He landed with a heavy thud on his back and felt Bellatrix straddle him; her naked, wet skin thumping onto his stomach and her arms pushing back his shoulders as he made a half-hearted attempt at sitting up. She rubbed herself against him, moaning contentedly at the sensation, stopping just so his erection touched the back of her bum. He groaned at the sensation and tugged at the front of her dress, desperate to free her from it. Just as he unclasped the front and ripped it open she pulled his upper body roughly from the floor, circling her arms around his back. He mimicked her movements and removed her dress in the process, circling his arms around her slender waist and gaping down at her. All her clothing had come undone with that single clasp and what had seemed like endless intricate layers of fabric now lay discarded on the floor. Her chest was heaving, her breasts plump and inviting and if anything he found the sight of her even more sexy and seductive than he had imagined. And he had imagined quite a lot, and quite often too.

"That's a handy dress.." he heard himself murmur and he was sure he heard her laugh at his comment as she pushed them both in the direction of one of the armchairs, stopping when his back made contact with it. Still perched in his lap, her wetness on his stomach and the feel of her plump breasts making contact with his chest as she delved closer, nipping on his neck and earlobes, he found himself losing patience with teasing her. He was almost unbearably hard. His hands travelled the length of her body, from her neck down to her bum, giving her a firm squeeze and letting one of his hands travel in between her legs, roughly plunging three fingers inside her. She gave out what sounded like shriek, which quickly turned into a guttural moan as he pulled his fingers from her and plunged them back inside her again. To his surprise he felt her hands travel from his back to his neck, guiding his face towards hers as she captured his lips in a feverish kiss. He opened himself up to her and the kiss intensified, their tongues intertwined and lips crashing together.

For some reason he had never pictured this. He had pictured fucking her in his head too many times to count, to his own embarrassment, but it had always been teasing, rough and spiteful. As he had imagined they would both behave, and that up to this moment had matched the reality of it. A kiss however.. For some reason he had thought that it wasn't her style, or to be more specific that she wouldn't stoop so low as to kiss him. But kissing they were, there was no denying or trying to overlook that. His hand was still between her legs, fingers pumping in and out of her at increasing speed. He added a fourth finger, which slipped inside her as easily as the first three had done, and started flicking his thumb over her clit. Her moans were becoming louder and louder, and for the first time Severus had the passing thought that Wormtail was still lingering somewhere in his house, no doubt wondering what on earth was happening in the living room. Thoughts of Wormtail quickly left his mind as he felt a shudder run through Bellatrix's body. Her lips momentarily left his, her hands travelling from his neck to his shoulders, grabbing hold of him and pushing herself down rhythmically to meet his fingers.

"Fuck, Severus, fuck.." she whimpered, "don't you dare stop.."

He put his other hand on the small of her back to hold her steady as he continued pumping in and out of her, his thumb playing roughly on her clit.

"I won't stop" he said, his voice sounding a lot hoarser than he had intended, "if you say the magic word".

Her dark eyes found his instantly and locked on to them. For a second he thought she would keep fighting him, but as he kept touching her and didn't slacken in speed he saw a coy smile spreading across her face. She leant forward, her hands still grasping his shoulders hard, and whispered in between moans "please.. Severus, pretty please.. don't stop..". Her tone was mocking and he glimpsed a smirk on her face before she captured his mouth once more, kissing him out of breath, but at this point it didn't bother him, it didn't really matter. He tore his mouth away from her, much to her disapproval as she let out a disappointed grunt, but her grunt soon transformed into another loud moan when his head reached down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Still riding his hand in utter abandon she grabbed hold of the armchair behind her for support as he kept up the pace between her thighs.

Suddenly he felt her knees buckle and heard her gasp for breath in between moans that almost sounded like screams, he was thankful for the silencing charm he had placed on his house to prevent nosy muggles overhearing things they shouldn't, before her whole weight collapsed on his chest.

"Fuck, fuck.. fuck.." was the only word she managed to whimper out as he rubbed his thumb over her clit, feeling her contracting around his fingers.

Giving her one last stroke before pulling out of her earned him a low moan as she pulled herself off his chest and flung her long curls out of her face.

His first and only thought when he took in the vision of her was how insanely alluring she was. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen from their kissing, her breath heavy. Her chest, and breasts, heaving. A trail of sweat lingering on the side of her neck. He took in the view of her, almost consumed her with his eyes, and felt a heavy throbbing in his nether regions at the thought of burying himself deep inside her. He couldn't believe he had known her all these years and never done this before, how could he have missed out on this? His mind was running wild from attraction to her, but somewhere deep down a tiny voice kept reminding him why. You loathe her. She loathes you. She thinks you're nothing but a filthy half-blood.

He got dragged out of his own thoughts as he felt her grabbing him, her hand behind her back, eyes still locked on his as she starked stroking him roughly. Their eyes met and she raised an eyebrow, almost as if asking where his mind had gone to, but he gave no indication that he would answer. Instead he attempted to lift her off his stomach so he could finally, finally, bury himself inside her. But she resisted, pushing herself firmly down again. He was about to ask what she was doing, when her smirking face closing up on his made it obvious.

"Now it's your turn to beg me" she whispered, before licking her lips seductively and tightening her hand around his member, moving slowly up and down. He sighed, half with pleasure and half irritation, because he should have seen this coming. Forcing her to beg had been fun, but he should have had the mind to realise she would retaliate.

He was passing the point of no return though, and if begging was what she wanted, at this point she could have it.

"Dear Bella," he said, with a voice full of sarcasm, "would you please do me the honour of allowing me to fuck you?"

"The honour?" she whispered, closing in on his face, getting near enough to kiss him again, "I didn't realise you valued fucking me so highly". She placed a hand on his chin, dragging her fingers along his jawline, her other hand still firmly grasping his member.

"Right now," he muttered, "as I'm sure you can feel, there's nothing I value higher.."

She kept her hand firmly on his jaw, almost as if sizing him up and trying to determine what her next move would be. He felt his throbbing member being gently stroked by her and wished she would make up her mind quicker, he was running out of patience.

"You know Severus, I think for the first time ever, we are completely synchronised in our wants and needs" she murmured into his ear, releasing the hold she had on his face and pulling herself back so she could capture his eyes in an intense gaze. He felt her inching upwards slightly before guiding him inside of her and, eyes still locked together, they let out a mutual moan as their bodies connected.