She was wet. She was warm. And she fit him like a glove. He wasted no time in grabbing hold of her thighs, setting up a steady rhythm, her hands steadying themselves on his shoulders. As he pounded into her she started making the most delicious mewling and moaning noises he had ever heard coming out of another human being's mouth. She was feral, demanding and controlling in her lovemaking, which didn't surprise him at all. He felt her setting the pace, taking more and more control of their bodies. Their arms intertwined as they both let their hands roam over each other's bodies, scratching and clawing, as if taking out all those years of resentment on each other.

He felt her grabbing his hands, removing them from her hips and pinning them to the floor. She gave him a coy look when he grunted, trying to free his hands but somehow lacking the physical strength to fight her. Their pace slowed down as she seized the control and ground herself sensually against him, pushing herself all the way down his length and keeping him there he felt every spasm of pleasure inside her.

"How do I feel, Severus?" she whispered, the coy look still on her face when he let out a guttural moan as she made another movement against him, still keeping him deep inside her. When he didn't instantly answer her question she gave him another slow movement before saying, slightly louder this time:

"Does it feel good? Do you like this? Being buried deep inside the woman you loathe?"

Her need to control him, to dominate him, awoke a feeling inside him that gave him a surge of new hatred towards her. She had always treated him this way; condescending, arrogantly and rudely, always aiming to hurt and humiliate him. How they had ended up here, doing what they were doing right now, suddenly seemed completely mysterious to him. And yet again their mutual desire to hurt each other had always had that tingling undertone of something else. He supposed it was very much in character for her to desire what she shouldn't have and do things she knew were wrong. He was admittedly not an innocent soul himself, but he still felt his crimes paled in comparison to hers. As did his madness.

Suddenly deciding he had had enough of it he jerked his arms free, grabbed her sides and practically threw her off of him. Their bodies separated in the process and he was sure he could hear her whimper at the loss of contact. Landing on her hands and knees she looked back at him with a smirk, clearly enjoying whatever mood he was suddenly in. He got up from his sitting position and, on his knees, closed the small distance between them. Losing no time he spread her legs and, grabbing a steady hold of her thighs, entered her from behind with one long stroke. Using her hands to steady herself she tried once again to set the pace by moving herself towards him but he gave her a quick slap on her bum. She yelped with pleasure. Of course she'd enjoy that, he thought to himself.

"Shut up and let me fuck you" he hissed, in reply to her earlier questions, using one hand to hold her thighs steady and the other on the small of her back, pushing her down. When she stopped squirming against him and accepted his pace, her moans growing louder as he pumped in and out of her, he allowed one hand to travel between her thighs, finding her slick clit.

"F-fuck, fuck, fuck me.." she moaned as his fingers kept rubbing her clit.

He could feel himself getting close to the end, and if he wasn't mistaken she was getting there too, her whimpers and moans increasing both in intensity and pitch. He felt her insides start to contract against him.

"Does it feel good? Do you like this? Being fucked into oblivion by a half-blood?" he hissed, mimicking her words from earlier but with a different taunt at the end. She turned her head as if to argue back, but he chose that moment to pound into her deeply and give her clit a gentle squeeze. Her mouth opened as if to snap back at him, but out came nothing except a lustful moan, her eyes closing and her body shaking as she came hard. He felt her muscles contracting around his member, sending him over the edge with her.

They collapsed together on the floor, he landed with a thud on his side, she on her back next to him. Both still trying to catch their breath he watched her shuffle a few strands of her curly hair away from her face, her arms landing above her head. Her pale breasts swayed on her chest, her skin covered with a layer of sweat. For a second he wondered what he must look like.

She laughed, her usual evil cackle.

"Well, well.. This was unexpected" she said, turning on to her side so they were facing each other. Her hair fell down around her shoulders and breasts, the curls playing against her skin.

"Why unexpected?" he answered dryly, trying to compose himself back into the behaviour he usually had around her instead of gaping at how alluring she was, lying naked and sweaty on his living room rug.

"If I had known you were this talented I would have fucked you sooner" she said coyly, her eyes travelling over his body in a way that made his skin crawl.

"What makes you think I would have accepted your invitation?" he replied sourly, once again feeling that she was gaining the upper hand instantly in the conversation.

"Really, Severus? You've been ogling me since the first day we met" she replied with a laugh, like it was the most common-knowledge piece of information ever. He supposed she was right though, he had always found her alluring. But they had always hated each other, so there had been that constant barrier between them. Among other things.

"And I suppose your darling husband wouldn't have had any objection to us fucking sooner?" he asked, at this point trying to gain ground in the argument in any way he could. Her eyes turned a darker shade at his mention of her husband and he felt a tiny twinge of his usual fear of her building in his stomach.

"Rodolphus knows better than to try to control me. He knows I'm the Dark Lords most loyal servant and what that means, and he's accepted it, even if it means I'm not his alone anymore. What else I decide to do in my own time is no concern of his" she replied and he couldn't surpress the look of surprise on his face as she admitted to what so many had speculated upon for so long.

"Don't give me that ridiculous look" she said irritably, as she saw his facial expressions change, "you of all people should have been clever enough to see my relationship with the Dark Lord for what it is. Or are you not one of his most trusted?"

Her tone was mocking and he supposed for once she was right in mocking him. But then again he didn't think the Dark Lords priorities were discussing his sexual partners with his followers.

"We don't discuss our nocturnal adventures much with each other, no" he replied, suddenly wondering if the Dark Lord would mind that he had, by every definition, fucked Bellatrix? Surely not, he thought to himself, the Dark Lord cared for no one in that way. Or did he? And surely if the Dark Lord had any objections Bellatrix would never have slept with him, even come back to him for the sole purpose, as she had done today. He was dragged out of his thoughts when she replied.

"I'm more than a nocturnal adventure to the Dark Lord, I am his lover. We share a bond none of you could ever understand."

".. and yet here you are, asking to fuck me" he added teasingly, enjoying her sour expression.

"Please, I'm more than capable of making decisions without having to justify myself to you. I didn't hear you complaining much" she said irritably, tossing her head so her hair landed on her back, giving him a full view of her as she stood up. He felt a jolt in his stomach at the sight of her standing above him, shamelessly, and hated himself for the feelings she brought out in him so easily. She summoned her wand and with a flick her dress reappeared on her body, closing itself up. He followed suit and within seconds they were both fully dressed.

Having ignored her last comment, maybe because he had finally run out of energy to fight with her, the room remained silent. After gathering the last of her things, closing her coat around her, Bellatrix suddenly advanced on him. Whether he was too tired to move or curious what she was up to now he didn't know, but he remained rooted in the same place as she leaned close and grabbed a firm hold of his length through his trousers. To his own amazement he managed to keep a somewhat straight face and quirked an eyebrow questioningly to her, as if demanding an explanation to her behaviour. She smiled. He felt a tingling sensation running down his neck, once again feeling like she was a predator and he her prey.

"Until next time, Severus" she said, her voice low, almost like a whisper. She gave him a rough squeeze and then let him go, turning around and leaving him standing in the middle of the living room with a perplexed look on his face. When she slammed the door shut behind her he cursed himself inwardly for not thinking of any clever retort to her last comment. He had a feeling this was far from the end of this most peculiar turn of events and somehow he found himself equally excited and terrified at that prospect.


AN: That's the end of this folks. I might write more Bellatrix + Snape content continuing where this left off, but in that case it'll be posted under a new story.