Hermione groaned sleepily, turning and burying her face in Bellatrix's shoulder to hide from the morning light streaming in through the gap in the drapes. She felt Bellatrix hum as the arms around her waist tightened. Hermione moved closer to Bellatrix, lazily kissing along her collarbone. Hands traveled over her back, making swirls and patterns as they skimmed over her skin.
"Good morning, Bella," Hermione whispered, her lips brushing against her collar.
"Morning, love," she murmured, gently massaging Hermione's shoulders.
"Merlin, that feels amazing," Hermione sighed, relaxing into Bellatrix.
"Merlin, Hermione, you should not be this tense."
"I don't know how to relax."
"No kidding," Bellatrix murmured, "Let me show you how."
"I won't object to that," Hermione breathed as Bellatrix applied more pressure.
"Good. Now, I want you to pick a muscle and focus on it until you feel it relax, okay?"
Hermione nodded, closing her eyes and doing what Bellatrix instructed. Hands continued to massage her shoulders and back, kneading the muscles until they relaxed. Hermione hummed into Bellatrix's neck, sending a shiver down the dark witch's spine. Bellatrix turned Hermione around, massaging her neck and scalp. She peppered Hermione's shoulders with kisses, lingering behind her ear and over her pulse point. Hermione bit her lip, pushing back into Bellatrix. The dark witch chuckled, her breath fanning over Hermione's neck.
"Bella," Hermione gasped, winding her hands into Bellatrix's hair and tangling their legs.
"Yes, love?" Bellatrix flicked her tongue over Hermione's neck, delighting in the shiver that ran down Hermione's spine.
"You feel like magic," Hermione moaned as Bellatrix slid her hands down her side and nibbled her earlobe.
"I am magic," Bellatrix whispered, letting her magic flow through Hermione. Hermione gasped, pushing into Bellatrix and gripping dark tangles tightly. The dark witch smirked, running her hands lightly over Hermione's breasts. She arched into the touch, silently urging Bellatrix's hands lower. The older witch obliged, placing love bites along Hermione's neck and shoulders as one hand traveled lower. Hermione turned her head into the mattress, moaning as Bellatrix's skilled fingers teased her clit. Bellatrix chuckled lowly, her breath sending shivers down Hermione's spine.
"Bella," Hermione moaned, "Please don't tease me."
"Patience, love," Bellatrix murmured, running her fingers through Hermione's folds. She smirked as Hermione pushed into her fingers.
"Bella," she nearly growled, tugging on dark curls.
"Since you asked so nicely," Bellatrix whispered as she slid two fingers into Hermione. The dark witch hummed, shifting her legs slightly. Hermione met her thrust for thrust, her body sliding against Bellatrix's. Fingers curled inside her and teeth nibbled on her shoulder, followed by a soothing tongue. Bellatrix ignored Hermione's attempts to increase her thrusts, holding a steady pace. She flicked Hermione's clit with her thumb, smirking when hands tightened in her hair.
"Bella," Hermione panted, hips bucking into Bellatrix.
"I know, love," she whispered, sliding her free hand down Hermione's side. Walls fluttered around her fingers and she added a third, curling them as she flicked Hermione's clit with her thumb. Hermione's breath caught, replaced by a moan as her back arched and every muscle in her body tightened before relaxing. Bellatrix withdrew her fingers, kissing behind Hermione's ear. She released Bellatrix's hair, turning in the dark witch's arms.
"And that, my love, is what I call a total body relaxation massage," Bellatrix whispered, drawing Hermione closer.
She laughed, wrapping her arms around a pale waist and laying her head against Bellatrix's shoulder. "I can see why."
"Are you sure you don't feel it instead?" Bellatrix teased.
"Oh, I definitely feel it, Bella."
"And here I was worrying it wouldn't be enough."
"You're always enough." Hermione pulled her head away from Bellatrix's shoulder, resting her forehead on Bellatrix's chin.
"You're so cute," Bellatrix whispered, kissing Hermione's forehead.
"Don't forget dangerous," Hermione husked, tilting her head and nipping Bellatrix's bottom lip.
"Never," Bellatrix breathed, her breath catching.
"Good." Hermione rubbed her nose along Bellatrix's throat, resting her head under Bellatrix's chin. "I love you, Bellatrix."
"I love you, too, Hermione." Bellatrix smiled, pulling Hermione flush against her.
"Can we stay here forever?" Hermione whispered.
"A small forever. I still haven't deemed you suitably relaxed and until I do, we aren't leaving."
"I think you just want an excuse to stay here," Hermione laughed.
"Nonsense. I hardly need an excuse."
"Right, because we don't have responsibilities back home."
"We don't speak of such things here, Hermione."
"You're ridiculous, Bella," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, but you love me anyway," Bellatrix said, squeezing her sides.
"Of course, it just makes you more attractive," Hermione said, rolling them until she sat on Bellatrix's waist.
"Oh really?" Bellatrix asked, raising a brow at Hermione.
"Mhm. Not to mention your other attributes," Hermione whispered, leaning in and nibbling Bellatrix's earlobe.
"As much as I'd love for you to enlighten me, little witch, I'd much rather you be under me," Bellatrix said, flipping them easily.
"Bella, that's not fair."
"What are you talking about, love?"
"You flipped me so easily, it isn't fair," Hermione pouted.
"Well, I do have more practice," Bellatrix laughed, lazily nibbling Hermione's bottom lip.
Hermione hummed, kissing Bellatrix fully. The dark witch sucked Hermione's bottom lip into her mouth, running her tongue along the inside. Hermione sighed, melting into Bellatrix. Bellatrix released her lip, breaking the kiss and watching Hermione's dazed blinking.
"It seems you have more practice in a lot of things," Hermione whispered.
"I am a good deal older than you."
"Fair point, but I know one thing I have more practice with."
"And what would that be?" Bellatrix asked as she rubbed her nose against Hermione's.
"I think you already know," Hermione whispered, lightly moving her hands up Bellatrix's sides.
"No, Hermione, don't," Bellatrix said, stifling laughter.
"Don't what?" Hermione asked, smiling mischievously as she tickled Bellatrix's sides.
"Tickle me!" she squealed, jumping off a laughing Hermione.
"Okay, okay. I won't tickle you. Come back, I'm cold," Hermione said, holding her hands up.
Bellatrix held Hermione's wrists as she laid back down on top of her. Hermione laughed at Bellatrix, squirming to free her hands. Laughing, Bellatrix released Hermione's hands slowly, sliding her hands down Hermione's arms. Hermione leaned up, capturing Bellatrix's lips with her own. She eased herself into a sitting position, moving Bellatrix to straddle her lap. Bellatrix wound her hands into Hermione's hair, running her tongue along Hermione's bottom lip.
Hermione broke the kiss, moving her head to Bellatrix's neck. She kissed Bellatrix's tattoo lovingly, her fingers dancing over her sides. Bellatrix's breath hitched as Hermione bit down, soothing it with her tongue. She trailed kisses down Bellatrix's throat to her breast, wrapping her mouth around her nipple. Bellatrix moaned as Hermione circled it with her tongue, one hand tracing the scar down Bellatrix's side. She ran her other hand over Bellatrix's thigh, teasing pale skin.
"Hermione," Bellatrix panted, tugging on her hair.
"Hmm?" Hermione intoned, releasing Bellatrix's nipple.
"Kiss me," she whispered, pulling Hermione's head up. Hermione laughed, obliging the dark witch with a tender kiss. She ran her tongue over ruby lips, sliding it against Bellatrix's when she opened her mouth. Her fingers ran over Bellatrix's thigh, skimming pale skin as she moved it higher. Bellatrix broke the kiss, tilting her head back and gasping softly as Hermione's fingers teased her clit. She slowly kissed a path down a pale throat as she thrust two fingers into Bellatrix, using her thumb to flick her clit. Bellatrix ground down on Hermione's fingers, clutching brown hair tightly.
"You're so beautiful, Bella," Hermione murmured against Bellatrix's neck, letting her set the pace. Hermione thrust in time with Bellatrix's hips, wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her upright. Bellatrix bit her lip, stifling moans as she ground down on Hermione's fingers. Hermione chuckled, curling her fingers and speeding her thrusts. Bellatrix's walls tightened around her fingers and Hermione slowed her thrusts, supporting Bellatrix with her arm.
"Fuck, you're incredible, Hermione," Bellatrix panted, leaning her head against Hermione's.
"I learned from the best," Hermione said, laying them down so she could remove her fingers.
"You certainly did," Bellatrix laughed, rubbing her nose against Hermione's.
"Do you think Cissa is busy planning the wedding?"
"We haven't even picked a date, but probably."
"Can we have it in the winter?"
"I think that's a wonderful idea. We can do it in December. I think that's plenty of time for everything to settle down."
"We should tell Cissa so she knows," Hermione mumbled, turning and scooting closer to Bellatrix.
"When we get back," Bellatrix said, splaying her hands across Hermione's stomach.
"I'm hungry."
"Me too. There should be something here."
"No, don't get up, I'm comfy. Use magic," Hermione said, holding Bellatrix's arms so she couldn't get up.
"You lazy witch," Bellatrix laughed, summoning a bowl of fruit. Hermione laughed too, nibbling on an apple slice.
"Bella?"
"Yes, love?"
"Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?" Hermione turned again, leaving enough room between them for the bowl.
"Don't you worry about that, love. I've got it taken care of." Bellatrix took a small bite of Hermione's apple, earning a playful slap from the young witch.
"I don't get to know?"
"It's a surprise. You'll love it, though. I promise."
"I believe you, Bella."
A comfortable silence descended over the two of them as they finished the bowl of fruit, taking bites of each other's food. They stayed in bed the whole day, napping and playing with each other. It was exactly what they needed, just the two of them. No responsibilities, no interruptions, just each other and the bed.