"Close your eyes."
It's an easy enough request; one that she follows immediately once it's spoken into existence. The water calms her and rather than focus on the woman standing in front of her, she listens to the rhythm of the droplets that fall onto the ground. It's a symphony and with her body as its conductor they create beautiful music.
"Now," Miss Black hisses. "Show me."
She doesn't have to ask her to clarify. Her hands move before she can even take a minute to think about it. Her fingers feel soft against her skin, although she's sure Miss Black's fingers were a thousand times softer, like fine-threaded silk.
Slowly, she trails her fingers upwards from her sides, and while she has an overwhelming need to touch her nipples, she doesn't. Her fingertips move along her collarbone and up higher to her neck. She's giving herself goosebumps; no amount of hot water can get them to disappear again.
She trails her mouth with her right pointy-finger and dips it inside, sucks on it and then releases it with a small pop. For a moment she thinks she can hear a soft moan, but it's hard to pinpoint where it came from. She likes to think it was Miss Black's.
"Who knew the mudblood could be such a tease?"
Not this again, she thinks. Rather than follow her instructions, she stops in her tracks and opens her eyes. The moment she does she can see that pure unadulterated anger in Miss Black's eyes. Still, she stares, her mouth twitches and it takes everything she has not to scold Miss Black for her usage of that vile word.
Miss Black tuts and cocks her head to the side. "Ooh," she says, even though no sound leaves her mouth. There's a fake pout plastered on her face and it infuriates Hermione.
"How can you speak of trust and then call me that word," she spits out.
"Simple," Miss Black replies easily. "They are unrelated."
Hermione scoffs. She feels naked, vulnerable and wishes more than anything that she had a towel to cover herself up with. It's getting too complicated now, she never wanted that.
Miss Black sighs. "Hermione, is that 'word' as you say, a hard limit?"
She hasn't thought of that option before. As far as she understood, hard limits were for play related things, not words that were used to undermine her as a human being.
"It is," she says. "I hate it."
Miss Black walks over to her and she tries to swallow the lump in her throat. She nearly flinches when Miss Black's palm is placed against her cheek. A thumb caresses her upper lip. There's a deep sigh, some squinting of the eyes and then Miss Black says, "I'm sorry."
Bellatrix Black is apologizing to her and it's so incredibly foreign to her that she just stares, unable to speak. She frowns, and Miss Black lets out an audible sigh.
"I'll admit," she says, "it gives me great pleasure to rile you up. However, I don't want to hurt you." She grins. "Not like that anyway."
Hermione can feel the tears prickling in her eyes and she wills them away with little to no success.
"I don't think of you as lesser than me," Miss Black continues. "Perhaps, once upon a time, I did. It was what I was taught. Teaching at Hogwarts has given me insight, though. I have learned from my family's mistakes but..." she trails off and is quiet for a moment. "I never meant to hurt you," she says again.
This time she deliberately seeks out Hermione's eyes and when they connect, Miss Black nods. It's in that moment that Hermione realizes she trusts Miss Black. Or, at least, trusts what she says.
"Okay," she says. The word is not enough to convey all that she feels and yet, it says everything. She just hopes Miss Black understands.
"Thank you for trusting me," Miss Black says and Hermione cries.
She cries because Miss Black does understand.
She cries because all of this is so very intense.
She cries because for the first time in a long time, she finally feels safe. In a shower. Naked. With her professor.
It's then Miss Black surprises her once more and wraps her warm arms around her shivering body. Her head is cradled against Miss Black's shoulder and with more affection than Hermione could ever have expected, Miss Black softly shushes her until her tears subside.
"You're getting wet," she finally says and chuckles softly. It's absurd really. This whole thing between them and yet, there's a familiarity. An understanding.
"Not in the way I envisioned," Miss Black murmurs.
Hermione blushes at the innuendo but says nothing. Being in Miss Black's arms is everything she could ever have hoped for and it's so much more. A hand is gently stroking her back and the other is tightly wrapped around her waist. She never wants to leave and simultaneously she wants to pick up where they left off. For now, Miss Black's embrace wins.
She hates that she hurt the girl the way she did. It was never intentional, to her it's just another word. One that once held meaning and is now...just another word to rile up the shivering girl in her arms. Still, Hermione's defiance was a moment that made her understand better. And now that she understands, she wishes she never uttered the word in the first place.
Nuzzling Hermione's neck with her nose, she hums softly until she can feel Hermione relax. She doesn't care that her clothes are soaked, that Hermione hiccups every now and then or that their moment was once more interrupted. They're still having a moment, albeit a different one. Equally important, though.
In the last couple of hours, she has learned more about Hermione than she's done since the girl wandered into the great hall of Hogwarts. She used to try and guess in which house students would end up in, Hermione was the first student where her guess was wrong. Then again, perhaps the sorting hat was wrong, it happens occasionally. None of that matters now. Eventually they'll both have to return to Hogwarts and face reality, but for now she wants to be in the moment with Hermione.
"Tell me," she says, placing her mouth closer to Hermione's ear. "What do you need?"
The answer comes quickly and doesn't surprise her.
"You."
She nods, and her heart is thumping underneath her chest as she places a soft kiss just below Hermione's ear. For a moment the girl stiffens in her arms and she chuckles when nails dig themselves into her back. Even through her clothing, she can feel it, revels in it even.
"Turn around," she whispers and reluctantly unwraps her arms from Hermione. Within an instant she's turned around and Bellatrix smiles before pushing her against the wall.
"Arms up," she says.
When Hermione does as instructed, she takes a step back and removes her own clothing as silently as possible. She's never done this for anyone else, never allowed anyone to see her, but Hermione is different, she knows that much.
Taking a step forward, she runs a finger along Hermione's spine until she reaches her bottom. Not giving the girl a moment to prepare, she smacks her bottom, hard.
"One," Hermione says and Bellatrix looks up, surprised.
"Good girl," she says and then presses her front against Hermione's back. Indulging her own desires, she places her lips on Hermione's right shoulder blade and leaves a kiss. At Hermione's sound of approval, she leaves another, and another. Her right-hand trails along the girl's waist and slowly moves down, giving Hermione every opportunity to speak her safe word.
Hermione stays quiet, aside from the small mews and Bellatrix gently pries her feet apart with her own. Her hand moves lower and she chuckles at Hermione's disappointed groan when she moves to her leg instead. Using her nails this time, she trails back up, leaving red welts as she goes.
"Please," Hermione breathes out.
She wants to indulge the girl. But, they're not there yet. Perhaps it's she herself who needs more time. It hardly matters. Soon, she'll give into everything Hermione ever wanted and more. It's only a matter of time.
Pressing harder into her, her tongue licks at the water droplets falling down her back, her teeth bite into the skin and she smiles against the skin as Hermione arches her back. Moving up higher, she flicks an earlobe with her tongue before sinking her teeth in it. She bites until Hermione moves her head to the side and then she kisses her cheek. It's as affectionate as she's going to get- for now -and she hopes Hermione will understand.
Sinking through her legs, she leaves a trail of kisses on the back of Hermione's thighs, her bottom and the small dip at the bottom of her spine. Looking up, she sees Hermione's forehead resting against the tiles and she smiles. She's smiling so goddamn much, it makes her cheeks hurt.
She racks her nails across the firm bottom and watches in fascination as the red welts appear, she instantly kisses away the sting they undoubtedly leave with kisses. And when Hermione relaxes even more into her touch, she smacks her bottom twice.
"Two and three," Hermione pants in between small moans.
Nodding approvingly, another thing she seems to be doing constantly, she trails a finger from Hermione's ankle up to her thigh. She knows she's doing it antagonizing slow and if Hermione's wiggling bottom is any indication, Hermione likes it. A lot.
"Uninvited," she whispers, "but oh so welcome."
It's only then that she gives Hermione what she's so desperately been aching for. Her index finger slides through wet folds and as soon as Hermione cries out, she stops the motion.
"No, no, no," Hermione chants. "Oh, please, no. Don't stop."
Bellatrix chuckles and stands up straight. "Turn around."
Hermione does as instructed, and she's taken aback by the sheer desire in Hermione's eyes. She pushes her against the tiles once more and then puts that same finger in her mouth. Releasing it with a pop, like Hermione had done not so long ago, she wiggles her brows.
"You taste delicious, Hermione."
She presses into the girl and places Hermione's arms around her own waist. Her gaze moves all over her face and when they make eye contact, she moves in. She's not gentle, the want in Hermione's eyes has taken any gentleness out of her.
She claims Hermione's mouth with her own, nibs at her bottom lip with her teeth and bites until she can feel Hermione tremble. Only then does she trail the same lip with her tongue and when Hermione's mouth opens, she instantly finds hers.
Her left-hand cups Hermione's jaw and she pulls back when she's desperate for air.
"On your knees," she breathes out and oh her plan is so deliciously evil, it almost makes her cackle. She knows exactly what view Hermione has now, she puts her left hand against the wall for support and then fists Hermione's hair with her free hand.
"What do you see?"
"You," Hermione says. "I see you."
"That's right. Don't you dare move," she says then, her voice low.
She can hear Hermione squirm as her hand lets go of the curly hair and moves between her own legs, towards the heat that so desperately wants attention. Slowly, her index finger slides between her wetness until she reaches her clit that's throbbing with want.
"Did you really think," she says, "that I was going to let you come today?"
She moves slowly, just the way she likes it and if Hermione's smart, she'll pay attention to what she's doing. Who knows, perhaps in the future the girl gets to mimic her motions. A hiss escapes her throat as she circles her clit and she throws her head back.
Her legs are trembling, and she can feel Hermione's hands steadying her hips, an action she's grateful for, despite her instruction to not move. For now, she'll let it slide.
Dipping a finger inside herself, she moans loudly, much louder than she had intended to, but then again, she's so much wetter than she had expected herself to be. For a moment she ponders giving Hermione a taste, but quickly dismisses that thought. The girl hasn't earned it yet. Besides, teasing is much more fun.
And teasing she does, constantly.
She teases with moans.
She teases by biting her own lip until it bleeds.
She teases by rubbing fast circles until her fingers cramps up.
She teases as her knees buckle and Hermione's name is uttered as she pants, moans and nearly screams from the intensity of her orgasm.
"Up," she says and when Hermione is on her eye level, she smiles one last smile before her features darken. "Now," she hisses, "time for one of my own fantasies to come to fruition."