"Lubrico."
Bellatrix giggled a bit as she blinked her eyes open.
"Again?" she whispered, and she gasped as her hips were tipped just so and Voldemort pushed into her from behind.
"Again." He kissed at her shoulder blade and began to pump his hips slowly. Bellatrix moaned a little, feeling raw and sore and not caring one bit. He'd been atop her once after the wedding, and then she'd ridden him about a half hour after that. They'd fallen asleep curled up together, and now he was waking her like this, his cock sliding slowly in and out as he spooned her.
"Master." She reached behind her to hold his head, knowing she wouldn't come again and not minding. She felt him push her curls away so he could kiss at her neck, and she shivered a bit as she whispered again, "Master."
"I love you." His breath was hot against her neck as he kissed, as his hips thrust, and soon enough he stilled and came with a subtle grunt inside of her. She tipped her head back and just let him hold her, his fingers coursing up over her ribs and squeezing at her breast a little as he came down from his high. "I love you, Bella."
He seemed to take comfort in saying it, and she certainly took comfort in hearing it. She let him slip out of her, and she slowly turned and burrowed her face against his chest.
"And I love you, Master," she murmured against his chest, kissing him there. "Now, can we sleep until the morning?"
Bellatrix opened the door to Mistress Trennen's Cosmetology Parlour in Knockturn Alley, and a little bell tinkled over her head. She nodded to the tall, thin German witch with her blonde braids, Mistress Trennen herself, who stood in flowing aubergine robes and said smoothly,
"Madam Lestrange. Have you come in for a trim on those beautiful curls today?"
"I have, yes." Bellatrix picked up a fistful of her hair and lamented, "I can never get it right myself. These damned split ends I get. My hair is so dry."
"Not to worry. Come and have a seat," said Mistress Trennen gestured to the black leather chair before a heavy brass-framed mirror, and Bellatrix sat. Above her head was a sturdy brass chandelier, which Mistress Trennen brightened with her wand to give her more working light. She Summoned over a wispy black cape, which she snapped around Bellatrix's neck, and she murmured a few charms to Scour Bellatrix's hair.
"How have you been?" asked Mistress Trennen in her soft, comforting accent. "It has been some time since you've been in."
"Yes. I… erm… I've been a little unwell," Bellatrix said carefully. She'd come today without permission; she'd Apparated here out of desperation when she'd seen in the mirror that the ends of her hair were frayed and white, in desperate need of a trim she didn't feel confident giving herself. Voldemort wouldn't mind, she thought, if she just popped over to Knockturn Alley quickly and came back. Dobby had informed her that there was a cosmetology parlour in Knockturn Alley, and Bellatrix figured that was probably where she'd gone for most of her life. It seemed she'd been right.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Mistress Trennen said, studying Bellatrix's curls and tutting a little. "Your sister Andromeda was in here just a few days ago. She was getting her hair styled for a wedding she said. Her own wedding. I assume you attended; was it nice?"
Bellatrix just stared into the mirror, and Mistress Trennen seemed to pick up on the fact that Bellatrix had been nowhere near the wedding. Mistress Trennen smirked a little and nodded.
"So that's why she didn't want to talk about her groom. A shame. I'll miss Andromeda's business, but blood traitors are not welcome in this shop."
"Good," Bellatrix nodded. She sat still, keeping her back straight as Mistress Trennen began using an enchanted pair of scissors then. The shears were charmed, Bellatrix could tell, to make clean cuts with minimal error. It was far more precise than even the most expert Severing Charm. Some things were better done by hand.
Bellatrix watched as her hair fell to the floor in little tufts, forming small piles that Vanished. The floor was probably charmed, too, she thought. After awhile, Mistress Trennen said,
"You have such beautiful curls, Madam Lestrange. I confess my jealousy."
Bellatrix scoffed. "They're difficult to wash and annoying at night. Don't be jealous."
"All finished." Mistress Trennen fussed with Bellatrix's curls a little and then took her cape off. Bellatrix nodded and smiled a little into the mirror.
"Looks great." Bellatrix extracted her little drawstring purse, and Mistress Trennen said quietly,
"Three Galleons, please."
Bellatrix counted out four, just to keep goodwill since Andromeda had been in the shop recently. Mistress Trennen looked very satisfied as she tucked the coins away, and she told Bellatrix,
"Have a wonderful day, Madam Lestrange."
"And you." Bellatrix felt refreshed and very glad she'd come as she walked out of the Cosmetology Parlour. Knockturn Alley was quiet and dark right now, and she decided it wasn't unreasonable to go to Diagon Alley and grab a quick treat, just for a change of pace. She started to make her way up the steps that led from Knockturn Alley to Diagon Alley, and as soon as she did, a sharp voice from behind her snapped,
"Bellatrix Lestrange?"
She whirled around, reaching for her wand on instinct. She saw a ginger-haired young wizard approaching her, frowning at her, and he flashed her a badge that read Auror.
"You're suspected of casting an Unforgivable," the red-haired wizard said in a hiss. "We'd like you to come in and discuss that with us."
"Us?" Bellatrix laughed, looking around her. "Try and take me. Here in front of everyone. Good luck to you. I'm going for ice cream."
She started to walk away, and the wizard called from behind her,
"Madam Lestrange, you are suspected of use of the Cruciatus Curse. You need to come with me."
Bellatrix huffed a sigh and turned slowly as people around them in the street stopped moving. Witches with bags over their arms and wizards talking in clusters went silent and stared. Bellatrix shrugged lightly and demanded,
"What proof have you got?"
"The word of Albus Dumbledore!" the young ginger wizard exclaimed, as though that was some sort of legal evidence. Bellatrix giggled and shook her head.
"That old madman? He lies," Bellatrix snarled. She held up her wand and declared, "I've never cast a Cruciatus Curse in my life, and even if I had, I wouldn't come and discuss it with you. Let Albus Dumbledore spew his nonsense, the old bastard. Why didn't he kill Grindelwald when he had the chance? Coward!"
The ginger-haired young wizard went very red-faced, and as he approached her, Bellatrix tipped her head up and pointed her wand at him.
"Care to find out what I'm capable of doing?" she asked softly, and the wizard pulled his own wand out.
"You need to come to the Ministry for questioning," he said again, but Bellatrix narrowed her eyes and shook her head.
"No. I don't think so. Stupefy!" She watched the blue light of her spell sock into the chest of the Auror, sending him flying backward against a nearby building, and then she Disapparated from where she stood. She thought hard about Malfoy Manor, and when she appeared again, she shoved open the front door of the manor and went dashing inside.
"Master!" she screamed, running up the main steps of the foyer and sprinting down the corridor. "Master!"
He came stepping out of his office, scowling at her, and he demanded,
"What on Earth is the matter?"
"I was almost arrested!" Bellatrix cried, and he shook his head.
"What? Where were you?"
"Knockturn Alley," Bellatrix said breathlessly. Voldemort snatched at her wrist and yanked her into his office, slamming the door so loudly that Bellatrix flinched.
"You were in Knockturn Alley," he repeated, and she nodded, lowering her head. He growled, "Look at me!"
She did, feeling terrified of him all of a sudden. She opened her mouth and prepared to speak, but he snarled at her,
"Do not apologise; it's too late for that. You went to get a damned haircut? We could have brought someone here for that!"
"I do not much care for being imprisoned!" Bellatrix exclaimed, but Voldemort tipped his head and informed her,
"When I am in power, you will be anything but imprisoned, Bellatrix. I can see what happened. I can see it in your mind. Walking brazenly into Diagon Alley when the newspaper has trumpeted Dumbledore's assertion that you tortured him? You fool! You little fool; you could have ruined everything!"
He slammed her up against the door then, looking very frustrated as he held her shoulders tightly. Bellatrix tried to wriggle away, and she complained,
"You're hurting me."
"Good!" Voldemort barked. "You were a bloody little fool today. Gallivanting off to London for a damned haircut. Do not ever behave so foolishly again, or I'll be glad if you're captured. Do you understand me?"
Her eyes watered, for his hands had tightened so hard on her shoulders that she could hardly breathe, but she nodded and squared her jaw. She was shocked when he bent down and crushed his mouth against hers, and when she opened her mouth in alarm, he shoved his tongue into her mouth and dragged it around roughly. She pushed at his chest a little, and he huffed as he wiped his wrist over his lips. He shook his head and insisted again,
"You stay where I tell you. You're wanted; you're a fugitive. That's not the same as being a prisoner. It does mean you can't go into Auror territory. You little fool. Get out of my office."
She did as he said, opening the office door and hurrying out, dashing down the corridor and up the stairs at the end.
Author's Note: Whoops. She done gone and made him angry. But after the argument, people always make up, right? Riiiiiiiiiiiight? :} Thanks as always for reading and reviewing.