Either her twenty-one year old cousin was extremely tired or he'd died once his body hit the floor, Bellatrix was hoping for the former of the two because she hadn't a clue what she was going to do with his dead body.
It was completely useless to her. As Sirius was when he was fully awake at times.
"Did you go back to sleep after that fall or did you fucking die?" The woman who'd just turned thirty that year inquired with a gentle nudge to his face with the toe of her boot.
It was only five-thirty in the morning yet she was wide awake as her sleep schedule had changed once the staying over at Sirius' place had became more frequent. As she needed to wake up and return her own home before Rodolphus woke to find her not there. Not that she cared too much if she got home before he was awake or not, it wasn't like it mattered to either of them where she was as long as she kept up appearances as his wife and pleased him in their marriage.
"Don't kick the face," grumbled a tired Sirius, hiding his face into the nearest object, a pillow that had fallen along with him about fifteen minutes earlier.
"I wasn't sure if you alive or dead, so I had to find out," she responded with a soft cackle, gracefully sitting down on the edge of the bed. It's blankets, pillows, and sheets spewed about, looking like an utter mess.
"Coulda just yelled morning wood in my ear," he flipped himself over onto his back and whined as his tailbone hit the floor. That was a pleasant wake up call. Not. "Or, y'know, just kiss me. I like waking up that way."
Giving him a morning kiss wasn't quite her type, she'd kiss him before she left of course but she wasn't too much of a kissy-romantic person. Not even when that whole thing between Sirius and her had begun, then she had been more skittish in a way but had grown as confident with him as she was when she out and around others.
Her shoulders shrugged, a half smile faintly on her face. "We'll have to see about one of those methods the next time this happens."
"How did 'this' happen?" Sirius didn't remember a single thing about how he ended up on the cold floor, only the night before.
"You had your arms wrapped around me, too tightly might I add, and when I tried to get out of bed, you wouldn't let go," she started, examining her well-kept nails. "When I got up, you finally let go, inevitably falling on your face. Letting out an annoying noise which I never wish to hear again."
"Why didn't ya just wake me up?" Sirius narrowed his eyes in a playful manner. It wasn't a riddle on why she didn't, the answer was that they delighted in causing the other a form of frustration. However, they were infrequently troubled by their actions, if anything they were humored.
"What fun would come from that?" Bellatrix's voice turning childlike, her mauve painted lips sticking out in a gentle pout that went along with her tone.
Bellatrix and her fun, that was what had originally started the relationship between the two of them. It had not been love nor lust, just a simple "game" as she called it and he'd referred to it as there had yet been a word that he found to suit it.
The game had begun with her following him to his place without his knowledge after Sirius had a long day that he soon washed away the stress of in the shower while she broke into his house.
He'd gone into his dark bedroom to get dressed in his pajamas, although he was tired, Sirius knew well enough that his wand was not where it'd been before trudging to the bathroom. In the bottom of the trunk that hid inside of his closet. It was always placed in there, that was where he usually kept it when it wasn't with him or on his side table next to the bed.
What could have happened to it, worried him as misplacing important things such as his wand was uncommon for him. Though he wasn't the cleanest person, losing objects didn't happen.
"Shit," muttered Sirius, leaving his room to search the rest of the house.
"Looking for some thing, cousin?" The oldest Marauder stopped once he heard Bellatrix's insane voice, his face flushed with anger. There was a cackle, he knew exactly where she was. The kitchen.
"What's it to you, cousin?" He drew out the title of her relation to him, she truly was no blood to him. Ever since he'd ran away from home at sixteen years old, she'd been nothing.
Entering the kitchen, he found her tapping his wand against her chin. A firm smirk plastered on her place face as she sat at the table, her own wand in the other hand.
"Don't want to be defenseless now, do you?" Of course he didn't, no wizard wanted that. "Worry not, Sirius, or worry, because you only have until midnight to claim it from me. By that I mean, get it back from me before it hits midnight, or you die."
Sirius stared at the woman, feeling rage swelling up inside his chest. She took his wand and now she was threatening to kill him if he didn't get it back from her.
"You have fifteen minutes to finish the game," crooned Bellatrix, she seemed very pleased with herself. It made Sirius feel sick at how a person could feel pleased or happy by the possibility of killing another.
"Game? This is a game to you?" He inhaled, close to choosing just jumping at her and seeing what would happen from there. Chances were he'd die sooner than the time limit she gave him.
"What else would it be?" She laughed, her laugh was high and shrill as usual. And either he'd grown unused to the octave of her pitch or the pitch had rose over the past three years along with her insanity.
The latter was the more likely of the two.
"A game," or a sick, twisted plan that came from the ugly depths of Bellatrix's mind. "One that only could come from you."
She seemed to approve of that answer from the satisfied look she donned as her nimble fingers, slender and pale fiddled about with his wand. Silently taunting him, trying to convince the reckless male into snatching it and prematurely ending his life even more than already planned.
"Who gives you any right to touch what isn't yours, eh, bitch?" He had nothing better to do but provoke her more and pray that she'd end up throwing his wand at him out of frustration thinking that a knife had been thrown instead until it was too late.
Bellatrix's eyes locked with his for only a second, it was clear that she did not like being talked down to as if she were a child when she had all the power in the situation.
"Shut up, Black," she pointed the object that he most desired in his direction.
"Why, cousin?" he moved close, a hand being held out toward her face. The tips of his fingers ghosting the fair almost pale skin of the woman's cheek, it was warmer than he expected for someone who lacked a heart.
"I said so, that's why," she spat the words like venom. "And don't touch me, you traitor!"
Sirius concealed the clever smirk that wormed it's way to his lips by looking down at the table in front of him. An idea finally came to his mind, and it was just possible that it'd work.
It was similar to what he'd done back a few years before just to ruffle the raven haired woman's feathers. It worked back then, so it made it likelier that Bellatrix would once again be flustered.
Leaning over the table, he moved just right to catch her lips in a kiss. And just like that last time, he made sure there was passion behind the kiss to upset her more.
A rough shove to the chest was given to him, but he did not back off, not until he was certain that he'd either die or get his wand back. Pressing his lips against hers harder, one hand firmly placed on the table with the other resting on the back of Bellatrix's chair.
"Stop it, stop it now!" She yelled against his mouth, but it came out rather muffled with him pressing his lips even closer. "Black, I mean it, you bastard!"
"Not until you give me my wand back," he mumbled against her dry lips, sounding close to desperate, something he did not want to be around her.
Bellatrix's teeth bit down onto Sirius' bottom lip, causing him to yelp loudly in pain and pull away to glare at her.
"Take your bloody wand if you want that badly!" She pushed him away from her hard and throwing the object in his direction. "But watch your back, you might not be spared next time."
The taller man stumbled back, but steadied himself with the hand on the table. "Maybe you won't be spared when I get the chance," he spat at her as she stood, readying herself for apparation but stopped to stare at him with dark, hooded eyes.
What happened next was quite unexpected by the Order of the Phoenix member, being kissed by the woman who'd just yelled at him for doing the same to her.
"Don't you dare say anything," breathed Bellatrix in between kisses.
Sirius found him shaking his head in agreement to what she'd said and his lips having a mind of their own with returning kisses. One large hand tangling itself into the massive bunch of curls gathered at the back of her head.
Kissing her made him feel satisfied, as if all along he'd been craving the taste of her, the scent, the touch, even though he despised her more than humanly possible or that was what he'd always believed.
"Did you fall asleep again or something?" Sirius was snapped out of his own thoughts by the impatient voice of his lover. "I told you to get up."
"Maybe I'm comfortable right where I am," he effortlessly argued, looking at her with a cheeky grin.
"That means no kiss for you," Bellatrix pushed back her long hair so it flowed down her back as she stood.
"Well, screw you, too," Sirius slowly got up off the floor as to not seem as though he really care whether or not he got a kiss, which he did in a way.
"You did that last night, dearest cousin," she gazed through her thick lashes at him, looking as though she was attempting to be innocent.
"Damn right, I did," he gave a bark of laughter as she lightly kissed his lips once he was standing in front of her. "I guess you're leaving now, huh?"
Her head bobbed in a nod, pressing her face into his shoulder for only a moment to breathe in his scent, though not the best smell it was how he smelled.
"Take care," placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, Sirius hugged her to him with one arm then releasing her.
"Don't I always?" A humored expression on her face before it dropping it to her usual expression. "Now I have to go. Goodbye." With that she turned, heading toward the bedroom door, getting ready to apparate.
"Do have a happy Halloween, Bellatrix," he told her, searching his monstrosity of a bedroom for a shirt to put on as he was starting to get chilly without anything but pajama pants on.
"Same to you," with one glance over her shoulder, she apparated away to her true home, where Sirius knew she belonged.