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Fic: The Road to the Little Death
Title: The Road to the Little Death
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dexstarr
Word Count: 718
Rating: R
Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange/Narcissa Black
Warnings: Blackcest, femmeslash
Author's Note: Written fordeirdre_aithne, who has spoiled me with tons of Narcissa/Pansy, so I tried to write some angst in return and well, this came out. And hey! This has the honor of being the first somewhat smutty thing written on my new laptop.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR and are not mine.
Summary: Even with her marriage to Lucius Malfoy looming, Narcissa is sure that nothing will change between her and Bellatrix.
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“Nothing’s going to change,” Narcissa said, even though she knew the words were a lie. She had to say them, had to pretend for one more night that nothing really was going to change.
Bellatrix’s snort interrupted her thoughts, and Narcissa paused in brushing her hair to look at her sister’s reflection in the mirror. Bella was lying on her bed, her position suggesting that she didn’t have a care in the world, but her eyes told a different story. Only Narcissa could read each of Bella’s moods – and right now she read anxiety and worry in her sister’s dark blue eyes.
Putting the silver-backed hairbrush on her vanity table – flashes of how Bella had used it on her running through her mind – Narcissa rose and walked to the bed. Bella refused to move over, so Narcissa perched next to her, reaching cautiously for her sister’s shoulder. When Bella angrily shook off her hand, Narcissa bit her lip and bowed her head, her hair falling in her face.
“Don’t pout, Cissy, I don’t like it.”
Narcissa’s lower lip slid from between her teeth, the faintest bite impression marring her mouth. “Nothing’s going to change,” she said again, peering at Bella through her hair, watching to see if her sister’s eyes would lighten.
But Bella’s eyes, already so dark they were almost black, glittered dangerously, and Narcissa felt a cold shiver go down her spine. When her sister was this moody, when her eyes sparkled like the obsidian glass Narcissa had seen once on a visit to Italy, the night usually didn’t end well for her. “Bella, please,” she begged quietly, reaching again for her sister, only to have her hand slapped away. Tears pricked behind her eyes from the way Bella was behaving towards her. Narcissa had hoped that tonight – their last night together – would be one to remember, the memories of which would comfort her when lying beneath Lucius, but Bella clearly had different ideas.
Bellatrix shifted slightly, so that she was reclining on the mound of pillows like a queen on her throne, and then wrapped her fingers possessively around Narcissa’s thigh. “You’re right,” she said, with an air of finality that surprised the blonde. “Nothing will change. You may be marrying Lucius tomorrow, but you’ll still be mine.”
Privately, Narcissa didn’t think this would be true. While Rodolphus was more than willing to turn a blind eye to his wife’s liaisons, Narcissa doubted that Lucius would be as … allowing. Lucius did not strike her as a man who would stand aside for his wife’s infidelity, even if was with her own blood.
“How?”
Bella let go of her leg and flipped her arm over in response. Narcissa’s eyes flicked to the dark brand on her sister’s left arm, the black lines of the Dark Mark standing out starkly against the pale flesh. “Our Lord holds me in high esteem. Higher than your fiancé.” Bellatrix laughed darkly. “Lucius won’t be able to say a word.”
The idea should disgust her –her husband being controlled by her sister – but Narcissa’s heart leapt at the thought of still being Bella’s girl. For just as no one knew Bellatrix as Narcissa did, no one knew Narcissa as Bellatrix did. She was sure Lucius wouldn’t care to take the time to learn his new wife’s body, to learn where she liked to be bitten and where she liked to be teased and where she liked to be caressed.
Narcissa was so happy that she flung herself against Bella, pressing her lips to her sister’s in a crushing kiss. A lip-smashing, teeth-scraping, tongue-dominating kiss: precisely the type that Narcissa hated and Bellatrix loved.
Another dark, rich laugh fell from Bella’s mouth as she returned her sister’s ferocious kiss. She had trained Cissy well, had strengthened Cissy’s softness until she bowed only to Bellatrix and no one else. She would never give up her sister, would never lose the pleasure she derived from Narcissa. No foolish man was going to get in her way, especially not one who strutted about like a peacock.
“Show me how grateful you are, Cissy, that nothing’s going to change for us.”
And Narcissa did, because driving Bellatrix to la petite mort was the best way to show how thankful she was.
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Author:
dexstarrWord Count: 718
Rating: R
Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange/Narcissa Black
Warnings: Blackcest, femmeslash
Author's Note: Written for
deirdre_aithne, who has spoiled me with tons of Narcissa/Pansy, so I tried to write some angst in return and well, this came out. And hey! This has the honor of being the first somewhat smutty thing written on my new laptop. Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR and are not mine.
Summary: Even with her marriage to Lucius Malfoy looming, Narcissa is sure that nothing will change between her and Bellatrix.
***
“Nothing’s going to change,” Narcissa said, even though she knew the words were a lie. She had to say them, had to pretend for one more night that nothing really was going to change.
Bellatrix’s snort interrupted her thoughts, and Narcissa paused in brushing her hair to look at her sister’s reflection in the mirror. Bella was lying on her bed, her position suggesting that she didn’t have a care in the world, but her eyes told a different story. Only Narcissa could read each of Bella’s moods – and right now she read anxiety and worry in her sister’s dark blue eyes.
Putting the silver-backed hairbrush on her vanity table – flashes of how Bella had used it on her running through her mind – Narcissa rose and walked to the bed. Bella refused to move over, so Narcissa perched next to her, reaching cautiously for her sister’s shoulder. When Bella angrily shook off her hand, Narcissa bit her lip and bowed her head, her hair falling in her face.
“Don’t pout, Cissy, I don’t like it.”
Narcissa’s lower lip slid from between her teeth, the faintest bite impression marring her mouth. “Nothing’s going to change,” she said again, peering at Bella through her hair, watching to see if her sister’s eyes would lighten.
But Bella’s eyes, already so dark they were almost black, glittered dangerously, and Narcissa felt a cold shiver go down her spine. When her sister was this moody, when her eyes sparkled like the obsidian glass Narcissa had seen once on a visit to Italy, the night usually didn’t end well for her. “Bella, please,” she begged quietly, reaching again for her sister, only to have her hand slapped away. Tears pricked behind her eyes from the way Bella was behaving towards her. Narcissa had hoped that tonight – their last night together – would be one to remember, the memories of which would comfort her when lying beneath Lucius, but Bella clearly had different ideas.
Bellatrix shifted slightly, so that she was reclining on the mound of pillows like a queen on her throne, and then wrapped her fingers possessively around Narcissa’s thigh. “You’re right,” she said, with an air of finality that surprised the blonde. “Nothing will change. You may be marrying Lucius tomorrow, but you’ll still be mine.”
Privately, Narcissa didn’t think this would be true. While Rodolphus was more than willing to turn a blind eye to his wife’s liaisons, Narcissa doubted that Lucius would be as … allowing. Lucius did not strike her as a man who would stand aside for his wife’s infidelity, even if was with her own blood.
“How?”
Bella let go of her leg and flipped her arm over in response. Narcissa’s eyes flicked to the dark brand on her sister’s left arm, the black lines of the Dark Mark standing out starkly against the pale flesh. “Our Lord holds me in high esteem. Higher than your fiancé.” Bellatrix laughed darkly. “Lucius won’t be able to say a word.”
The idea should disgust her –her husband being controlled by her sister – but Narcissa’s heart leapt at the thought of still being Bella’s girl. For just as no one knew Bellatrix as Narcissa did, no one knew Narcissa as Bellatrix did. She was sure Lucius wouldn’t care to take the time to learn his new wife’s body, to learn where she liked to be bitten and where she liked to be teased and where she liked to be caressed.
Narcissa was so happy that she flung herself against Bella, pressing her lips to her sister’s in a crushing kiss. A lip-smashing, teeth-scraping, tongue-dominating kiss: precisely the type that Narcissa hated and Bellatrix loved.
Another dark, rich laugh fell from Bella’s mouth as she returned her sister’s ferocious kiss. She had trained Cissy well, had strengthened Cissy’s softness until she bowed only to Bellatrix and no one else. She would never give up her sister, would never lose the pleasure she derived from Narcissa. No foolish man was going to get in her way, especially not one who strutted about like a peacock.
“Show me how grateful you are, Cissy, that nothing’s going to change for us.”
And Narcissa did, because driving Bellatrix to la petite mort was the best way to show how thankful she was.
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The whole thing is just perfect! But the moment that gave me some major shivers of delight was this:
"Show me how grateful you are, Cissy..."
I died of squee for that moment, because even without the details in front of me, I can just see what happens next. And I might be imagining it being said with a wonderfully commanding and yet relaxed tone.
But this is everything I hoped it would be and then some! So thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!!
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Thanks, it makes me really happy that you liked it so much. Very very happy, really. I had a hard time figuring out how to end it, that's what took so long lol.
And oh yes, that line would be said with exactly that tone!
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precisely the type that Narcissa hated and Bellatrix loved reminds me of the only woman (or man) I ever let be in a dominant position.
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[...]especially not one who strutted about like a peacock.
That made me laugh. Oh Lucius, you closet Queen xD
I really liked this :) I've been so deprived of Bella/Cissy fics to read lately. I swear I've read most of them by now lol.
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They're my femslash OTP (although there are starting to be a few other favorites vying for that sport) so I feel like I've hunted down most of the good fics too. That's kind of why
I should write them more, but Pansy seems to have taken up residence in my head lately.
And that babbling aside, thanks again and I'm happy you liked it!
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Enjoyed their dynamics a lot :)
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difficultfun to write.no subject
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But yea, can't get past the hotness of Blackcest. Thanks babe!
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It's brilliant, it is. Bella is so manipulative. You characterize her amazingly.
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Thanks! You know how much I love my manipulative Bella. ♥
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Lots. ^^ But I'm not writing it, because I am currently back in the phase of loving Lucius. Besides, your the author. ;)
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Well! Don't sound so enthusiastic! jk. *winks* I had meant as novel-length. Well- maybe I should say 'chapter-length'. But I do agree that it's perfect just as it is. The only long fic I've read by you is that *drools a little* darkfest one and it was amazing. I wouldn't mind seeing it happen again. ^^
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I am still so happy you loved darkfest, considering how much time and mental anguish (lol) went into that.
I have no clue where I'm going with this. lol. I need to install skype on my new laptop so we can chat sometime.
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hehehe. Like I always say, "if something can be read easily, great effort has gone into writing it."
Yes you do. Or I fear we'll take up your whole LJ having an argument/conversation.
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There's going to be at least one Bellatrix fic coming from me, which should be interesting since I'm pretty sure I'm going to do first person pov. I think I'm crazy enough to get her internal voice right. And actually I have about 4 or 5 Bella fics that haven't been posted, because I've been very lazy for the past month.
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Woo. Oh I'm so excited! And wow, yeah, you do have to be nuts to first person Bellatrix. O.O that is going to be fascinating.
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Let me know,Thanks.
You're the Kat's meow.
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