Title: While the Cat's Away...
Author: thescarletwoman
Characters: Narcissa, Bellatrix
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: toys, incest, lingeire
Themes/kinks chosen: Adultery
Word Count: ~2100
Summary: Lucius may have his 'whatevers'... but Narcissa has her Bella.
Author's notes: It's been a while since I've had the chance to write femme and the theme fit it perfectly. Thanks to jateshi for the uberly speedy beta!


The door latch snicked shut softly and Narcissa instantly stiffened at the sound. Only two people had explicit permission to enter her quarters. She relaxed slightly, remembering that one of them was currently away fucking whatever his latest conquest was. No, having relations with was the proper Pureblood term, nowhere near as crass as the f-word. Narcissa sat at her dressing table, warmed by the fire Dobby had started, slowly drawing her brush through her platinum hair. No, it would not be Lucius seeking entrance to her room. He had already fulfilled his 'husbandly' duty for the week, filling her with his seed and hoping a child took root.

There were times when Narcissa felt like nothing more than a bloody receptacle for his sperm. Sure, she played the doting wife to an absolute tee but there was a point when enough was enough. A woman could only take so much of her husband going off to fuck whatever was his current flavour (currently, it seemed to run in the direction of men) before she had her fill.

Narcissa refused to sink so low as to frequent the Leaky Cauldron, her cleavage spilling out of her bustier for any available male to paw at her. That may be her husband's desire, but it certainly wasn't hers. And so she was left alone in the Manor while he made an utter prig out of himself.

"Cissy."

Well, maybe not completely alone. And to that end, why should she have to go out looking for her 'bit on the side' when she already had someone who doted on her.

Narcissa set down her brush, picking up her hand mirror and angling it over her shoulder. A smile graced her lips, her eyes catching the reflection of Bellatrix standing behind her. If Narcissa was light, Bella was her polar opposite: her dark hair and eyes standing out in sharp contrast to her pale skin. As was always the case when she saw her sister, Narcissa felt the doxies begin bouncing in the pit of her stomach.

Setting the mirror back on the vanity, Narcissa spun the stool around, pulling her filmy robe tighter around the black lace teddy she was wearing.

If there was one thing Lucius had taught her, it was important to dress for one's lover. True, he may have bought the lingerie for her, but Narcissa knew it would be better appreciated if worn for someone else. Judging from the heat that entered Bella's eyes, Narcissa knew she had picked the right ensemble tonight..

Lucius could have his whores -- Narcissa had her sister. It was true what they said: blood was always thicker than water and marriages. It was family that would stand with you through thick and thin.

"Bella," Narcissa said, rising from the stool. She crossed the room silently, her bare feet making no sound as she walked towards Bella. Narcissa moved into the arms of her sister, her robe falling open as she pressed herself against Bella. A hand moved down Narcissa's back while a fingertip traced the trim around the curve of her breast. Narcissa shivered from a combination of the feather light touch and the slight chill in the room being this far away from the fireplace. Bella took advantage of the situation, drawing her thumb across the padded cup of her bra, finding her nipple and teasing it to it's puckered bud.

"I don't think this is what Lucius had in mind when he purchased it for you," Bellatrix stated, a smile playing about her lips.

Narcissa always thought her sister was beautiful when she allowed herself the emotion of contentment. A smile completely changed the shape of Bella's face. Gently, Narcissa traced Bella's lips with the pad of her fingers, moaning softly when Bella's mouth opened to suck those questing fingers in, teasing them with her tongue. Narcissa moved forward ever so slightly, pressing her body against Bella's.

"How long do we have?" Bella asked, releasing the fingers.

"Enough time," Narcissa replied. "He left about fifteen minutes ago. We have enough time."

"It is never enough," Bella answered, tipping her head down. "But it will do for now."

The distance between their lips closed and Narcissa sighed once they met in that first kiss. To kiss a woman was so different then a man, particularly in comparison to her husband. Lucius was demanding, rough, plundered her mouth without thought or care. It was all about his pleasure and if she became aroused by it, then it was a boon. Bellatrix, while she could be every bit as demanding as Lucius, still kissed as if she were in a partnership. Bella derived her pleasure from Narcissa's.

Tongues slid against each other as Bellatrix gently steered Narcissa towards the bed. Narcissa knew she saw a completely different side of Bella and there was a part of her that wished others could see this version. Deep down, Bella was a woman who was capable of love and of caring for another human being. But that, Narcissa knew, would ruin the allure that was Bella. There was also the selfish part of Narcissa that wanted to keep this to herself: the knowledge that only she got to see Bella this way amd that made it all worth while. The quick romps in the Manor, knowing that Lucius could walk in at any moment were what mattered.

The forbidden love. Yes, this was what Narcissa truly loved.

Narcissa laid down against the black silk sheets, her blonde hair spilling out like a halo around her head. At some point, the robe had been taken from her and there was nothing between herself and Bella but a yard of black sateen and lace. Then Bella's hands were everywhere all at once. She started at the top and began working her way down, beginning by tweaking her nipples between thumb and forefinger before her mouth descended on her breast. Narcissa's back arched, pushing her chest into Bella's waiting mouth. Bellatrix moved to the other breast, leaving a saliva darkened spot on her left side. The friction of the teddy against her inflamed skin was sheer torture -- divine, sweet torture.

Words were rarely exchanged between them. They didn't have time to whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears. Instead, Bella told Narcissa of her want through actions. Through the way her fingers traced the curve of her hip, in the way she rubbed her thumb between the vee of Narcissa's thighs -- that was how their conversations existed. After all, Druella had taught them that actions spoke louder than words. In Bella's case, they spoke volumes.

Then, at last, Bella's hands were where Narcissa so desired them. She still wore the teddy, though she knew the panties were already wet. Merlin, how she wanted Bella -- wanted the woman to touch her, to thrust her tongue between her nether lips and taste her. Before Narcissa could even form the request, that dark head moved between Narcissa's thighs. She spread her legs wider to accommodate Bella, groaning as she used her tongue to push aside the wet strip of fabric covering her cunt. Narcissa's hands twined in the bed clothes the moment Bella's tongue brushed her clit. She was wearing too many clothes -- gods they both were. Narcissa wanted to be nude, wanted nothing separating herself from Bella's hungry eyes.

The one thing Narcissa loved above all else about Bella was the way Bella always seemed to know what she wanted. Perhaps it was because they had been lovers since Narcissa was sixteen years old or perhaps it was due to the fact that they were sisters. Whatever it was, Bella continued to anticipate Narcissa's needs. A moment and a murmured spell later they were both naked, firelight dancing across their skin. That thrill returned to the pit of Narcissa's stomach, knowing how open and spread she was for Bella's pleasure.

Once more Bella lowered her head between Narcissa's thighs, and at long last there was nothing stopping Bella from parting her nether lips with her tongue. Narcissa's hips angled upwards with the first brush against her clit, unable to keep from crying out. Her breathy moans only served to spur Bellatrix on, her tongue working Narcissa over. In and out it moved, flicking across her cunt and driving Narcissa perilously close to the edge of sweet abandon. And then she pulled back, leaving Narcissa hanging onto the edge of her sanity by a manicured nail.

"Please, Bella," Narcissa whimpered. "Please."

Bellatrix moved off the bed, a smirk playing about her lips as she kept her gaze on Narcissa even as she moved across the room. She knew what Bella was retrieving even without seeing it. Closing her eyes, Narcissa let herself listen to the sounds in the room, guessing her sister's actions with each rustle. Then, there it was -- that first had press against her cunt. Narcissa forced herself to keep her eyes shut, wanting to move by feel and not by sight. Just as she had adjusted to the thickness between her legs, she heard Bella make a sharp intake of breath.

Oh. Oh.

"Open your eyes, Cissy," Bellatrix said, stealing a kiss from her sister. "Watch us."

Following her orders, Narcissa opened her eyes, looking down her body at the flesh coloured dildo that was sticking out of her cunt. Her eyes followed the longer-than-usual toy, blushing ever so slightly when she saw the other end disappear inside Bella. It was as close as they would ever get to being intimately joined.

"Together," Bella said, reaching for Narcissa's hand. Fingers curled around her wrist, Bella guided Narcissa to the toy, and together they stroked. It was completely sheathed inside both of their cunts, but each stroke pushed it further inside Narcissa while it withdrew ever so slightly from inside Bella, and then the reverse. In-out-in-out, Narcissa watched as they rocked against each other, legs and fingers similarly intertwined. By looking at the two of them, it was impossible to tell where one woman ended and the other began.

It was exactly how it should be.

Narcissa arched her body upwards, meeting Bella's in a frantic kiss, her hips working and thrusting against Bella's. She wasn't sure when the signal was given or when the pleasure became too much and she reached the precipice she had already once been denied. This time, holding onto Bella, she vaulted over the edge, her orgasm overtaking her in a shock of bright lights and colours in front of her field of vision. Her hips still pumped furiously until she could hear the hitch in Bella's voice, the soft cry her sister uttered as she gave herself over to sheer ecstasy.

The dildo still connecting their bodies, Bellatrix leaned forward, pillowing her head against Narcissa's chest. Smiling to herself, Narcissa encircled Bellatrix, holding the other woman close as they rode out the final waves of their orgasm.

She never reached a pinnacle like that with Lucius that was for damn sure.

From somewhere else in the house, the tell-tale sound of an Apparation crack rang out, ruining whatever post-coital moment Narcissa may have wanted with her sister. Bellatrix raised her head, glancing at the door then asking the silent question

Is he outside the door? her eyes asked.

A slight shake of the head. No, but we don't have much time, Narcissa silently answered.

A final kiss and a flurry of movement while clothing was recovered. Bellatrix helped Narcissa back into the teddy, though with the way her fingers moved over Narcissa's skin it was evident that she'd rather be helping the other woman out of it, then re-dressing her. With a final, lingering kiss, Bellatrix darted towards the fire place. A bit of dust and a flash of green light later, Narcissa was left alone in the room naught but a breath before Lucius re-entered. She had barely had enough time to arrange herself on the bed, playing the part of the dutiful Pureblood wife, ready for her husband to plant his seed in her belly.

"Ah, ready for me as always, my pet."

Narcissa shivered, fighting off the wave of revulsion. Lucius, as always, took it as a shiver of lust and love for her husband. She closed her eyes as his hands roughly undressed her. She looked away when he entered her, her mind a million miles away from Lucius and the bed.

Lucius was too lost in his own passion, in his own lust to hear the name Narcissa softly whispered on the wind.