Bella held her loosely and looked at her sister. “Were they scary?” she asked softly. “They did not sound it.” Her tone was gentle and reassuring as she spoke to Narcissa. “Were they something else? Did they…confuse you?”
Her own body was responding to her sister’s arousal and Bellatrix knew her own nipples were hard points poking against the front of the dress she had worn to dinner. Luckily, the thick, layered material hid hers far better.
“There is no need to be sorry,” Bellatrix assured her. “Unless you were doing something that you should not have been,” she added ominously.
Shrugging, Bellatrix had no intention of leaving. Her own perverse desires wanted her there all night, doing all matter of things to her sister. “I should go soon in case mother checks up on me,” she told Narcissa, knowing her sister well enough that Bella suspected she wouldn’t be going anywhere.