It was cute and sweet and intimate and everything that Bellatrix needed in this moment. He touched her with care and compassion. As he stripped her out of her clothing she fell into a companionable silence. To be honest, that was pretty rare of her. Typically she would have argued, fought, or tried to have herself heard. But with Rodolphus? This just felt right.
As he stripped her out of her clothing Bella helped shrug off the dress until she was half naked, pressed against him. There wasn't a lot of coaxing needed to force her into sleep and before she knew it her head was pressed to his chest and she was out like a light.
It wasn't until the yelling had she become alert of her surroundings, though. Her eyes blinked stupidly to life as two male voices argued, then a command was issued to her. Quickly her dark eyes darted around until she recognized both Rodolphus and Rabastan in their bed chambers.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" And before she knew it she had aparated out and to her family home. Instantly, half naked, she was swarmed by her Mother and sisters who already had her dress ready and makeup prepared to be slathered on.
"I don't want to hear about it. I don't really care." She argued against them plaintively as they forced her into garments and dressed her like a China doll. Bella didn't regret spending the last night of her "single life" with Rodolphus and no matter how much they lectured her she remained with a smirk on her face.
Before she knew it the music was playing, the hall was assembled, and the procession was beginning. Bellatrix Black was going to be no longer. A Lestrange she was committed to now and forever.