"Under This Flooded Sky," Bellatrix/Andromeda, NC-17 Title: Under This Flooded Sky Author: kethlenda Pairing: Bellatrix/Andromeda Rating: NC-17 Warnings: incest, underage (16 and 17) Word Count: 1025 Summary: Andromeda tried to call old stories to mind, tried to remember if anyone was ever struck down by the gods for this. Author's notes: This fic was for the Incest prompt at daily_deviant. I fail at reading the rules and thought I couldn't even post this in my personal journal until the challenge was over. Turns out I just couldn't xpost it to communities until then. So, here is old!fic.
I wish the storm would just break already.
The sky roiled overhead, an angry brew of greys and indigoes. The pent-up fury in the air pressed at Andromeda's skull, giving her the headache she always got when it wanted to rain but hadn't yet. She thought, longingly, of the bitter, astringent taste of willow-bark tea and wished, not for the first time since coming up to the Astronomy Tower tonight, that she was down in the castle proper, where the clouds were only an impotent illusion, entertainment for the students' dinner.
She felt Bella's warm breath on her neck (tickling, raising goosebumps) before she heard a sound. Bella's fingers moved softly over Andromeda's temples. She, of all people, knew how an impending storm affected her sister; she'd had to live with it all her life, thought Andromeda with a wry smile.
"Silly girl," murmured Bella, leaning so close her lips brushed Andromeda's neck. "We live in the same dormitory, but you've always got to come up with some mad idea like this."
A gust of wind whipped their mingled hair against Andromeda's cheek. "I'm a prefect," she said. "I've got to set an example for the younger girls."
She didn't say, I don't want to do…this…in my own bed. She didn't say that would make it real, part of everyday life, and I need it to remain an aberration. A momentary madness. She'd never been able to bring herself to even put a name to "it," to "this," as if not calling it sex would somehow mean she wasn't really sleeping with her sister.
Bella's hands abandoned Andromeda's temples; they stroked her face and neck, traced her shoulders, before curving in to cup Andromeda's breasts. Andromeda rubbed her palms against the rough stone of the parapet, as if that could somehow scrub away the thought of the soft flesh her fingers thirsted for.
Bella laughed low and throaty in Andromeda's ear as she caressed her nipples to hard little peaks; Andromeda bit her lip and clutched harder at the crenellated wall.
"Turn around and look at me," Bella said.
I don't have to obey. I can stop this, here and now.
She and I both know I won't.
Andromeda knew she was lost as soon as she looked her sister in the eye. She'd never been able to deny her anything. She tasted rain on Bella's lips (was it raining already?) a heartbeat before she felt a single drop splash on her cheek.
She turned Bella around, pushed her gently against the wall. Bella murmured something that was drowned in the thunder as Andromeda peeled away Bella's robes and lowered her lips to one pale breast. Andromeda knew by now how to tease Bella's body to the point of quivering; she started gentle, laving and sucking, then a slow hard bite. Bella moaned, her long fingers tangling in Andromeda's hair, her nails like talons on Andromeda's scalp.
Lightning bathed Bella in white. The storm was closer now; pressure mounted in Andromeda's head even as need built between her legs. Andromeda tried to call old stories to mind, tried to remember if anyone was ever struck down by the gods for this. For licking a trail of heat up the sinuous curve of her sister's waist, like this. For falling to her knees to slip two fingers into her sister's wet cunt.
Bella groaned, thrust down against Andromeda's hand, and Andromeda obliged her by moving harder, faster, then pressing her lips to Bella's shadowed hair, finding Bella's clit with her tongue. Bella laughed when she came. Bella always laughed.
Andromeda waited, waited like the storm. Bella leaned back against the parapet, her hooded eyes closed, breathing deeply. After a long moment, she seemed to remember Andromeda was there.
"My good girl," she said, her lips quirking in a smile Andromeda could not read. Bella knelt next to Andromeda, cradled her with one arm as she sought Andromeda's clit with her other hand.
Bella's touch seemed perfunctory somehow, like she was only doing it to humor Andromeda. In a flash of lightning, Andromeda saw that Bella's eyes were closed, and she wondered which of the Slytherin boys Bella was imagining, but Andromeda's body needed this, writhed against Bella's fingers.
Chill air washed over Andromeda; Bella shivered in her arms. Andromeda looked up to see the sky gone utterly black; a moment later the heavens opened, spilling cool rain to bathe her face.
It's always like this when it finally rains--it's like coming into my element. It's like a rush in my blood. The pressure in her head eased, replaced by a fierce joy. She surrendered, bearing down on Bella's hand one more time for that last push of pleasure she needed, and let her orgasm wash through her.
Andromeda felt a soft sensation on her face and opened her eyes to see Bella dabbing rain and tears from Andromeda's cheeks with a sodden handkerchief. "Come on," said Bella. "Dinner's over; they'll be needing you back in the dungeons. Got to make sure none of the ickle firsties sneak out after bedtime, don’t you?"
She had a suspicion Bella was making fun of her, but the thought was gone as quickly as it came; Andromeda had other things on her mind. "You go on ahead. I'll be there in a few."
"It's raining, Romy." It was the tone of voice one might use to a five-year-old.
"Still. You go on ahead."
Andromeda stood in the rain, watching the grand windows of the Great Hall wink out into darkness. She gazed at the surface of the lake as if it were a scrying-mirror full of answers, but its surface was shattered by the downpour.
Her hair was plastered to her disheveled robes now, and she was cold, but there was something clean, something wholesome about the rain, and she drank it down. She held her hands up, threw her head back, let the rain sluice away Bella's scent and taste.
She wondered how long it would take to wash away the bitter aftertaste of shame (I swore it wouldn't happen again) and the toxic-sweet absinthe of loving her.