wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2011-02-10 01:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, 2011, bellatrix, rodolphus |
Special delivery for dexstarr
Title: Worth the Whip
Author:
Recipient's LJ name: dexstarr
Pairing(s): Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Rating: R
Summary Bella teases her husband and they pay for it later.
Word Count: 1629
Warnings/Content: violence of the non-sexy kind.
He watched her get dressed with the slow, casual movements that indicated she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Bellatrix rarely did anything slowly, rarely did anything without extreme determination. Unless she was in the mood to tease, that is. And she was definitely very good at teasing. Rodolphus had been unprepared for the kind of tease that Bellatrix could be when the mood struck her.
Black stockings rolled up her calves and circled her thighs. She didn't even look at him as she secured them in place with her garter belt. As per usual when she decided to wear something more appealing under her robes - and usually at Rodolphus' request - Bella slid the black lace knickers over her stockings and garter belt. With her back turned to him, Rodolphus could make out her perfectly shaped ass beneath the pattern, just enough pale ivory flesh peeking between the black to stir up desire in him.
They didn't have time for desire to stir. The Dark Lord had called a dinner meeting at Malfoy Manor. If Bellatrix wasted much more time, they would be late as it was. But he was hard pressed to want to rush her. If they arrived late and were punished for it, so be it. Watching Bellatrix take her time wrapping herself in sensual fabrics was well worth any punishment the Dark Lord deemed fit to give him.
A flick of her wand and Rodolphus watched as the under-bust corset laced itself up her back. It tightened little by little until her posture straightened and her breasts pushed upward. The silhouette of her was surprisingly taller and more graceful as she stood up straighter, reaching for her shirt. Black silk slid down over her arms and face until it settled against her curves as if it had been poured over her skin.
Bellatrix stepped into her trousers, bending at the waist and bracing herself with one hand on the bed. Every instinct in Rodolphus wanted to move up behind her, run his hands over the curve of her ass, push her against the bed and rip the clothes from her body. He wanted to take her and every move she made seemed to invite him to do so. But as Bella finished buttoning her trousers, the clock chimed seven o'clock. They were late. They would be late even if they disapparated from their bedroom directly to the dining hall of Malfoy Manor. And Bella wasn't even finished getting dressed yet.
Crossing to the wardrobe, Bellatrix ignored her husband completely. She was good at this, getting him worked up and doing nothing for him. Of course she was equally good at intimately surprising him when she had decided he'd had enough. When it came to Bellatrix, there was no "enough" for him. He would take whatever she was willing to give, and gladly. Even this, the teasing and ignoring him, making them late and knowing that they would both be hurting for it in a few hours.
Rodolphus watched as his wife stepped into knee-high stiletto boots. She lifted her leg to settle her foot on the ottoman as she pulled the zippers. She moved so carefully that Rodolphus was certain she was stalling. She was testing him. Bellatrix wanted to see if he thought the punishment they would receive was worth it to him. She was trying to get him to rush her and it wasn't going to happen.
She pulled a fresh set of robes from the hanger and slipped her arms into them. They were silk inside, he could see the crimson fabric as it slid against her equally as silky skin. She wrapped them around herself, tight enough to give her shape but not enough to hug her curves tightly. She was hiding herself. She was teasing him with what she wasn't showing suddenly.
And still, when she lifted her hair to twist it into a loose bun, Rodolphus felt the desire to kiss the back of her neck. He wanted to hold her body to his, her back to his chest, and to taste every inch of her exposed flesh, no matter how little of it there was now. He wanted to pull her hair loose and thread his fingers through it before divesting her of the rest of her clothes. But that, sadly, would have to wait a while.
"Well, we're already late. Are you going to stand there gawking or are we going to leave?"