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Title: Maid of Dishonour
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Rodolphus Lestrange doesn't deserve her sister.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt Harry Potter - Bellatrix/Narcissa - wedding on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Bella is a vision in white, so different from her usual colours of black and red, and Narcissa has to stop every few minutes to remind herself that this really is her sister. When, finally, the last of the jewelled pins is in place and her sister’s hair is complete, he steps back and smoothes her hands down the skirts of her bridesmaid’s dress.
Rodolphus Lestrange doesn’t deserve this.
Bella turns to look at her, dark eyes glittering with something that could be grief or rage, and she beckons Narcissa close enough to breathe her breath. They daren’t kiss in case Bella’s make-up is smudged, but Narcissa is yet to apply hers and she has no shame left. Certainly not enough to give her pause as she slides to her knees and pushes white silk and taffeta up, past the garter about Bella’s thigh, and slips out her tongue to lick at her sister through the lace of her underwear.
Bella gives a soft, pleased noise, and rests her hand on Narcissa’s bare shoulder instead of mussing her hair. “Rough,” she says as she shifts her hips to give Narcissa better access. “I want to feel you when I’m at the altar.”
Narcissa shivers and obeys, pulls wet lace aside with her teeth and thrusts three fingers in deep. Bella gasps and croons; her hands flutter for fear of scratching, and Narcissa hates Rodolphus Lestrange.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Rodolphus Lestrange doesn't deserve her sister.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt Harry Potter - Bellatrix/Narcissa - wedding on
femslash100's Drabbletag5.Bella is a vision in white, so different from her usual colours of black and red, and Narcissa has to stop every few minutes to remind herself that this really is her sister. When, finally, the last of the jewelled pins is in place and her sister’s hair is complete, he steps back and smoothes her hands down the skirts of her bridesmaid’s dress.
Rodolphus Lestrange doesn’t deserve this.
Bella turns to look at her, dark eyes glittering with something that could be grief or rage, and she beckons Narcissa close enough to breathe her breath. They daren’t kiss in case Bella’s make-up is smudged, but Narcissa is yet to apply hers and she has no shame left. Certainly not enough to give her pause as she slides to her knees and pushes white silk and taffeta up, past the garter about Bella’s thigh, and slips out her tongue to lick at her sister through the lace of her underwear.
Bella gives a soft, pleased noise, and rests her hand on Narcissa’s bare shoulder instead of mussing her hair. “Rough,” she says as she shifts her hips to give Narcissa better access. “I want to feel you when I’m at the altar.”
Narcissa shivers and obeys, pulls wet lace aside with her teeth and thrusts three fingers in deep. Bella gasps and croons; her hands flutter for fear of scratching, and Narcissa hates Rodolphus Lestrange.
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