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Fic - Frantic Liaison - 1/1
Title: Frantic Liaison
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut/Angst
Pairings: Bellatrix/Lily, background James/Lily
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Lily likes it rough. Bellatrix is all too willing to oblige.
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femslash100 Prompt #456 - gentle.
“Don’t be gentle with me,” she hisses, twisting her fingers into Bellatrix’s hair and pulling her down onto the hotel bed.
Bellatrix answers her with laughter, cold and cruel, and sinks her teeth into Lily’s throat. Her hands rake up Lily’s thighs, sliding under the fabric of her skirt to seek out her cunt. The fingers that thrust into her, the thumb that rubs hard against her clit, are so different from James’ – long and slender and tipped with sharp nails that would have hurt a lot more had Lily not already been wet from the anticipation. She fucks herself down onto Bellatrix’s hand, rolling her hips eagerly.
She doesn’t care that she’s still fully dressed, or that she’s probably moaning and panting loud enough for the people in the next room to hear. She’s needed this for weeks. She’s been tense and desperate ever since Dumbledore visited with news of a prophecy, and James just hasn’t been enough.
She knows that to Bellatrix she’s a mudblood whore, not precious little “Lily-flower” tucked up in cotton wool. She’ll be sore for hours afterwards, days if she’s lucky; she’ll have to clean smears of blood and lipstick from her tender breasts and heal the bites and scratches, but she’ll never stop sneaking away to do this. Lily likes it rough; gentle is for her husband.
And for her child.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut/Angst
Pairings: Bellatrix/Lily, background James/Lily
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Lily likes it rough. Bellatrix is all too willing to oblige.
Author's Notes: This was written for
femslash100 Prompt #456 - gentle.“Don’t be gentle with me,” she hisses, twisting her fingers into Bellatrix’s hair and pulling her down onto the hotel bed.
Bellatrix answers her with laughter, cold and cruel, and sinks her teeth into Lily’s throat. Her hands rake up Lily’s thighs, sliding under the fabric of her skirt to seek out her cunt. The fingers that thrust into her, the thumb that rubs hard against her clit, are so different from James’ – long and slender and tipped with sharp nails that would have hurt a lot more had Lily not already been wet from the anticipation. She fucks herself down onto Bellatrix’s hand, rolling her hips eagerly.
She doesn’t care that she’s still fully dressed, or that she’s probably moaning and panting loud enough for the people in the next room to hear. She’s needed this for weeks. She’s been tense and desperate ever since Dumbledore visited with news of a prophecy, and James just hasn’t been enough.
She knows that to Bellatrix she’s a mudblood whore, not precious little “Lily-flower” tucked up in cotton wool. She’ll be sore for hours afterwards, days if she’s lucky; she’ll have to clean smears of blood and lipstick from her tender breasts and heal the bites and scratches, but she’ll never stop sneaking away to do this. Lily likes it rough; gentle is for her husband.
And for her child.