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Title: Summer Rain
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Genre: Smut
Pairings: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: A long and boring holiday at their grandparents' cottage suddenly becomes much more interesting.
Author's Notes: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
killing_kurare for prompt of 'First sin' on my First Meme. I finally got round to writing it! Hope you like it~
“Bored,” Bella says. “Bored, bored, bored.”
Narcissa doesn’t lower her book, but does peer at her sister over the top of it. Bella is sitting by the window, staring out at the black clouds and the crashing waves and tracing the tip of her wand down the paths of the raindrops. Her own book is abandoned – a thick tome on the Dark Arts loaned from Aunt Walburga – in favour of sending brooding glares out at the inclement weather.
Slowly, Narcissa lowers her book, marking her place with her finger. With her curls escaping from her loose bun and tumbling down the pale curve of her neck, her sister is as beautiful as she is distracted. She’s not normally one to set a book like Secrets of the Darkest Art aside; Bella reads textbooks for fun, not just to study for her NEWTs. She wants to be the greatest witch in the world: it’s the ambition that earned her a place in Slytherin.
To Narcissa, she already is that witch.
“The storm will pass, Bella,” she says.
Bellatrix glances at her. They are alone here. Andromeda deigned not to join them; preferring instead to hide in her room and pour over secret letters. Their grandparents, whose house this is, have their own lives to lead regardless of the girls’ presence. It’s supposed to be a holiday, and truthfully, Narcissa feels the same frustration as her sister: so far, it has been a terrible one. They are alone and imprisoned by the elements and their grandfather’s staunch refusal to join the Floo Network.
“But I’m bored, Cissa,” Bella whines. She sounds exactly like a child and – judging by the faint curl at the corner of her lip – she knows it.
“What do you want me to do about it?” Narcissa asks. In a way, whatever Bella wants, she’s already won. Even Wilde can’t hold her attention when Bella has decided that she wants to be at the centre of it.
“Entertain me, sister,” Bella replies in a imperious tone reminiscent of Aunt Cassiopeia. “It is your duty.”
Narcissa snorts, triggering a fit of giggles from Bella, and soon they are both laughing over nothing at all and the rain – for a time – is drowned out by their mirth. But it intrudes again, and Bella’s wild grin fades to her previous, dour expression, and Narcissa finds herself mourning its loss.
It might not be a duty, but keeping her sister entertained could well be a pleasure instead.
She marks her page and leaves The Importance of Being Earnest behind her on the chaise as she stands. “We could sing,” she says. Bella sneers and looks away. “Or dance. You refuse card games of any sort, and clearly the Dark Arts cannot hold you today. How do you propose I entertain you, sister?”
She jigs a step and twists into a pirouette that brings her to her sister’s side. Her skirts rustle as they settle once more, and she smoothes her hands over them self-consciously. The last time she danced was with cousin Regulus at his mother’s behest – one cannot learn without a partner, after all – and that was several years ago. For all her parents’ insistence that it was a necessary skill for her to learn, Hogwarts is short of balls and other opportunities for her to display her talents; as short, in fact, as their grandparents’ sea-side cottage.
Bellatrix is looking up at her. Narcissa isn’t sure she likes the speculative gleam in her sister’s eye as Bella looks her up and down – it feels too much like her sister is judging her for something – but she forces herself to remain still and confident under the scrutiny. Bella doesn’t like shy, shrinking people. She thinks them cowardly.
When Bella stands, Narcissa knows she’s won this round. For a moment, she’s not sure how to proceed with this information, but she’s never given the chance to voice her doubts. Bella’s hand presses into the small of her back and pulls her close; the fingers of her other hand lift Narcissa’s own, guiding her into the correct posture.
The thunder of the waves as they smash into the cliff gives them their tempo; the pattering of the rain is their music. Narcissa loses herself in her steps and her sister’s arms. She’s half-aware of her own laughter as Bella dips and twirls her. Truthfully, she’s more aware of Bella than herself. Bella’s smile and the gleam in her eyes; Bella’s long hair slipping loose and fanning out behind her; her red lipstick and the softness of crushed velvet beneath Narcissa’s fingers.
Bella’s kiss is sudden. It comes when she lifts Narcissa out of a dip and drags her close to her body with a grip like iron, but despite her surprise, Narcissa gasps more out of reflex than of shock. She kisses back, hungry for something she hadn’t known she wanted, and she tangles her fingers into Bella’s curls as the world spins around them.
Yes, she wants this. The thought that she shouldn’t barely crosses her mind. Bella is such an intrinsic part of her that the idea of having her sister as her lover brings nothing but desire now that the option is open to her. Incest is a sin she’ll let Bella carve onto her body as surely as she has her heart.
She half drags Bella to the chaise – giddy and delirious as she is, she refuses to fuck on the floor. Wilde is knocked to the floor in her eagerness, and she spreads her legs willingly as Bella pushes up her skirts.
There is no question of whether or not she is sure before Bella pulls her underwear aside and slips down between her thighs. Instead, there is a shared smile and the mutual knowledge that this will be the first of many times her sister has her this summer – and the first of many times over the years that will follow.
Bella is her world, and as her long, wicked tongue swipes over her clit for the first time, Narcissa’s world becomes one of pure pleasure.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Genre: Smut
Pairings: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: A long and boring holiday at their grandparents' cottage suddenly becomes much more interesting.
Author's Notes: This was written for
killing_kurare for prompt of 'First sin' on my First Meme. I finally got round to writing it! Hope you like it~“Bored,” Bella says. “Bored, bored, bored.”
Narcissa doesn’t lower her book, but does peer at her sister over the top of it. Bella is sitting by the window, staring out at the black clouds and the crashing waves and tracing the tip of her wand down the paths of the raindrops. Her own book is abandoned – a thick tome on the Dark Arts loaned from Aunt Walburga – in favour of sending brooding glares out at the inclement weather.
Slowly, Narcissa lowers her book, marking her place with her finger. With her curls escaping from her loose bun and tumbling down the pale curve of her neck, her sister is as beautiful as she is distracted. She’s not normally one to set a book like Secrets of the Darkest Art aside; Bella reads textbooks for fun, not just to study for her NEWTs. She wants to be the greatest witch in the world: it’s the ambition that earned her a place in Slytherin.
To Narcissa, she already is that witch.
“The storm will pass, Bella,” she says.
Bellatrix glances at her. They are alone here. Andromeda deigned not to join them; preferring instead to hide in her room and pour over secret letters. Their grandparents, whose house this is, have their own lives to lead regardless of the girls’ presence. It’s supposed to be a holiday, and truthfully, Narcissa feels the same frustration as her sister: so far, it has been a terrible one. They are alone and imprisoned by the elements and their grandfather’s staunch refusal to join the Floo Network.
“But I’m bored, Cissa,” Bella whines. She sounds exactly like a child and – judging by the faint curl at the corner of her lip – she knows it.
“What do you want me to do about it?” Narcissa asks. In a way, whatever Bella wants, she’s already won. Even Wilde can’t hold her attention when Bella has decided that she wants to be at the centre of it.
“Entertain me, sister,” Bella replies in a imperious tone reminiscent of Aunt Cassiopeia. “It is your duty.”
Narcissa snorts, triggering a fit of giggles from Bella, and soon they are both laughing over nothing at all and the rain – for a time – is drowned out by their mirth. But it intrudes again, and Bella’s wild grin fades to her previous, dour expression, and Narcissa finds herself mourning its loss.
It might not be a duty, but keeping her sister entertained could well be a pleasure instead.
She marks her page and leaves The Importance of Being Earnest behind her on the chaise as she stands. “We could sing,” she says. Bella sneers and looks away. “Or dance. You refuse card games of any sort, and clearly the Dark Arts cannot hold you today. How do you propose I entertain you, sister?”
She jigs a step and twists into a pirouette that brings her to her sister’s side. Her skirts rustle as they settle once more, and she smoothes her hands over them self-consciously. The last time she danced was with cousin Regulus at his mother’s behest – one cannot learn without a partner, after all – and that was several years ago. For all her parents’ insistence that it was a necessary skill for her to learn, Hogwarts is short of balls and other opportunities for her to display her talents; as short, in fact, as their grandparents’ sea-side cottage.
Bellatrix is looking up at her. Narcissa isn’t sure she likes the speculative gleam in her sister’s eye as Bella looks her up and down – it feels too much like her sister is judging her for something – but she forces herself to remain still and confident under the scrutiny. Bella doesn’t like shy, shrinking people. She thinks them cowardly.
When Bella stands, Narcissa knows she’s won this round. For a moment, she’s not sure how to proceed with this information, but she’s never given the chance to voice her doubts. Bella’s hand presses into the small of her back and pulls her close; the fingers of her other hand lift Narcissa’s own, guiding her into the correct posture.
The thunder of the waves as they smash into the cliff gives them their tempo; the pattering of the rain is their music. Narcissa loses herself in her steps and her sister’s arms. She’s half-aware of her own laughter as Bella dips and twirls her. Truthfully, she’s more aware of Bella than herself. Bella’s smile and the gleam in her eyes; Bella’s long hair slipping loose and fanning out behind her; her red lipstick and the softness of crushed velvet beneath Narcissa’s fingers.
Bella’s kiss is sudden. It comes when she lifts Narcissa out of a dip and drags her close to her body with a grip like iron, but despite her surprise, Narcissa gasps more out of reflex than of shock. She kisses back, hungry for something she hadn’t known she wanted, and she tangles her fingers into Bella’s curls as the world spins around them.
Yes, she wants this. The thought that she shouldn’t barely crosses her mind. Bella is such an intrinsic part of her that the idea of having her sister as her lover brings nothing but desire now that the option is open to her. Incest is a sin she’ll let Bella carve onto her body as surely as she has her heart.
She half drags Bella to the chaise – giddy and delirious as she is, she refuses to fuck on the floor. Wilde is knocked to the floor in her eagerness, and she spreads her legs willingly as Bella pushes up her skirts.
There is no question of whether or not she is sure before Bella pulls her underwear aside and slips down between her thighs. Instead, there is a shared smile and the mutual knowledge that this will be the first of many times her sister has her this summer – and the first of many times over the years that will follow.
Bella is her world, and as her long, wicked tongue swipes over her clit for the first time, Narcissa’s world becomes one of pure pleasure.
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Date: 2015-05-27 08:58 am (UTC)From:This is exactly how I wanted it to be: playful, mutual, intimate ...
I love how you displayed their characters :) Your Bella always makes me smile ^^
The setting is beautiful, I can really imagine how they dance to the rain <3
"But it intrudes again, and Bella’s wild grin fades to her previous, dour expression, and Narcissa finds herself mourning its loss." Great sentence <3
"Incest is a sin she’ll let Bella carve onto her body as surely as she has her heart." Oooh, the devotion!!
"Bella is her world, and as her long, wicked tongue swipes over her clit for the first time, Narcissa’s world becomes one of pure pleasure." Perfect ending.
I enjoyed it very much and thank you thank you thank you!! :D
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Date: 2015-06-01 10:14 pm (UTC)From:I've been struggling over the meme prompts, to be honest, but something about the terrible weather we've been having over here lately made yours spring to mind and that's where this came from.