Beta: the lovely brknhalo241
Warnings: Incest, slight underage (Narcissa is 17).
Word count: 842
Summary: She knows exactly how to take me to heaven.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. and Scholastic Inc., and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Written as surprise for scarletladyy, to cheer her up after a cold, as I know she loves femmeslash and Bellatrix/Narcissa is her OTP. Also written for speedpr0nz, using photo prompt 14 and loosely inspired by the "Fighting over books at the library" scenario prompt. This was my first femmeslash fic, I hope you like it.
I bite my lip, lazily turning over the thick page of a book I am not really paying any attention to. My mind wanders, carried by the loud sound of rain falling on the windowpane; the cool air that manages to get inside the house has me curled up on the sofa by the fireplace. I gasp when a sudden tug rips the book out of my hands and my eyes shoot up to find my elder sister’s dark, deep ones.
"A chick novel, Cissy?" Bellatrix asks closing the book and shaking her head disapprovingly. "You weren't really reading this, right?"
I wasn't, but I am not going to let her have the upper hand so easily, I think as my brows furrow and I get up. Bellatrix steps back. She has that mischievous grin that never fails to send shivers down my spine, as much as it irritates me.
"You may sneer, but give me that book back."
I don't sound as threatening as I wanted to and her grin becomes larger.
"Why would I?"
"Give me that book now, Bella."
This time she laughs, taking another step back and I follow her until she reaches the library desk. Bella lays the book on the wood surface then turns to me. Her intese gaze makes me step back a little.
"My little sister," she whispers. I have to control myself not to tremble when she reaches for my hair and takes a thin strand of blonde in her fingers just before she closes the distance between us and presses me against the heavy bookshelves. I fail miserably at this. "I always liked your fine features, your soft hair, you know this. You're so different from the family, it's so intriguing..."
I can feel her breath against the skin of my face - I can tell by my own heat that I am blushing - as she presses me harder against the wood.
"Scared, sister?" she whispers hoarsely, her eyes burning into mine.
"No" I say in a low voice.
I am not scared, and yet I am, I always am.
"Good." A genuine smile lights up Bella's face and she leans closer to me, planting feather-light kisses along my jaw line.
I grip the edge of the shelf when she lays one of her hands on my hip and catches my bottom lip between her teeth, biting gently at it and then sucking. I can feel I'm already wet, and she's just begun. I moan softly when she finally claims my mouth, sliding her tongue against mine possessively, the hand that was on my hip now holding one of my wrists while the other rests on my chest.
Bellatrix pulls back so we can catch our breath. I keep my eyes locked with hers, the intensity in them making me a little dizzy. She licks her swollen lips and starts to undo the buttons on my dress, one by one, slowly, until she can take one of my small breasts in her hand, caressing it. She pinches my nipple softly and I have to refrain from moaning louder.
"Easy, sister," she breathes into my ear and I shiver in anticipation.
"Someone might come in."
"They won't." She speaks as if she doesn't care. At this moment, neither do I. She nibbles at my ear as her hand lets go of my breast, travelling down my flat belly. I arch up to her touch, my flesh getting goosebumps, my mouth open in a quiet moan.
She resumes her task of undoing my dress and suddenly I feel her reaching inside my knickers, teasing me before she slides two fingers inside my body as the heel of her hand massages that small knot of nerves that has my senses reeling and my body trembling with need and desire. A cry escapes me before I can stop myself. She knows how to take me to heaven like I doubt any man, even Lucius, would be able to.
"Don't," she warns me and I bite my lip trying not to cry out again.
"Bella." I'm moaning shamelessly now and I really don't care. I only care about what she - what my own sister - is doing to me. She's massaging my insides, making me see stars. I don't even care enough to feel dirty for liking it, for craving it like I do now. I don't care enough to complain that I am almost crushed against the bookshelves.
"Yes, say my name, little sister." She's kissing my neck now and I tilt my head back to give her more room.
"Bella, please" I moan as I come, my muscles tightening around her fingers and my whole body trembling uncontrollably. I collapse against her, grateful because she holds me so carefully. I rest my forehead against her shoulder, panting, my eyes fluttering closed as she pets my hair with a gentleness that anyone else would be shocked to see. I find myself smiling because that gentleness is saved for me alone. It's just for me.