In the Closet

Black and Blonde

"Hey Black!"

"Hey Blonde!"

Bellatrix Black greeted her boyfriend. They met at this place on purpose. They wanted to try out a new place for their lovemaking. Every time the Prefect's Bathroom or the Astronomy Tower was such a bore. Unless you counted the risk of getting caught by the caretaker, or Peeves for that matter.

Her boyfriend wasn't called Blonde. He just had blonde hair, and it had become her nickname for him. How was she otherwise going to call him? Lucy?

Bella shuddered at the very idea. He would kill her if she ever attempted to call him that. She liked the Dark aura that was all around him. She also knew that he fancied her sister and her sister fancied him. But well, she wasn't done with him yet. Narcissa could always have him later.

"Alohomora!" Bellatrix had opened the closet.

His hands were all over her in a second. He may not be her first choice, but he sure was a good lover.

"Hmmm..." Bellatrix moaned as her boyfriend stroked her. He nibbled on her earlobe, than leaving a wet trail behind as his mouth traveled to her mouth, her neck and finally to her nipples. Her moans became louder as his mouth traveled further.

His hands were very experienced and the had already explored her whole back and they even found time to undress her... Skilled, but she hadn't expected otherwise from a Quidditch player like him. He played Seeker on the Slytherin team. He was also the team captain. Maybe that was why every Slytherin adored him. Maybe that was why he was so experienced in seeking and finding her hidden places, making her experience unknown heights.

She stroked his hair. Carefully, she didn't want to mess up the hair. He hated to have his hair messed up. You would think he thought his long blonde hair was sacred or something. She only wanted him for the pleasure that he gave her. It was not like she was in love with him! A Slytherin really loving someone was a rare situation. Although her sister really seemed to love him... oh well!

Bellatrix proved to be just as skilled as her lover. She too had undressed him. Quite a task when her lover was providing such a sweet torture to her breasts. Massaging them; licking her nipples.

"Now!" she moaned.

He entered her. Another moan. He actually moaned. He had never done that before... It was always Bella that moaned. But they were closer now than ever before. It was going to be their last time together... And MAN this felt good, but not quite good enough. There was always Rodolphus Lestrange. Rod wanted her... Why shouldn't she give him what he wanted? Hopefully Rod would be just as skillful as this man!

Bella had already reached ecstasy twice when her lover finally ejaculated. His back arched in a characteristic way; his long blonde hair falling as a wave over his back.

Panting he left her body and got dressed. He never had heard of afterplay if something like that existed.

When she too was dressed, Bella kissed him.

"It was good, as always! But you need to get with Narcissa!" Bellatrix said.

"I will!" he answered.

"Goodbye Lucius!" Bellatrix said looking after her lover...