-He took the liberty of pulling her off the couch, his hand wrapping around hers without a thought. When he had realized what he had done, he let his fingers slip from hers, turning his face away.- I was thinking we’d go for a walk. Although you are free to do as you please with my socks. -He said quietly, eyeing her from the corner of his eye.- Remember when we were actually fascinated by the Hogwarts grounds? Sneaking out as soon as curfew hit? -He recalled with a hint of stabbing nostalgia.-
-Taken aback entirely by his request, even more so by the lingering of his hand, she is caught off guard, the shock showing on her face. Her green eyes widen, and her intake of breath is sharp, but quiet. Bella swallows the lump in her throat, and with purpose, takes his hand, interlocking their fingers for a brief moment.- If I recall correctly, you almost broke Mrs. Norris’ neck when we were sneaking back into the castle in….fourth year — or was it fifth? — and I almost pissed myself at the look on Filch’s face. -Her mouth quirked in the makings of a smile, laughter bubbling in her chest.- But c’mon, slow poke, I could do with the fresh air. -She tugs him towards the door, their hands still loosely intertwined.-
-He forces himself to simmer, as difficult as it is in her company. There was nothing wrong with being civil for an entire evening, surely. He leaned in, a smile matching his shift in mood.- Well that’s good to here. You know my policy on associating with lions; let alone shagging them. -His hand drifted to rest on her thigh, as he looked around the common room questioningly.- Want to get out of here? The dungeons are getting a tad stifling. -He asked with a nod to the common room exit.-
-His offer hardly comes as a surprise to her, considering that the sole basis of their current relationship is the delicate tethering of a grinding, writhing shag every once in a while. However, she finds herself compromised; sex seems so…routine. And Bellatrix rejects norms and repetition on the sole basis that they are norms and repetitious. But, regardless, Rodolphus has always been a master of coaxing her into games that she does not wish to play.- And what would you propose we do, Rodolphus? -Her voice is laced with teasing innocence, one brow raising in a challenge, her lips pursing in a small smirk.- Count your sock drawer?
-His brow quirks in slight surprise as she assures him that she has in fact purchased a gift him. He had to admit that he had thought her selfish nature may have prevailed, in during the holiday season. But he should have known better. Shrugging, he exuded an unimpressed appearance.- You are the one who actually enjoys the bloody event. I’m surprised you haven’t started following the lions and dawning red on a daily basis for the occasion. -He said with a slight bitter tone.-
-She’s slightly hurt by his indifference — feigned or otherwise — but then again, she’s slightly hurt by a lot of things. She doesn’t know what reaction she expected from him, and therefore, swallows her ill feeling with ease. She gave a shrug, lounging once more, stretching like a cat without regard for the space Rodolphus took up.- Christmas cheer is not a trait solely reserved for the idiotically audacious, Rod. Just because I like being showered in presents doesn’t mean I’m changing the green and silver on my robes to red and gold.
-He doesn’t say a word as she slips on top of him, his body stiffening in response. He makes no movement though, only eyeing with her appreciation. His hands twitched to lay on her hips, but he resisted the temptation. The only reaction he gave was the small groan which lingered in his throat as she darted off, just as quickly as she came.- I’d rather prefer if you proved my gift worthy. What exactly have you gotten me, dearest Bellatrix? That is the question.
-She likes the way she unwinds men, makes them crumble at her feet, but most of all, likes the way she unwinds him. Her face remains impassive at his question, however, expression bordering on indifference. She cocks her head to the side and tuts her lips together, crossing her arms across her chest.- You’d hardly want me to ruin the surprise now, would you? All you need to know is that it’s sitting in the recesses of Black Manor, wrapped and paid for. I even wrote you a card. So, Rodolphus, who’s the slacker out of the two of us, hmmmm?
-He reaches for the cigarette pack nestled safely in the pocket of his trousers, shaking out a fresh one and quickly lighting it again, ignoring her brash extinguishing.- And what if I already have? -He said ominously, his words muffled by the cigarette. Taking it from his mouth, he exhaled slowly, eyeing her with amusement.- And what if it was far more than a few galleons, Bells? -He added with a smirk, leaning back into the couch, his leg crossing over his knee.-
-Intrigue and surprise take hold of her, and she perks up at once, shifting herself to snake into his lap, eyebrows raising. A strange emotion that she hardly wishes to define comes over her, but she ignores it rather than qualifying it. She slips in closer, her lips grazing across his ear as she taunts in a soft whisper.- I don’t believe you. -She pulls away as quickly as she darted in, sliding back into her original position, eyebrows raised.- Prove it, Mr. Silver Tongue and Charm.
-He gives her a sidelong glance as his cigarette disappears into her skilled fingers. Without a word, he follows course, pushing her long legs off of his lap.- See, I thought perhaps you would think of it that way. Which is why I’ve decided to instill a new regiment in this relationship. Shagging only on rare occasions, designated by none other than myself. -He said with a charming as ever smile, motioning with his hand between the two of them.- So that way, whenever there is a major holiday, you get the gift that keeps on giving. Do feel free to compliment my genius at any time.
-She lets out a disgruntled yelp as her legs are shoved unceremoniously from their perch, her expression going sour. Snuffing out his cigarette on the table next to the couch, leaving a scorch mark in the wood, she scowls in annoyance at his proposition.- I don’t think you’ve thought through the repercussions of this little plan of yours. Imagine the withdrawal symptoms that you’d go through; our sex life is more like an addiction, if you ask me. Dizziness, nausea, fever, vomiting, all within the first week. No, I think you should get off your lazy arse and spend a few galleons on your favorite Black, lest you be labeled a Scrouge for all eternity.
-He sits comfortably on one of the many evergreen colored couches littered across the dungeon common room. A cigarette burns at his lips, matching the roaring fire flickering before his eyes. The ennui filling the room begins to weigh on him and he debates whether finding entertainment elsewhere would be more to his liking. But just like that, his entertainment for the evening waltzes in, splaying herself on top of him, comfortably setting herself on the couch. He smirks at her comment.- Of course, Miss Black. Do you think so lowly of me, to believe otherwise? Although I should mention the gift will come rather wrinkled, seeing as your legs seem to be on top it.
-She gives a dramatic scoff of indignation, her lips frowning into a pout. The witty banter that snaps between the two of them like a quaffle passing hands has always been her favorite part of their conversations. No one else can keep her on her toes like he does, and no one else can keep up as well as he does. Snatching the cigarette out of his hands, she takes a long drag on it herself, lifting a singular, perfectly shaped brow.- Rodolphus, your cock isn’t exactly a gift from Father Christmas. Feeding my materialistic desires rather than my sexual ones is a far greater priority at this time of the year. After all, I can have that present whenever I wish, so it’s hardly anything special, is it not?
-Lazy and languid, like a cat having rested in the sun for far too long, she slinks into the common room. Boredom has taken hold of her, and restlessness has steeped itself in her bones. She glances around, looking for company that she might genuinely enjoy; after all, the list of people that she’d gladly give up her time for is extremely brief. Her glacial expression does not melt until she catches sight of Rodolphus sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. A playful smirk toys at her lips, and she sashays forward, slipping down next to him and resting her long legs in his lap.- You better have bought my Christmas present already.
Sad - Maroon 5
Man, it’s been a long night
Just sitting here, trying not to look back
Still looking at the road we never drove on
And wondering if the one I chose was the right one
Oh, but I’m scared to death
That there may not be another one like this
And I confess that I’m only holding on by a thin thin thread