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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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6,651
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4
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I Don't Even Know
Bellatrix yawned and looked over at the sleeping figure next to her. Another yawn escaped her mouth, and she reached an exquisitely manicured hand to gently shake the sleeping woman beside her. Bella frowned when the shaking didn't wake the woman right away, eyes flashing in a momentary burst of anger which was quickly quelled when after a minute, and two more gentle shakes, the sleeping figure blinked open her eyes and smiled sleepily at Bellatrix.
“G'morning.” Nymphadora rubbed her eyes and grinned at Bellatrix, who still had a trace of a frown on her lovely face.
“Good morning,” Bellatrix frowned again, trying to show her displeasure that Tonks didn't immediately wake up when Bella shook her.
“Bella, come kiss me good morning.” Nymphadora laughed and held her arms open to her aunt – changing quickly to become the mirror image of Bellatrix.
“I hate that.” Bella's frown became a smile, however, and she bent forward and gently kissed Tonks forehead. Tonks laughed and became herself again, and reached her hand up and threaded her fingers in her aunts hair, pulling her closer for a proper kiss. Deep and languid, tongues dancing with each other as Bella deepened the kiss even more, wrapping her arms around her niece while she rolled over until Tonks was on top of her.
Tonks broke the kiss briefly and pulled up just enough to speak. “What is today, anyway?”
Bellatrix shrugged and put her mouth to Tonks ear to answer, her words punctuated by a tongue that teased Tonks' earlobe. “It is a day. Does it matter what day?”
Bella's fingers teased at Tonk's center, and she laughed quietly when the other girl shook her head no in answer to her question. With expertise from years of practice, she pulled her niece up, so Tonks was straddling Bella's chest. Then Bella's tongue darted out, and her hands clasped Tonk's arse pulling her even closer until Bella's mouth was clasped on the younger girls cunt – licking and teasing and sucking at the nub until Tonk's writhed in pleasure, her hands locked in whatever she could grab on to – the sheets, Bella's hair, her own body. Moans came faster and faster, until suddenly her whole body shook and a flood of sweet wetness entered Bella's mouth. Tonks almost fell backwards but Bella's firm grip on her arse made sure Tonks stayed upright until every last drop of her fluids were lapped up. Only then did Bella let her fall backwards on to her legs with a satisfied sigh.
With a throaty laugh, Bellatrix slipped to one side, leaving Tonk's next to her with her head at the opposite end. “Does it matter what day it is?”
Tonks laughter joined her aunt's and she shook her head and ran her finger up and down Bella's leg as she spoke. “No, I suppose it doesn't really matter what day it is, as long as I'm with you.”
The light in the room went out suddenly, and with a start Bella sat up, eyes darting around the room, hand searching immediately for the girl beside her. Finding nothing with her hand but sheet and coarse blanket she called out loudly, almost ashamed for how much her voice trembled as she spoke. “Nymphadora? Where are you?”
Then she realized it had all been a dream – again. She wasn't in a big bed with silken sheets. She could no longer taste Nymphadora on her lips. She was alone, in this dark cell with the madness that crept in more day after day. The dream was beginning to fade already, and the only thing she could remember was it didn't matter what day it was. It never mattered. Not here.
“G'morning.” Nymphadora rubbed her eyes and grinned at Bellatrix, who still had a trace of a frown on her lovely face.
“Good morning,” Bellatrix frowned again, trying to show her displeasure that Tonks didn't immediately wake up when Bella shook her.
“Bella, come kiss me good morning.” Nymphadora laughed and held her arms open to her aunt – changing quickly to become the mirror image of Bellatrix.
“I hate that.” Bella's frown became a smile, however, and she bent forward and gently kissed Tonks forehead. Tonks laughed and became herself again, and reached her hand up and threaded her fingers in her aunts hair, pulling her closer for a proper kiss. Deep and languid, tongues dancing with each other as Bella deepened the kiss even more, wrapping her arms around her niece while she rolled over until Tonks was on top of her.
Tonks broke the kiss briefly and pulled up just enough to speak. “What is today, anyway?”
Bellatrix shrugged and put her mouth to Tonks ear to answer, her words punctuated by a tongue that teased Tonks' earlobe. “It is a day. Does it matter what day?”
Bella's fingers teased at Tonk's center, and she laughed quietly when the other girl shook her head no in answer to her question. With expertise from years of practice, she pulled her niece up, so Tonks was straddling Bella's chest. Then Bella's tongue darted out, and her hands clasped Tonk's arse pulling her even closer until Bella's mouth was clasped on the younger girls cunt – licking and teasing and sucking at the nub until Tonk's writhed in pleasure, her hands locked in whatever she could grab on to – the sheets, Bella's hair, her own body. Moans came faster and faster, until suddenly her whole body shook and a flood of sweet wetness entered Bella's mouth. Tonks almost fell backwards but Bella's firm grip on her arse made sure Tonks stayed upright until every last drop of her fluids were lapped up. Only then did Bella let her fall backwards on to her legs with a satisfied sigh.
With a throaty laugh, Bellatrix slipped to one side, leaving Tonk's next to her with her head at the opposite end. “Does it matter what day it is?”
Tonks laughter joined her aunt's and she shook her head and ran her finger up and down Bella's leg as she spoke. “No, I suppose it doesn't really matter what day it is, as long as I'm with you.”
The light in the room went out suddenly, and with a start Bella sat up, eyes darting around the room, hand searching immediately for the girl beside her. Finding nothing with her hand but sheet and coarse blanket she called out loudly, almost ashamed for how much her voice trembled as she spoke. “Nymphadora? Where are you?”
Then she realized it had all been a dream – again. She wasn't in a big bed with silken sheets. She could no longer taste Nymphadora on her lips. She was alone, in this dark cell with the madness that crept in more day after day. The dream was beginning to fade already, and the only thing she could remember was it didn't matter what day it was. It never mattered. Not here.