What Bella Wants. . . .

Bellatrix knew exactly what she wanted, and always managed to obtain it – no matter the obstacles in her way. She wanted Lucius tonight, and Lucius she would have – damn her sister to hell if she stood in the way – and Bella would be more than happy to help her find her way there.

Bella had her eyes locked on Lucius the moment she stepped through the doorway of the Malfoy Manor. She made her way to where both he and Narcissa stood, ignoring everyone else, and managing to brush against his arm in the most suggestive way possible before positioning herself directly between the two of them.

“Narcissa, perhaps you could get us both something to drink?” Bella smirked at her sister, and wrapped her arm through Lucius', resting her hand ever so casually on top of his.

Narcissa immediately pursed her lips and sent her sister a warning glare, but Bella ignored it and focused her attention on her desire of the moment. She began to whisper in to Lucius' ear; suggestive things that made his lips curl up into a rather wicked, and fetching, smile. After a moment she seemed to notice her sister was still standing there. She smiled at Narcissa then, a smile that never came close to touching her eyes, and with her free hand pointed towards the opposite side of the room.

“Those drinks aren't going to fetch themselves, dear sister. I do believe Lucius is going to personally escort me on a tour of the gardens of his lovely home. I'm sure there are enough people at this most lovely party to keep you company until we return. To drinks waiting for us, of course.”

Narcissa read the warning of refusal clearly hat both her sisters smile and tone suggested, so she excused herself, partially content in the knowledge that once Bella was done with him, she'd probably never want him again. Probably.

“And now, the walk.” It was a statement, not a question, and she began to lead Lucius in the opposite direction her sister had gone to a staircase in another room that was clearly visible through a doorway.

“Not going to the gardens?” Lucius arched one eyebrow and smiled again, noticing – not for the first time, either – how different the two sisters were in contrast to one another.

“Take me to a bedroom, Lucius. Now.”

Lucius was very willing to accommodate Bella, and in a flash had them up the stairs and in a bedroom. Lucius pulled out his wand to illuminate the room, but Bella stilled his hand. “Just pull the curtains back. I like the night. I love the darkness.”

Lucius pointed his wand at the curtains and then with one small flick they were opened, illuminating the room in a hazy, almost bluish glow, from the moon that shone down from the perfect black night sky.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Lucius realized he had been gazing out the window, and Bella's voice had startled him, so he turned to look at her.

“Yes, it is.” At that moment Lucius could hardly believe Bellatrix and Narcissa were related. There Bella stood, naked and awaiting him. Her dark hair shining in the moonlight, long legs that were pale and looked so smooth and he suddenly couldn't wait to have them wrapped around him. Where Narcissa was soft, Bella was hard and chiseled, like some marble statue – her cheek bones chiseled and defined, her hands and fingers that looked as though they could drive a man to do things he wouldn't normally do.

Lucius stood like that for a minute, just looking at her, until Bella cleared her throat and tilted her head slightly, an amused grin appearing slowly on her face as she began to speak. “Do you want me?”

“Yes. Yes, I want you.” Lucius began to get undressed, slowly, unwilling to unlock his eyes from Bella's while he did so. When he was finally nude he walked the few steps to her, and looked into her eyes for a brief instant before pressing his lips softly to her own.

Bella wasn't happy with that, however. She slipped her tongue into his mouth forcefully, grasping his hair in her hands and pulling him as close as he could get. She began to walk backwards toward the bed, never loosening her hands from his hair, and never stopping the intensity of the kiss until she felt the back of her legs hit the mattress. With a small gasp she released Lucius from the kiss and tilted her head towards the bed.

“Lay down.”

Lucius did just that, and Bella got on the bed as well, kneeling between his legs and taking just the head of his cock in her mouth, teasing it gently with her tongue. He moaned softly, and this seemed to be all the encouragement Bella needed. She swallowed his cock completely then, sliding her mouth up and down slowly, her tongue slipping its own path up and down his shaft.

Lucius arched off the bed, threading his fingers in her long tresses as she brought him almost to the brink of an orgasm. . .and then stopped. With a wicked grin as Lucius loosened his fingers from her hair almost reluctantly, she lifted her head up and looked at him, licking her lips and positioning herself so she was directly above his now throbbing cock. With a wicked laugh that excited Lucius almost as much as her lips had, she took all of him inside of her, and began to ride him frantically.

His hands gripped her hips hard, and he thrust into her with just as much passion as she was exhibiting, not wanting to let go until he felt her begin to orgasm. He didn't know why it meant so much, to wait – he never did with Narcissa – but it mattered with Bella.

Her orgasm ripped through her, making Lucius lose what little control he had and join her orgasm with his own, clutching her hips hard enough that there would be bruises the next day – bruises that Bella would wear with pride. She collapsed in a heap on top of him, and laughed as he began to softly kiss her neck and cheek.

“None of that, now. That's what Narcissa is there for.” Bella smirked at Lucius, her lips drawing back almost in a snarl as she snickered softly at the thought of Narcissa with this absolutely delicious man.

Bella slowly pulled herself of his now softening cock, and stood up next to the bed. With a practiced grace she bent and retrieved her wand from inside the folds of her dress, and with a small, expert movement, cleaned herself up. Lucius took his cue, and stood as well, searching through his rather haphazardly dropped clothing for his wand before he cleaned himself of as well.

They both dressed in silence, and Lucius found himself unable – or unwilling – to stop looking at Bella. The moonlight was fainter now, half hidden behind a cloud, but it still made her ebony black hair shine in the darkness. After they were dressed, Bella kissed him once more – a deep, lingering kiss which made Lucius think that he'd taste nothing but Bella for the rest of the night, perhaps longer. She walked to the door and began to open it, and with her hand poised on the doorknob turned her head just slightly so that Lucius could see the profile of her face, shadowed and wicked looking and even more desirable than it had been before, if that was possible.

“Next time, we'll have to ask Rodolphus to join us.” And with those word she walked out the door and away into the night, leaving Lucius to think what he would.