If Rodolphus believed in some kind of god or higher power, he would have thanked them immensely for Bellatrix’s presence. Her dark hair, her sharp features, her glowing eyes, her lips …fuck, her lips. How could he have left without holding her so tight his nails left marks on her back as a reminder that he had been there? A reminder that he wanted her to be his. But, no, he was stupid. Rodolphus didn’t ever admit his lack of intelligence but in that moment, looking at her, he had made a mistake not saying he would be gone but would come back to her. Bellatrix wasn’t sentimental. At least not compared to other women Rodolphus had encountered but he found himself oddly wishing he had said something.
Their bodies had been entangled, their minds enmeshed — surely she felt some pull to him as he did her. He couldn’t be alone in this yet he wanted to beg for forgiveness. Bellatrix had sunk her claws into his tough skin. He hoped he had done the same. He hoped they would destroy the world together and rebuild it the way it should be. He hoped she would be the one by his side looking over the hills at fire burning mudbloods alive. He hoped she would be there to torture alongside him. He even had a small hope it in the back of his mind that one day they may love each other.
Love?
Saying Corvus would be disappointed in his golden child having that word in his mind would be an understatement.
Rodolphus would never fall short in his Death Eater responsibilities, but he knew Bellatrix wouldn’t either.
They were a dangerous pair.
Surely Corvus could appreciate the chaos they could cause together.
…probably not.
Rodolphus hated these feelings but looking at her, he couldn’t resist. If anyone were his fantasy it was Bellatrix and he had looked over her for so long. So. Long; something else he wanted to beg forgiveness for. Instead he gazed at her, his shoulders and contours of his face completely relaxed. His thumb came up to her lips after she spoke. “I was remiss to leave without this mouth on mine.” Rodolphus leaned in and touched his forehead to hers. “Please forgive the long absence.”
Her jaw tensed slightly as Rodolphus brought his thumb to her lips, but she didn’t move away when he leaned forwards to rest his forehead against her own. She couldn’t bring herself to do that. And yet she was not about to simply accept things as so many women in their society were inclined to do. No, not inclined, expected. It was considered proper for the women to sit around and wait for the men to come back from wherever they went, doing whatever or whoever they desired. Bellatrix had never really cared for meeting that particular expectation of society, though. She may be as graceful and dignified as any other woman, perhaps even more so given her blood and upbringing, and yet in that respect she was vastly different.
Of course she realised that Rodolphus was not hers, and thus he really hadn’t needed to tell her that he was going. Yet that desire that had flared up in the alley that night was stirring once more, calmer than the roaring fire it had been but still very much present. Perhaps he wasn’t hers, but she wanted him to be.
That notion in itself took her aback, for never had Bellatrix found herself truly wanting a man. Oh she’d had her share of casual relations over the years, she did have needs after all, but this was a different kind of desire. Yes, she wanted him in that way, but it was more than that.
“Perhaps if you’d bothered to tell me you were leaving, you wouldn’t have had to go without,” she muttered, her tone quiet given their close proximity, but still firm. As tempting as it was to just give into the desire, she was still Bellatrix Black, and as such she wasn’t going to give in that easy. “Nor would you have to apologise for having been gone.”
