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Bellatrix Victrola Black 18 | slytherin | pureblood "Someone should have told them that war isn't a game." - George R. R. Martin

[faye-chamberlain]

"Sudden moves make me jumpy and homicidal."

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

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[bellablck]

She recognized that there wasn't much she could do, but it didn't seem like he needed any help. Her hands fell from resting on his arms, grasping the edges of the desk as the silence filled itself with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. A voice in the back of her mind reminded her it was wrong to be here, and with him of all people, but the voice was drowned out under the sound of the moan that drew itself from her throat. Her head rested back against the desk, eyelids falling closed as her knuckles turned white from gripping the wood.

[shockingrocks]

[rocknrollercoaster]

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[bellablck]

I came to get hurt. Might as well do your worst to me.

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

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[bellablck]

Bella gasped loudly, her body tensing slightly at his sudden movement. His touch over her breasts, the steady rhythm as he moved inside her eased her. She bit her lip, stifling a moan. Each second, each touch was new. Her hands roved up over his chest, coming to rest on his neck. She pulled him closer, kissing him again before she laid back against the desk, her hps bucking up toward his.

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

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[bellablck]

Her fingers slipped under the waistline of his boxers, long legs wrapping around him. It didn't escape her mind that Brennan's fingers were trailing over the tattoo that only Rodolphus had ever seen. But instead of racking her with guilt, she felt the electricity from his touch, surging through her. She hoped he'd be angry, she hoped he lost his fucking mind. Bella kissed Brennan again, thoughts of war and race lines and all the other meaningless mess far away. She reached behind her back, her lips never leaving his as she unclasped her bra, tossing it to the floor alongside the rest of her clothing.

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[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

He didn’t really have much time to question anything. He wanted to, but resisted. He walked along with her as she pulled him along, stopping once they’d arrived in the classroom. “Is that s—” He was cut off as her lips crashed against his once more, but this time he was ready. He eagerly, fervently returned her kiss, picking her up and sitting her on a desk. He pulled away momentarily to pull off his shirt, offering a sly smirk. “You’re not gonna cut me off this time, are you?”

[bellablck]

"I thought you liked to forgive and forget, love," she said, her heart pounding in her chest, echoing in her ears. She pulled her own shirt over her head, her eyes traveling over his body. Her hands traced over his chest and arms, taking in the designs displayed over his skin. "We're not really all that different, you know. Most of it is circumstantial," she said absentmindedly, her fingers tracing over the skull tattooed on his skin, an image that reminded her, briefly, of her commitments. She blinked away the momentary lapse, her brown eyes flashing up to meet his. "Your move, Rivenburgh."

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

Brennan was taken by surprise when she kissed him. It took him a moment to realize it was even happening but despite the fact that it was completely wrong he kissed back, his hands moving to her waist as he did so.

[bellablck]

His hands on her waist brought forth a dozen crashing waves of buried longing, a forbidden lust that she'd ignored for quite some time presenting itself at long last. She turned her head, looking around. Bella took his hand, pulling him along behind her. She pushed through the door to the classroom, closing it behind them and turning the lock before she turned back to him. "Actually, Brennan," she said, "I think we could both use a pick me up." Her eyes roved over him for a moment before she pulled him toward herself, back pressing against the door and her mind fogged with him.

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

Yeah? Do tell.

[bellablck]

Bella turned toward him, facing him fully. She took a slow step towards him, cupping his face in one hand. She took the fact that he didn't immediately draw away from her as a good sign, pressing her lips to his before good sense could stop her.

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

Everything really. My grades are slipping, love life’s failing. I guess I just need a pick-me-up.

[bellablck]

I think I know something that could help you.

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

In a word? Frustrated.

[bellablck]

And why is that? Perhaps I can sympathize.

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

Yeah. Yeah, we’re fine.

[bellablck]

And how about you, love. How have you been?

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

Why do you say that?

[bellablck]

It's been a rough week. I'm not here to bore you with my sob story, Bren. I just wanted to make sure that, you know.. that we were okay.

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

[Crosses his arms over his chest] Well…no. I’m a forgive and forget kind of person.

[bellablck]

Good. It seems I could use a friend or two these days.

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

…You too, Bellatrix.

[bellablck]

You aren't still mad at me, I hope?

[brennan-rivenburgh-deactivated2]

You’re telling me.

[bellablck]

Rivenburgh. Long time, no see.