When She Landed In My Life
“I thought you were going to wear the green one,” Rabastan said from behind her, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. Why did he have to dress in here with her anyway? They had separate rooms for a reason. Well, she supposed she knew the answer to that. They were newly married and Rabastan had a very healthy appetite as far as desire, he wanted to watch her change. Rabastan was a handsome man, that she would give him, him and his brother both were very attractive. But that didn’t mean she terribly adored being watched like she was the prize of the hunt.
“Yes, you did,” she said, very little acknowledgement in her voice as she zipped up the back of the black dress she had just stepped into, feeling his gaze burning into her back as she dressed herself.
“You look quite fetching in the green one,” he commented, doing up the cuff of his other sleeve as he walked over to her slowly. She knew what he was up to, he had put on that voice. They had only been married for a few weeks and already she knew his tricks when he was trying to get her into bed, his ways of seduction. He would drop his voice a bit, as if he thought himself irresistible when he did so. He would come up behind her and kiss her neck, having picked up on the fact that she liked that on their very first night together. And then he would whisper in her ear while his arms wrapped around her waist. God he couldn’t get enough could he?
And just as she predicted, she felt her husband come up to stand behind her, though his finger tip ran up and down her spine. Jillian sighed softly as she looked up at him in the mirror, watching as he leaned down to press his lips to her shoulder. Rabastan was handsome, he was wealthy and he was pureblooded. So why wasn’t she more happy about this match? He hadn’t been cruel to her so far, not really. Yes he had an intense sexual appetite and he didn’t seem like much of one for actual conversation, but he wasn’t cruel. But there was something missing, something that made her feel almost bored. The sex was good but it wasn’t great, she wasn’t excited by it or by him, it wasn’t fun.
“We haven’t the time, husband,” she pointed out, reaching down onto her dresser to pick up one of her earrings and putting it on before reaching down for the other to do the same.
“We have a bit of time,” he reasoned, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looked at her in the mirror.
“No woman has ever been enticed by the idea of ‘a bit’,” she said, raising an eyebrow at his reflection. “Besides, you made an awfully big deal about seeing your brother again. We’ve been gone near a month. Do you really want to be in the middle of that when he shows up? Your hair will be a wreck,” she pointed out with a smirk.
“My hair? Wouldn’t it be your hair?” he asked.
Jillian couldn’t help laughing as she shook her head, turning her head to look at him properly instead of in the mirror. “How could my hair get messed up when you would be the one on the bottom?”
Rabastan raised a brow and slowly let go of her, shaking his head. “And what makes you think I would be on the bottom?” he asked, reaching up to hold her chin, as if trying to make a point.
Jillian rolled her eyes and reached out to wrap her hand swiftly around her husband’s throat, watching as he stiffened in shock. “Because I said so,” she growled lowly. She saw his eyes twinkle a bit, knowing Rabastan was quite keen on the fact that his wife was not the type of woman to simply lay there and take it. She liked to play as much as he did, liked to have her own way, to claw him bloody and cut off his airway should she feel so obliged.
“What ever did I do to deserve such a minx for a bride?” he drawled, his hand letting go of her chin to move back and hold the side of her neck.
Jillian smirked as she let go of his neck, her hand sliding down to his chest where she patted him a few times. “You had a rich father,” she said matter-of-factly before walking around him towards her closet so she might find a pair of shoes to go with her dress. Behind her, Rabastan rolled his eyes and licked his lips, reaching up to rub his throat before turning around to look at Jillian. She had just pulled out a pair of high heels to go with her dress, ones that made her a bit closer to her husband’s height even though she was only about five or so inches shorter than him.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he said, fixing his hair as he straightened his shirt.
“You’re lucky I’m pretty,” she corrected as she turned back to look at him. Right as Rabstan was about to say something their conversation was cut off by the sound of the front door, followed by the scurrying feet of a house elf. “That’ll be them,” Jillian said, clearly dreading this visit. It wasn’t that she had anything against Rodolphus or Bellatrix, but she wasn’t much of one for social gatherings where she was meant to play the dutiful wife. It got very old very quickly.
“Stop looking so morbid,” Rabastan said as he walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. “I’m sure you and Bellatrix will get along just fine.”
Jillian raised a brow at him, challenging almost. She had met Bellatrix in passing but had never done more than nod to her, they had never properly even said hello to one another. She knew Bellatrix was almost a decade older than her, and she knew she was gorgeous, but that was about all she knew. Her mind got stuck on the gorgeous part for a moment before she finally came back to herself. “Rab, no one gets along with Bellatrix. Your brother barely gets along with her from what I hear,” she pointed out.
“Yes well...think of it as a favor to your new husband?” he suggested.
She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” she said, mocking his earlier words, though when he smiled her job had been done. She didn’t love Rabastan and she didn’t want to, but the least they could do is tolerate one another. Jillian knew how to play a good game of manipulation when she had to, and if playing such a game on him to keep herself on his good side for a little bit of an easier life as Mrs LeStrange was what it took, then she would do it. She took his arm when he led her downstairs, deciding that if she had to deal with this today that he was going to completely excuse herself from the house to go see Severus tomorrow, some semblance of a good time would be owed to her for this.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs together they got there just in time to see the house elf leading Rodolphus and his wife through the doorway, a polite smile plastered on Jillian’s face as she and Rabastan stepped off the last step. “There you two are! I was beginning to think you had forgotten,” Rabastan said.
