Narcissa’s gaze fell downcast in defeat, and Bellatrix knew she was winning whatever fucked up game this was as she ran her hands down Narcissa’s arms, eradicating the space between them. The blonde could feel Bellatrix’s breath on her skin and Narcissa closed her eyes, trying to sort out whether this was real or just another calculated deception in order to punish her for Cassandra.
“You’re lying,” Narcissa decided, but her voice was strained as though she were afraid to even accuse her of such a thing, because if she wasn’t then she might be ruining their chance at reconciliation.
“Maybe,” Bellatrix breathed, her lips momentarily dusking the expanse of her sister’s jaw, causing Narcissa to exhale a hard breath as she felt her resolve weakening. “Or maybe I’m just resigned to the fucked up reality that it will never matter what you do to me, because I’ll always come back to you.” She gently bumped her nose against Narcissa’s cheek, nudging her toward the abyss they both had always loved hanging onto the edge of, despite knowing that someday, one or both of them were going to fall. “…Which would you prefer?”
She didn’t even have to ask. Narcissa lost the will to fight as she turned toward her, connecting their lips in a searing, desperate kiss that caused Bellatrix to exhale a throaty chuckle once she had pulled away, knowing she had come out victorious.
“That’s what I thought.”
