DRABBLE: That Which We Call a Name (Bellatrix/Voldemort)

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Title: That Which We Call a Name
Pairing: Bellatrix/Voldemort
Prompt: What’s his name?
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 304
Summary: One wrong word can ruin a moment.
Link to Prompt Table: http://gamma-x-orionis.livejournal.com/9118.html

The Dark Lord is on top of her, and she is in heaven.

His fingers, strong and cool on her flesh, scratch her pale skin, his nails dig into her breasts and his teeth scrape at the skin of her throat, all as he thrusts smoothly, steadily, in and out of her. 

Bellatrix has her own hands knotted in the sheets, knowing all too well that he is in no mood to be touched.  She can tell by the way he moves, and the way he does not meet her eyes, that the sex between them is, to him, nothing more than a means for him by which to relieve stress and anger without having to show such weakness to anyone else.  Bellatrix knows this, but she doesn’t care, because she is happy with knowing that the Dark Lord considers her to be good enough for him.

She arches against him, gasping and feeling her body tighten as he brushes against a particularly sensitive spot inside her.  “M- mmm…”

He ignores her, but she is too far gone to care, losing herself in a fantasy world where she means everything to him.  That speeds her to her climax, and she cries out as stars burst in front of her eyes and her body trembles with ecstasy.

“Tom!”

By the time she realizes the word has left her lips, it is far too late to take it back. The Dark Lord has pulled away from her, looking at her with scorn and disgust.

“Oh…”  She sat up quickly, gasping for air.  “My Lord- forgive me–”

He says nothing, turns away from her, and Bellatrix feels her throat constrict with emotion.  “My Lord, I did not mean to–”

“I know,” he told her, no hint of feeling at all in his voice.  “Get out.”