“There-“ Lorcan warned Narcissa, an absent-minded courtesy, before he was striding forward.
Ba-da-dum. Ba-da-dum. Mid-step, and finally-
Bellatrix collided with his chest, his open arms wrapping around her. Laughing, he drew her upwards and span her once, twice, thrice, before she was beating his back to be put down.
”Laurie,” she greeted breathlessly. Her untameable curls were more unruffled than usual - a feat, really. They scattered over her face and he tucked them behind her ear. Nothing could have stopped him from leaning closer, from observing for himself again her grey gaze. Shades muddled; a dangerous darkness lurked beneath the grey surface; the black taint was a darling imperfection.
”Yes, скъпа?” Lorcan felt the rough texture of her skin beneath his fingers. Here. Real. Bella was here, and Bella was, underneath his touch, real. Not the apparition that haunted him around the dull England whilst she was abroad; although, he didn’t doubt she had something to do with how the shadows always seemed to be watching. Bloody wonderful witch.
Bellatrix tapped her sharp nails against his biceps. “Ahem.”
”Hello, Bella,” Lorcan conceded to her name. He was a man of affection, however, no shame to be had. “Bellaboo, my tricky Trixie,” he bent so his nose brushed hers, grin flashing his canines gleefully.
Her hand reached to muffle him, almost puncturing his eye in the process. He didn’t care, nuzzling closer as it placed him in close proximity to her wrist. Inhaling a lung full of her scent, groaning. Suddenly, he was famished.
”You don’t know how much I’ve missed the taste of you, my muse,” he husked into her palm, mouth dry.
Bellatrix pushed her hand firmer over him, teasing woman that she was. He couldn’t drink, not here, not now. He shouldn’t, Lorcan reiterated to himself. Bad idea. No go.
Narcissa evidently agreed, unfortunately. Catching up to their display, she cleared her throat, “Bella, you’d think you were an only child. I don’t want to be privy to… this.” She sneered at Lorcan.
Reluctantly, he released Bella from his grasp, smile turning cold as he watched Narcissa. Screw judgy sister-in-laws, only tolerable with enough wine in her veins she forgets her distaste for his vampire blood. And, admittedly, alright when helping pick out suitable bouquets.
Sparks of the wildfire that was his love soothed his grimace, however, when Bella mouthed a dark promise over her sister’s shoulder.
’Soon.’