Dark

In the dark, Narcissa feels Bellatrix's hands roam her body.

She enjoys Bellatrix touching her, caressing her, feeling her.

She doesn't protest, doesn't try to stop it.

The pleasurable pain is a welcome distraction from her own ache.

Bellatrix knows what she's doing, that wonderful witch in her bed, that sister whose touch she craved more than she ever knew it was possible to crave. The one who knew all her weak spots.

She screams silently, weakly as Bellatrix pleasures her with her fingers, then both hands, then her mouth.

Narcissa will always enjoy being in the dark with Bellatrix, being pleasured by her sister.