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Harry Potter: Marauders Era: Bellatrix Black/Dorcas Meadowes
Title: Drop Your Wand
Completion: Completed.
X-posted: aff.net, greatestjournal.com
Words: 1386
Rating: R
Pairings: Bellatrix Black/Dorcas Meadowes
Summary: Bellatrix Black and Dorcas Meadowes get stuck in a tight space during a fight.
Author's Notes: Yet another fic inspired by the livejournal RP _levicorpus. Dorcas Meadowes and Bellatrix Black are mortal enemies there. This was obviously written about two years ago. Here's some fun facts: Christmas of last year alt_levi was made as an AU universe for _levi. Bella had gone good there after killing her parents and recently lives on The Black Ranch with her heterosexual friend, Dorcas, and Bella's adopted daughter Diamanta. This was done all after this fic was written and completely unintentionally.


“You can let go any day now.” It was the first words actually said since the two girls had tumbled into the secret passageway, though it could be better defined as a small walkway between two walls that could only properly fit one person.


Dark yet icy eyes glared into the Gryffindor’s brown eyes, their faces only inches apart. “But I was so enjoying holding your hand. Must I really let go?” The Slytherin female smirked as she pressed her chest hard against the other girl’s, attempting to push her back so she herself had more room.


They were in a very precarious position since they had been trying to wrestle each other’s wands away as they tumbled into the hidden location. Bellatrix held her wand in her left hand, but her wrist was being gripped by Dorcas’ hand while she herself was doing the same to the other hand. Trying to regain her small territory, Dorcas pushed back against Bellatrix, their chests already pressing together. Bellatrix refused to let her hands dropped, but slid her right leg up, propping it on one side of the Gryffindor as she leaned her head back. Sweat was starting to form a sheet of silver over her body and she licked her lips as she noticed Dorcas was suffering the same way. This could be good…


The smirk on Bellatrix’s face did nothing to make Dorcas feel more comfortable. What was she up to? The Slytherin lowered her leg to the ground again and pressed their bodies tightly together once more. Within seconds the ebony-haired girl was whispering in her ear. “Drop your wand.”


“Make me.” It was an utterly childish remark and she felt stupid as soon as she said it, but things had gone too far. The challenge was there and from the wide smile on the other girl’s face Dorcas could tell this would not end well.


Bellatrix pressed her body harder against her enemy’s, their bodies aligning too perfectly for Dorcas’ taste. “Drop your wand.” The Slytherin repeated as her hips ground against the Gryffindor’s. Dorcas glared at her, trying to press herself as far back against the wall as she possibly could. “No.” She gasped and wiped her head on her upheld arm. Neither girl seemed to want to let go of their wand.


“Let it go.” Bellatrix tried again, already knowing her answer before she heard the grumbled ‘no’. With little effort she pressed harder against Dorcas, her hips rolling against her enemies as she leaned in towards her neck. Bellatrix ran the tip of her tongue along the side of Dorcas’ neck, collecting the sweet shine she had seen earlier. Her lips pressed softly against the skin as her front teeth nipped it.


“What the hell?” Dorcas roughly shoved her violator against the other wall, groaning when the teeth were unwilling jerked from her neck. Soft lips immediately took the place of air as Bellatrix made another attack, this time on her mouth. She opened her mouth to protest but only achieved bringing the other girl’s tongue in. She made a choked noise as she was slammed against the wall once more, hips rolling against her own as Bellatrix shifted about and brought her knee between her legs. A noise came from her throat to tell the girl off but was silenced by the violent kiss.


Bellatrix smirked into the kiss and deepened it, her tongue rubbing across every tooth, gum, and inch of Dorcas’ tongue possible. She pulled her knee higher up against the inside of her enemy’s legs, only stopping once it reached the crevice between Dorcas’ legs. She pressed her knee against the wall behind her rival and shifted her body forward, making Dorcas’ pelvis grind against her uplifted thigh. Not once did either of them drop their wands, despite the slightly loosening grip from the Gryffindor.


Dorcas let her head fall back against the wall with a sigh as Bellatrix finally pulled her mouth away from hers. The sociopath witch’s thigh continued to rub back and forth against her pelvis, make her hot on both the inside and out. “Drop the wand.” Bellatrix demanded of her again and she barely managed to glare in response to the demand.


“No.” The thigh pressed up higher, rubbing harder against the fabric of her jeans and increasing the friction of her jeans against her pelvis, making the cloth creep up her lips and press firmly against her clit. Oh god no, Dorcas’ thought. This has to be rape. A surprised moan came from her mouth as she felt the other girl’s hot lips upon her wet skin, her tongue seeming to lick every bit of sweat from each and every pore on her neck.


“Get off.” Dorcas made her own demand but was instantly rejected. Bellatrix’s thigh rubbed faster against the inside of her legs, her clit both hurting and enjoying the effect of the cloth sliding roughly across it. Involuntarily, she almost let out a loud moan but managed to stifle it behind firmly pressed lips. The Slytherin had moved down from her neck and was currently pushing the top of Dorcas’ shirt down with her chin, her tongue flicking out and running across the Gryffindor’s soft skin.


“Drop the wand.” Bellatrix’s dark eyes had flicked up to look into hers, a smirk of triumph on her face as she saw the cloud of lust in the other girl’s eyes.


“No.” Dorcas’ moaned; it was no longer a tone of defiance, it had become an automatic reaction to make Bellatrix continue. What the ebony-haired female was doing certainly counted as rape and she was having an extremely hard time stopping the pleasure shooting from her pussy, up her spine, and that was making delightful noises come from her throat. It seemed her body had long given up and her hips moved back and forth, her lower half trying to increase the friction of Bellatrix’s thigh running across the inside of her legs.


“Drop. The. Wand.” A frantic shake was her response as Bellatrix pressed her lips together in a cruel smile. Sensing how well her plan was turning, Bellatrix pressed Dorcas’ top further down and pulled the bra underneath lower so that the fabric was under the other girl’s breasts, but pushing them up for her easier access. Her tongue flicked out to tease one nipple and she felt the tomboy’s grip on her hand and wrist loosen even more. Bellatrix’s eyes flickered up again to look into Dorcas’ face as she bit down upon the nipple. Dorcas was responding to Bellatrix’s ministrations like she never thought she would; her back sagged against the wall and her knees seemed to have climbed against the wall behind Bellatrix so they were supporting her body as she pressed her hips against Bellatrix as her as she could. She gave up on pressing her lips together and moaned loudly, hearing it echo through the secret passage as the friction started to push her over the edge. Her energy leaving her as she came, her body sagged and her hips stopped moving. Bellatrix refused to stop her attack and sped her thigh up, biting back the pain of how raw her skin was becoming as she rubbed against Dorcas’ clit. Dorcas’ back arched again as her rival milked her orgasm for all it was worth; Bellatrix’s lips pressed against the skin of her breast as both her teeth and tongue worked against her nipple; all the pleasure making Dorcas moan louder and with more feeling than after a long night of shagging Kingsley. A sudden sound of wood dropping against the stone floor signaled both Dorcas’ loss and the end of her orgasm.


“You dropped your wand.” The Slytherin let her grip against the Gryffindor go, watching with a malicious triumph as her rival’s body sagged to the floor beside the wand. A chill went up her spine as Dorcas’ brown eyes flashed with more hatred than she had ever seen. Licking her lips as she looked upon the loser on the floor, she spoke with a gloating tone as she turned and headed towards the exit. “See you in class, Dorkass.”