Their clothes were in a pile on the floor and their wands were tossed almost too carelessly aside. There was a gentle breeze from the open terrace doors and the large window above the bed, the curtains dancing in the wind. The fireplace in the corner roared and the lights were dimmed down with a few candles spread about the room. This would have been the perfect picture of romance... if it weren't for the two bodies thrashing about on the large black and green canopy bed.

Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange were not in love. They were not in love when they dated, not when they got married, not even now when they hadn't seen each other for 14 years. But they always came back to this. Passion and desire erupted between them in some unknown way. They didn't have to say one word to each other for days on end as long as they spoke volumes between the sheets.

Bellatrix had arrived home first from the meeting with the Dark Lord. They had been free for about 3 days now and it seemed like those three days were nothing but one giant meeting with the Dark Lord... not that anyone would dare complain. She headed straight up to her bedroom and opened the terrace doors and window before her husband aparated behind her and immediately dimmed the lights. With a flick of his wand the fireplace lit up and the candles started to give out the pleasing scents of pine and cinnamon. The dark couple turned to face each other and within mere moments they collided together in the middle of the room. Their wands were now somewhere at their feet and their clothes soon joined.

Before Bellatrix knew it she was on her back on the large mattress and her husband was trailing rough kisses and bites down her torso and stomach. She flipped him quickly and scratched her nails down his chest, her eyes glaring at him with lust. He reached up and yanked her long hair back while simultaneously caressing her left tit. She arched her back in pleasure and he groaned when he felt her rubbing against his throbbing member ever so lightly.

He flipped them back over and raised her arms above her head, trapping her. She spit in his face, but he only smirked and bit down hard on her breast, leaving a mark. She whimpered and began to squirm under him, letting him know that she needed him inside of her now.

Without releasing her arms, he moved himself between her legs and thrust into her dripping entrance. He didn't move for a few moments, letting her adjust to him. It had, after all, been fourteen years since they last had sex. He wanted her in pain, yes, but not like that.

They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments and Rodolphus smiled at his wife who, shockingly, returned it. She lifted her hips causing him to go deeper and both moaned softly. Rodolphus took this as the go to and began to thrust almost brutally into his wife's tiny body. Bellatrix raised her legs and bent them at the knee, wanting him to go deeper. Rodolphus released her hands and grabbed her left leg, lifting it up and settling it on his shoulder. He angled his hips and then began to drive into her again, hitting that spot inside of her that made her see stars with every stroke.

He leaned his head close to her's and nibbled her earlobe making her shiver

"I hate you."

A pleasure filled laugh echoed the room and she grabbed his hair, yanking him down so their lips met. "I hate you, too."

With a few more jerks of his hips she raised her upper body off the bed, her mouth forming a perfect "o" shape and then shrieks of bliss were bursting from her vocal chords. Her contracting walls clamped down around his dick and he let her ride out her orgasm before releasing his seed deep into her with a grunt.

As she felt her orgasm subsiding another one began to build up and she clutched her husband to her for dear life. He got the hint and quickly replaced his cock with four of his fingers which made her scream. She drenched his hand in her sweet juices and he licked them clean.

Her body finally stopped trembling and she opened her dark brown eyes to see Rodolphus' green ones staring right back at her. The silence was deafening. He rolled off of her and gathered her in his arms, surprised when she didn't protest. Although, fourteen years of no physical contact will make even the darkest of people want to be held. With a contented sigh, the Lestrange couple closed their eyes and felt sleep overtake them.

No matter how much they couldn't stand each other they still had this.

A/N: Okayyy, the endddd. haha Reviews are lovely.