Bellatrix mumbles something under her breath as she passes Minerva her plate, who after three attempts finally got the woman to stop her attack on Minerva's throat.

"I don't know why you're pouting, I'm the one who'll have to wear a scarf tomorrow."
"Probably should of brought one with you." Bellatrix's smirk soon makes an appearance as she looks at the woman's neck.
"I swear to Merlin, if there are marks already forming-"
Minerva looks in the small mirror which she happened to have tucked away, and gasps at the sight.
"Don't look at me like that, you loved every second and you know it."
Minerva rolls her eyes, turning her attention back to the little mirror. Good thing she was a witch, and could hide it.
"You know, I find it offensive when you hide my work."
"Too bad, your work could get us into a lot of trouble." Minerva puts the little mirror away, turning her attention back to Bellatrix.

"Don't pout."
"But I liked them."
"And you'll be able to see them again tonight, when we're alone."
"I like the sound of that." She wriggles her brows.
"Eat the rest of your apple and let me have breakfast." Minerva reaches for the buffet.

***

The two woman had seen no one that entire morning, not that any of them were complaining. They were enjoying each other's company far too much.
"You know, I must admit, I'm rather glad I got up this morning, though at the time I wanted to hex you."
"Gee thanks Minnie, I love you too." Bellatrix rolls her eyes. Minerva looks at the woman,
"Really though, thank you, it was a lovely surprise."
"Anything for you Love." Bellatrix winks before reaching for the wine.
"Now would the enchantress like some wine?"
"Why don't you go ask her." Minerva takes a grape off of Bella's plate and pops it into her mouth.
"I am, but she's too busy pinching my grapes."
"You did say I could help myself to whatever I wanted." Minerva smiles.

"Fine, but that costs one kiss."
"Haven't you had enough kisses? That's all you ever seem to want."
"Well, I can assure you I want a lot more than a kiss..." Bellatrix eyes Minerva over before returning to her blue eyes.
"But as for the kisses, I could never get enough." Bella hands the older witch her glass, before she starts to pour the wine.
" You see my sweet, sweet Minerva, your kisses are like drugs, and I find myself highly addicted to those delicious lips of yours. If at any point you were to stop giving me kisses I will have withdrawal symptoms and then I'll die."
"You are so dramatic." Minerva rolls her eyes, bringing the liquid to her lips.
"I'm being serious, You are my addiction Minerva, you always have been, except now I'm truly and utterly hooked, there really is no way out for me." Bella didn't take her eyes away from the blushing blue eyed woman.

"You are full of poppycock Bellatrix Black." Minerva states, reaching for another grape, Bellatrix was about to argue back when Minerva quickly put a grape inside her mouth, smiling as she did so.
"That's not a fair argument."
"Talking with your mouthful is so unladylike Bella." Minerva rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, well I'm not the best example of a lady." Bellatrix downs her wine, placing the empty glass in the basket, before attacking Minerva, tickling her where she knew Minerva was ticklish.

Minerva squeals, trying her best not to spill the untouched wine as Bellatrix so rudely continues her attack. The wine glass disappears from Minerva's hand, no doubt thanks to the woman who tickled her mercilessly. Bella managed to get the upper hand despite Minerva's best efforts and pinned the breathless red faced woman to the floor, hands either side of her head.
"Squealing is so unladylike Minerva, honestly where are your manners." Bellatrix smiles wickedly as she looks down at the face of her lover.

"You really are wicked Bellatrix Black." Minerva frowns, though a smile soon graced her lips.
"Well you do have a way of bringing the best and the worst out in me ."
"And you definitely bring the worst out in me." Minerva entwines their fingers.
"Now I can't take all the credit for that, you're a pretty badass woman without my help."
"Oh?" Minerva's tilts her head to the side.
"You play the innocent part quite well my little pet, but you're dangerous , far more dangerous than anyone could ever be."
"And how's that?"
"Hopefully you'll never find out." She leans down and captures rose pink lips with her own deep red.
"Bella..." Minerva said trying to fight just in case someone was around, but eventually gave in, finding the younger woman's lips to be quite persuasive.

"You will be the death of me Minerva Mcgonagall." Bella whispers slowly pulling back, her ebony curls cascading down, creating a sort of barrier around both faces.
"I've seen the way you fight, I don't think anything could kill you, especially not me."
"Oh you are so very wrong my love, you are the only thing that could ever destroy me. You are my weakness. I found that out a long, long time ago." Bellatrix didn't give Minerva chance to ask questions, instead she caught her lips once more.
"I am your slave Minerva, anything your heart desires I'll do." She whispers between kisses.
"Bella..." Minerva fidgets beneath the woman, tears threatening to fall. Minerva wasn't one who cried often, but when Bellatrix was involved, she seemed to do it quite a lot, especially when Bellatrix whispers things like that, no one had ever, ever in her life made her feel so important, so loved, so above everything in the world like Bellatrix did, and that touched her deeply. Especially coming from the woman who pretty much hates most people.

Bellatrix pulls back, frowning as she noticed a single tear escape blue eyes.
"My love do not cry, I do so hate seeing your pretty eyes cry." She kisses the tear away, nudging her nose against Minerva's.
"This wouldn't happen if you didn't..." she stopped, meeting brown orbs. Brown swirls that revealed nothing but love and adoration, longing and lust. And those eyes, those magnificent chocolaty eyes were focused solemnly on her, the deputy headmistress who never in a million years would think anyone could look at her like that.
Minerva was never really fond of herself, never thought anyone else would be either, but this marvellous woman on top of her came in like a whirlwind and sent everything spinning.

"If I didn't what? Confess my love for you at any given opportunity?" Bellatrix tilts her head to the side, examining the woman's face.
Minerva said nothing, truth was although admittedly it made her cry, and she did so hate crying, she'd never felt so touched, so loved so beautiful and despite making her cry, Minerva never wanted Bellatrix to stop, even if she said she did.

"Tough luck Minnie, the only way I'll ever stop is when I'm dead. And there's only one way I'm willing to die..." Bellatrix smiles.
"Let's not talk about death anymore Bella..." Minerva whispers, more tears threatening to fall.
"Then let's talk about how hard I'm trying to restrain myself here, because you are looking deliciously edible." Minerva couldn't contain her laugh at the woman, she really was something.