so here i am {closed}

[anguium]

What: A chance meeting.
Where: A Tesco.
When: 6 September.
Who: Draco, Lucius, and Bellatrix.
Warnings: Draco getting scarred for life. Again. EDIT: Death Eater Sex Scenes (No Draco Involved Thank Merlin).

Draco is not, as it happens, expecting anything interesting to happen to him this evening. He's in a Tesco in Muggle London picking up a few things before heading back to where he's staying the night so that he can relax and have tea and something to eat. Living without a house elf around has been difficult but he's managing well enough—or at least without outright disaster. He's not completely useless. Most of the time.

Mostly he just wants to grab what he wants, pay, and go. Muggle brands escape him so he's just picking what looks good, trying to remember how the Muggle money system works offhand. It's not too difficult thankfully, after Scorpius helped explain it to him. And lo: one Draco Malfoy, prim and proud as ever, hair tied back, hat pulled down, and coat on to protect from the rain outside, carrying a small number of essentials as he makes his way to pay.

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[malificence]

His teeth first merely scrape against her skin, but he rewards that arch haughtiness with the kind of sharp bite that will be red, even blue the next morning. Then he leans back, his hand tight in her hair until he needs to let go in order for his dark robes to fall to the floor. Too impatient for anything else, he unlaces his boots with a wordless point of his fingers and steps out of them as her fingers unfasten the smooth buttons on his shirt.

"You know perfectly well, Bella," he says, and it'a a heated purr. "I'm nearly always lost to polite society when you wind me up this much." He doesn't remember the night, of course, the obliviation took care of that, but he's sure they must have wound each other up. "I expect if I had a mother she'd say you're quite ruining me." Desiderata Malfoy has, of course, been dead since he was thirteen, and even before that...had mostly left the rearing of the Malfoy heir to Abraxas. But he could pretend that she'd be concerned.

Not that his mother is first in his mind, not when Bella has her thigh grinding up against him. Lucius' gray eyes go nearly black with lust, and he drops his hand to her other leg, hiking it up to hook around his hip as he again uses magic to dispense with the rest of the fabric between them. "Tell me," he says, placing another sharp, hard bite along her jaw. "How do you want me tonight, darling?"