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All Bellatrix wanted to do was finish her biochemistry homework for the week. She’d blocked out her entire afternoon for it. Although the assignment wasn’t due for several days, the rest of her week was swamped with sorority events, and (although she would never admit it) she was seriously struggling in chemistry, thus needed all the time she could get.
She’d gone to her favorite corner of the library, which had been so selected because most days it was empty of fellow students, allowing her to do her homework in peace.
Today was not one of those days.
The irritating blonde girl from Bellatrix’s English class was there. Rita, Bellatrix thought, recalling the name with some distaste. The girl was always arguing with Bellatrix in class. Usually, Bellatrix didn’t even pay attention in her English classes. With Rita there, though, she had to pay attention to every sentence that came out of Rita’s lipstick-lined mouth to make sure none of Rita’s idiotic statements went unchallenged.
Now, here Rita was, sitting in Bellatrix’s corner of the library, in the exact chair she usually sat in. “You’re in my corner,” Bellatrix stated.
“As rich as your family is, I don’t think you own this corner,” Rita said.
“No, but I sit in this corner every time I study,” Bellatrix said.
Rita shrugged. “Too bad. There’s a seat right there, if you want to sit in it,” she said, pointing at the seat directly in front of her. It was the only other chair in this alcove.
“I usually sit in your chair,” Bellatrix said.
“I’m already all set up here, so unless you want to get on my lap, you can’t sit here.”
An unwanted blush grew on Bellatrix’s cheeks, ignoring the strange feeling she was getting in her stomach.“I’m obviously not doing that. You should just move”
“What is this, preschool? Throwing a tantrum because you don’t have the chair you want?”
Bellatrix sputtered. “I’m not a preschooler.”
“No, you’re not. So sit down and we both do our homework in peace.” Rita went back to writing in her notebook, seemingly ignoring Bellatrix.
Without even processing what she was doing, Bellatrix pulled out the chair across from Rita and sat in it. Not seeing another way out of this with her dignity remotely intact, she took out her laptop and began her biochem homework.
After a few minutes, Bellatrix noticed that Rita was chewing on the end of her pen. By some miracle, the red lipstick Rita always wore (probably just to distract Bellatrix) wasn’t staining the end of it. “Stop,” Bellatrix said, staring at Rita’s mouth.
Rita removed the pen from her mouth, looking up from her homework. “What?”
“Stop… doing that.”
“Doing what?” Rita asked, impatient.
“Chewing on the end of your pen. It’s gross. And distracting.”
“Oh, you find me distracting?” Rita asked, raising one of her annoyingly perfect eyebrows.
“Yes,” Bellatrix replied, then processed what she’d said. “I mean no, I find your chewing distracting.”
“My chewing.”
“Yes, you’re chewing on your pen instead of writing with it.”
“So? It helps me focus. And it’s not like it’s your pen,” Rita rolled her eyes.
“Well, you chewing on your pen stops me from focusing,” Bellatrix said, “So stop it.” She wasn’t sure why this was even still a discussion. Rita was the one who’d made her stay and study, so the least she could do was be somewhat respectful.
“No,” Rita said.
“You already took my study spot. Let me study without watching you destroy your teeth and pen,” Bellatrix said.
“I was here first, so if anything, you took my spot,” Rita pointed out.
“It’s not that hard to stop,” Bellatrix said. “It’s disgusting.”
“If you care so much, just use your manners.”
“Use my manners?”
“What’s the magic word?” Rita sang.
“Please?”
Rita nodded encouragingly.
“Please stop chewing on your pen,” Bellatrix said.
Rita smiled. “Was that so hard?”
The answer, of course, was “no,” but Bellatrix refused to deign Rita with a verbal response. Instead, she just huffed a sigh, continuing her slog through her homework. She worked through the practice problems, double checking her work before submitting it. Slowly, she got into somewhat of a flow state, able to fully ignore the insufferable girl in front of her.
Ten minutes later, as she worked through a particularly hard problem, she heard the sound of Rita drumming her pen on the table, pulling Bellatrix out of her focus. She tried to ignore it, as her previous interactions with Rita hadn’t been particularly productive, but she could barely read the sentence explaining the patient’s situation, let alone remember what the ten coenzymes listed did.
Bellatrix slammed her laptop shut. “Oh my god.” She leaned forward, snatching the pen from Rita’s grasp, her hand brushing Rita’s. “You are so frustrating.”
Rita leaned over the table. “Then do something about it,” she said, the words low enough that, had Bellatrix not been mere inches from Rita, she wouldn't have heard.
The words “I already have” died in Bellatrix’s throat as Rita’s blue eyes bored into Bellatrix. All of the sudden, Bellatrix could feel her heartbeat thrum through her whole body. The air was filled with static. Uncomfortable by this visceral response, Bellatrix glanced down and saw Rita's cherry lips.
Before she understood what was happening, Bellatrix leaned forward, placing her lips on Rita's. The press of their lips was electric, the touch sending warmth rushing into Bellatrix’s core. She sank into the kiss, letting Rita’s lips envelop her lower lip.
Rita kissed like she talked, sharp and demanding. Bellatrix found herself following Rita’s lead, shifting positions as Rita tilted her head, trailing her focus from one side to the other. Rita’s tongue pushed Bellatrix’s lips open, exploring Bellatrix’s mouth. As Rita’s teeth grazed across Bellatrix’s tongue, she heard a moan, and her brain belatedly realized that it was her.
She had moaned. While making out with a girl she hated. In a public area. Where literally anyone could find her.
Humiliated, she tore her face away from Rita. Her body whined at the distance that now existed between the two of them, but her brain overrode it. “Oh my god,” Bellatrix said. “I— I can’t— Someone could—” The scratch paper was wrinkly where Bellatrix had grasped at it.
Rita looked at her, unruffled. The only clue anything had happened was the smudging of her lipstick. “No one comes back here,” Rita said, then smirked. “Or well, maybe someone could come back here.”
Bellatrix’s brain was too frantic to give any acknowledgement to the innuendo. “You were back here.”
“That’s different.”
“How?” Bellatrix asked.
Shrugging, Rita said. “Look, do you want to continue?”
Bellatrix answered, “Yes,” before she had time to stop herself.
Rita smiled. “That’s what I thought.” She stood up and grabbed Bellatrix’s wrist from where it rested limp on the table. She guided Bellatrix into a standing position. “Follow me.”
Bellatrix stumbled after Rita, hypnotized. As Rita led Bellatrix through the bookshelves, they passed a couple of students, who merely glanced at the two of them. Could they tell what was happening? What if they ran into someone she knew? What if those students knew her, knew her reputation? What would they have to say about Bellatrix Black following some girl through the library, disheveled and wanting? (She wasn’t sure if anyone could tell that was desire coursing through her body, but it felt so obvious she thought they had to know.) Her cheeks were so red she was sure she was blushing through her foundation. Somehow, the publicity of it all only had her heart pounding more.
The two entered the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind them. Rita locked the door behind them, finally letting go of Bellatrix’s wrist. She surveyed Bellatrix, up and down, not hiding the desire in her gaze.
Bellatrix looked around, and her brain finally slowed down enough to process that Rita had taken them to a public bathroom. The tile was industrial, and the mirror flecked with water. “This is a bathroom.”
“So?” Rita looked at her, an eyebrow quirked. “It’s more private.”
Bellatrix sputtered. “Yes, but it’s a bathroom.”
“It was either this, the middle of the library, or going all the way back to my place,” Rita said, “And I wanted you back in my hands as soon as possible.” She stepped forward, placing her hands on Bellatrix’s hips.
Bellatrix knew there were holes in Rita’s logic, but it was hard to think when Rita’s hands caressed her. There was something so authoritative in Rita’s tone that Bellatrix couldn’t help but instinctually want to go along with it. Still, her pride prevented her from letting the issue go. “When you said ‘follow me,’ I didn’t think I’d be following you to a bathroom.”
“Where’d you think I’d take you?” Rita asked, condescension dripping from her tone. Her hands traced their way down Bellatrix’s thighs, then back up again.
Bellatrix faltered, what they were talking about going foggy in her mind. She settled into Rita’s touch.
“You know what I think?” Rita murmured. She cocked her head far too innocently for the fact that her hand was slowly moving from Bellatrix’s hip to her inner thigh.
“What?” Bellatrix wanted to say something clever, but her brain was giving her nothing but white noise. Her body longed to thrust into Rita’s hand, where it rested, unmoving, between her thighs.
“I think you like being told what to do.” Rita pressed her hand into Bellatrix.
Bellatrix’s body bucked at the touch. Against what every instinct in her body wanted, she stopped herself from continuing. She was in the middle of arguing with Rita, she reminded herself. Rita thought she liked being ordered around. “I do not.” The idea was preposterous— she, Bellatrix Black, a woman who could command a classroom with a single glance— liked being told what to do? Absurd.
“You don’t?” Rita removed her hands from Bellatrix’s body. Bellatrix whined at the loss of contact. Rita stepped forward, prompting Bellatrix to take a step back. “Then how come every time I’ve told you to do something, you do it?” Rita took another step forward.
Bellatrix stepped backward, trying to escape the commanding look in Rita’s eyes. Her back ran into the counter, preventing her from going any farther. She looked up at Rita, who was smirking at her. “That was just… coincidence.”
“Coincidence?” Rita reached out, grabbing Bellatrix’s chin between her fingers and tilting it up. “Oh, honey, I thought you could do better than that.”
Bellatrix’s vision was quickly tunneling to just Rita’s face, which was mere inches from hers. Her face was a furnace, flushing in the wake of Rita’s condescension. Her entire body was tense and abuzz.
“Let’s do an experiment to see if it’s a ‘coincidence,’” Rita said. She brought up her thumb to tap on Bellatrix’s chin. “Open up.”
Bellatrix’s lips fell open, and Rita pushed her manicured thumb in. Her core throbbed with desire as her lips closed around Rita’s thumb. It was only after she began to suck that she realized she’d done exactly what Rita had asked. Her pride told her to stop, but Rita’s thumb felt far too good in her mouth for her to obey.
“See? I knew you just wanted to be a good girl,” Rita said.
Unbidden, Bellatrix moaned.
“Oh?” Rita slotted her legs between Bellatrix’s where they stood. “Do you want to be a good girl and obey me?”
“Yes,” Bellatrix replied around Rita’s thumb.
“Yes, what?” Rita prompted.
“Yes, ma’am,” Bellatrix said. She wasn’t sure where the title had come from, but something about it felt right.
“Good girl,” Rita said. She removed her thumb from Bellatrix’s mouth, bringing her hands down to the bottom seam of Bellatrix’s shirt. “Strip for me.”
Bellatrix brought her hands to the bottom of her shirt, and began to pull it off.
Rita stopped her. “So fast? Come on now, you have a lovely body, make it a show.” She stepped back to watch Bellatrix.
Slowly, Bellatrix continued taking her shirt off, rolling her body back as more of the cold air touched her body. She felt like a stripper, objectified as Rita appraised her appearance. She took off her pants, now naked save for her underwear. Rita twirled her finger. Bellatrix slowly began to turn around. She was hyper-aware of the dark spots in her underwear from how wet she was. Somehow, it turned her on even more.
Rita stepped forward and placed her hands on Bellatrix’s hips as Bellatrix was halfway through the turn, halting her. Bellatrix stared at her nude body in the mirror. Her face was bright red, and her usually perfect hair a mess. Her lips were parted, panting short breaths. The area around her mouth was stained with the red of Rita’s lipstick. Bellatrix had never seen herself look so debauched and helpless. She leaned back into Rita.
Rita hummed. “My girl is so beautiful.” Her hands traced up Bellatrix’s torso to her breasts, still encased in a bra. She kneaded at Bellatrix’s breasts through the bra. Her arms wrapped around Bellatrix’s upper arms to access Bellatrix’s breasts, leaving Bellatrix immobilized.
Bellatrix writhed, her ass rubbing against Rita behind her.
“Desperate, are we?” Rita murmured in her ear, then nipped at it.
Bellatrix simply whined in response.
“I’m taking this off,” Rita said, moving her hands to the clasp of Bellatrix’s bra.
Bellatrix moved her arms to let the bra come off. She watched in the mirror as her bra fell off, revealing her pale breasts. Her nipples were firm.
Rita hummed in approval, bringing her hands back to knead at Bellatrix’s breasts. Now with more access, she circled Bellatrix’s nipples with her fingers. Bellatrix quaked, jolts of pleasure leaving her throbbing. She wanted to touch herself, but moving her arms would interrupt Rita’s motions. Instead, she thrust back against Rita, trying to get Rita’s leg in between her thighs to grind down on it. Because the two of them were standing, it was extremely difficult to do this while not losing her balance.
Rita chuckled, laughing at Bellatrix’s desperation. “Do you think you’re accomplishing anything like that?”
“It’s not like I c-can move my haaands,” Bellatrix said, her words stuttered and slurred as Rita kissed her neck. She wanted to be frustrated, but it was hard when she was rubbing against Rita.
“I suppose so,” Rita said. “How about this, if you ask for something respectfully, I’ll give it to you. How does that sound?”
“Okay,” Bellatrix said.
Rita put her hands on her hips, removing them from Bellatrix and stepping back, leaving Bellatrix cold in the chilly air. At least her hands were now free to touch herself, but she knew that doing so would only lead to less from Rita. “That didn’t sound very respectful.”
“Fuck you,” Bellatrix said, addressing Rita’s reflection.
“That’s definitely not respectful.” Rita turned Bellatrix around so the two were facing each other. Now that Bellatrix was turned around, she realized that Rita was fully dressed while she was practically naked. Her eyes flicked over Rita, trying to imagine what was under Rita’s clothing. “Eyes up here,” Rita chastised. “Look at me when I talk to you.”
Bellatrix looked back up into Rita’s eyes.
“Now, how does that sound?” Rita repeated.
“That sounds good, ma’am,” Bellatrix said.
Rita smiled. “Good girl, that’s what I thought. Now, do you have a request to make?”
“Could you please take off your shirt?” The request felt strange, yet somehow right, on Bellatrix’s tongue. She wasn’t used to asking for things, she was used to simply getting them.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Rita took off her shirt. Bellatrix’s eyes followed every strip of flesh that was revealed as the cloth was removed. Once her shirt was off, Rita then took off her bra as well. Bellatrix stared at Rita’s breasts. “Want a taste?” Rita asked.
“Yes, please,” Bellatrix said. As she leaned in, she felt a hand on the back of her scalp, pushing her forward into Rita’s breasts, guiding her mouth.
Bellatrix licked at the skin. Rita’s skin was salty and slightly sweet as Bellatrix breathed in. Experimentally, Bellatrix began to suck on Rita’s nipple. She heard Rita’s breath stutter, feeling satisfied as Rita’s hand clenched on her hair. Rita pushed Bellatrix’s head to the other breast, letting her grip loosen as Bellatrix swirled her tongue around the areola. Bellatrix felt wetness gather as she heard Rita’s pants and gasps.
“Good girl,” Rita said, her voice weaker than it had been minutes ago. She pulled Bellatrix away from her breasts, and brought Bellatrix’s head back to be level with hers. Rita pulled Bellatrix forward, their lips crashing against each other.
Their kiss was full of desperation. Whereas the first had been sharp and controlled, this one was sloppy, two mouths seeking to become one. Bellatrix could barely tell whose tongue it was that she was biting at, only able to tell the pleasure of lips and teeth and tongues.
Bellatrix grabbed at Rita, pulling her closer. Bellatrix dipped her hand into Rita’s jeans, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer. She rutted against Rita, desperate for all the friction she could get. Rita groped at Bellatrix’s thigh. Pulling Bellatrix’s tangled hair out of the way, Rita began kissing Bellatrix's neck. She nestled her head in the crease between Bellatrix’s neck and collarbone. “Please,” Bellatrix murmured, her head flung to the side to give Rita all the access she could.
“Please what?” Rita asked, nipping at Bellatrix’s skin.
Bellatrix rocked forward. “Please, ma’am?” Her mouth was on autopilot, not sure what to say to get more.
Rita grazed her teeth across Bellatrix’s skin. “What do you want?”
“Your fingers,” Bellatrix replied.
Rita’s fingers traced to Bellatrix’s inner thighs. “Where do you want them?” Her fingers looped lazy circles, teasing.
“In me,” Bellatrix gasped, trying to grind down. “Fuck me.” Her voice was breathier than it had ever been.
Rita brought her fingers closer to Bellatrix’s pussy, but still didn’t touch it. She stroked the skin, murmuring in Bellatrix’s ear, “Use your manners.”
“Please fuck me,” Bellatrix said, “Please, I’m desperate.”
“Good girl,” Rita said, bringing her fingers into Bellatrix’s folds at last.
Bellatrix moaned as Rita stroked inside her folds, at long last getting the pleasure she so desired. Rita started slow and teasing, circling her finger around Bellatrix’s clit. It was hard for Bellatrix to stand. She leaned against Rita, her breath ragged. “God,” she breathed as Rita teased her opening, her thumb still stroking Bellatrix’s clit. Bellatrix thrust against Rita’s hand, unable to control the jerky movements of her body.
Finally, Rita plunged her fingers into Bellatrix. She curled them inside. Bellatrix could barely think or speak, her mind only chanting “More, more, more, more.”
“Are you ready to come for me?” Rita asked.
“Yes.”
“Come for me,” Rita said.
With the final curling of Rita’s fingers, Bellatrix felt her inner walls pulse, her skin prickling with pleasure. She gasped, her body shuddering and going weak against Rita.
Rita gently fingered her through her orgasm, then removed her fingers. Once Bellatrix had regained her breath and ability to speak, Rita looked at her, a gleam in her eye. Rita held up her hand, her fingers coated with Bellatrix’s arousal. “Open up,” Rita commanded again.
Bellatrix complied, her mouth falling open and accepting Rita’s fingers. She tasted herself as she licked the slick substance off Rita’s fingers. Despite her orgasm, she once again felt arousal stir in her stomach. Once she’d licked her arousal off Rita’s fingers, Rita removed her fingers.
“Now, get on your knees,” Rita commanded, pushing Bellatrix down to the floor. She looked up at Rita, smugly standing over her.. Rita hopped on the counter, kicking off her jeans and sliding off her underwear. “Eat me out.” She spread her legs open, looking down at Rita.
Bellatrix’s core throbbed as she stepped forward, nestling her face between Rita’s thighs. She licked at Rita’s inner thigh, making her way to Rita’s pussy. She lapped up and down between Rita’s folds, swirling her tongue around Rita’s clit. As she flicked her tongue around Rita’s clit, she heard small breaths above her.
“I’m so close,” Rita said, her voice faint.
Bellatrix continued licking Rita, savoring the taste of Rita’s folds. With a moan, Rita’s thighs clenched around Bellatrix, trapping her between Rita’s legs.
After a few seconds, Rita’s legs relaxed. Bellatrix emerged from Rita, a stupid smile spread across her face. She wanted to steel her expression to a more professional one (not usually one to walk around with stupid smiles), but realized that doing so after she’d called Rita “ma’am” and had her face between Rita’s thighs was a bit ridiculous.
Sliding off the counter, Rita wet a paper towel. She wiped off Bellatrix’s face, then washed her own hands in the sink. Bellatrix followed behind her, splashing some more water on her face and washing her hands.
Now that Bellatrix was no longer engrossed in sex with Rita, the awareness that she had just hooked up with Rita Skeeter in the library bathroom flooded into her brain.
“Been waiting to do that for a while,” Rita commented, collecting her clothes and putting them back on.
“What?” Bellatrix asked. Had Rita been planning to do this?
“Put you in your place,” Rita winked. “Sleep with you. Take your pick.”
Offended, Bellatrix whipped around. “You did not put me in my place.”
Rita raised her eyebrows. “No? Pretty sure I had you begging a few minutes ago.”
Bellatrix put on her shirt to hide the blush rising to her cheeks. “Oh I’m still planning on fighting you every second of our English class, just you wait. And you’d better not take my seat in the library again.”
“Why not?” Rita asked, fastening her jeans. “It ended well this time, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Well, next time you want to get in my pants, I’d prefer you not take my seat in the library and interrupt my studying” Bellatrix said, combing her fingers through her hair, trying to get it to sit right.
“First of all, you interrupted my studying. It’s a college library,” Rita said. “Second of all, you want there to be a next time?”
Bellatrix smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”