Practical
by wyomingnot
for: alchemia
Pairing: *cough* Bellatrix Black/Rolanda Hooch *cough* *sputter*
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 900
Notes: It's a pinch-hit secret santa ficlet. The recipient asked for Bellatrix and someone. I have a thing for challenge. There's no canon ages for either of these chicks (that I know of), so, they could have been in school together. And look! I got the Christmas in there, too!
"You're late!" Bellatrix Black stood in the middle of the room and crossed her arms."Coach made me stay and take a shower," Rolanda Hooch complained as she closed the door behind her. She walked to where Bellatrix stood and wrapped her arms around the other girl's neck.
Bellatrix uncrossed her arms, leaned in and sniffed behind Hooch's ear before biting down on her neck. "Damn the man. You couldn't weasel out of it?"
Hooch couldn't stifle a gasp, and she ran her fingers through Bellatrix's hair. "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, Coach, I'd love to stay and shower with the rest of the team, but my girlfriend has this serious Quidditch sweat fetish.' I don't think so."
"Letting yourself be bullied around like that...What kind of team captain are you?" Bellatrix pouted, slowly backing Hooch towards the bed.
"The kind who likes being captain and doesn't want to get the boot for her cheek." Hooch allowed herself to be propelled backward, feeling for the bed as she edged her feet back.
They hit the side of the bed with a thump, causing both girls to laugh. Hooch took advantage of Bellatrix's momentary distraction, wrapped her arms around the other girl's waist and flung the two of them onto the bed. Bellatrix quickly turned the tables and had Hooch's shoulders pinned beneath her knees, holding her hands down above her head.
"You might be the athlete here, Ro, but I'm the one who learned to wrestle dirty." She grinned and bent down to breathe in Hooch's ear. "One of these days I'll have to thank cousin Sirius for the lessons.
"Meanwhile," Bellatrix continued, easing her knees and the rest of her body down, "as cliché as it sounds, you *are* wearing entirely too many clothes to suit my needs." She released Hooch's hands and set to unfastening the other girl's robes. She came across a small package tied with a bow stuck in an inner pocket.
"For me?" She climbed off Hooch and sat next to her on the bed.
Hooch nodded. "Merry Christmas a little early. Since you're going home for the holidays." She sat back against the headboard as Bellatrix unwrapped the gift.
"Embroidered hankies! Ro! How very old-fashioned." She pulled one out of the box and fluttered it about, stopping to dab an imaginary tear in the corner of her eye.
"I wanted to get you something. I just didn't know what." Hooch shrugged. "I mentioned in a letter home that I was having trouble picking out a gift for a friend. My mum wrote back, You can never go wrong with nice monogrammed handkerchiefs, Rolanda. She sent me a half dozen for myself." Hooch rolled her eyes. "I had no better ideas, so last Hogsmeade weekend..." she paused and shrugged again. "I did the monogram myself."
At the shocked look she received she explained, "It's a useful thing, being handy with a needle and thread. Sometimes a reparo just isn't what you need."
Bellatrix smiled at Hooch, leaning in to place a kiss on her forehead. "You never cease to amaze me." She sat back and gestured at the other girl. "But you're still overdressed."
"I'll give you overdressed." Hooch quickly stood up on the bed, kicked her shoes off and stripped off her robe, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. She made quick work of the school uniform underneath, leaving jumper, blouse and skirt in a heap. She stuck several bodybuilder poses in her bra and knickers. "Better?"
"Almost," Bellatrix said, reaching a hand up to pull Hooch back down. Hooch sank to her knees and took the offered hand, drawing the index finger into her mouth and sucking lightly. Bellatrix closed her eyes and sighed. Hooch slowly drew the finger out, leaving a kiss on the tip.
"Now who's wearing too much?" Hooch smirked.
"Not I!" Bellatrix proclaimed as she pulled off her robe in one swift motion, leaving her naked. "I had time to get ready while you were playing in the shower." In a moment, Hooch was naked as well, and laying back on the bed, Bellatrix hovering over, sniffing down the length of her body.
"You couldn't have left just a little sweat for me?"
"Bella," she nearly whined as Bellatrix was burying her nose in Hooch's armpit, breathing in deeply. "God!" she gasped, trying to wriggle away from the intruding nose.
"...just a little. You could have run around some. There's not a hint a sweat here, Ro."
"If you hadn't noticed, this castle's fucking cold! Racing down here still damp only managed to give me a chill."
Hooch managed to wriggle free and sat up, running her fingers through her unfashionably spiky hair. "I tried to just sorta duck in and duck back out of the shower, but Coach kept sending me back. Fucking clean freak."
"I guess I'll just have to make you sweat then. Get under the covers, we've got flannel tonight."
"A member of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black deigning to lie on *flannel*? Whatever would the family think?" Hooch teased as she dove under the heavy duvet.
"Shut it, Ro," Bellatrix retorted as she joined her. "It's practical."
"Since when are you practical?"
"I am whatever suits my needs."
"Slytherin to the core." Hooch cut off any ability to when she climbed over and straddled Bellatrix, kissing her soundly.
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