<div class="floatleft">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/28fdcf6d-d309-4bf6-9906-b7455b5cab6b_zpsd4dvxswe.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Bellatrix<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Karen Morhen - Mael's bedchamber<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mael<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Naked under a robe<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The smirk on her face was extremely fulfilled when he sputtered and jerked awake from the onslaught of red wine disturbing his sleep, but then his complete lack of reaction, as if he had come to expect such behavior from her, then swept the knowing expression away. Crossing her arms as he stood up from the sodden sheets Mael proceeded to issue a command for her to change them, a command that had the sorceress scoffing at such an event.<br/><br/>"Make me."  Bellatrix spat back with venom as she caught her torn undergarments that Mael tossed her way. The corner of her eye remained trained on her lover as he pulled her grey shirt on, covering his deliciously alabaster complexion from her sight. He continued to slowly get dressed, tossing her discarded clothing from around his room in her direction, declaring how Conor would most likely want to rest over a hot meal and a hard drink before they were even missed. Giggling like the innocent girl she often pretended to be, Bellatrix swept her way over to him, and just as he was fully dressed, she went to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his front, feeling him from chest to knees.<br/><br/>Kissing him briefly by pecking her lips against his, she nuzzled his nose with a sneaky expression. "Did I say we were late?" Her velvety voice caressed his ears sweetly as her hands ran up the front of his shirt. "I mean, I can think of -something- we could do..." she trailed off in a shy-like shrug as her slender fingers played with the buttons on his shirt. "...that could make us<em>actually</em>late...Or we can go down now. Tonight Lucrezia and I will be discussing the winter that faces us and what it means, so you will be without me tonight. That is, if you even can..." Her sentence ended with a wicked smirk as she brushed her full lips against his in a tease before turning away from him to slip the robe off from her shoulders and drop the robe to the ground causing the fabric to pool at her narrowed ankles and expose her nakedness.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the circle, Bellatrix walked to the vanity and sat down on the bench in front of the large mirror, her soft full breasts bouncing softly with every step, their mahogany nippled peaks hardened in the brisk morning hair.  Picking up a brush she began to brush the tangles from her thick hair, streaming her fingers across the curls to smooth it all down. "Anyway, brushing all of this nonsense aside..." she waved her hand, silently encompassing him and their night of passion as if both meant nothing. "Is there any reason for you to be leaving before we are settled for the winter?" She put the brush down and looked at him in the mirror's reflection as she raised her lean arms and began to braid her hair. "Wouldn't want you too far from me when I needed a half-decent fucking..."<br/>