----> Ardor

[Selene Burroughs]

Selene's pressed the palm of her hand aganist her forehead as she watched him adjust his legs to allow her some room to sit. He was doing this because of his brother. He was still telling Rodolphus to shut up, though the snickering and smirking still was being heard from across the room. "Take another seat darling, you missed his groin that time," Selene looked back at him over her shoulder, hazel eyes narrowed sharply. "Desi, keep your boyfriend's tounge down your throat," Selene sneered before she had the chance to even think it through rationally.

Rodolphus made a haughty sound mixed with a chuckle as he leaned back into the bed. Selene didn't bother to look back at Desi or him, hell, she hated them both right about now. Selene could hear the bed squeak under Rodolphus' weight shifting to get more comfortable with Desi.

Selene crossed her legs as she sat down beside Rabastan. She still felt much too close for comfort right about now. If she could smell his faint aftershave, the kind he always use to wear even in school, then Selene was far too close. Selene brushed her black hair behind her ear as she propped up her arm on the arm of the velvet loveseat, her chin resting on it as her upper body leaned away from him. For a moment, her eyes briefly looked out of the corner of her prespective at his hand resting on his own thigh.

Tha glinting, glittering gold ring made her inside tighten. If Selene had been as immature as her mind craved to be, she'd be on her feet jumping up and down, stomping her feet like a child with tears streaming down her hot red cheeks. She might feel the urge to beat on his chest for a minute before ripping that wedding ring off his finger and shoving it down his throat.

Rabastan was.. Selene had always just assumed he'd be her's.

Life has a funny way of spiting acid in your face, doesn't it?


His hand running along the length of her stomach and over her bellybutton to the other side of her body. His hand ran back along the bare, dark skin before sliding up a little farther and then running across her stomach again innocently.

Rabastan would have a bloody heartattack if Rodolphus started in on Desi in his bed. Bastard was lucky he didn't just fuck her here and now and leave him some protein-laced left over in his sheets that he slept alone in. He was being a real arse about this whole damn thing. Now, Rabastan didn't speak Selene's name.. and when he did, you noticed that change. The mood just darken as if he was a priest discussing the day that Jesus died. It darken, and yet, it made his brother's wheels turn. For fuck's sake, at least he was remotely cheerful when he thought about her before he turned into a major dick the rest of the night.

Selene got him high for about two minutes before dropping his big arse into a world of 'fuck you Rodolphus' and 'leave me the hell alone, brother'.

He needed to get his act together.

Even if he didn't want the wench, he could pretend.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

"Desi, keep your boyfriend's tounge down your throat,"

Hey, hey, HEY! She hadn't done a single thing thank you very much. It wasn't her fault Rodolphus didn't understand how to close his mouth. He didn't understand how to keep his sharp wit inside him either. Sharp wit.. Gods, everything that came from his mouth was either sexual, disgusting, or simply crude.

He was crude.

She simply sighed, and rolled her eyes. Selene was just being moody now. She didn't like the way things were playing out. Then again, Desi couldn't blame her, Rabastan was completely ignoring her. That was a bit of a slap, but he was simply being difficult, just as his brother loved to do.

Gods, for once.

She felt Rodolphus' hand on her stomach. Not here, good Lord. Yes, she did have some scrap of decency. She wasn't going to make this any harder for Selene. She shifted against him, pushing away slightly, "You enjoy being a bastard, don't you?" She asked him, a small hint of a smirk on her lips.

She was a good friend, honestly.

Rabastan sighed heavily at his brother's words. He forced his eyes opened, and looked over at Selene apologetically, "Please excuse my brother's lack of manners."

He was raised poorly.

He raised his head to look at Rodolphus, "Why are you still here?" He figured he would have left by now, leave them alone to smolder. Did he want Selene?

Nope, can't answer that question.

Use your common sense.

Just leave.

[Selene Burroughs]

Rodolphus' brow furrowed gently as he watched her ease from him.

"You enjoy being a bastard, don't you?"

His lips curved violently upwards into a fiendish smile and tipped his head forward, eyes shining for a moment before a quick wink was given. "To the fullest extent, my darling," he said roughly and low enough to be considered a crude excuse for a whisper.

With his brother's invitation behind him, Rodolphus lifted his head and stared at him. That's his brother, right there. You see, he wanted her alone. Rodolphus had no problem in carrying out Desi right now and taking her down the hallway to his bedroom. If that meant he got out of babysitting early, and he got to fuck Desi right now.. why the hell not? Rodolphus didn't even bother to answer his brother. He had swung himself off the bed and grabbed on to Desi's arm, lifting her up into his arms as he staggered for a moment under the sudden weight.

"Yes, yes, crude and horrible manners!" Rodolphus said loudly over his shoulder to the couple sitting frozen on the loveseat, nodding as he smirked widely at the woman in his arms as he walked towards the door.


Disgusting. Do it else where.

Selene was visually frowning at Desi and Rodolphus on the bed together. She felt like an idiot. Here she was, somewhere where she didn't want to be in the first place, while he friend got full attention and giggled and smiled the whole damn time. You know what Selene was doing? Selene was sitting still on the couch, her chin resting on the top of her hand as she stared at them. All right, she wanted his attention.

"Please excuse my brother's lack of manners."

Selene's turned her head gently to look at Rabastan. "Excused," she said quietly, staring at him. Before she could even think of something remotely like a response, there was Rodolphus carrying Desi out the door. Selene closed her eyes briefly and looked away from them all and at the wall near her elbow.

Why did he send them away?

[Rabastan Lestrange]

He always insisted on carrying, and yanking, everything was all about dominance for him. It was almost amusing, it would be if he didn't go to the extremes to obtain it. Often times she simply shook her head and sighed. He was still stuck two centuries back, even thirty years ago, when women were playthings and trophies. She wasn't sure Rodolphus knew of any difference between the times now.

She learned quite quickly, since living with the same Slytherins for nearly half of her life, that men still believed them to be the dominant gender by far, however the only pleasant thing regarding that belief, would be their firm stance when it comes to gentleman-like gestures. For the most part, they use these.

Rodolphus did every once in a while. But for the most part? Not so much. Desi didn't give a damn if they treated the other women like shit, she simply would not stand to recieve the same treatment. They could pin those girls randomly against walls, force them to bite their lip as they violate them, cat-call, and scoff whenever they suggest accompanying them on a mission.

Women were playthings in the manor, only to become sources of extreme amusement when they wanted to reach out and help the cause they joined for. It was a nice, long laugh for the gentlemen of the household.

She didn't appreciate being laughed at.

She felt herself quickly pulled off the bed, and into Rodolphus' arms as he excused himself, taking Rabastan's invitation with eagerness. She remained a bit stiff in his arms as he walked about ten feet down the hall, and into his private room. She rolled her eye, as she gazed around it.

"Merlin, I was fucked over with rooms."

She was a woman, hello.

Rodolphus left without a second glance back. Obviously he had been waiting for that one chance to escape. Rabastan knew this, he wasn't stupid. Rodolphus was about ready to ravish her right in front of them. That was one thing that certainly wouldn't help his situation. As if things weren't awkward enough as it was.

Selene seemed a bit stiff after they left, she stared blankly at the ground, and he found himself shifting slightly under the strained silence. Well this was certainly a lovely reunion. Any encounter after that sweet little break-up of his was sure to be hell.

He closed his eyes once more, and tilted his chin back, trying to ignore her presence. Of course this was absolutely impossible. That sort of annoyed him. He draped his arms across the couch, the length reaching past Selene's shoulders as he sank deeper into the cushion.

He was touching her.

On purpose?

Who was he kidding?

.. hell yes.

[Selene Burroughs]

"Merlin, I was fucked over with rooms."

Rodolphus closed the door with his foot, mastering the art of being able to use all your body to preform simple tasks. It came in handy. For instance, let's say for a moment that you were desperately snogging a body on the bed. The friction, too intense to remain on top of clothing any longer, was building into heat and you find the need to undress. Well, either you stop sucking on their bottom lip and ruin the moment (leave her laying on her back, whining for your attention and mouth) or you keep the clothes on. This is when it was a needed skill to have. Rodolphus could wiggle his upper body out of his oxford in under ten seconds, his pants off in roughly fifteen and his boxers sliding off with the dropping black trousers. The shoes? Long off, my friends.

Of course she was fucked over with room, did she really expect to get a room remotely like his? Rodolphus chuckled lightly, not out of amusement but something to do to pass the time between the door and his bed. "Darling, I'm a Lestrange.. ,"Rodolphus dropped Desi with the resounding rapid squeak of the bed bouncing under her sudden weight. "I'm an important aspect of this operation."

He could keep going all night.

Rodolphus stood over top of her, his fingers sliding under her chin to force her to keep a steady eye contact with him. His lips shifted to one corner as a small smirk came into play. "Besides, I come highly recommanded.."

Rodolphus was good at what he did. You know, the only problem was that he understood that little bit of information. The basic reasoning for the difference in rooms? Rodolphus was better, more important, and vital.


Apart from Rodolphus' heavy footsteps leading away from the door, there was sno sound. Silence, being something Selene had grown accustom to over many years of her father's long and silent stages, was being a chore. She had a lot to say to him, a lot of things that couldn't be repeated in a church, but the ability to say them aloud was gone. It only slowly dawned on her now, the two bodies sitting dangerously close to one another, that it wasn't the ability to say those words she lacked but the courage. She didn't want to have him answer her questions for simple fear of the answers. Selene did not want to hear his answer if he was better off with his new pretty bride then he ever was with her. No, no she didn't want to hear how much more he cared about his wife then he did about Selene.

No, no, no, no!

You know, because in all honesty, it'd just bring her down. Selene decided that it was better to be afraid of hearing the answers and still being able to hold on to the small ray of hope that he was completely and utterly miserable without her, then to ask and hear otherwise. She wasn't in Gryffindor, and Merlin knows she would have made a pretty shitty Lion.

In the midist of her mental rant, Selene felt the nerves in her shoulder tingle. Her thin shirt scratched it's material aganist her smooth skin along her shoulder's curve, a small weight gently touching the place. Out of the corner of her eye, Selene could see his head back and long arm drapped over behind her. It was only logic that what was touching her was.. him. Selene's lips parted slightly as her hazel eyes focused on the floor before blinking slowly, heavy and long breaths pushed forcefully of her lungs between her lips. For the first time since being here, she felt relaxed. Even if his arm and side of his thumb barely grazed aganist her skin, it didn't matter.

He was so close. Merlin she couls still smell him. Selene closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to compile all her thoughts into a probable answer as to why Rabastan was coming closer. Before the medical side of her, the logical and more bright side, had a chance to even gather up the shards of flying paperwork in her head, Selene's emotions screamed. Though the scream, high pitched and jumping up and down with glee, was implusive it did sound a hell of a lot better then anything the whispering logic part had to suggest.

"Well, it's obvious. The man is just looking for a who-"

"RABASTAN LIKES YOU!"

"... and his wife isn't giving int-"

"HE WANTS YOU INSTEAD!!"

"... just ask him."

"JUST ASK HIM!"

Selene turned her head gently, still deciding if she should say anything and risk moving his hand from her shoulder or not. The longer she surveyed Rabastan, the more unbareable it became not to ask him. Selene swiveled her upper body as she turned to face him more, her back leaning aganist the arm of the chair as her leg that had been crossed slid under her thigh. Selene's arm drapped back across the couch, elbows back and leaning on top of the arm of the chair supporting her back. Their fingertips a few centimeters from touching again. "I shouldn't be here," Selene said quietly, her gaze dropping from his side profile to the couch's laced in designs. Selene's black haired head shook slowly, ".. this-this isn't my spot, anymore."

Yes, she lost that right. THe right for his hands to touch her, to be in his bedroom, to be so close to him, to have any fond memories or him..

Selene needed to go away.