A D O M A N I A
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Maria yawns as she wakes up on New Year's Day, smiling when Regulus is no longer beside her but the smell of french toast invades her nostrils. Sighing, she holds the sheets over her bare chest as she stands to go and brush her teeth, her legs still quite jittery from the previous night.
After brushing her teeth, she gathers her brunette hair in a low ponytail at the back of her head and shrugs on Regulus' dress shrug from the night prior and some black underwear.
She furrows her eyebrows when she approaches her vanity desk, seeing all of her usual things but there's an unfamiliar bracelet on the corner of the desk.
She screws her face up slightly, trying to recall whether it's hers but she cannot remember receiving a pearl bracelet with a small ruby in the centre. Picking it up, she examines it and her confused face drops slightly as she pulls a blonde hair off the bracelet.
She sighs, remembering that Alyssa was at their house the other night but she cannot shake the dreadful feeling in her stomach that makes her want to be physically sick, hinting that it's not the Greengrass girl's bracelet. She places it back and decided to ignore it for now, strolling down stairs and into the kitchen where Regulus is now holding a place of french toast.
He groans at the sight of her, "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed." He complains and she smiles, ripping a piece off one of the rounds of bread and smiling at the flavour.
"You added more pepper." She smiles at his memory that he's had said she liked putting pepper in the egg before soaking the bread in it and he shrugs sheepishly. Maria simply smiles and presses her lips against his softly.
After eating their breakfast, Mari and Regulus are sat on the sofa and the Potter is reading a copy of the daily prophet whilst Regulus keeps prodding her thigh annoyingly.
Regulus traces his fingers across her skin and she kicks him in the leg making him laugh. She folds up the newspaper and sighs, sinking lower into the sofa and lying her head on the arm of the furniture.
"What the matter?" Regulus mumbles, seeing her troubled face and she looks at him, shaking her head.
"Nothing." She says, offering a tured smile. "It's just. . .the war, the order—auror training. It's all so much; it's stressful." She closes her eyes and Regulus smiles.
"I bet I could make it less stressful." Regulus smiles and she keeps her eyes closed but raises her eyebrows and smiles. "Would you like that?" He asks, slowly pulling at the waistband of her underwear and she feels the weight on the sofa shift.
"Please." She hums and Regulus gently spreads her legs, tentatively tugging off her underwear and he slides his hands up her thighs.
"I haven't done this in two weeks." Regulus says, kissing her inner thighs softly and she laughs slightly.
"Why do you like it so much?" Maria asks, absentmindedly moving her hip as his fingers slowly slide lower and lower.
"I don't know." Regulus says thoughtfully, gripping her thighs and pulling her lower half closer to his face in a sudden movement. "I guess it feels good when you pull my hair. I feel so in control of you."
His raspy voice makes Maria shiver, her hands gripping the arm of the sofa above her head.
"It feels nice knowing how I make you feel, Maria." Regulus whispers, moving his shirt up her stomach and slowly kissing from her bellybutton to the bone on her hip.
He finally connects his lips to her clit and she lets out a soft moan, feeling him grip her bucking hips and push them into the sofa.
His tongue flattens against her making her let out a small breath and grip ag the sofa harder, her knuckles turning white and he smiles against her pussy making her scoff slightly.
"Let go." He grumbles, reaching up and keeping his left hand between her legs to slowly circle her clit whilst he pries her hands from the sofa and moved back down her body. As he settles between her legs once again, he moves her hands to his hair and she smiles, tangling her fingers in his soft, tousled hair.
"Fuck." Maria whispers, feeling his middle finger slowly come to slide inside of her, sucking and nipping her clit roughly.
He groans against her when she abruptly yanks at his hair, feeling his, now, two fingers graze her g-spot and Maria moans loudly, throwing her head back.
Regulus' eyes that were closed now open to look up her body at her. Her boobs are slightly pushed together because of her arms reaching down to grip his hair and her hair is splayed on the sofa around her head. Her lips are parted and her eyes closed, moaning softly every time Regulus' slender fingers hit that spot inside her.
Maria feels herself being drawn towards her orgasm, desperately holding onto the pleasure that he makes her feel. She feels like she's in heaven, whatever being in heaven feels like — she doesn't know. But this is what she imagined heaven feels like.
Regulus enjoys watching her fall apart beneath him a bit too much. He liked it when he flicks her clit with his tongue and she arched her back, releasing a soft noise that is like music to his ears. He likes that when the pleasure gets to be too much, she tugs relentlessly at his hair and her eyes screw shut.
"Don't stop."
He likes the encouragement, like helping her reach the brink of pleasure is the job and the blissful sounds that escape her lips when she finishes are the reward.
He can feel her legs shaking on his shoulders and she gasps, feeling herself on the edge and he keeps his lips on her clit, sucking mercilessly and she cries out, arching her back with her climax. He continues his action making her legs jitter violently and she pushes his head away from her pussy when it becomes too much.
He's panting and grinning like an idiot when he looks up at her, her arousal glistens on his lips and she lets out a breath laugh, letting her head fall into back onto the pillows tiredly.
After cleaning up, Regulus is lay on Maria's bed as she strolls out of the bathroom in a towel. He smiles at her and she glanced at the bracelet on her desk.
There it is again, that sick feeling.
"Regulus." She says hesitantly as she pulls on some underwear and lets the towel drop, pulling a t-shirt over her bare chest and he raises his eyebrows. "You know when I went for that walk and everything went sideways and I had to talk to Voldemort. . .did Lyssa and Stan come round?"
"No." Regulus shakes his head with a small groan on his face. "Why?"
"Well, did anyone?" Maria asks, knowing that Marlene hadn't been in her bedroom since before Christmas.
Regulus sits up, his eyebrows pulled together. "No. Why, what are you talking about?"
"Why are you lying?" Maria whispers and he blinks, watching her walk over to the vanity desk and pick up a pearl bracelet with a ruby in the middle.
One he recognises as Rebecca Barnes'.
That bitch.
She holds it up with a raised eyebrow, "who's is this? It's not mine."
"I—I don't know!" Regulus says, holding out his hands in defence, he knows lying to her is wrong but he can't imagine what she would think if he said that it's Rebecca's.
"Stop lying to me!" Maria says and they're now onto a few inches apart, shouting in each other's faces. "Who's fucking bracelet is it?"
"I don't fucking know!" Regulus yells persistently and she scoffs, tears in her eyes. "Fuck me, Maria. Why do you always assume the worst whenever you notice something slightly wrong? I don't know who's bracelet that is—stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" She asks, a tear trickling down her cheek, Regulus sighs, running a hand over his face and she scoffs. "Why are you lying to me?"
Regulus lets out a breath through his nostrils, her question isn't demanding or angry. It's hurt and betrayed, tears threatening to spill over in her eyes and he shakes his head.
"I need to talk to you." Regulus sighs, rubbing his jaw. "I've wanted to for a few days. I couldn't bring myself to."
Maria has her arms folded over her stomach as she looks up at him through her wet eyelashes.
"I'm dangerous for you Maria." He sighs and she laughs humourlessly.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No—"
"You're seriously having this conversation with me right now—"
"Wait—wait!" Regulus says, cutting off her incredulous and angered tone before sighing. "I'm so fucking dangerous for you and everyone you love, Ria. And, I can't live with myself every time something bad happens to one of you. Jesus, Maria, they kidnapped us and locked you in the room they raped you in! That's what I'm having a conversation with you about."
"So, what? You want to break up with me?"
"I just—"
"No." Maria shakes her head. "You have done this to me, so many times. Something bad happens, or someone says something and you overthink and blame yourself for every single bad thing that's happened to me. And I don't want you to. Because it's not your fault and I thought you loved me more than anything in the world—"
"I do love you." Regulus nods, a tear streaming down his cheek. "I do. And that's why I'm saying this—"
"No." Maria says, walking up closer to him. "I break up with you. This time, I'm breaking up with you."
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