She never heard if the witch replied or not, acquiesced or not, too preoccupied with the feeling of  rightness  that accompanied skin to skin contact, too absorbed in Bellatrix looking at her with a lopsided grin and feet hurrying up to keep pace with her rather frenzied walk. She led the witch back towards her -  their  - room, throwing the doors wide open and hauling her inside at the same moment that she turned them around, the heavy wood shutting with a resounding shudder behind them. Once it was closed, once they were alone, she whipped out her wand and threw a quick silencing charm across the room, her crooked wand dropped off onto the dresser in the same moment that she reached up to wrap warm fingers around Bellatrix’s throat, and her lips pressing forward to capture the witch and taste her(self?) for the first time.