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“Shit!”

Doris turned around at Ursula’s sudden exclamation. The other woman was standing in the doorway, appearing to have just ended a phone call.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

Ursula groaned. “Those fuckers cancelled on us. And after all the trouble we went to!” She gestured wildly around her—the spread was rather impressive. Gourmet food had been set out on multiple surfaces around the apartment, and Doris had even placed some of their most expensive wine bottles on the kitchen island.

“Really?” Doris frowned. “I thought this wrap party was a big deal. Why’d they bail on us all of a sudden?”

“The director has the fucking flu. That shit’s been so bad this year that no one wants to risk catching it.” Ursula shrugged and added, “I guess I can’t blame them. But still! I know that motherfucker didn’t come down with the flu in the last five minutes. A bit of a heads-up would’ve been nice.”

Doris gave Ursula a bittersweet grin and closed the distance between them. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to show off for them.” She wrapped her arms around the other woman’s neck.

“Oh, shut up,” Ursula shot back fondly, rolling her eyes. She still returned the embrace; her hands landed gently upon Doris’s waist. “Well, since I already cancelled all my plans for today, we have the evening to ourselves. Whatever shall we do?”

Doris’s grin grew even wider at the mischief that had seeped into Ursula’s voice. “That’s a good question. Let me th—”

She paused. An idea of how to spend their time had, in fact, pervaded her mind. Immediately, her cheeks grew warm. Doris’s blush only deepened when Ursula began to smirk at her. The other woman never missed a beat, and this was certainly no exception.

“Hm? What was that?”

Doris bit her lip. “Nothing.”

“No, no,” Ursula said, steering their bodies toward the kitchen island. They kept moving until Doris’s back hit the marble surface. “I think you had an idea, Dor. Spill.” She tilted her head playfully, placing her hands on the counter on either side of Doris.

The younger woman glanced around; there was no way out of this. She knew she’d have to answer Ursula despite the humiliation that would follow. And so, anticipating what was to come, Doris let the memory she’d been thinking about wash over her.

Ursula grabbed a bottle of wine from a nearby table. She stared at Doris as she uncorked it with her teeth.

That simple action shot a jolt of heat throughout Doris’s body. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, looking anywhere but at the woman in front of her.

The evening wore on. Doris’s desperation only grew as both of them became more and more intoxicated.

The two women were sitting next to each other on the couch. Ursula had been drinking straight from the wine bottle when she glanced at Doris. The now empty bottle was clutched in her hands.

Next thing Doris knew, Ursula was on top of her, eyes wild and full of lust. They kissed furiously, teeth and lips clashing together.

They undressed in a drunken haze. Ursula resumed her position on top of her girlfriend and wedged her thighs apart with a hand. Doris felt a sudden pressure between her legs, but it wasn’t that of Ursula’s fingers.

It was the slender neck of the wine bottle.

Doris snapped herself out of her reminiscent daze. Ursula still had an expectant expression upon her face, and she knew she needed to answer her.

“I… I’m not sure… We were both pretty drunk…”

Ursula instantly raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“Ursula…”

“Tell me. Now.”

Doris knew she had no choice but to confess—the hungry gleam that had appeared in Ursula’s eyes wasn’t helping. So, she finally whispered, “The wine bottle.”

Instantly, the other woman’s smirk grew tenfold: She knew exactly what Doris was talking about. Still, she asked, “What about the wine bottle?” Ursula inched closer to Doris until her lips ghosted the shell of her ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Blushing even more profusely, Doris looked anywhere but at the woman in front of her. It took all the resolve she possessed to whisper, “You put it inside me.”

Ursula raised a perfectly manicured brow. “And you liked that?” She leaned back to observe Doris’s face.

“Y—Yes.”

“The way it stretched you out?” Ursula pressed closer to Doris until their bodies were flush against one another. “The way it filled you up?”

Doris nodded, tentatively meeting her girlfriend’s gaze. Ursula’s eyes were as ravenous as ever. She leaned in as if to kiss Doris, but instead abruptly walked toward one of the kitchen cabinets. Doris could only watch on in confusion.

“Well, today’s your lucky day.” Ursula opened one of the cabinets. “You’re not the only one who thinks about that night. So, in case you ever brought it up again…” She grabbed something and only when she returned to her position in front of Doris did the other woman realize what it was.

An empty wine bottle.

“I’ve been saving it,” Ursula continued as Doris stared at her with wide eyes. “Should’ve known it would come in handy. You’re so insatiable.” She leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Doris’s neck, setting down the wine bottle on the kitchen island.

Doris barely stifled a groan of pleasure when her girlfriend’s lips met the sensitive skin of her neck. “I… Ironic, calling me insatiable when you’re the one who saved the bottle for this.”

Ursula stopped what she was doing and straightened back up. Doris couldn’t help but let a mischievous grin pull at her lips when she saw the irritated yet amused look upon Ursula’s face.

“Alright, I see how it is.”

Before she knew what was happening, Doris found herself being flipped over until her chest was pressed against the countertop. She felt Ursula’s hands upon her hips, firmly holding her in place.

“Not going to try and move, are you?” she heard Ursula ask from above her. Doris quickly shook her head. “Good. Don’t sass me again, got it?”

Doris didn’t get a chance to respond. Ursula had grabbed both the waistband of her pants and underwear and shoved them down. The sudden feeling of cool air hitting her skin made Doris rub her thighs together, already desperate for any kind of friction.

“Like I said,” Ursula murmured, “insatiable.” Despite her exasperated tone, she reached a hand down to squeeze Doris’s ass. When she let out a low moan, she heard Ursula suck in a sharp intake of breath. The other woman wasn’t as unaffected as she seemed—she rarely was.

“Please, Ursula,” Doris breathed. “More.” She could feel the familiar heat of arousal snaking its way through her body.

“You’re just gonna keep proving me right, aren’t you?” Ursula likely meant the remark to be teasing, but her voice was husky with arousal of her own. It took every bit of Doris’s strength not to jolt her hips toward the counter.

At last, Ursula leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Doris’s waist and pressing yet another kiss to her neck. Doris instantly arched her back; she wanted to feel every inch of her girlfriend’s body against her own. When she turned her head, she found Ursula staring back at her expectantly. It only took a moment for Doris to crush her lips against hers. They both moaned when Ursula slipped her tongue into her mouth.

Doris felt her whole body give a jerk when, without warning, one of Ursula’s hands delved between her legs. The other woman pulled away to huff out a chuckle.

“So wet already.”

“Your fault,” Doris shot back, panting.

Ursula rolled her eyes good-naturedly. She grabbed Doris’s shoulders and pushed her back down onto the countertop. “Stay there this time.”

Doris nodded, but any semblance of a witty remark left her when Ursula abruptly shoved two fingers inside her. She cried out, hands clawing at the countertop and trying fruitlessly to find purchase.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. It hasn’t been that long since we fucked, has it?” Knowing Doris was in no state to give her a coherent response, Ursula continued without pause. “Before we get to the main event, I have to warm you up, though. Can’t have my girl in too much pain.” She leaned closer to whisper in Doris’s ear, “Even though I know you like it.”

All Doris could do was let out an incomprehensible moan. Ursula’s fingers were still as deep inside her as they could possibly go; she twisted them slightly, and Doris had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out again.

Over the next few minutes, Ursula stretched and moved her fingers inside of her. Doris knew it would take only a faint touch of her clit to make her come undone—her breathing was labored and her chest was starting to tighten. At one point, Ursula had added a third finger, but Doris hardly noticed.

What felt like an eternity later, Doris heard some rustling from above her. For just a second, she thought relief was in sight.

She was wrong.

Without warning, Ursula took her fingers out of Doris, the sound they made wet and obscene as they slid past her entrance. Doris felt her cheeks flush. However, her attention was soon captured by the abrupt sensation of emptiness. She groaned in frustration.

Ursula’s only response was a quiet chuckle. Right after that, Doris froze—she’d just heard the sound of glass scraping against the countertop, followed by a faint pop. The wine bottle.

Once again, Ursula pressed her body against Doris’s back. “Are you ready?”

All Doris could manage was a faint nod.

And, with that, she felt the rim of the wine bottle prod against her entrance.

It was just like that night—but, in so many ways, it wasn’t. Neither of them were drunk this time, so they’d remember it perfectly. There would be no muddled images or forgotten sensations. They were present. Doris’s desperation only grew once she realized that.

Ursula seemed to sense it as well. She pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to Doris’s neck. It was quite the contrast; they both knew the next few moments would be anything but gentle.

Slowly, the neck of the wine bottle began to push inside Doris. It was about the size of Ursula’s three fingers, but it was colder, firmer, somehow. Even so, the delicious stretch of it took away all of Doris’s thoughts. Everything had been replaced with a searing sense of pleasure.

“Oh… Oh my God,” she breathed, clutching at the countertop again. Her teeth dug harshly into her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the sounds vying to escape her. The attempt was proven fruitless when Ursula pushed the bottle even further inside her: Doris instantly let out a keening moan.

“That’s it,” Ursula said quietly, her own arousal obvious in her voice. She was breathing almost as hard as Doris. Was… Was she touching herself? That thought only made Doris’s sounds of pleasure louder.

She jerked her hips against the bottle, but Ursula held it in a firm grip. “Not… Not so fast,” she panted. Yes, she was definitely touching herself. “Take it slow.”

And so she did. Doris gasped for breath as Ursula slowly pushed the neck of the bottle further and further inside her. The whole time, Doris’s arousal was almost unbearable.

After what felt like an eternity, it bottomed out: The widest part of the bottle was pressed flush in between her legs. The utter fullness Doris now felt made her let out a string of moans. The sight of it had apparently affected Ursula just as much—Doris could hear the wet sounds of her hand working furiously between her legs. She moaned even louder.

“You look—Oh, my God—so good, filled up like that,” Ursula said with a deep moan. “Oh, my—fuck!” Doris could only tighten her heat around the bottle as she heard Ursula come undone behind her. The thought that it was because of the sight of her made Doris impossibly more desperate.

“Please…” Doris managed to whimper. She bucked her hips, feeling the fullness within her once more.

Ursula pressed closer to her again. She felt the heaving of the other woman’s chest against her back. “I wanted to give you my full attention,” she murmured in Doris’s ear. “I want to see you—like this—fall apart by my own hand. I’m not forgetting a second of it.”

Doris tensed as Ursula’s hand slipped in front of her and then dipped in between her legs. Her arousal was now spilling down her thighs; Ursula paid it no attention. Her fingers quickly found Doris’s clit and began to frantically circle it.

“Yes… Yes…” Doris’s words dissolved into sounds of pleasure as she finally felt herself crashing over the edge. It was one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had. Doris’s whole body shook with the force of it, her walls clenching and unclenching around the bottle until she came down from her high at last. She slumped against the countertop, chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

What could’ve been seconds or minutes later, Ursula whispered, “Relax, Doris.” She did, and she felt her girlfriend gently pull the bottle out of her. She set it on the counter next to Doris, who, mortified, saw that its entire neck was soaked with her arousal.

Ursula, noticing her wide eyes, chuckled. “I’m impressed. You did so well, really.”

Doris flushed at both the praise and the sight of the bottle. She looked away shyly and murmured something Ursula apparently didn’t catch.

“What was that?”

“I said, you should save wine bottles more often.”

Chapter Text

It wasn’t rare for Billie Dean to wake with a smile on her face—not when she woke next to her beloved Nora. While the ghost didn’t need to sleep, she could if so desired. So, to fit Billie’s schedule, she joined the medium whenever she slumbered.

One such morning, Billie opened her eyes to see Nora’s own staring back at her. They shared a loving gaze before Billie wrapped her arms around her.

“Good morning,” she murmured into Nora’s soft golden hair. “Did you sleep well?”

Nora chuckled. “Yes.”

“What’s so funny?” Billie asked, tone full of mischief.

“You know why. I’m dead, darling. I don’t necessarily have good or bad sleep. I just… do.”

“I know, I know. I was just trying to make conversation, that’s all.”

Nora leaned away to meet Billie’s amused stare, raising an eyebrow. “Why, have you run out of things to talk about? I never thought I’d see the day, Billie Dean.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny.”

After that, a comfortable silence fell, during which the two women rested in each other’s arms. Billie didn’t have any obligations, so they were free to while away the hours however they pleased. The medium couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be than in Nora’s arms. She felt more relaxed than she had in ages, and she was grateful to the ghost for indulging her—even though she knew her girlfriend enjoyed it as much as she did. Her sixth sense picked up on an immense aura of happiness radiating off of her, but she didn’t need that indicator to tell her what she already knew. She could feel Nora’s lips tilted upward in a huge grin from where they rested against the side of her neck.

Billie wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that; nonetheless, she enjoyed every moment of it. Before too long, however, Nora partially sat up and looked at her lover.

“Aren’t you hungry? We should go down to the kitchen.”

Laughing, Billie stretched her arms and sighed. “You’re right. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have been content to stay like this all day.”

“I know,” Nora answered, grinning. “But you should get up either way. We can do something enjoyable with your day off instead of lazing about up here.”

So they did just that, albeit rather begrudgingly, in Billie’s case. They ended up downstairs within the hour. With Nora by her side, Billie strolled into the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast nook.

The medium glanced outside the window. “It’s gorgeous out there today,” she mused, noting the bright sunlight reflecting in the dewy grass.

After a few more minutes of light conversation with Nora, she got up to grab something to eat from the refrigerator. They shared a bowl of fruit and observed the backyard, occasionally spotting a bird or even a rabbit.

Billie had been watching a small bird peck at the ground when she turned back toward Nora. The ghost had skewered a strawberry on her fork, lips parting to take a bite of the fruit. It wasn’t an overtly sensual act; still, Billie felt her heart skip a beat. The previous day, she’d had a vague idea of how she wanted to spend her day off with Nora, and now, it all came rushing back to her.

“What is it?”

Nora had noticed Billie’s distracted gaze lingering upon her. The ghost tiled her head ever-so-slightly, the gesture quite endearing. Billie couldn’t help but smile.

“Nothing,” she answered, still grinning as she went to eat some of her own breakfast. “It’s just—”

But she didn’t get a chance to finish. She was interrupted by a deafening clap of thunder, causing them both to stare at the window in surprise. As if someone had flipped a switch, the sunny outdoors soon transformed into a cloudy, torrential downpour.

“Well, there goes that,” Nora remarked offhandedly.

Billie chuckled. “Strange. I didn’t think it was supposed to rain today.”

“Oh, well.” Nora took another bite of her strawberry. After swallowing it—Billie tried not to stare at the delicate movement of her throat—she turned back to the medium. “I haven’t forgotten about a few seconds ago. What were you thinking about, looking at me like that?”

Billie tried to hide her smirk, but at Nora’s raised eyebrow, she knew she had failed miserably. “I… There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Really? I can’t imagine where this is going.” Nora’s lips tilted upward in a mischievous grin. “Is this about strawberries? You seemed rather transfixed on it.”

“Stop that,” Billie replied, amusement heavy in her tone. “You know what I was looking at.”

Nora shrugged. Her grin was still firmly upon her lips.

“You tease.” Billie set down her fork with a smirk. All thoughts of her meal abandoned, she crawled across the seats toward Nora. She didn’t break eye contact with the ghost once.

Instantly, Nora’s demeanor shifted. Billie could always detect when it did: When her eyes turned from mischievous to lustful; when her grin faltered just the tiniest bit. It made Billie’s anticipation mount even more.

“What… What are you doing?”

Billie chuckled darkly, and Nora swallowed nervously at the sound. She extended her sixth sense for a fraction of a second just to be sure—indeed, there were no other spirits nearby. “No one’s here. We have the kitchen all to ourselves,” she murmured as she finally reached her lover. Billie climbed into Nora’s lap, effectively straddling her. Heat pooled deep in her core when the ghost’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of scarlet.

“Are you sure?” Nora asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Chuckling once more, Billie smiled down at Nora before gently resting her hands on her lover’s shoulders. “Yes, sweetheart. Are you doubting my abilities?”

Nora quickly shook her head. “N—No.” She glanced around the room for a moment. “I…”

“We can always go back to the bedroom if you’d like. But, honestly, there’s no one nearby, honey.”

“No, it’s not that. I just…” Nora swallowed again and bit her lip thoughtfully. “I… I’m afraid I’ll be too loud.”

Billie’s eyebrows shot up, and she laughed in spite of herself. “Oh, Nora. I thought we were past that. Besides,” she said, leaning in even closer, “I doubt they’ve never heard us. You are quite loud, even in the privacy of our room. I really work you up, don’t I?”

At this, Nora actually moaned. Billie was quick to swallow the sound with her own mouth, kissing the other woman with as much force as she could muster. Billie tangled her hands in her hair; Nora’s hands instinctively settled on the medium’s waist.

Their lips moved desperately against each other’s for more than a few moments. Billie couldn’t help her hips from jolting forward every so often, Nora mirroring her at times.

She drew back slightly, Nora’s eyes wide as their gazes met. Both of them were out of breath, chests heaving flush against each other.

“I’ve been wanting to try something new with you,” Billie panted, looking between Nora’s bright blue eyes. “I think you’ll like it.”

Nora nodded, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “I trust you.”

“I trust you, too,” Billie answered sincerely. She began to kiss along Nora’s jaw and neck, evoking a number of wanton gasps from the ghost. “We should both be… pretty much completely undressed for it.”

“Of course you’d say that.”

Billie laughed against Nora’s collarbone. “Hey, it’s the truth. It’ll feel better for both of us that way.”

And so, they undressed each other in between kisses. Before too long, a pile of clothes lay on the floor next to them.

The medium rejoined her lover from where she’d leaned away to remove the last of her clothing. Billie took a sharp intake of breath; it was nearly impossible to focus when faced with Nora’s now bare form in front of her.

Nora’s voice snapped her out of her daze. However, the other woman’s voice was riddled with as much desire as was currently taking over Billie. “What was it that you wanted to try?"

“Well,” Billie began, trying not to laugh. No matter how she phrased it, she could already see Nora’s appalled reaction in her head. “When two women rub their cunts together—”

“Billie Dean!” Nora practically shrieked, her cheeks flushing violently. She stared at Billie with wide eyes.

“What?” Billie didn’t hold back her laughter any longer. She was grinning from ear-to-ear at Nora’s reaction, which she had predicted perfectly. “How else am I supposed to say it? I’m open to suggestions.” She leaned in and began to kiss down Nora’s jaw and neck again.

“I… I don’t know.”

Billie smiled against the column of her throat. “See?” She ran her teeth along Nora’s skin; the other woman emitted a soft gasp. “But does that sound like something you’d want to do?”

Nora squirmed underneath Billie’s touch. Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke. “Yes.”

“Thought so.” Pulling back slightly, Billie fixed her eyes on Nora’s face, which was still rather flushed. She was breathing heavily, and her expression was full of the same desire now coursing through the medium’s own body. Nora’s lust was so powerful that Billie’s sixth sense could detect it emanating off her. Billie loved it, though; rather than being overwhelming, it heightened the experience every time they were intimate with each other.

“Are you ready?”

Nora nodded, chest already heaving.

Billie chuckled. She leaned in to press a quick kiss to the ghost’s lips, then, with a gentle grip, she pushed her shoulders back so that she was fully leaning against the seat. Nora watched her with nothing short of attentiveness. Billie smiled, beginning to readjust herself. Instead of straddling both of Nora’s thighs, she moved her legs to surround only one of them.

Anticipation flooded Billie’s senses when she caught sight of Nora’s center. Her lover was visibly wet; that realization sent a thrill of heat straight to the medium’s core. She started to wedge Nora’s thighs further apart.

Billie met Nora’s eyes as she spread her legs and moved forward. She could feel the heat of the other woman’s core against her own, and the sensation was utterly intoxicating. Nora gasped as Billie inched closer and closer. The medium leaned in, cupped Nora’s jaw with her hands, and pressed a deep, bruising kiss to her lips

And, with that, she jerked her hips upward, closing the distance between their bodies.

Nora immediately moaned—Billie’s mouth swallowed the sound, but a groan of her own quickly followed. Because, despite all the times they’d been together, this was something entirely new. And it felt better than Billie ever thought it would.

Billie moved her hips forward again, and the feeling of Nora’s warm, dripping cunt against her own was beyond arousing.

“God,” the medium breathed, separating her lips from Nora’s to kiss her collarbone instead. Her mouth drifted down further to caress one of her breasts. Without pause, Billie ground against Nora once more, soon setting a slow, sensual pace against her lover’s body. On a particular deep thrust, she could’ve sworn she felt Nora’s swollen clit rub against her skin.

She must have been right; Nora let out a keening whine that was full of desperation. Billie didn’t hesitate to take one of her hardened nipples into her mouth—at that, the ghost’s cries only mounted in volume. Billie herself was breathing heavily and moaning at regular intervals.

“Holy… fuck.” Billie kissed her way back up toward Nora’s neck. “You feel so good.”

Nora started to voice her agreement, but was cut off by another groan when Billie thrusted forward again. The movement emitted a wet, obscene sound—they were both dripping onto the seats beneath them. At that, the ghost arched her spine and pressed even closer to her lover. Their bodies pressed flush against one another, breasts now touching. Both women let out sounds of pleasure.

Billie knew they were both close: Her and Nora’s breathing had quickened even more, and her own thrusts were becoming desperate and erratic. So, kissing Nora soundly on the mouth, she spread her legs wider and increased her pace until both of their clits were rubbing against each other.

With that, both of them crashed over the edge at the same time. Their moans were muffled by each other’s frantic mouths. Billie could actually feel Nora’s cunt fluttering against her own, drawing out even more sounds of pleasure from the both of them.

After a few moments, they both slowly began to come down from their highs. Billie leaned against Nora’s chest, and they wrapped their arms around each other instinctively. The only sound that filled the air was their combined gasps for breath.

Once she’d slightly regained her composure, Billie smirked and asked, “So, what did you think?”

Nora laughed, the sound equal parts fond and exasperated. “Do you even need to ask?”

Billie shook her head, nuzzling further into the crook of Nora’s neck.

She couldn’t think of a better way to have spent her day off.

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Doris laughed as Ursula tugged her by the arm through the extravagant hotel lobby. “Honestly, you’re too good to me.”

“Who says this is for you?” Ursula replied haughtily. “I love this place.” Despite her words, she turned around to give Doris a surprisingly genuine grin.

Rolling her eyes halfheartedly, Doris continued to follow her girlfriend. She felt slightly overwhelmed as they continued to walk through the gigantic building. There was just so much to look at—it was a dream come true for Doris, what with her passion for interior design. Every inch of the space provoked a sense of utter fascination within her.

“Come on,” Ursula murmured, gesturing in front of them. They were almost at the front desk.

Doris couldn’t suppress a wide smile. A week ago, she would have never thought she’d be in the lobby of the Four Seasons. When Ursula suggested an impromptu getaway to New York City and told her the name of the hotel, Doris recognized the name, of course. But, when she looked into it online, she grew even more excited. The pictures of the rooms were absolutely beautiful. She couldn’t wait to see them in person.

Her dreams would soon be a reality. The pair had finally reached the front desk, and Doris watched on interestedly as Ursula got their room key from the receptionist.

They stepped into the elevator, and even that small space was undeniably refined. Doris caught Ursula smiling out of the corner of her eye.

“What?”

Ursula laughed. “Nothing. I just knew you’d lose your mind as soon as you set foot in here.”

“Have you seen this place?” Doris answered, gesturing around them. “It’s amazing. I think you’re just immune to it after being in so many fancy hotels.”

“You have a point.” Taking on a softer tone, Ursula added, “Either way, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be half as fun without a certain someone for company.” Doris playfully nudged Ursula.

She didn’t argue with that.

At last, the elevator stopped, its doors sliding open soundlessly. The hallway of their designated floor lay before them. As they set off down the corridor, Doris could hardly contain her excitement at seeing the room where they’d be staying.

“And… here we are,” Ursula said triumphantly, holding out a key. They’d stopped in front of one of the pristine doors.

The door cracked open, and Doris couldn’t stifle an amazed gasp. The room was everything she’d hoped it would be. Most of the space was decked out in a soft shade of white, but its brightness was balanced out by the wooden tones of the room’s accents. Through the windows, they had an absolutely gorgeous view of the New York City skyline. The sun was already beginning to set on the horizon; it painted the sky with vibrant hues of orange and purple.

“This is incredible,” Doris breathed.

“Mhm. It’s pretty great.” Ursula crossed the room and indicated their suitcases in the corner. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. My favorite part: Our stuff is up here already.”

Doris shook her head in amusement. “Lazy.”

“Oh, please. You’d be complaining more than me if we had to lug it all the way up here.” Ursula closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around Doris, pulling her closer. “Come on. We should head back down to get some dinner.”

Grinning, Doris nodded and pressed a quick kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. “Sounds good.”

And so they did. Once they reached the lobby, they turned into an adjoining room which contained the bar and dining area. Yet again, Doris was absolutely stunned by how incredible every inch of the hotel looked. After a few more teasing remarks from Ursula, the pair sat down at a table and ordered an extravagant dinner.

Time passed in a blur. Before Doris knew it, the main course (a lavish seafood dish) was being whisked away to be replaced with an even more decadent cake. 

Sipping delicately from their wine glasses, the two women sat in comfortable silence after finishing their dessert. They decided to head back up to their room once they’d tipped their waitress and paid for their meal.

“Even the food here is fantastic,” Doris said as she flopped onto the gigantic king-sized bed. The mattress felt like a cloud enveloping her body; she stared up at the high ceiling in wonderment.

She heard Ursula chuckle from nearby. “Yeah. I could get used to this.

Doris playfully rolled her eyes, halfway sitting up to look at her girlfriend. “Oh, be quiet. You’re the one who’s been here before.”

Ursula leveled her with a challenging glare and raised eyebrow. However, before she could offer up a retort, her phone—which had been in her hand—vibrated. She glanced down at it and said, “Hold on. Let me make sure nothing’s on fire.”

“Always working,” Doris huffed, laying back down on the bed.

A few moments passed, and she could still hear Ursula tapping furiously at her phone. All the while, her girlfriend’s stare lingered in her mind. Her eyes had been full of a desire to put her in her place, as they usually were when Doris talked back to her. A sense of anticipation had been awakened deep within her.

The more she thought about how Ursula had left her unattended, the more schemes came to life in Doris’s mind. She knew she was being impatient; still, she tried to figure out what would best capture the other woman’s attention.

At last, the perfect idea came to her. She smirked from ear to ear.

Doris took a deep breath, focusing solely upon that look she so often got from Ursula. The heat of arousal quickly flared up within her. Still laying flat on her back, she let her hand snake beneath the waistband of her pants and underwear—she was already wet. Running her fingers up and down her slit, she let out a soft whine that was just loud enough for her girlfriend to hear.

She could practically sense the change in the room when Ursula noticed what she was doing. A tangible air of tension fell over the space, and Doris froze.

“Oh, fuck you.”

Doris couldn’t help but grin at the exasperated tone in Ursula’s voice. She listened expectantly as she heard the other woman loudly place her phone on the table and cross the room. Finally, Ursula came to stand over her. Her expression was one of irritation, but the undertone of lust in her hungry gaze was unmistakable. Doris sat up slowly.

“You’re so fucking impatient, aren’t you?”

Doris nodded. She bit her lip when Ursula glanced down at where her hand was still touching her cunt.

“Stop that.”

Instead of obeying her girlfriend’s command, Doris simply stared up at her. She grinned, waiting for Ursula to snap.

The other woman let out a frustrated sigh. “God,” she murmured, taking off her glasses and tossing them onto the nearest nightstand. “You are the single most needy person I’ve ever met in my life.”

“You like it, though,” Doris answered smugly. Her grin was slowly turning into a smirk.

Ursula rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

However, what she did next was at odds with her indifferent reply.

Doris cried out: Ursula’s mouth had suddenly descended upon her own. It was obvious her teasing had had the desired effect; Ursula, instead of standing in front of her, was now straddling her thighs, hands tangled in Doris’s hair. She fully smirked against her girlfriend’s lips, which only made Ursula kiss her harder. She placed her own hands upon Ursula’s waist.

“You’re insufferable,” Ursula breathed in between kisses. She brought up a hand to tilt Doris’s jaw upward, deepening the kiss even more. When Ursula’s tongue pressed against her lips, Doris quickly obliged the unspoken request. She opened her mouth and allowed their tongues to meet.

Both of them moaned at the contact. At that, Ursula pulled away, leaving Doris to stare up at her expectantly. The older woman stood up and began to walk across the room.

“What are you doing?” Doris asked, still out of breath.

Ursula didn’t answer. She merely kept walking until she reached the corner where their luggage sat. Rifling through one of the smaller suitcases, she pulled out an object that made Doris’s eyes widen. In spite of herself, she let out a shocked laugh.

“You’d better be glad they didn’t search our luggage.”

“This isn’t the fucking TSA. They wouldn’t do that.” Despite her harsh words, Ursula wore an amused expression.

Whatever semblance of humor in Ursula’s face disappeared the instant she started to approach her. Doris swallowed nervously.

“I… I didn’t know you brought that,” she said softly.

Ursula raised an eyebrow. Her eyes had taken on that hungry gleam again. “Of course I did. We’re going to have this whole fancy-ass room to ourselves, and you thought I wouldn’t bring the fucking strap?”

Doris opened her mouth to speak, but she was silenced by Ursula’s lips on her own; they picked up right where they left off.

The next few moments were filled with intermittent kisses while they both undressed. When they were finally fully rid of their clothes, Doris watched as Ursula began to put the strap-on’s harness around her waist. She climbed onto the mattress and sat back against the pillows.

All she had to do was raise an eyebrow. Doris was quick to follow, climbing onto her lap obediently.

“So now you listen,” Ursula muttered, grabbing her girlfriend’s waist to pull her closer. Doris gasped at the contact. “Remember, this is what you asked for.” She didn’t let Doris get a word in; instead, she merely slammed her mouth onto hers.

Their bodies intertwined once more. As Doris leaned into Ursula’s touch, the other woman’s hands began to travel upward, caressing the small of her back. Doris twined her own arms around Ursula’s neck, consequently deepening the kiss.

When Ursula shifted her hips, Doris’s attention was brought to the object between her legs. She took a sharp breath: The strap-on had brushed the inside of her thigh, sending even more arousal coursing through her.

Ursula, perceptive as always, immediately noticed her reaction. “You ready?” She smirked against Doris’s lips.

Doris managed a faint nod. Her breathing was starting to become frantic—as was her desire for the woman beneath her.

Ursula started to kiss down the side of her neck. Doris tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her skin to her ravenous lips. One of Ursula’s hands suddenly reached between Doris’s legs. She couldn’t help but let out a low moan as the other woman’s fingers delved inside her.

To Doris’s disappointment, the sensation quickly vanished. Ursula pulled away from her neck and held her fingers in between them. They were drenched with Doris’s arousal.

“So wet already,” Ursula mused.

She held her fingers even closer to Doris’s face, and she instinctively opened her mouth. The younger woman couldn’t help but groan as Ursula watched her with eyes full of pure desire.

“That taste good?” When Doris nodded, Ursula removed her fingers and replaced them with her own mouth. She hummed her approval as her tongue delved past Doris’s lips.

Ursula’s brief touch had set Doris’s body alight. She was becoming increasingly desperate for her girlfriend’s touch. “Ursula,” she moaned in between kisses, “please…”

To her relief, Ursula took pity on her. Hands settling on Doris’s waist again, she started to shift her body. Doris took a deep breath when she felt the strap brush against her center. Ursula reached down to adjust it once more. A beat of silence passed—Doris could feel herself practically vibrating with anticipation.

Then, with a hard thrust upward from Ursula, the strap pushed inside her.

Ursula’s mouth was still pressed firmly against her own; it swallowed the sharp cry Doris made at the sensation. The other woman let out a faint sound as well, which only spurred Doris on.

She let herself sink down onto the strap, breathing heavily all the while. Eventually, it bottomed out within her—her thighs were pressed flush against Ursula’s now.

“I want to hear you.” Her girlfriend pulled away, beginning to kiss down the column of Doris’s throat again. She sucked a mark into the junction between her neck and shoulder.

Doris threw her head back, letting out a keening whine. The feeling of Ursula’s strap so deep inside her as well as her lips upon her neck was almost too much to bear. At the same time, though, she wanted more: She raised her hips up until only the tip of the strap was inside her. Then, she slammed back down onto it. The cry that clawed its way up her throat was embarrassingly loud.

However, Ursula seemed to think the opposite. Her hips jolted forward, inadvertently thrusting the strap deeper inside Doris. It brushed against the spot that made her see stars, and her spine arched at the delectable sensation.

“God,” she breathed, arms twined around Ursula’s neck keeping her steady. Doris lifted her hips up again, then slammed them back down. She did it again and again until she’d set a steady pace.

Ursula’s lips ghosted the swell of her breast. “That’s it,” she murmured into her skin. “Ride me.” Doris thought she would come undone on the spot when she took a hardened nipple into her mouth.

Doris kept riding Ursula’s strap, her praise urging her on. Before long, the only sounds in the hotel room were Doris’s heavy breathing and the obscenities coming from the strap sliding in and out of her.

A familiar sensation was beginning to form at the base of Doris’s spine. “Please,” she murmured, unsure of what she was begging for—she just knew she needed more. She cried out when a particularly deep thrust left her reeling.

Ursula seemed to know what she needed. Lips once again upon her neck, she let one of her hands snake between Doris’s thighs to firmly rub her swollen clit.

That was all it took. Before she knew it, she was crashing over the edge, a string of moans spilling past her lips. Doris’s orgasm ripped through her, spine arching and hands grasping desperately at the other woman’s shoulders. Ursula kissed her jaw and neck all the while, still rubbing her clit gently until the aftershocks subsided.

Doris sagged against Ursula’s chest. She was gasping for air; she could still feel herself twitching around the strap.

Her pulse had just stopped racing when Ursula flipped them over.

“Ur—Ursula?” she stammered, looking up at her girlfriend’s face. Her heart skipped a beat at Ursula’s devious expression. Just like that, Doris’s arousal had returned in full force.

“You can take it, can’t you?” Ursula said softly, tilting her head. “One more?”

Doris nodded without a second thought. “Please…”

“What did I say?” Ursula laughed, the sound sending a jolt of heat to Doris’s very core. Even so, the older woman was breathing heavily from desire. “So fucking needy.”

Apparently, she needed to get off as much as Doris did. She began thrusting into her without warning. Doris cried out, once again grasping at her shoulders to keep herself steady. Even so, she could feel herself being pushed up the bed with every thrust, the strap pounding deep inside of her. The headboard banged against the wall all the while. Ursula’s face was contorted with pleasure—Doris knew a small part of the harness was rubbing against her clit with just enough pressure. That thought, combined with the strap burying itself deep inside her, made her moan.

She could tell Ursula was close. Her thrusts, still as strong as ever, were becoming more and more erratic. Finally, she let out a low, keening whine. Doris could feel her thighs shaking against her, and the sensations and sounds of it all were so erotic that she came undone for the second time that night.

A few moments later, Ursula had fallen against her chest; both women were breathing heavily in the afterglow of their orgasms.

Doris kissed the top of Ursula’s head and wrapped her arms around her. “I… I’m glad you brought that,” she panted, laughing softly.

Ursula sat up and met her gaze, smirking. “Yeah, whatever. I still shouldn’t have rewarded you for being so damn impatient.”

Laughing, Doris leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. “I can’t help it. You know that.”

“Alright, alright. How about round three in the shower?”

Doris’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re insatiable.” Even so, she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea, and Ursula seemed to sense that.

“I’m the insatiable one?”

“Fine, we both are.” Doris laughed again. “Let’s go take that shower.”

Chapter Text

Nora looked herself over in the floor-length mirror one last time. A sense of anxiety washed over her as she stared at her body.

For, reflected back at her in all its glory, was herself, clad in a revealing set of lingerie that was the polar opposite of the regal dresses she usually wore. Her golden hair cascaded down her back and chest, but it didn’t provide much coverage. It was unnerving to see so much of her skin showing despite not being fully undressed. Even so, she had a reason for this—one that was all too important to her.

Billie Dean was off recording the final episode of her television show’s current season. It was a momentous occasion for everyone involved, especially the medium. So, in the spirit of celebration, she’d decided to surprise her girlfriend with the lingerie now adorning her scantily-clad body. Nora still remembered when Billie had given her the set…

After a long day out shopping, Billie had finally returned to the Murder House. She had a variety of packages in her hands; she sat them all down except for one slender box.

“Here,” she said, handing it to Nora. “I saw this out and… thought of you.” Her lips had tilted upward in a wicked smirk.

Nora cautiously reached out for the box. She trusted Billie with her life, of course, but the devious expression on her face made her slightly wary. Her suspicions were proven to be correct when she lifted the lid off the box.

“Billie Dean!” she hissed, instantly closing the package. Nora’s cheeks had flushed at the mere sight of the revealing garments.

The medium merely chuckled. “I thought you might like them. Maybe you can wear them on a special occasion.” She lit and took a drag of a cigarette, but the piercing look in her eyes stayed with Nora for longer than she’d like to admit.

And so, when Billie had left that morning for the final day of shooting, Nora had thought it was the perfect opportunity to wear the lacy black lingerie. She had said to wear them on a special occasion… Nora figured that this counted as special.

She practically jumped out of her skin when she heard the front door open from downstairs. Instantly, her heart began to pound; any second, Billie would be looking for her—perhaps she’d already detected her location with her sixth sense. If she had, she’d definitely sense the aura of anxiety emanating off of Nora as well. The ghost tried to steady her breathing, but she was both too nervous and too full of anticipation for that.

Heeled footsteps were making their way up the grand staircase. Before she knew it, they approached the bedroom door and came to a stop. The doorknob began to turn.

Nora turned around. Billie Dean was staring back at her with one of the biggest smirks she’d ever seen.

“Well, what have we here?” the medium asked playfully, setting her bag down and beginning to cross the room. “Is this all for me?”

Nora nodded slowly. “I… I thought I’d surprise you. It’s your last day of shooting, and…” She trailed off.

Billie’s smirk only grew as she closed the distance between them. “You look gorgeous, honey,” she said, wrapping her arms around the ghost and pressing a loving kiss to her lips; Nora blushed. “I was wondering why you were so nervous.” So she’d picked up on that after all. “There’s no reason to be, you know. You look gorgeous, really.”

Nora couldn’t help but smile, cheeks still warm to the touch. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” Billie kissed her again. When she pulled away again, Nora noticed that her gaze had become hungry and full of desire. The medium made her way over to the bed and sat down, crossing her legs. “Turn around, honey. Let me look at you.”

Quickly obliging, Nora turned around in a slow circle to let her lover admire her. All the while, she could feel her cheeks—and her whole body, for that matter—beginning to heat up.

When she met Billie’s eyes again, Nora bit her lip nervously. All she saw in her lover’s gaze was pure, unadulterated desire. The medium smirked, beckoning her closer. Nora closed the distance between them and straddled her lap.

Billie didn’t waste a second; she instantly wrapped her arms around Nora and began running her lips along her neck. “You didn’t have to do all this for me, you know,” she murmured in between kisses.

“I… I wanted to do something special for you,” Nora breathed, leaning into Billie’s intoxicating touch.

“Well, thank you for that.” Billie pulled away. For a fraction of a second, she allowed sincerity to shine through in her gaze: She was truly grateful for the gesture, and that meant the world to Nora. Soon enough, though, Billie had pressed her lips to Nora’s once again.

They spent the next few minutes with their bodies intertwined, hands wandering and caressing every inch of skin they could reach. Billie finally pulled away and chuckled when Nora let out a disappointed whine.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” the medium murmured. She shifted her attention toward the lingerie Nora was wearing. “God, you look gorgeous. And it fits you perfectly.” Billie ran a tantalizing finger along the hem of Nora’s bra. At last, she reached around her back to unclasp the garment.

As soon as Nora’s chest was free from its constraints, Billie began peppering the newly exposed skin with heated kisses. Nora let out an even louder whine. Needing to hold on to something, the ghost tangled her hands in her lover’s blonde hair.

Billie continued running her lips along the swell of Nora’s breasts. Before long, she took one of her already hardened nipples into her mouth. Nora instantly let out a string of moans at the delectable sensation. She could’ve sworn she felt the vibrations of a similar groan from Billie against her skin.

“Please,” Nora found herself whimpering. “Billie… Oh, God—”

The medium had cupped her through her underwear, making her cut herself off with a keening moan. Nora jolted her hips toward the featherlight touch; she needed more.

“Patience, honey, patience.” Billie brought her other hand up to Nora’s face, caressing her cheek before pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to her lips.

Nora wasn’t sure how much time passed, but she certainly tried her best to be patient. Billie continued kissing her neck, her collarbone, her breasts—any part of her her lips could reach. All the while, Nora grew needier and needier. The wetness steadily forming in between her thighs was becoming almost unbearable.

“Billie, I need you.” She rutted her hips forward once more. Billie’s hands rested on her waist, out of reach from where she needed them most. “Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” Billie murmured against her jaw. The ghost could feel the other woman’s lips tilting upward in a smug smirk.

Nora groaned; the sound was halfway between desperation and exasperation. “You know what I meant.”

“Do I?” The medium pulled away completely, meeting Nora’s gaze. Her honey-brown eyes revealed only lust… and perhaps a hint of amusement, too.

“Yes,” Nora hissed, moving her hips again. She was desperate for any form of friction between her thighs.

“I’m not sure I do.” Billie leaned toward her, only stopping when her lips were ghosting the shell of her ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Nora took a sharp breath. She should’ve known that was what her girlfriend was getting at—Billie loved hearing her normally sophisticated tongue talk in a vulgar manner. The effect it had on the other woman was absolutely profound: In the few times Nora had indulged her in the past, it had gotten her soaked in no time at all.

At that moment, Nora made up her mind. It was a special occasion, after all; she supposed she should continue to indulge Billie.

It was as if the medium could sense the thoughts brewing behind Nora’s eyes, and she realized she probably could. Billie’s lips had tilted upward impossibly further.

“That’s it.” Billie pressed a quick kiss to her lover’s lips. “Tell me what you want. You know how I love to hear your pretty mouth talk so filthy…”

Nora felt her core clench around nothing at those words. She swallowed thickly, trying to regain her composure before she spoke.

“I want… I want you to fuck me.” 

Billie took an audible breath at that—her pupils were instantly blown with desire. Without hesitation, she crushed her lips against Nora’s, swallowing the ghost’s moan of satisfaction.

It wasn’t long before Billie slipped deft fingers beneath the waistband of Nora’s underwear. Both women gasped when the medium discovered the vast wetness between Nora’s thighs.

“God,” Billie breathed against Nora’s lips. All Nora could do was let out a faint whimper, hoping it would urge her onward.

She wasn’t left waiting for long: Billie’s fingers were quick to brush against her clit. Nora began to pant in earnest as her lover’s lips moved downward to kiss at her jaw and neck once more.

“More,” Nora huffed. Billie’s fingers were still teasing her clit, but not nearly enough for any actual relief. “Billie…”

Billie had finally had enough of teasing, and Nora couldn’t have been more grateful. In the next few moments, the medium’s fingers traveled downward still until they reached her entrance. Nora bit her lip, trying to hold back an embarrassingly loud sound of desperation.

“None of that, darling.” Billie kissed her neck reassuringly. “Let me hear you.”

Nora obliged; she knew better than to defy her lover in the throes of passion. She’d learned that lesson the hard way, no matter how much it excited her. So, when Billie let three slender fingers easily slip inside her up to the knuckle, Nora didn’t hold back the moan that clawed its way up her throat.

“Good girl,” Billie murmured, and Nora practically shuddered at the praise. The medium knew just how to rile her up, and Nora wouldn’t have it any other way.

Before long, Billie’s fingers began furiously pumping in and out of her. The wet sounds they made as they moved coaxed even more sounds out of Nora, and even a few from Billie herself. The ghost’s hips had begun rocking against Billie’s hand in earnest now, riding her fingers as they twisted and curled inside her.

“I’m close,” Nora whined, leaning forward to bury her face against Billie’s shoulder. The heat building at the base of her spine was almost overwhelming. “Please, God—”

Billie finally allowed the heel of her palm to apply pressure to Nora’s clit. The medium pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder, her other hand firmly planted on her frantically moving waist to hold her in place.

“So good for me,” Billie whispered against Nora’s neck. “Come for me, darling.”

Those words, along with a particularly deep thrust, were enough to send Nora spiraling over the edge. She cried out, her whole body spasming as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hips continued to jerk against Billie’s fingers as she rode out the rest of her orgasm; Billie murmured gentle praises into her skin while she came down from her high.

At last, Nora’s breathing began to return to a semblance of normalcy. Her chest heaved against Billie, and she nuzzled even further into the crook of her lover’s neck.

“You alright?” came Billie’s low voice.

Nora pulled away, meeting the medium’s loving gaze. She nodded and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Never better.”

“I’m glad.” Billie raised her hand to soothingly rub at the small of Nora’s back. “Thank you for the surprise, honey.” She grinned. “It was, without a doubt, the best part of my day.”

“Really?” Nora couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows at that declaration.

Billie chuckled. “Yes, really.” She kissed her again, more deeply this time. “In case it wasn’t clear, I love you much more than my show.”

Nora felt herself blush; she glanced away sheepishly. “That… means a lot to me.” She met Billie’s eyes and smiled. “I love you too, Billie Dean.”

The medium grinned back at her—her eyes reflected the admiration that she couldn’t put into words. At that moment, Nora knew she couldn’t imagine a better way to have celebrated Billie’s achievement.

She knew that, without a doubt, the other woman felt the exact same way.

Chapter Text

“Wait, wait, stop—I didn’t mean to, I swear—”

Margaret dug her heels into the ground as Montana and Xavier both tightened their grips on her. She grunted and groaned, increasing her efforts to escape her captors. However, her attempts continued to be futile.

“I told you, I didn’t mean to,” Margaret repeated, out of breath. “Please, please don’t take me to her. You know she’s—”

“The only one who can put you in your place,” Xavier cut in with a laugh.

“Yup.” Montana nodded cheerfully. “I don’t know what she does to you in there, but it always seems to shut you up. Y’know, that woman is growing on me.”

“Same. Never thought I’d see the day—”

“Shut up!” Both former counselors rolled their eyes at Margaret’s furious exclamation.

Montana let out a loud cackle as Margaret thrashed wildly. “Aw, is someone mad that their actions have consequences?”

“Fuck you,” Margaret snarled through gritted teeth. Still, she couldn’t deny the truth in the younger woman’s words.

She had fucked up. Royally.

After so long of being on a constant death watch by the ghosts of Camp Redwood, Margaret had finally done it—she’d gotten a chance to live in peace. Through various… methods, Margaret had convinced everyone to leave her alone for a bit. And so, she gave them an offer: If she proved to them that she wouldn’t cause any trouble, they’d put an end to the death watch. To her surprise, every single ghost had accepted her terms. Knowing their infuriating consciences, they were probably just tired of the bloodshed.

Margaret, on the other hand, was not. She enjoyed her newfound freedom for a few days, of course, but she soon grew bored. She knew it would be beyond idiotic to squander her hard-earned peace; still, her bloodlust persisted. It kept her on edge every waking moment. All it took was that irritating hiker crossing her path for her to snap. She’d easily slit his throat with a knife she’d pickpocketed from the kitchen.

It was as if the ghosts had been watching her, which was probably exactly what had happened. Because, as soon as her victim’s body had hit the ground, Montana and Xavier appeared out of thin air to haul her away. And, unfortunately, she knew exactly where they were taking her.

Margaret was running out of ideas. “Please,” she begged, glancing between the ghosts on either side of her. “You know him, he’s fucking annoying. I was having a hard time—”

“So you killed him?” Xavier shot back, grimacing and shaking his head. “Man, poor Jonas. You’re the one who killed him back in the seventies, and you’re still giving him a headache. Literally. Maybe he wouldn’t be so annoying if people like you would just stop killing him.”

Montana laughed again. “Right? If I were him, I’d have wigged out a long time ago. He’s still pretty chill, though.”

Her captors continued to blather on about the hiker. “Fuck my life,” Margaret murmured, still being dragged along the forest trail. The sickening sensation of defeat was slowly settling in. She’d made a mess of things, and now she had to pay the price.

Eventually, the place Margaret had been dreading came into sight between the trees. A dilapidated cabin loomed in front of the small group. They only came to a stop when they were right in front of the door.

“Well, here we are,” Xavier remarked casually. “Have fun in there, Margs. You’ve earned it!”

The two ghosts abruptly let go of Margaret. She tumbled to the ground in a sniveling heap.

She caught a glimpse of Montana’s jovial wave as she strolled away with Xavier. “See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya!”

Margaret grumbled a string of expletives. Those assholes were going to pay. The second she escaped, it was their throats she was going to be slitting instead of that hiker’s.

She froze when the door suddenly swung open in front of her.

“Pathetic.”

The sound of that voice paired with the sight of a long, snow-white nightgown sent a shiver through Margaret. No, not again.

Margaret slowly looked up. She was met with the cold, unforgiving eyes of the Lady in White.

“Lavinia, please,” Margaret said, voice shaking uncontrollably. She shook her head in protest. “No, don’t, I didn’t mean to—”

“To what?” Lavinia sneered, blue eyes ice-cold. “Slit a man’s throat?”

Margaret scoffed. “We’re all already dead.”

Out of nowhere, Lavinia grabbed her shoulders in a shockingly strong grip. She hauled her inside the cabin and slammed her against the nearest wall.

“There will be none of that. Do you understand me?”

Margaret swallowed nervously and nodded. Any clever retorts she’d thought up quickly vanished—the sunlight filtering through the walls cast Lavinia’s elegant features in a terrifying shadow.

“Good.” Lavinia raised a threatening brow. “Now, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Margaret bit her lip. After a beat of silence, she managed to shake her head.

The other woman scoffed, letting go of her so quickly that she almost fell to the ground again. “You’re utterly hopeless, aren’t you? I gave you my time and effort. After I asked to take over your death watch, I had the misfortune of becoming fond of you. You’re so hopeless and pathetic that I couldn’t help but feel sorry for you.” She sneered again. “And then, I worked to convince the others, whose hatred for you runs so deeply, to give you a second chance. And what did you do?”

At her meaningful pause, Margaret said quietly, “I… I… ruined it.”

“That’s right.” Lavinia turned around, and suddenly Margaret was the sole object of her attention again. She almost staggered on the spot despite pressing her back firmly against the wall. Margaret hated how beautiful Lavinia was. It wasn’t fair—the harbinger of her suffering shouldn’t have the face of an angel. She didn’t think she’d ever hated someone more.

Lavinia must have noticed the resurgent fury in Margaret’s expression. She simply raised an eyebrow. “I saved you. You wasted your chance at a peaceful existence, and you must be dealt with. You should just be grateful that I am the one carrying out your punishment. The others would be far less merciful than what I have planned for you.” She paused significantly. “And so I ask you: Are you going to make this difficult?”

“Fuck you.”

“I said, are you going to make this difficult?”

It wasn’t hard to detect the underlying threat in Lavinia’s tone. As much as Margaret wanted to fight, to claw, to scream… she knew she couldn’t. She’d have to take whatever Lavinia had in store for her. And, afterward, she would undoubtedly be thrown back into the clutches of that horrid death watch. Then, and only then, would Margaret be able to work toward a third chance, and that was if she was lucky; she’d made a grave error that no one was soon to forget.

Margaret took a deep breath. She was as ready as she’d ever be. “No.”

“Alright. Now that that’s settled,” Lavinia said, crossing the small room, “come here.” She sat down on the sizable crate in the corner.

“Huh?”

“Have you lost your hearing now, too?” Lavinia impatiently beckoned her forward. “I won’t hesitate to drag you over here. Hurry up.”

While that idea wasn’t entirely unappealing, Margaret did as she was told. Once she stood in front of the other woman, she asked, “What are you going to do to me?” She cursed the faint tremor in her voice.

A small smirk pulled at the corners of Lavinia’s lips, and Margaret hated the terror that coursed through her. Out of all the monsters trapped in this camp, the Lady in White was the only one that could truly inspire fear within Margaret Booth.

Instead of answering, Lavinia simply studied her for a moment. Her eyes were scrutinizing, and it took all Margaret had not to shift anxiously on the spot. She concentrated on evening out her breathing; it was the only thing keeping her sane.

And then, Lavinia struck.

Margaret had been in the middle of taking a breath, so her captor’s advance had caught her entirely off guard. The next thing she knew, she had been pulled down into the other woman’s lap by the collar of her blouse, Lavinia’s lips firmly upon her own.

In her state of shock, all Margaret could do was cry out. The sound was quickly swallowed by Lavinia’s mouth. Not knowing what else to do, Margaret reciprocated; she allowed her lips to open ever-so-slightly, and a ravenous tongue instantly pushed into her mouth. Margaret would have been bolder if she wasn’t so frightened by what was to come—she remained mostly motionless. Still, this wasn’t the first time such events had transpired between them. Instinctively, Margaret clutched at Lavinia’s shoulders. The other woman’s hands had long since moved to rest upon her waist.

Slowly but surely, the familiar sensations of arousal began to creep up on Margaret. Her fears of Lavinia’s punishment gradually made their way to the back of her mind. Instead, she became preoccupied with the growing heat between her legs. Her hips jerked forward almost of their own accord. She let out a series of faint groans against Lavinia’s lips, which were still moving incessantly against hers.

Lavinia chuckled, the sound muffled against Margaret’s mouth. “So eager,” she murmured between kisses. “I always forget how much we loathe each other in moments like these. You get so… needy.”

Margaret pulled away, panting for breath. “Just shut up and fuck me already.”

“In case you’ve forgotten,” Lavinia said, voice once again low and threatening, “you’re in no position to be making demands. I can do whatever I want to you.” She ran a tantalizing finger along Margaret’s jaw. “And if that involves pleasuring you, then I will.”

Before Margaret could respond, Lavinia was on her again—this time, her lips had attached to her neck. Instead of a biting retort, all that left Margaret’s lips was a pathetic, keening moan. Lavinia huffed out a breath of amusement as her mouth sucked and bit at the sensitive skin of Margaret’s throat.

“Please,” Margaret found herself begging. “Please, Lavinia—”

She was cut off by her own exclamation when Lavinia’s hand delved beneath the waistband of her pants. She cupped her through her underwear, and Margaret’s hips instantly jerked against her hand.

“God, please…”

Lavinia pushed her underwear to the side and dragged two fingers up and down her slit. Margaret bit her lip in an attempt to quiet an embarrassingly loud moan, but the sound still reverberated in her throat. Any ghosts nearby were sure to know what was transpiring within the cabin.

Margaret’s desperation was growing by the second; she would be humiliated if she’d had anything left to lose. And so, when Lavinia finally slipped her fingers further inside her to brush against her clit, she didn’t hold back her cry of pleasure.

She slumped against Lavinia’s shoulder, breaths coming in quick gasps. When the other woman’s fingers applied even more pressure to her clit, she felt her spine arch of its own accord.

“More,” Margaret breathed. “More.”

She could practically hear Lavinia’s eyeroll. Still, she obliged. Margaret was left keening when two fingers pushed past her entrance and twisted inside her.

The telltale signs of her orgasm were steadily approaching. Margaret leaned against Lavinia as much as she could. The combined sensations of her thumb against her clit and her fingers pumping in and out of her were almost too much to bear. There, there, she almost had it… She could feel the beginnings of pleasure washing over her…

And then, Lavinia stopped.

It was so abrupt that it took Margaret a moment to realize what had happened. She was left practically trembling, leaning against Lavinia in a sweating heap.

It dawned on her all at once. This was her punishment.

She pulled back to meet the other woman’s inquisitive eyes. “Are you serious?” Margaret tried to put as much venom in her tone as she could. However, with arousal still coursing through her veins, her attempt was mostly futile.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Oh, fuck you,” Margaret laughed bitterly. She moved her hips forward as much as she could; Lavinia’s fingers were still inside her. Maybe she was mistaken. Maybe this wasn’t her punishment. If she could just get a little more friction…

Lavinia gave one of her huffs of amusement. She leaned in and began to kiss Margaret’s neck again. Her fingers started moving within her once more, and it was as if she’d never stopped. Maybe Lavinia had merely been teasing her. When her thumb brushed against her clit in just the right spot, Margaret allowed herself to believe that.

But, right when she was about to crash over the edge, Lavinia stopped altogether. Again.

“God, I hate you,” Margaret snarled, fingers digging into her adversary’s shoulders. Lavinia merely looked up at her with a deceptively calm expression. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”

Finally, a hint of smugness crept onto Lavinia’s face. Her lips twitched almost imperceptibly. “Honestly, I’m surprised it took you so long to catch on. You’re as dimwitted as you are pathetic.” She paused to give Margaret a once-over. “And you are very pathetic.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Oh?” Lavinia twisted her fingers, still knuckle-deep inside her. Margaret let out a high-pitched whine. “Is that so?”

Margaret gave up any pretense of putting up a fight. She needed to change tactics if she wanted the release she so desperately needed. “Please, please just let me come once,” she said in a single breath. “Then you can do whatever you want, please—”

“After how rude you just were?” Lavinia tutted mockingly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“Hm…” Lavinia once again twisted her fingers inside Margaret. “I’ll think about it.”

And think about it she did. Margaret was helpless as Lavinia brought her to the brink over and over, only to stop right when she was about to crash over the edge. It was pure torture. Every time, Margaret got her hopes up. Every time, Lavinia stopped at just the right moment.

It could’ve been ten minutes or ten hours that passed. In her lustful haze, all Margaret knew was that she was willing to sit through Lavinia’s punishment for as long as it took if it meant getting the relief she craved. She had to let her come eventually… right?

“Please,” Margaret whined for what felt like the hundredth time. She was still slumped helplessly against Lavinia’s chest. “Please, Lavinia…”

However, this time, something in the other woman’s posture was different. Margaret’s heart leaped in her chest—was her suffering finally at an end?

Lavinia merely laughed. The sound reverberated within Margaret’s very core. “You want it to be over?”

A beat of silence passed. Thoroughly unnerved, Margaret slowly nodded her head.

“Alright.”

Silence again. And then, Margaret found herself on the ground.

For a moment, she wasn’t sure what had happened. She was splayed, aching, on the dirt floor, so she’d obviously fallen. It all made sense when she saw the figure looming above her. Lavinia had pushed her to the ground.

“It’s done,” the Lady in White said matter-of-factly. “Your punishment.” She glanced around the cabin—judging by the light filtering through the wooden planks, the sun was beginning to set. “I’m going to find the others to discuss what to do with you. Though, is there really any other option?” She chuckled darkly.

“No… No,” Margaret stammered, propping herself up on her elbows. “Anything but the death watch. Please.”

Lavinia ignored her. She made her way toward the cabin’s door and opened it. Before she left, though, she turned back to face Margaret one last time.

“You stay here.” She appraised her for a moment. “Not that you’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.”

The last thing Margaret heard before Lavinia vanished was her disparaging, self-satisfied laughter.

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Footsteps behind Sally alerted her to someone’s presence. Judging by Liz’s knowing smile, she had a good guess as to who it was.

Turning around, she found that she was right: It was The Countess. She couldn’t suppress her own smile as the woman walked even closer and sat down next to her at the bar.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Sally asked with a devious grin.

“I don’t see why not.” The vampire turned to Liz and said, “A martini, please.”

Liz was quick to provide The Countess with her refreshment of choice. After that, the bartender vanished, likely to head down toward the front desk. Thanks to Iris and Liz’s tireless remodeling, the hotel was hosting more guests than ever. Still, to Sally’s relief, it wasn’t overly crowded—it was just busy enough to be considered successful.

The Countess leisurely sipped from her glass, and Sally watched, almost in a trance. The way her lips met the glass, the way her throat bobbed with every swallow… She noticed every movement, each one sending sparks of electricity throughout her body.

“I see you’re rather preoccupied,” The Countess said with a smirk, snapping the ghost out of her thoughts.

“Guess so.” Sally felt her own lips curl upward into a wicked grin. She moved to place a hand on her lover’s thigh, relishing in the almost imperceptible gasp it drew from the vampire. She was about to kiss her when Liz reappeared behind the bar.

“Sorry, ladies,” Liz said, obviously trying to leave as soon as possible. She picked up a spare room key she’d forgotten. “As you were.”

When the bartender had left, The Countess chuckled darkly. “Time for a change in scenery, don’t you think?”

Sally nodded and, just like that, the pair hurried toward the elevator. As soon as the doors slid closed in front of them, Sally was upon the other woman. She kissed her firmly, pressing her shoulders against the nearest wall. She could feel The Countess’s lips tilt upward in a smirk as she sighed in contentment.

When the doors slid open, they kissed intermittently all the way down the short hallway to the vampire’s penthouse. Sally begrudgingly parted long enough for her lover to open the towering doors and into the lavish main room. The Countess grabbed the ghost’s wrist and pulled her along into the bedroom as soon as she could. She wasn’t satisfied until she had both herself and Sally completely undressed, clothes littering the floor around the plush mattress.

Sally pulled the vampire on top of her once she’d made herself comfortable upon the bed. She smirked as The Countess straddled her, their lips reuniting once more. The ghost nipped at the other woman’s bottom lip; The Countess opened her mouth, allowing Sally’s tongue inside. Their tongues brushed in a delicious motion that drew moans from both of them. Sally let her hands firmly rest upon her lover’s waist, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss even more.

Their bodies were pressed flush against each other, but it still wasn’t enough. The Countess eventually pulled away, breathing heavily, lips kiss-swollen. Sally immediately got lost in her beautiful, cat-like eyes. The blonde grinned deviously and pushed Sally down before beginning to maneuver up her body. Sally could feel her own gaze darken; she knew what The Countess wanted, and she was more than happy to give it to her. She let her hands remain upon her lover’s waist. It wasn’t long before one of her thighs was on either side of Sally’s head, effectively straddling her face.

“God,” Sally breathed, faced with the sight of The Countess’s glistening center. Arousal was practically dripping down her thighs already.

She didn’t want to waste another second. Sally lightly caressed The Countess’s waist, a wordless sign that she was ready. That was all it took; next thing she knew, the vampire was lowering her hips until her center was within reach of Sally’s ravenous tongue. She instantly pressed her lips to her soaked cunt, licking up and down her slit a few times to gather her arousal on her tongue. She moaned at the taste of her—above her, The Countess echoed the sound.

Sally eventually allowed her tongue to slip past the other woman’s slick folds to lap at her clit. The Countess’s reaction was instantaneous. She rolled her hips against Sally’s face, consequently increasing the friction against her center that the ghost’s tongue was providing. Sally didn’t let up for a second. She moved her tongue downward to prod at her lover’s entrance a few times. The Countess cried out above her, hips grinding against Sally’s face. Sally, knowing what she needed, pushed her tongue even further inside her. It wasn’t long before The Countess was fully riding her tongue, hips moving erratically against her face.

She was close; the labored panting and moaning from above, as well as her twitching thighs, told Sally all she needed to know. She removed a hand from the vampire’s waist to circle at her clit. That was all it took—The Countess came undone with a resounding cry of pleasure. Her thighs clamped shut around Sally’s face, riding out her orgasm on her tongue. Sally licked up every drop. The way her lover’s heat spasmed around her mouth sent pangs of heat straight to her own center.

The Countess finally came down from her high, dismounting Sally’s face and laying down beside her, chest heaving. Sally turned to the side to meet her gaze. She saw The Countess smirking at her right before she pulled her in for a kiss. She moaned, obviously tasting herself upon the ghost’s lips. The vampire’s hand snaked around Sally’s waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other’s. It wasn’t long before that same hand snuck in between her legs to meet a copious amount of wetness.

She’d already been highly aroused from bringing her lover pleasure; just a few brushes of her thumb and forefinger had her gasping and moaning into the vampire’s mouth. Sally bucked her hips forward when The Countess slipped two fingers knuckle-deep inside her. The other woman’s free hand came up to cup one of her breasts, and the combined sensations were enough to send her crashing over the edge. She cried out at one last press of The Countess’s palm against her clit, shuddering as her orgasm tore through her.

When she came down from her own high, the other woman was staring at her with satisfaction. Sally grinned back at her and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. She rolled over until she rested on top of The Countess’s body.

It seemed that they were just beginning.

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The warm light from the bedroom’s lamps illuminated the space, creating a soft, cozy glow. Misty nestled further into the sheets as she admired Cordelia, who was reading next to her. It was late—they were about to turn in for the night.

Right when Misty was about to ask Cordelia if she was ready to sleep, the Supreme glanced up from her book. An odd expression crossed her face. It looked as if she was in deep thought about… something. Misty couldn’t suppress a grin at the adorable furrow of her brows as she stared off across the room.

“Delia?” she asked quietly, not wanting to startle her. “Everythin’ alright?”

Cordelia put her book down on the nightstand. “Mhm, fine. It’s just… I’ve been thinking about something.”

“Oh?”

The older woman turned to face Misty, smiling back at her. In spite of that, though, she looked a bit nervous. Misty had just been about to reassure her when footsteps came racing down the hall. The bedroom door flew open.

It was Zoe. She was in a state of panic. “Cordelia! Coco set the kitchen on fire! Again!”

Cordelia’s eyes widened. “What? At this hour?”

“Yeah. She wanted a midnight snack, so she started baking cookies, and…”

Misty buried her face in the pillows to stifle her laughter. Cordelia gently nudged her and, when Misty looked up, she could see that the Supreme seemed to be holding back her own giggles.

“Alright,” Cordelia said, standing up. “We really need to invest in another fire extinguisher.”

Zoe leaned against the doorframe. “We had one, remember? She used it all up last month.”

“Okay, well… We definitely need a new one.”

An hour later, with the whole coven’s help, the kitchen had been restored to its former state—it had taken a gratuitous amount of magic. Coco apologized profusely, but Cordelia waved it off. Madison, on the other hand, insisted that Coco should never be allowed to cook alone again. Misty watched the whole exchange with a smile so wide it made her cheeks hurt.

Finally, at one o’clock in the morning, Misty and Cordelia were able to go back to their bedroom.

“Goodnight, girls,” Cordelia called. The other girls wished her goodnight in return before she closed the door.

“Well,” the Supreme breathed, catching Misty’s eye as they both climbed onto the bed, “that was certainly unexpected.”

“With Coco’s track record? Hardly.”

They dissolved into a fit of giggles which quickly died down once their exhaustion caught up with them. Cordelia reached to turn off the lamp on their nightstand. The room fell into semi-darkness, only moonlight illuminating their faces.

“Goodnight, Delia.”

“Goodnight, Misty.”

Misty had just been about to close her eyes when a thought hit her. “Hey, wait. What did you wanna talk about earlier?”

Even in the dim light, the swamp witch could see her girlfriend’s cheeks flush a vibrant shade of pink. “Oh, that.”

“Come on, you can tell me.” Misty leaned closer, her hand rubbing Cordelia’s back comfortingly.

“Um, it’s Saturday tomorrow, and there’s no classes. I just… I just wanted to ask you to wake me up.”

Misty instantly raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?” She let a small smirk pull at the corners of her lips. “I wake you up most days. That’s nothin’ different from usual.”

“Yeah, I know. I…” Cordelia bit her lip, cheeks still flushed. “I want you to wake me up in a… certain way. Oh, God.” She groaned and covered her face with her hands.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Misty said, gently moving Cordelia’s hands. Her face was ridiculously flushed now, drawing a fond chuckle from the younger woman. “It’s okay. I… I think I know what you’re gettin’ at.”

Cordelia hesitated. “You do?”

Misty leaned in until her lips were nearly brushing her girlfriend’s ear. “You want me to wake you up with sex, right?” Arousal pooled in her stomach at the mere thought.

Cordelia must have felt the same; she instantly let out a low whine that went straight to Misty’s core. The swamp witch chuckled, wrapping her arms around Cordelia and holding her close.

“I like that idea,” Misty said quietly, pressing a soft kiss into Cordelia’s hair.

She could feel the other woman smiling from where her lips rested against her neck. A comfortable silence settled between them, and, before either of them knew it, they had both drifted off to sleep.

A faint ray of sunlight woke Misty. She blinked a few times, yawned, and observed her surroundings. The light was coming from the nearest window: It was early in the morning. And, most importantly, Cordelia was still asleep next to her.

For a moment, Misty merely admired the sight of her sleeping girlfriend. On the pillow, her golden hair fanned around her head like a halo. Her gentle features were relaxed and content in what she could only imagine was a peaceful slumber.

The light from the window was only growing brighter—Misty knew she needed to get started before it woke Cordelia. So, as quietly as possible, she moved the sheets off of their bodies and crawled down the bed.

With a featherlight touch, Misty pried Cordelia’s thighs apart. She was only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear, which made Misty’s job much easier. Once she was kneeling in between Cordelia’s legs, Misty pushed the offending garment to the side and took in the sight of her girlfriend’s center. Her own core clenched around nothing at the sight. Misty fully took off the older woman’s underwear, licked her lips, and dove in.

She didn’t think she could ever get enough of the taste of Cordelia; she moaned against her center as soon as her lips made contact. Misty licked up and down her slit once, twice, then dipped her tongue inside of her. She moved her hands to rest on Cordelia’s thighs, massaging them lovingly while she pleasured her with her mouth.

Suddenly, a quiet hum of approval reached Misty’s ears.

She glanced up: Cordelia was slowly beginning to wake. Misty smirked and continued to lap at her core. She didn’t take her gaze off the Supreme, watching attentively as her face twitched. Then, finally, her eyes opened.

Cordelia seemed to do a double take at the sight in front of her. However, when Misty’s tongue brushed against her clit, any trace of shock was washed away. A faint moan escaped Cordelia’s lips.

Misty didn’t stop. Instead, she only increased the speed of her ministrations. Cordelia’s arousal was quickly growing now that she was awake. She groaned, wetness beginning to pool between her thighs. Misty hummed her own approval as she felt her lover’s arousal dampen her tongue.

Cordelia soon became even more vocal—she was fully awake now. Misty didn’t waste a second; she removed a hand from her girlfriend’s thigh and pushed a single finger inside her. It made a wet, obscene sound, causing both of them to moan. Once Misty had stretched her out to her liking, she added another finger. Cordelia’s breath started coming in gasps when the younger woman began pumping her fingers in and out of her.

By the time Misty added a third finger, Cordelia was dripping down her thighs and into the swamp witch’s mouth. All the while, Misty’s tongue was rapidly circling her girlfriend’s swollen clit.

Eventually, Cordelia’s breathing noticeably quickened, and her thighs pressed against either side of Misty’s head. She was close. Misty repositioned her mouth, wrapped her lips around Cordelia’s clit, and began to suck.

That was all it took. Cordelia cried out, the force of her orgasm shaking her body and causing her thighs to tremble around Misty’s head. Misty kept pumping her fingers in and out of her, tongue moving down to lick up any wetness that escaped. And then, finally, Cordelia stilled.

Misty raised her head to find the Supreme smiling down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin was shining with sweat, and she looked happier than ever.

“Mornin’,” Misty said, slightly out of breath. She joined Cordelia and laid down next to her on the pillows.

They simply smiled at each other for a moment before Cordelia said, “Good morning to you, too.”

Misty chuckled and leaned in to kiss Cordelia. The older woman moaned at the taste of herself upon Misty’s lips. Their bodies began to intertwine again, arms and legs tangling together.

“I’m glad it’s Saturday,” Misty breathed in between kisses. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Cordelia’s only response was a muffled groan as her hand slipped in between Misty’s legs.

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Meadow closed the door once she and Ally were inside. “Are you sure they won’t be back anytime soon?”

Ally nodded, placing her bag on the counter. She checked her phone and said, “Winter just texted. She’s at the park with Oz.”

Meadow took a deep breath; that was reassuring. However, her temporary relief couldn’t stave off the tension that settled over her.

Ally instantly noticed the change in her. She closed the space between them, a comforting smile on her face. “Don’t be nervous,” she murmured, embracing Meadow and pressing a quick kiss on her lips. “We’ve been waiting for an opportunity to do this, remember?”

“I… I know.” Meadow tried to smile back at her girlfriend.

She must not have been very convincing—Ally shook her head in amusement. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” More softly, she added, “You’re safe with me, okay?”

After Meadow managed a faint nod, the pair headed upstairs to their shared bedroom. Meadow’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Ally open the bottom drawer of the dresser. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to calm her nerves.

“Alright,” Ally said, straightening up after she’d grabbed something from the bottom drawer. She held the object in her hands and turned around

It was a collar.

Meadow immediately felt a wave of desire wash over her, replacing her anxiety. The collar was simple: a black band made of leather adorned with a silver latch. Still, the thought of wearing it around her neck was enough to draw a low whine out of Meadow.

Ally chuckled darkly at her reaction. “See, I knew you’d be fine once we got up here.” She closed the distance between them and held out the collar in front of her. “Are you ready?”

Meadow nodded without a second thought.

“Good.” Ally grinned at her eagerness. “Let me know if it ever gets to be too much, and I’ll stop.”

Biting her lip, Meadow nodded once more. She braced herself as Ally fastened the collar around her neck. The feeling of the leather around her throat made her let out another whine.

“Not too tight?”

Meadow shook her head. At her confirmation, all traces of concern vanished from Ally’s face. Instead, her expression turned into one of pure desire. She sat down next to Meadow and pulled her onto her lap.

Their lips met in a flurry of passion before Meadow knew what was going on. In the following moments, all she knew was the feeling of Ally’s hands wandering over her body and her mouth pressed firmly upon hers. Combined with the sensation of the collar that fit snugly around her neck, it was enough to have her squirming and moaning under her girlfriend’s touch.

“You’re mine,” Ally breathed in between kisses. She tugged pointedly at the leather band around Meadow’s throat. When the blonde let out her loudest moan yet, Ally was quick to press her mouth against hers once more, swallowing the sound.

In the following moments, they parted only to undress. When Meadow came to straddle one of Ally’s thighs again, they were both fully naked. The feeling of skin against skin stoked the flames of Meadow’s arousal.

Ally’s tongue brushed against Meadow’s lips, and she quickly opened her mouth to allow its entrance. The feeling of Ally’s tongue ravaging the inside of her mouth was enough to make her grind her hips against her girlfriend’s thigh.

The brunette took a sharp intake of breath. Meadow’s movement had allowed her cunt, which was already soaking wet, to rub against her thigh. The contact had made Meadow let out a keening moan as well. It wasn’t long before she repeated the motion, jerking her hips forward in an attempt to relieve the tension building inside of her.

“That’s it,” Ally murmured, angling her head so that she could kiss Meadow’s collarbone instead. “Show me that you’re mine.”

Meadow obeyed: She kept grinding her hips against Ally’s thigh, slightly spreading her own legs to increase the pressure upon her clit. In normal circumstances, she would’ve been embarrassed about the mess she was surely making upon her girlfriend’s thigh—but it just felt so good. Any inhibitions she’d had were long gone. Her moans only increased in volume when Ally started kissing down the swell of her breasts.

When Ally took one of her nipples into her mouth, Meadow’s hips stuttered on one of her thrusts. She was close to crashing over the edge, and Ally could tell. The brunette started rolling the unattended nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“Go ahead,” Ally breathed, kissing between Meadow’s breasts. “Come for me. Come all over my thigh.”

That was all it took—those words were the finishing touch. Meadow’s orgasm tore through her, causing her body to jerk and spasm on top of Ally’s thigh. She let her hips continue jerking forward erratically until she became overstimulated. Sagging against Ally’s chest, she panted for breath.

Ally rubbed a soothing hand along the small of Meadow’s back. “Good girl,” she purred.

Meadow nuzzled deeper into the crook of her girlfriend’s neck at the praise. Ally held her even closer, and, as the moments passed, the blonde’s breathing began to even out again.

A beat of silence passed; finally, Ally asked, “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” Meadow whispered. “I want… I want to make you feel good.”

When she pulled away from Ally, she saw that a grin had formed upon her girlfriend’s face. “Okay. I’ll be right back.” The brunette stood up, crossing the room to the dresser. She reached into the same drawer the collar had been in and returned to Meadow’s side.

Meadow swallowed thickly when she saw what Ally had brought with her. It was a leash.

“Is this okay?”

She nodded.

Ally sat down on the bed next to Meadow, fastening the leash onto the collar. She gave it a small tug which resulted in a soft whine from Meadow.

Chuckling, the brunette pulled away slightly. Giving her girlfriend a once-over, she tilted her head and said, “On your knees.”

As always, Meadow was quick to obey. She sank to her knees in front of Ally, and the scene was so erotic that she had to bite back an embarrassingly loud moan. There she was, on her knees in front of her girlfriend, who had her collared and leashed.

“You like that?” Ally murmured, and Meadow nodded. “You said you wanted to make me feel good, right?” When Meadow nodded again, she spread her legs expectantly, tugging the leash toward her. “Go ahead.”

Meadow didn’t need to be told twice. She inched forward, hands upon Ally’s thighs as she stared at her girlfriend’s gleaming cunt. The blonde licked her lips and dove in.

The taste of Ally upon her lips was enough to make her moan; the vibrations of the sound made Ally twitch. Meadow licked up and down her slit once, twice, to gather her arousal on her tongue before delving inside her. She let her tongue ghost the brunette’s entrance, then her clit. Each time, Ally squirmed, thighs pressing against the sides of Meadow’s head.

Meadow kept up those tantalizing motions for a few moments, Ally growing increasingly closer to her release. Before she kept going, Meadow quickly glanced upward. Her girlfriend’s back was arched, and her hands were toying with her own breasts. The sight was so arousing that Meadow didn’t waste another second: She pushed two fingers inside Ally, using her mouth to suckle on her swollen clit.

Before too long, Meadow had set a steady pace with her fingers as she thrusted in and out of Ally’s cunt. The sounds her thrusts made were wet and obscene, making both women let out sounds of pleasure.

Ally soon began to twitch around Meadow’s fingers and mouth. Knowing just how to get her girlfriend to come undone around her, she gave her clit one last, firm suck.

The brunette came with a sharp cry.

Meadow continued to fuck her through her orgasm, only drawing away when Ally whined quietly. She pulled fully away from her cunt and met her eyes, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Ally smiled down at her. “Come here.”

Meadow stood up and sat next to Ally. Her girlfriend detached the leash and placed it aside. Then, she wrapped Meadow in an embrace and pulled her down so that they lay on the mattress together.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart,” Ally murmured, staring lovingly into her girlfriend’s eyes.

Meadow blushed. “Thank you.” The brunette reached to undo the collar around her neck, but Meadow shook her head. “Can… Can I keep it on a little longer?”

Ally smiled, shaking her head in amusement. “Of course. It should be a little while before Winter and Oz get here.”

“Okay, good.” Meadow pressed closer to her girlfriend, head resting against Ally’s chest.

They stayed that way for the rest of the afternoon.

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Lana had never been this angry in her entire life—and that was saying something. The way her parents had practically disowned her, the way her boss treated her, the way Wendy had thrown her into Briarcliff without a second thought. All of it made her blood boil.

But now, storming back to her cell, she knew without a doubt that she’d never known a fury like this before. And it was all thanks to that devious beauty of a nun.

She couldn’t believe it. That idiot had set Thredson free. It had happened a few days ago, but the mere memory was still enough to send Lana reeling; there was no way the innocent Sister Mary Eunice she’d met during her first trip to Briarcliff was the same woman wreaking havoc in the present. The brunette vaguely wondered what happened to her. She wasn’t sure if she cared.

It was as if some supernatural force had been listening to her thoughts. Because, as soon as Lana turned the next corner, she came face to face with Mary Eunice herself.

“What—Sister?”

Mary Eunice fixed those piercing blue eyes on her. Giving the brunette a patronizing look, she tutted, “Miss Winters. We have to stop running into each other like this.”

The smug tone in her voice set Lana on edge. She glanced around the empty hallway, knowing no one would be around to see whatever the wicked nun had in store for her. She tried to tell herself that that was the only reason her heart had started to race.

“What are you doing here?” Lana managed to ask shakily.

“Me?” Mary Eunice laughed; a light, unnerving tinkling. “You’re the one who’s out of place. You should be in the day room with the other patients.” She tilted her head and added, “If anything, I should be asking what you’re doing here.”

“None of your business,” she spat back without hesitation.

Lana’s stomach churned when Mary Eunice raised her eyebrows after her outburst. “I think you’ll find that it is my business,” the blonde answered, voice threateningly quiet. “In case you’ve forgotten, I run this institution. You are a patient. It’s as simple as that.”

“You know as well as I do that I shouldn’t even be here. There is nothing wrong with me.”

To Lana’s surprise, Mary Eunice barked out a harsh laugh. “Oh, really? That’s rich.” She took a few steps closer; the action reminded Lana of her racing heart when it skipped a beat. “See? There it is.” Mary Eunice’s lips took on that eerie smirk of hers. “This should be fun. Perfect timing, too—I’d just started getting bored in here.”

She froze. There was no way the other woman had been able to pick up on such a miniscule reaction.

Mary Eunice’s smirk only continued to grow, and Lana had the unsettling notion that those blue eyes were even more penetrating than she thought. It was utterly unnatural. Even so, Lana’s heart pounded against her chest even harder as Mary Eunice crept closer. She was frozen in place. Of all the horrors she’d endured in this place, this was one she wasn’t sure she could—or wanted to—avoid. As much as she despised this evil woman, there was something about her otherworldly beauty that drew her in.

“Decided to give in, hm?” the nun murmured, now mere inches away from Lana’s face. She raised her arms to place them on either side of the brunette’s head, effectively pinning her between her body and the wall.

Wait, no—this couldn’t be happening. Lana had been through so many horrors at Briarcliff. She wasn’t going to lay down and take it—not now. This would not be her breaking point. Along with that realization came a strong, fiery surge of defiance. Before she could think it through, Lana braced herself and prepared to shove the body caging hers in.

Suddenly, Mary Eunice’s hands were on her shoulders. “Not a good idea,” she said matter-of-factly.

“What—How—”

“You’re not as inscrutable as you think you are, Miss Winters.” The blonde leered down at her. “Now, let’s stop delaying the inevitable, shall we?” Leaning closer, she murmured, “Because I know you want it.”

Lana didn’t get a chance to reply. In an instant, Mary Eunice’s mouth had descended onto her own with staggering force.

The brunette would have lost her balance had she not been pressed against the wall. She cried out, but the sound was swallowed by ravenous lips. Lana froze for a fraction of a second; she was unsure of what to do. She hadn’t expected this, of all things. Mary Eunice’s mouth was practically trying to consume her own.

“Just give in,” the nun whispered in between kisses. “There’s no use in being so stubborn. Not now.”

One of Mary Eunice’s hands left her shoulder and traveled downward, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. The motion made Lana gasp—which, in her current situation, only equated to her lips parting. That had obviously been the nun’s intention: She didn’t waste a second in shoving her tongue inside Lana’s mouth, and it was just as ravenous as her lips had been.

It was all beyond overwhelming. No matter how much she wanted to refuse—how much she hated this despicable creature—Lana felt her body beginning to react. It was unfair, how devastatingly beautiful such an evil woman could be. All the desire she’d been trying to tamp down since she’d first set eyes on the blonde came bubbling to the surface.

With one more stroke of Mary Eunice’s tongue, Lana gave in.

Every touch until that point had been wearing down Lana’s defenses, but her world still shattered around her when she began to kiss her back. She detested how right it felt, in spite of it all. She groaned against the other woman’s lips. Her hands ripped away the nun’s habit and tangled in wild blonde hair.

If Mary Eunice felt a single ounce of satisfaction, she didn’t make it known. She simply continued as if nothing had happened. Slowly but surely, her hand that had been clutching Lana’s waist abruptly ventured lower. Lana let it. She knew where this was going, had known from the beginning. She wondered if she’d also known she wouldn’t be able to refuse it.

The heat between her legs had become almost unbearable when Mary Eunice’s fingers finally snuck beneath the hem of her gown. Lana lightly nipped at the nun’s lower lip. She didn’t know if she wanted to encourage her or hurt her. Her conflicting emotions merely fueled the desperation with which she kept kissing the other woman.

“That’s it,” Mary Eunice murmured as she pushed aside the thin barrier of Lana’s underwear. “Just keep giving in.”

Lana let out a painstaking groan. “Shut up.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be saying things like that.” Mary Eunice’s point was proven when she slipped two fingers inside Lana’s wet, aching heat. The brunette cried out in an embarrassingly wanton moan. “Wow, you wanted it more than I thought.”

Lana could only defiantly buck her hips forward into the blonde’s hand. She didn’t know what she wanted to do more: fuck herself on Mary Eunice’s hand or slap her right across her smug, beautiful face.

As it was, she chose the former. Mary Eunice’s fingers quickly began teasing her swollen clit and desperate entrance. Lana felt her spine arch against the wall, consequently pushing her chest flush against the other woman’s. Their mouths continued to move against each other’s, tongues brushing in a silent battle of wills—one Lana knew she would lose every time. Still, she kept coming back for more.

Finally, finally, Mary Eunice shoved two slender fingers knuckle-deep inside the brunette. Lana moaned, completely forgetting where she was and who she was with. The nun started pumping her digits in and out of her, the heel of her hand rubbing against Lana’s clit with a delectable amount of pressure. The sensations completely washed away any of her previous worries.

It wasn’t long before she was on the verge of crashing over the edge. She twitched around the fingers inside her, and, right before she could reach her peak, they completely stilled.

Her eyes immediately opened. She found Mary Eunice staring back at her, not bothering to suppress her amusement.

“What… What?”

Mary Eunice chuckled darkly. “You… You actually thought I would—Oh, you should see the look on your face.”

Lana whined and squirmed, searching for any semblance of friction. A small part of her told her to stop acting so pathetic, but she needed release so badly that she quickly silenced it.

“Hm…” Mary Eunice appraised her for a moment, frustratingly unbothered in comparison to Lana’s sheer desperation. “I want to hear you say it.”

Breathing heavily, Lana asked, “What? What are you talking about?” She was becoming more frustrated by the second. That fact only seemed to amuse her adversary.

“Say that you wanted this. Wanted me.”

“Oh, please,” Lana huffed, staring at the ceiling. “You can’t be serious.”

Mary Eunice shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She started to pull away.

Lana hated how quickly it worked—hated how quickly she gave in. The nun had her wrapped around her fingers, and they both knew it.

“I wanted you,” Lana breathed, the words coming out faster than she could realize what she was admitting. “I wanted this.”

Mary Eunice stared at her, raising one meticulous eyebrow.

“Please.”

Apparently Lana’s words had been believable; she’d never admit that they were true. Either way, Mary Eunice smirked and leaned in, reclaiming Lana’s lips in a searing kiss and resuming her fingers’ movements.

In no time at all, Lana was right back where she’d been moments ago. She was moaning and whining into Mary Eunice’s mouth, who was swallowing every needy sound and smirking the whole time.

With one more deep, piercing thrust, Lana fell apart. Heat coiled in her stomach and then washed over her in relentless waves. Her hips undulated around Mary Eunice’s fingers, her body spasming uncontrollably.

When she finally stilled, she let her body fall against the wall, not the body in front of her. Her chest heaved as her pulse began to slow.

Lana took a deep breath and opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling. She knew the nun was going to be unbelievably smug, but she’d have to face her sooner or later. God, she hated her.

However, as soon as she’d opened her mouth to offer up a retort, she had to blink a few times in shock.

Mary Eunice was gone.

Chapter Text

Billie Dean glanced around the dining room with a satisfied smile. She finally allowed herself to take a deep, steadying breath. It was done.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, darling?”

Nora’s voice snapped her out of her relieved reverie. Billie met her girlfriend’s inquisitive stare from where she was sitting at the head of the table; Nora was sitting adjacent to her.

“It’ll be fine,” Billie answered, placing a comforting hand on top of Nora’s. “I’ve done my homework, remember? I put a lot of thought into this… seating chart, if you will. Besides, we went over it, didn’t we? Anyone you don’t get along with is far, far away from you.” She gestured at the excessively large table. “Thank God for this, huh?”

Nora nodded and attempted an encouraging smile, and for that, Billie was grateful. Having Nora’s support meant more than she could put into words.

Because, in reality, she was more doubtful about her plan than she let on.

Billie loved everything to do with ghosts and the spirit realm. She was a medium, after all: It was her job as well as her life’s passion. The gift had chosen her, and, in turn, she had fully embraced it. But this time, she may have gone a bit overboard with her enthusiasm.

She had planned a dinner party and invited every single ghost in the Murder House.

The medium had been living in the infamously haunted house for a little over a year. She’d bought it on a whim, but it had turned out to be something akin to fate. In the end, she’d developed a close bond with Nora that had quickly blossomed into romance. Billie had also been working closely with the other spirits that resided in the house. After a long while, she finally felt confident that she’d helped all of them to the best of her ability. And, to celebrate, she’d decided to have a nice dinner with all of them.

She had a feeling it would work out, but only time would tell. While she’d been forceful with her invitations—especially to the more stubborn ghosts—she wasn’t even sure that anyone would show up.

“Oh,” Nora said suddenly, snapping Billie out of her musings. “Someone’s here.”

As soon as Billie glanced up toward the doorway, she saw that Nora was right.

Hayden was the first to appear. “Hey, you two.” The brunette took her seat across from Nora. “You sure this is a good idea?” she asked, echoing Nora’s earlier question. Laughing, she added, “It’s not too late to call it off, you know. There’s gonna be blood and guts everywhere by the time this is over.”

“Oh, that’s enough,” Billie snapped; however, a faint grin was pulling at her lips. “You’re being ridiculous, as usual.”

“Mm, I don’t think so.” Hayden reclined in her chair and stretched. “I’m telling you, there’s some baggage in this house that you don’t wanna stir up.”

“I know that all too well. But, if you remember, I have a solution to that.”

“What, your bullshit seating chart?”

Billie scoffed. “I think it was a good idea.” At Nora’s quiet giggle, Billie rounded on her. “Hey! I thought you agreed with me.”

Nora’s eyes widened at being caught, but quickly began to chuckle again when she noticed Billie’s grin. “I do, darling. It’s just amusing how something so simple as a… seating chart was the solution you came up with to all this.”

Billie raised her hands in mock surrender. “Look, if you two have any other bright ideas, feel free to let me know.”

Hayden snickered and gestured toward the doorway. “Well, either way, we’re about to find out. Here comes the sunshine squad.”

“Ha, ha, very funny.” Violet Harmon rolled her eyes as she and her parents entered the dining room. They sat at the head of the table near the three women.

Moira followed close behind. Addressing Billie Dean, she said, “I do hope Constance stays true to her word. She hasn’t changed her mind, has she?”

The medium shook her head. “No, she hasn’t. She was entirely against this dinner since I first mentioned the idea.” Billie shrugged, chuckling. “Can’t win them all, I suppose. I’ll count this as a victory if even half the spirits in this house show up.”

To her relief, they did: During the next five minutes, nearly every ghost in the house appeared in the dining room. Billie greeted them cordially and watched as they found their designated name card; she’d placed one at every place setting. What was more, the seating chart appeared to be working. Not a single fight had broken out—no one had been stabbed or otherwise maimed, and that was progress if she’d ever seen it. Lighthearted conversations among friendly spirits soon filled the air.

Soon, it was almost time for dinner to be served. The last few ghosts were filtering into the room, Charles Montgomery among them. Billie snuck a glance at Nora. While she gave a slight frown at the sight of her former husband, she seemed largely unaffected. Billie stifled a sigh of relief and looked around. Nearly every seat was full. The only notable ghosts missing were Hugo Langdon (afraid of his ex-wife’s presence despite her vows not to attend) and the Infantata, otherwise known as Nora’s son. Both of their absences were probably for the best.

Once everything appeared to be in order, Billie lightly tapped a spoon against her glass. “Attention, everyone.” She paused to allow any conversation to die down. “Thank you all for coming. This is a truly momentous occasion, and I’m glad you could put aside any personal grudges to contribute to the community of spirits in this house.” A soft murmur of agreement punctuated her words. “Alright, it’s time for dinner. No matter how you feel about her, you can’t deny that Moira is an excellent cook.”

Moira disappeared from her seat and reappeared a moment later with a cart stacked with plates. She passed them out until everyone had been attended to. Billie knew that the ghosts didn’t need to eat, so she was grateful that they all put on a show of being enthusiastic about the food. Maybe they weren’t pretending: Some of them really did love Moira’s cooking. The plate in front of Billie looked absolutely delicious, after all.

“Thank you, Moira,” Billie said, and most of the others repeated the sentiment. After the maid had placed the condiments and refreshments on the table, everyone looked toward the medium. The sudden attention on her made her laugh in spite of herself. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Go ahead and eat—you don’t need my permission.”

A peal of laughter filled the air, and the spirits began to do just that. The clinking of silverware could soon be heard amongst the cheerful conversations taking place. Billie couldn’t suppress a smile at a few of them.

“Beth, pass the salt, would you?”

“Of course!”

“Uh, that’s the pepper.”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I honestly can’t tell the difference between them.”

“You’re joking.”

“Don’t be mean to her, Chad.”

“Pipe down, Hayden.”

They were just teasing each other, though: The conversation ended in laughter.

Billie was quite proud of herself. As the dinner went on, her pride only grew. Dozens of lighthearted interactions took place, even among some of the ghosts that weren’t necessarily fond of each other. Maybe the community of spirits in this house could finally get along after nearly a century of being plagued with grudges…

But, in general, everything seemed to be going according to plan. Any ghosts who were malevolent toward each other were at different ends of the table. Those who were already friends continued to engage in conversation. It was almost too good to be true.

And then, Billie felt it: a slight aura of mischief, and from rather close by. Of course. She glared intently at Hayden until the younger woman met her gaze.

“What?” Hayden asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

Billie merely frowned in exasperation.

“Oh, this?” Hayden pulled out a small knife from some pocket or another. “I didn’t plan on using it unless I had to. But you can’t expect me to show up to a dinner with all these idiots without protection. Things might get dicey.” She shrugged.

The medium scowled until the brunette started talking to Nora again. Billie supposed Hayden wasn’t going to cause any trouble, so she let it go. However, that mischief emanating from one of the ghosts hadn’t dissipated in the slightest. Billie continued to look around in confusion. If it wasn’t Hayden, then who was plotting something?

She finally honed in on the sensation, her eyes landing upon the one ghost she’d never expected it from: Nora.

Holy shit. It was coming from Nora.

As Billie covertly kept an eye on her girlfriend, she realized that mischief had been the wrong word. It was lust. It took every ounce of Billie’s self-control not to let her jaw drop open. With her sixth sense, she picked up on the images fluttering through Nora’s mind: The two of them, bodies intertwined, sinful sounds emanating from both of them…

Billie felt her cheeks warm and quickly took a sip of her champagne. Suddenly, the aura of lust from Nora increased tenfold; Billie choked.

“You good over there?” Hayden asked, picking mindlessly at her food.

Billie nodded, still coughing. She couldn’t even bear to look at Nora for fear of what she’d do—for she’d figured out the focal point of her fantasies.

The ice.

Trying to regain her composure, Billie stared at the ice cubes swirling around in her champagne. Nora had been imagining the cool sensation of the ice upon her skin as arousal heated up every other inch of it. The thought alone was making wetness pool in between Billie’s thighs.

The dinner that Billie had been so proud of coordinating seemed to drag on. She joined in the conversation when she could, but she was mainly preoccupied with thoughts of Nora. What felt like an eternity later, that intoxicating aura of lust was still present around the ghost. It was impossible to ignore.

At last, it was over. Most of the spirits had cleared their plates and were hovering around the dining room’s doorway. Billie managed to tear her thoughts away from her girlfriend long enough to thank everyone for coming. She realized that it had gone surprisingly well, all things considered. However, she could dwell on that later: She had something much more important to tend to.

Everyone else had left the dining room, even Hayden. The only ones left were herself and Nora.

Billie instantly turned her ravenous glare on Nora. “So, are you going to tell me what that was all about?”

Nora turned to meet Billie’s gaze, blue eyes wide and surprised. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She was being truthful—the medium could detect nothing but confusion emanating from her lover.

Billie let her lips tilt upward into a wicked smirk.

“I think you forget,” she said, standing up and rounding the table toward Nora, “that I am a medium, dear.” Billie took hold of Nora’s jaw, tilting it upward until they locked eyes once more. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

All at once, the ghost’s eyes widened again—this time in a combination of horror and realization. Color flooded her cheeks; she looked anywhere but at Billie.

“I… I don’t know what you mean.”

Billie chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. “Come on, honey. I’ve told you that you don’t have to be embarrassed around me. Not about anything.” She let a seductive edge creep into her voice. “Especially not this.”

Nora froze. The medium grinned: Her words had had their desired effect.

“When were you going to tell me you wanted to try something like this?” Billie pressed on, grip still firm upon Nora’s jaw.

“I…” Nora swallowed and bit her lip in thought. Eventually, she merely shook her head.

Billie smiled. “Go on, sweetheart.”

Those words seemed to spur her on. “I don’t know. I saw the ice and… how it slipped past your lips—” Nora shuddered. “That was enough to… affect me. But then I thought about… more.”

“I see.” Billie glanced at her abandoned champagne glass: She’d purposely left a generous amount of ice in it. When Nora noticed where she was looking, her eyes widened again. This time, however, it was out of shock as well as desire. Billie couldn’t suppress a wicked smirk.

“Do you trust me?”

Nora nodded warily. With that, Billie grabbed her shoulders and hauled her onto the edge of the table. She chuckled when the ghost let out a startled yelp.

“It’s okay, honey.” Billie pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I’m going to take good care of you. I always do, don’t I?”

Nora grinned and nodded once more. Her cheeks were already flushed a deep shade of scarlet.

Billie stepped forward, wedging herself in between Nora’s thighs. She placed her hands upon the ghost’s waist. Nora let out a soft moan when their bodies pressed flush against each other.

“I love how easy it is to get you worked up,” Billie murmured as she leaned in, pressing a deep kiss to Nora’s lips.

Nora made a show of sounding indignant. “Well, you don’t make it difficult—Oh, God.” She cut herself off when Billie moved one of her hands upward to firmly caress one of her breasts. The medium couldn’t hold back a low chuckle when Nora glared at her. She started to speak again, but Billie began kissing her before she got a chance. The other woman didn’t complain, though; instead, she let out an even louder moan that sent a jolt of heat right to Billie’s core.

They stayed like that for a while: lips moving against each other’s, bodies intertwined as close as possible. Billie drank in every one of Nora’s delectable noises, emitting her own every so often.

Before too long, Billie pulled away begrudgingly. She met Nora’s lust-filled gaze with a smirk. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

“Hm?”

Billie reached for her abandoned champagne glass. She took a sip of the remnants and let one of the sizable ice cubes slip past her lips. Without pause, Billie pressed her mouth to Nora’s.

Instantly, the ghost cried out—the sudden cold sensation had startled her. Billie smiled against her mouth, slipping her tongue inside Nora’s parted lips. The ice cube joined it, and, to Billie’s pleasant surprise, this emitted a throaty moan from her lover.

“You liked that?” Billie asked, pulling away just enough to speak. She could feel Nora’s quickened breath against her face.

Nora nodded, mouth still moving around the ice cube within.

“Good.”

Billie began pushing Nora’s dress down her shoulders, undoing the back of it at the same time. Gradually, the fabric fell down her body and pooled at her waist. Billie helped her maneuver around it until it lay discarded on the floor.

“God,” the medium murmured, gazing at Nora’s body. “So beautiful.”

Nora squirmed under her full attention, cheeks still as flushed as ever. “Please,” she whispered. “I…” Billie reached around her to unclasp her bra, then caressed her bare breasts. “Oh, God, Billie—”

The medium made quick work of her underwear as well. Finally, Nora was completely bare before her. Billie pressed a quick yet passionate kiss to her lips before placing her hands upon the ghost’s shoulders. She pushed her forward until she was laying flat on her back.

“You ready, honey?”

Nora nodded.

That was all Billie needed. She reached for her glass, tilted it upward, and took another ice cube into her mouth. She positioned herself between Nora’s legs once more and, with a firm grip on her lover’s thighs, pulled the other woman toward her until she was at the edge of the table. Nora groaned with desperation; Billie didn’t waste another moment. She leaned forward until she was face to face with Nora’s chest. At last, she let the ice cube fall onto the ghost’s porcelain skin.

The sound that escaped Nora’s lips was nothing short of sinful.

Billie smirked against her skin as she began to kiss the valley between her breasts. She sucked the ice cube into her mouth once more. This time, she let it fall on one of Nora’s already hardened nipples. The ghost began to absolutely writhe beneath her. Billie quickly shifted to take the unattended peak into her mouth, running her tongue along it ever-so-slightly.

Nora let out a string of moans that went straight to Billie’s core. The medium rubbed her thighs together, her own arousal building. The effect the ice was having on Nora was more than anything she could have wished for. She could practically feel the arousal emanating off of her lover—which, considering her sixth sense, she likely could.

Remembering the abandoned ice cube on Nora’s breast, Billie saw that it had almost entirely melted against the heat of her lover’s skin. She grabbed the glass, took another into her mouth, and began her journey downward. When Nora noticed this, she leaned back onto the table and seemed to almost tremble with anticipation.

Billie fell to her knees, still between Nora’s legs. Overcome with anticipation of her own, she pried the other woman’s thighs apart to see her arousal practically dripping onto the table.

She couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “God, you’re fucking dripping, Nora,” she mumbled around the ice in her mouth.

Nora’s only response was a keening whine. Billie wasn’t one to talk—with that sound alone, she knew her own underwear was likely soaked as well. Still, she persevered: She leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin of her thigh.

The ghost instantly bucked her hips toward Billie’s face. Deciding not to tease her any longer, she let her tongue trail up and down Nora’s dampened slit. Nora cried out, the desperation more than obvious in the sound. And so, Billie decided to indulge her. She parted Nora’s folds with a hand, leaned even closer, and opened her mouth. The ice cube brushed against her clit.

Nora nearly screamed. If the whole house wasn’t already aware of what was taking place in the dining room, they were now. Billie grinned, the act nearly making her lips lose their grip on the ice cube.

Eventually, when Nora started to squirm again, Billie moved downward. Her mouth hovered above the other woman’s entrance, and she did the same thing she’d done to her clit. She let the piece of ice prod inside her ever-so-slightly.

Nora moaned even louder, which Billie hadn’t thought possible. The medium glanced upward to see her lover toying with one of her breasts, the sight beyond arousing. Billie knew it wouldn’t take much more to make either of them crash over the edge. So, without hesitation, Billie slipped two fingers easily inside Nora’s leaking cunt.

Another needy whine escaped the ghost’s lips. Billie twisted her fingers inside her, drawing out even more delectable sounds. At that, she moved her other hand downward until it slipped past the waistband of her own underwear. She began to circle her clit frantically, fingers pumping in and out of Nora all the while.

Both of them were close: Billie could sense it in the way Nora’s thighs shuddered around her head and the way her own were shaking upon the floor. Knowing what she needed to do, Billie leaned in and positioned her lips above Nora’s clit. The almost-forgotten ice cube in her mouth had nearly melted, but it was still cold enough for its desired effect. She parted her lips and let it prod against Nora’s swollen clit.

With that, Nora’s orgasm crashed over her. As the ghost’s cunt throbbed and twitched around Billie’s fingers, her own release found her. She moaned against Nora’s clit, still pumping her fingers in and out of her lover to ease her through the aftershocks.

Once both of them had caught their breath, Billie stood up on shaky legs. Nora had sat up; Billie met her eyes with a mischievous grin. Then, she made a show of swallowing the remnants of the ice cube.

Nora shook her head, eyes wide. “Oh, don’t do that, Billie Dean.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll make me want to go again.”

Billie laughed, wrapping her arms around her beloved Nora. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart.”

It was then that she realized the evening had gone well. In fact, it had risen above and beyond her wildest expectations. She smiled against where she was nuzzled into Nora’s neck.

What a night.

Chapter Text

“And… action!”

Audrey instantly snapped into character. The lines she’d been memorizing over the past week flashed behind her eyes like a film reel. She stepped toward her scene partner, waiting for her to finish speaking. And then, she began to perform.

It was no secret that Audrey Tindall took pride in her acting skills. After all, she did her job, and she did it well. This fact was accounted for by the well-stocked shelf of awards back at her Malibu penthouse. And, whenever she booked a new role, she made sure everyone knew exactly what they were dealing with. She didn’t hold back, not even in front of rookie actors. That wouldn’t be fair to them or herself.

However, just because she was Audrey Tindall didn’t mean she didn’t make mistakes.

“Cut!” the director shouted from the corner of the sound stage. “Audrey, you didn’t quite hit your mark. We’re gonna have to take it from the top again.”

Fighting back a frustrated groan, Audrey nodded in acknowledgement. She was no stranger to her own mistakes—she was clumsy, after all—but it never got any easier.

She returned to her original position without incident; she thought it was over, that everyone had moved on from her blunder. But then, she saw a flash of honey blonde hair out of the corner of her eye.

Audrey froze. Shelby was standing in the corner of the room, a huge, self-satisfied smirk upon her face.

Oh, she was going to regret that.

“Excuse me,” Audrey shouted to the director, who had just been about to take his seat. “I need a quick break.” The director nodded, and the rest of the cast and crew shuffled around. Audrey, on the other hand, made a beeline for the far corner of the sound stage.

When Shelby noticed the actress stalking toward her, her smirk faltered, just barely—even so, it was enough for Audrey to notice.

At last, Audrey closed the distance between them. She grabbed the younger woman’s shoulders and pinned her against the wall, Shelby emitting a soft whine that went straight to Audrey’s core. Once she was sure they were out of sight—a large wall of plywood shielded them from view—she rounded on Shelby.

“What are you doing here?”

Shelby shrugged, having regained her composure despite her flushed cheeks. “I came to watch you work. Nothing out of the ordinary, right?”

The shit-eating grin she wore contradicted that statement. Audrey raised an eyebrow. “Then what are you so happy about?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You fucked up. I’ve never seen that happen before.” Shelby leaned in closer until her lips brushed Audrey’s ear. “I thought you were a better actress than that.”

Audrey jerked away, scowling. “You are such a fucking brat.”

Shelby gave her that same smirk that made her blood boil and her stomach tighten. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Ah, so that’s what this was about. Audrey paused to look into the other woman’s eyes: She could see just a tiny bit of vacancy in their icy blue depths. Sometimes, when Shelby was having a particularly hard day, she came to Audrey. After all, no one understood what had happened at Roanoke better than her fellow castmate. Purposefully provoking Audrey and getting a rise out of her was one of the only ways she could distract herself. They hid behind sharp words and barbed insults, banishing the horrible memories with each heated touch.

It seemed that today was no different. Shelby wasn’t even trying to be subtle; she was practically begging for Audrey’s attention. And who was she to deny her?

Audrey tilted her head to the side, meeting Shelby’s fiery gaze head-on. “Oh, I think I know exactly what I’m going to do.” She took Shelby’s chin in a firm grip, forcing her to maintain eye contact. “I’m going to fuck you right against this wall. And, if you’re not quiet, the whole cast and crew are going to hear just how needy you are for me.”

Shelby’s breath instantly caught, and Audrey was quick to notice. She mirrored the other woman’s earlier smirk. With a quick glance down at Shelby’s lips, Audrey leaned in and crushed their mouths together.

Audrey was grateful her mouth was upon Shelby’s; the other woman let out a yelp of combined surprise and arousal that definitely would’ve carried to the cast and crew. The actress continued her assault on Shelby’s mouth, gradually moving her hands down her body. Shelby’s breath audibly hitched when Audrey’s hands dug into her ass.

“I told them I’d be quick,” Audrey huffed in between kisses. “But that shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?”

Before Shelby could utter a response, Audrey shoved her hand down the front of her pants. The younger woman gasped—Audrey merely smirked. She was soaking wet, just as she’d known she’d be.

“F—Fuck,” Shelby breathed, fully leaning back against the wall. Audrey followed, body pressed flush against hers. She began peppering heated kisses to the exposed skin of her neck. “Audrey…”

Audrey ran her tongue along Shelby’s throat, moving her fingers to circle at her already swollen clit. She jerked her hips forward at the contact.

“So needy for me,” Audrey hissed. “You came all the way here just for this, didn’t you?”

Shelby nodded, a low, desperate noise clawing its way up her throat.

“Thought so.” The actress continued to gently massage her clit. “You’re so fucking impatient. Couldn’t wait a few more hours, could you?”

Her words were lost on Shelby, though. She was quickly losing herself in the pleasure that Audrey’s fingers were giving her. The older woman knew she wouldn’t last much longer; she slid her hand down to roughly shove three fingers inside her.

Thankfully, Audrey remembered where they were. She brought her other hand up to Shelby’s mouth, covering it so that only a fraction of her moan could escape. Audrey couldn’t help but grin. She returned her attention to Shelby’s neck, sucking at the tender skin and running her teeth along it every so often.

She’d struck up a brutal pace—her fingers pumped in and out of her girlfriend with enough force to have her back slamming repeatedly against the wall. Audrey returned her lips to Shelby’s mouth to more effectively muffle her sounds of pleasure.

Soon, Shelby’s thighs began to quiver around Audrey’s hand. The actress could tell she was close; her breathing was quickening as well. She finally allowed the heel of her palm to apply just enough pressure to the other woman’s clit. With that, she fell apart under her touch.

Audrey kissed her even deeper as Shelby’s orgasm rocked her body. Her thighs spasmed and trembled around her hand, every muffled sound flowing right into Audrey’s waiting mouth. She continued fucking her through the aftershocks until she had almost completely stilled.

Lowering her head to rest on Shelby’s shoulder, Audrey smirked. “Enjoy yourself?”

Shelby’s breathing was still coming in gasps. “Yeah.”

Audrey leaned away, rolling her eyes halfheartedly. “As I said, I’ll be home in a few more hours. Surely you can wait that long?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re impossible.” The words were harsh, but Audrey’s tone betrayed her amusement. Raising a playful eyebrow, she added, “Go home and behave. I’ll deal with you when I’m done here.”

Shelby pressed a quick kiss to her lips and was gone.

Audrey sighed, running a hand through her surely disheveled hair. She wasn’t sure how she was going to focus on her job after that.

Still, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chapter Text

It had all started with a quietly uttered phrase.

“Good,” Misty had murmured against Cordelia as the Supreme rode her face. “You’re doin’ so good for me, baby.”

At that, Misty had sensed something change in her girlfriend. Her thighs had clenched even tighter around the swamp witch’s head; even more arousal had spilled out of her center and onto Misty’s chin.

After that, with a few more strokes of her tongue against Cordelia’s clit, the older woman had come right into her mouth. Her orgasm was one of the strongest she’d ever had, and Misty instantly noticed: Tremors rocked Cordelia’s body for much longer than usual. Then, without another word, she’d dismounted Misty and curled up against her chest. She was asleep in a matter of seconds.

Misty, on the other hand, had a wicked smirk upon her lips. Cordelia was much too exhausted for anything more that night, but the swamp witch made sure to take note of her discovery.

Their lives went on without incident. Misty watched and waited for the perfect opportunity to present itself. At last, a few days later, she found what she was looking for.

Cordelia had just finished teaching a class. The dining room table began to empty, witches leaving to head upstairs or elsewhere in the academy. Before long, the only one left at the table was Misty.

She beamed up at the Supreme, who was standing at the head of the table. Innocently, she looked up at her girlfriend and said, “You did so good with today’s class, Delia.”

Cordelia whipped around from where she’d been perusing some papers. Her cheeks were bright red, eyes wide and full of shock. Misty continued to stare innocently up at her.

“Oh,” Cordelia answered, trying futilely to regain her composure. “Thank… Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Their gazes stayed on each other. Misty narrowed her eyes, still smiling, as she studied Cordelia’s reaction. It wasn’t long before the Supreme caught on. She glanced away as if Misty’s gaze had electrocuted her.

She took a deep breath and turned back to the papers in her hands. “Anyway,” she said, clearing her throat, “I was thinking of making lasagna for dinner. That okay with you?”

Misty listened as her girlfriend went on about dinner plans for that night, chiming in when prompted. Even so, that slight flush remained on Cordelia’s cheeks. She’d have to try again another time: The older woman seemed determined not to mention her unusual reaction to Misty’s words.

Hours passed, and dinner was upon them before Misty knew it. She and the rest of the witches gathered at the dining room table again to partake in the delicious meal Cordelia had prepared for them.

It was then that Misty devised yet another plan. If Cordelia wasn’t going to bring it up, she’d have to take even more drastic measures. She had to stop herself from grinning deviously as the others engaged in conversation; she loved teasing the easily flustered Supreme.

“So, what do you think?” Cordelia was asking as the coven sat at the dining table. She watched eagerly as the witches took their first bites of the lasagna she’d made.

“This is really good, Cordelia,” Zoe remarked cheerfully after taking a bite.

The other girls voiced their agreement.

Misty made sure to meet Cordelia’s eyes before she spoke. She let a hint of mischief creep into her voice as she said, “Yeah, this is amazin’. You did a great job with dinner, Delia. You always do.”

The conversation went on, but Misty didn’t miss the flush that was steadily creeping up Cordelia’s neck. She had to stifle a bout of self-satisfied laughter at the sight of her embarrassed girlfriend.

To Misty’s pleasant surprise, Cordelia suddenly stood up and cleared her throat. “Misty, can I have a word with you?”

Instantly, a chorus of Oooohs sounded from around the table—mostly thanks to Madison.

“Madison!” Zoe scolded quietly.

Misty hardly paid them any attention as she grinned and followed the Supreme out of the dining room and into the entrance hall.

Once they were out of earshot, Cordelia hissed, “What are you doing?” Her wild eyes met Misty’s—she was clearly still being affected by what the swamp witch had said earlier.

Misty chuckled and raised her eyebrows in a charade of innocence. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“Misty.” Cordelia clenched her jaw.

“Alright, alright. You know, you could’ve just brought it up the other night when… that happened.”

At that, Cordelia blushed furiously. Misty smiled fondly at her.

“I… I know,” the Supreme answered, voice barely a whisper. She stared intently at the floor. “I was just… embarrassed, I guess. I’m sorry if I acted frustrated with you just now.”

“No worries at all, Delia.” Misty closed the distance between them and slung her arms around Cordelia’s neck. After pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, she said, “Let’s talk about this later, ‘kay? The others’ll be wonderin’ where we went. Don’t wanna give ‘em any ideas.” She winked.

Cordelia’s breath audibly hitched; Misty’s lips instantly tilted upward in a smirk. The older woman merely sighed in defeat, a resigned smile upon her face as they went back into the dining room.

The rest of dinner passed by in a blur. Misty kept stealing glances at Cordelia, who was also looking at her most of the time. Every time their eyes met, the Supreme blushed and quickly looked away. It took every ounce of Misty’s self-control to hold back her laughter.

When it was finally time to retire to their shared bedroom for the night, Misty and Cordelia headed up the staircase together and began their usual nighttime routines. They continued to steal fond glances at one another.

At last, both of them were in their pajamas. Misty was sitting on the bed, waiting patiently for her girlfriend to bring up what had happened earlier. Instead, Cordelia made to turn off the lamp on the nightstand.

Misty cleared her throat teasingly.

Cordelia visibly jumped, turning to face the younger woman with a sheepish expression. “Hm?”

“You aren’t gonna get out of this that easily,” Misty said with a chuckle. She felt her gaze soften when Cordelia blushed; she patted her lap indicatively. “Come here, baby.”

The other woman’s cheeks only flushed a deeper shade of pink as she crossed the mattress to straddle Misty’s thighs. She nuzzled into her neck, avoiding her gaze.

“Aw, come on,” Misty murmured, stroking her hair comfortingly and wrapping her arms around her. “Are you going to tell me what’s gotten into you lately?” Misty knew, of course—she just wanted to hear her girlfriend say it.

Cordelia stiffened, shaking her head. “I… It’s embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not. You don’t need to be embarrassed about anythin’ around me, ‘kay?”

Taking a deep breath, Cordelia pulled away until she could meet Misty’s gaze. She bit her lip thoughtfully. “I like it when you say certain… things to me.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Misty smiled, nodding encouragingly. “What things?”

“When you pr—praise me.”

Smiling even wider, Misty pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “That’s it. I knew you could do it.” Cordelia let out a faint whine; Misty’s grin turned into a smirk. “See, nothin’ to be ashamed of.” She leaned in closer until her lips ghosted her girlfriend’s ear. “If you’d told me earlier, we could’ve put this to use a lot sooner.”

A shiver passed through Cordelia’s body, and Misty could feel it as it traveled down her spine. She pressed a heated kiss to the Supreme’s neck, relishing in the groan that it drew from her. Not a moment later, Cordelia’s hips jerked against where she was straddling Misty’s thighs. Their eyes met, mutually agreeing on what was going to happen next. They simultaneously undressed and reconvened in the same position as before.

Misty instantly shifted so that only one of her thighs was in between Cordelia’s. When she pressed it upward, she could feel the wet heat of her girlfriend’s core. She had to stifle a moan of her own at the delectable sensation.

“Misty,” Cordelia huffed, tilting her head so that their lips could meet.

The swamp witch melted into the kiss. She dragged her tongue along Cordelia’s lips, humming in approval when she opened her mouth to allow it entry. When their tongues brushed against each other, both of them moaned.

Cordelia’s hips bucked again—this time, Misty was ready. She placed her hands on the other woman’s waist to steady her. Cordelia’s eyes met hers questioningly. Misty nodded, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Go on,” she murmured, face close enough to Cordelia’s to feel her warm breath on her lips. “Ride my thigh. Take what you need.”

The Supreme moaned at the words alone. She ground her hips forward, hands firmly planted on Misty’s shoulders. Cordelia gasped as her core met the toned muscle of her lover’s thigh.

“Good,” Misty breathed, her own pulse beginning to race. “God, you look so pretty, like this.”

At that, Cordelia let out a string of moans that made Misty’s heart skip a beat. She felt wetness begin to form between her own legs.

The swamp witch leaned forward, leaving a trail of kisses down Cordelia’s neck. The other woman continued to grind against Misty’s thigh, smearing arousal on her skin as she got closer and closer to crashing over the edge.

When Misty’s lips traveled further down to take one of her hardened nipples into her mouth, Cordelia cried out even louder. Her hips jerked forward even more erratically; Misty knew she was close.

“You’re doin’ so good for me, sweetheart,” Misty breathed, switching to press kisses to her other breast.

The words had a profound effect on Cordelia: She let out a keening moan and gasped, losing herself to her desire. Misty pulled away for a moment to admire her—she’d never looked so beautiful, and that was saying something. Her hair was plastered to her brow, slick with sweat. Her skin was flushed and her eyes were glazed. It was something Misty always wanted to remember.

Another erratic thrust of Cordelia’s hips snapped Misty out of her trance. The Supreme leaned forward to hide her face in her girlfriend’s shoulder, and Misty held her as she kept grinding against her thigh. She was tantalizingly close—both of them could feel it.

Misty cooed and comforted her as she neared the edge. Knowing what she needed, she trailed a hand down her body to massage her clit. Cordelia cried out at the sudden contact.

“Come for me, baby,” Misty murmured into her hair. “You’ve been so good for me. So, so good. Come for me, you can do it.”

Those words, combined with Misty’s firm touch on her clit, were enough to bring Cordelia hurtling over the edge. Her whole body shook, and Misty held her through every spasm of her orgasm, arousal spilling onto the swamp witch’s thigh all the while.

Finally, Cordelia stilled, and Misty brought her hands up to wrap them around her shoulders. She kissed the top of her head lovingly.

“You were perfect, honey,” she said, running her hands up and down the small of her girlfriend’s back.

Cordelia eventually pulled away enough to meet Misty’s eyes. She was smiling, her face still flushed. “Thank you.” She leaned in and pressed a quick, passionate kiss to her lips.

Misty was lost in her gaze when Cordelia suddenly began to move. However, instead of standing up, she sank to her knees and pushed Misty’s thighs apart. The swamp witch’s arousal was instantly rekindled as lust-filled brown eyes stared up at her.

“I want to keep being good for you.”

Chapter Text

Misty flopped down onto the gigantic bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so bored.

After a moment, she felt the mattress dip next to her. “It’s weird being in here without Cordy,” Madison mused; Misty saw her observing the large room out of the corner of her eye.

“Yeah. Borin’, too.”

She could practically sense the younger witch’s eyeroll. “Right. Poor Swampy, not being able to have sex for a couple of days.”

Misty sat up with a good-natured scoff, propping herself up on her elbows. “Oh? When’s the last time you got any?”

“Shut up.” The actress’s laugh echoed throughout the high-ceilinged bedroom.

The next few minutes passed in a companionable silence. After that, Misty and Madison talked about anything else they could think of; however, they both remained incredibly bored. Misty missed her girlfriend, and Madison missed the woman who had become a mother figure to her in recent years.

Cordelia had, after all, been away for multiple days on a business trip. She was off in some faraway city, meeting with a group of important witches for some reason or another. It was clear how the reigning Supreme was vital to the coven’s dynamic—just a couple of days without her left the witches weary and missing her. Plus, it was her first time being away from the coven for this long. It was clear that everyone was being affected by the gaping hole her absence left behind.

Suddenly, the sound of Misty’s ringtone interrupted one of Madison’s halfhearted rants. The swamp witch hurriedly sat up, praying her phone displayed the one name she always wanted to see. To her relief, it did:

Cordelia.

“Is it Cordy?” Madison asked, leaning over her shoulder. When her suspicions were proved correct, she groaned and stood up. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Maybe one of these days she’ll decide to call me.” At the surprisingly tender admission, she whipped around to face Misty, eyes wide. “I’d hang up. I mean, I wouldn’t answer. Just so you know.”

Misty rolled her eyes playfully. “Right, right. Now, go on. Shoo.” She waved Madison out of the room and leaned back on the pillows when she heard the door close behind her. At last, she answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” Misty instantly began to beam at the sound of Cordelia’s voice. “How’s everything going? No one’s burned the house down yet, have they?”

Misty chuckled fondly. “No, no, they haven’t, Delia. Everythin’—and everyone—is fine.”

Despite the previous humor in the Supreme’s tone, she heard Cordelia heave a sigh of relief. “Good. I’m glad.”

“So, how’s everythin’ goin’ over there?” Misty asked. She was beyond eager to hear about her girlfriend’s day and her adventures in the city.

“Fine, fine… The meeting’s tomorrow. I walked around a bit, but I really won’t have that much time to explore Philadelphia, which is disappointing. I’ve always wanted to come here.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. Maybe we can go together sometime.”

Cordelia seemed to tangibly perk up at the idea. “I’d love that!” Her voice took on a slightly anxious tone as she asked, “Did the classes go alright today? Is everyone handling the change okay? Oh, God, Coco told me to remind her about those limited-edition cupcakes that go on sale today. If she forgot to buy them, she’s going to kill me…”

“Hey, relax. Like I said, everythin’s fine over here.” Misty couldn’t help but grin at Cordelia’s worry. She admired her girlfriend’s immense concern for the coven. “As for classes, they went pretty well. Zoe’s never given a better lecture, if I do say so myself.” Cordelia laughed from the other line. “And don’t you worry—I reminded Coco about those cupcakes. I think she would’ve been fine even if I hadn’t. She’s been talkin’ about them nonstop all week.”

The Supreme laughed again. “I’m glad. Thank you for helping everyone out. I really appreciate it, honey.”

“Oh, it’s nothin’. Thanks for trustin’ me enough to take care of ‘em.” Misty felt her cheeks warm at Cordelia’s sincere words.

“Now that we’ve made sure no one’s on fire,” Cordelia continued, laughing, “how have you been? What have you been up to?”

Misty grinned. “I was in the greenhouse for most of the day. Takin’ care of the marigolds we managed to plant before—” She paused, waiting for the other woman to remember. Misty felt a wave of satisfaction when she heard Cordelia’s breath hitch from the other line.

“I… I see.” Cordelia seemed about to comment on the greenhouse; changed her mind; instead said, “God, I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, sweetheart,” Misty answered. A pang of longing her busy day hadn’t allowed reverberated throughout her body: She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around her girlfriend in a tight embrace.

An expectant pause fell over them, during which Misty could’ve sworn she heard Cordelia take a deep breath.

“You’re still thinkin’ about what we did in the greenhouse yesterday, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Cordelia breathed the moment Misty had stopped talking.

“Thought so.” Misty smirked, gazing up at the ceiling while memories of her own flitted through her mind. A wicked idea suddenly came to her. Oh, she was going to have fun with this. “Y’know, we should do that more often. No one goes in the greenhouse unless there’s a class. We basically have the whole place to ourselves…”

At that, Cordelia actually whimpered. Misty felt the beginnings of arousal settle somewhere deep inside her.

“I think I’d like that,” Misty went on, relishing in the effect she knew she was having on her Cordelia. “You could be as loud as you wanted, too. We wouldn’t have to worry about soundproofin’ the place with magic like we usually do.”

“Oh… Oh my God,” Cordelia panted. Misty could hear a rustling sound from the other line. “Keep talking…”

The swamp witch raised a mischievous eyebrow. “You’d better be quiet. Don’t want the people in the next room to hear you.”

Contrary to Misty’s words, Cordelia let out a high-pitched whine.

“Easy, now.” Misty chuckled darkly. She knew her own desire would carry over in the husky timbre of her voice; leaning back further against the pillows, she snaked a hand down her stomach to toy with the waistband of her underwear. When she let her fingers dip inside her, she groaned at the sensation: She was already wet.

“Misty,” she heard Cordelia murmur. Misty pressed the phone closer to her ear, not wanting to miss a single breath. “I… want you. Need you.”

“I’m right here, darlin’.” Misty pushed her fingers deeper inside her, collecting her arousal on her fingertips before trailing them upward to circle her clit. Her hips bucked up against her hand of their own accord. A deep groan clawed its way up her throat.

Cordelia moaned at almost the same time. If Misty listened closely, she could hear a wet clicking noise from the other line. It was enough to stoke the flames of her own arousal.

“God, you sound so fuckin’ wet,” Misty muttered, voice low and husky with desire. “I bet you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah… Yeah,” Cordelia huffed, and the wet sounds from her end became even louder. “God, Misty, please—”

“I’m here,” Misty repeated, propping her phone on her shoulder. She allowed her newly freed hand to slip under her shirt to massage one of her breasts. The sensation made her gasp; her nipple quickly hardened as she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. All the while, she kept circling her clit with her other hand. Before long, a familiar pressure began to build at the base of her spine. From the desperate breathing and moaning from Cordelia’s end, she could tell the other witch was close as well.

As soon as she’d thought it, she heard Cordelia cry, “Misty, I’m so close—Oh, God—”

“I’m with you, baby,” Misty answered, fingers rubbing furiously at her clit. She let out a low moan. “I’m with you. Let go, you can do it. Come for me, Delia.”

Her words sent Cordelia over the edge. She heard a sharp cry, and then a tantalizing string of moans fell from her girlfriend’s lips. In turn, those sounds caused Misty’s own orgasm to crash over her. She desperately massaged her clit as waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through her body. A low moan escaped her lips, and, with one last jerk of her hips, she took a deep breath. She leaned fully back against the pillows, taking her phone back in her hand.

On the other line, she could hear Cordelia’s own heavy breathing. “You alright over there?” Misty asked, chuckling. Her voice was slightly faint with exhaustion.

“More than alright.” Cordelia laughed. “God, that was incredible. I… I’m glad that happened.”

A wide grin pulled at Misty’s lips. “Me, too. Even if I couldn’t see you, I loved hearin’ you. You make such pretty noises…”

Cordelia groaned, and Misty chuckled deviously. “Don’t say that right now. Save it for… I don’t know, tomorrow night.”

“Oh?” The swamp witch’s grin quickly turned into a smirk. “It’s a date, then.”

“Mhm.” A pause; then: “Shit, it’s late. I’ll call you when I can, okay?”

“Sounds good to me. Good luck at the meetin’ tomorrow. Bye, baby, I love you.”

“Thank you. I love you too, Misty. Bye.”

With that, both of them hung up. Misty placed her phone on the bedside table and flopped back down on the mattress. A wide grin was plastered on her face as she stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Shattering the silence, an abrupt knock sounded against the door. Misty sat up and watched as Madison let herself in.

“Hey,” the younger witch said, carrying a cup of tea. A tentative smile was pulling at her lips. “I know you like the tea Cordy makes, so I brought—God, why are you so fucking sweaty?”

Misty froze. She hadn’t realized her appearance would give anything away. She simply stared at Madison, dumbfounded

Madison rolled her eyes, placed the tea on the nightstand, and made to leave the room. “I should have known.”

Laughing, Misty took a sip of the tea. “Thanks, by the way. That was sweet.”

As Madison left the room, Misty could’ve sworn her cheeks were slightly pinker than usual.