Disclaimer: I don't own Worst Witch and unfortunately never will
A/N: This is just a bit of random nonsense that for some reason, I couldn't get out of my head.
Late Night Liasions
I couldn't stop thinking about him and knew that I had to see him again; I crept out the Academy, wearing little more than gold heels, red lingerie and a fur coat.
Arriving some fifteen minutes later, I knocked on the door. He was surprised to see me; surprised but delighted. He opened his mouth to say something; I put my finger on his lips "sssh, no talking", I whispered. He nodded and led me indoors.
He went into the kitchen and was returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses when I dropped the fur coat; I caught his eye and as I suspected the wine was instantly forgotten about.
We kissed; gentle at first, but then hard and passionate, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where he was like an octopus; his hands were all over me and I was enjoying every single second of it. He was certainly good with his hands and knew his way around a woman - the same way that a mechanic knew his way about an engine.
I was at the climax of the most mind-blowing orgasm, when the crowing of the morning crow pulled me sharply from my fantasy and I knew it was time to get up and prepare for the day ahead.
I entered the staff room.
"Good morning Constance", Amelia said cheerily.
"Good morning", I replied.
"Well I certainly don't think we'll be seeing Icy Stevens again anytime soon, not after that frog escapade, do you?" she asked.
"No, I replied crisply as I picked up my mug of tea, after she had left the room I finished my sentence, only in my dreams. Until tonight my sweet", I said with a slight smile.