A/N: If you haven't read the previous story,"A Different Start", the gist is that Constance and Imogen met in slightly different circumstances. This is set around a month after the end of that one & before the one-shot "Winter Solstice."
I'm leaving it incomplete as I'd like to add to it in the future (though probably not always with something as M-rated as this :)) I do, however, have a one shot in a similar vein posted on AO3 that I'm happy to add here if anyone is interested.
Hope you enjoy and thanks to Hatrack- if you happen to read this, reading New Tricks definitely prompted me to get cracking on this one.
"She'll be here soon." Amelia smiled at a worried looking Constance, whose gaze was fixed on the large grandfather clock that dominated the hotel lobby
"I know, we still have five minutes."
It took three and a half minutes, not that Constance was counting, but nobody could have missed Imogen's arrival.
"Oh, my.", Davina gasped.
It was more than Constance could manage. Her mouth was open, but there were no words coming out as she took in the vision in front of her. Rather than wearing a formal dress like the other women attending the Cauldronite anniversary dinner, Imogen had taken things in a different direction by wearing a tuxedo.
And she looked incredible.
First, there was the black tuxedo jacket, perfectly cut to show off her toned shoulders and slim waist. Underneath that was a crisp white shirt, open just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, exactly the right amount to make her partner's mouth water.
Eventually, Constance managed to force her eyes downwards, taking in the tight trousers and the extremely high black pencil heels that explained how they were suddenly very close to the same height.
"You said black tie." Imogen felt very exposed. Had she made a mistake with her choice?
"You look…" , Constance started.
"Too much? Too stereotypical?"
"Perfect."
The discomfort of her ridiculously expensive, but cripplingly uncomfortable shoes, suddenly became completely worthwhile as Imogen realised what the look on Constance's face meant.
"Thank you. And you look so gorgeous." Constance may have gone with more traditional attire, but the long black chiffon dress with intricate lace detail covering her chest and arms made her look so….. "Sexy.", Imogen whispered.
"Someone's going to get it." Davina, who rarely felt the need to whisper, singsonged loudly.
"Hush.", Amelia elbowed her, though she was in complete agreement. "Looks like they're calling us in. Shall we?"
While the two older witches made their way into the dining hall, Constance kept Imogen back for a moment.
"Thank you for being here." Oblivious to the people walking past, she stroked her fingers along Imogen's hair. "It means so much to me."
"And you mean so much to me, of course I was going to be here." Imogen leaned forward for a kiss. "I guess we'd better go in."
As they made their way to their table, Constance was well aware of the glances they were receiving. She wasn't surprised. In previous years she had hated this event due to the looks and the whispers that were always aimed at her.
"Well and truly on the shelf."
"So pretty but too focused on her work, nobody will ever crack that shell again."
But this year things were different. Since the last formal dinner, Constance's circumstances had changed. She had met and fallen in love with the most incredible woman she could ever have dreamed of. They lived together, worked together and when not at the castle, shared a beautiful home together. In short, she had never been so happy in her life and as Imogen had said, this was it for both of them.
So, while there were still looks and comments, this time they were ones of surprise, of admiration and in some cases, clear jealousy.
"They should be jealous.", she thought smugly to herself as she led Imogen by the hand to where Amelia and Davina were sitting with some other Cauldronite members. "She's perfect and she's all mine."
The meal was delicious, but both Constance and Imogen barely picked at their food, they were far too distracted by each other. It was the same during the speeches. Previously Constance would have been hanging on every word, but it was impossible to concentrate when Imogen was giving her that look as she slowly sipped from her champagne glass.
Imogen for her part was really trying to stay involved in the conversation between Amelia and a fellow witch, whose name had completely slipped her mind. If she was honest, the only thing that was really on her mind right now was Constance. Constance's kisses and her body, especially the hands that were discreetly roaming over her thighs underneath the tablecloth.
Finally, the meal and speeches came to an end and while the majority of people would stay behind for more drinking and dancing, this was the point where Constance always left.
"Let's go home. I have plans for you.", she whispered in Imogen's ear.
"Oh, I thought maybe we'd stay."
Constance's eyebrows raised rapidly. Why would Imogen want to stay when they could be alone, in bed, completely naked and wrapped around each other?
"Stay?"
Imogen raised her own eyebrows in return, she had another surprise up her sleeve. "Stay here, at the hotel. I've booked us in for the weekend. That's why I drove here myself and why I was a little late, I wanted to do something nice for you. I also wanted to set the room up for what I have in mind."
"And what exactly is it you have in mind?" Constance was thrilled with the surprise.
"Put it this way, I'm hoping what Davina's comments about 'someone getting it' earlier was correct."
"Oh it was, and believe me, I am going to be doing something very, very nice for you."
"Looks like we have the same idea. Let's make a break for it."
They quickly said their goodbyes to an amused Amelia before making their way upstairs to the room.
"This one.", Imogen murmured. She was so distracted by the kisses and eager hands that it took her three attempts to get the key to work. But eventually the door opened and they fell into the dimly lit room.
Imogen's jacket hit the floor instantly.
"No.", Constance hissed in her ear. "Don't take anything else off. I want to remove every single item of clothing you are wearing. Slowly."
"Only if you promise to take your time removing your own while I watch. And no magic."
Constance had absolutely no problem with that, though without magic she did need a little help with something. It was almost impossible to pull away from the kisses that Imogen peppered down her neck and along her back as she lowered the zip but somehow she managed.
She turned to face her lover, slowly pulling her dress down over her satin clad breasts, then over her hips, exposing the matching Brazilian knickers she knew Imogen loved to see her in. She then stepped gracefully out of the pool of fabric before reaching back to unclasp her bra, only feeling sexier as she heard Imogen's appreciative gasp.
"Do you like this?", she asked as she brushed her hands over her already hard nipples.
"Oh, I do." Imogen knew how to play this game. She maintained eye contact as she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her trousers. "I like it as much as you like this."
"Hmmm, I do.", Constance whispered as she slipped her shoes off and moved closer. "But I'd much rather help you out."
They kissed again before Constance started to remove Imogen's blouse, taking the opportunity herself to kiss each bit of skin she was exposing.
"Very nice." She ran her fingers over the sheer white bra, noticing with pleasure how the rosy nipples strained through the fabric at her touch. By the time she removed it, they were rock hard and she couldn't keep her hands. or her mouth, off them.
"Mmmmmmm." Imogen threw her head back and moaned. "That feels so good."
"I've wanted to do that from the moment I saw you tonight." Constance leaned back and licked her lips. "I could do that for hours, but I'm rather curious about something."
"What's that?", Imogen gasped as she looked down. The sight of Constance on her knees, dressed only in her stockings and a pair of extremely indecent knickers was hot enough. But when she reached for the trouser zip and gently lowered it, Imogen could feel her legs start to buckle. She forced herself to grip the desk she was leaning against, not wanting to miss a second of what was happening.
"Well my love…." Constance looked up with a naughty glint in her eye. "I couldn't help but notice the lack of a line underneath these rather tight trousers. At first I thought maybe you were wearing a thong, but I couldn't help but hope for something else. Absolutely nothing. Which is just what I found. I'm almost glad I didn't know for sure until now, otherwise I would have never made it through that meal."
Imogen's laugh turned into a sigh of relief as her killer heels were finally removed. "Oh, not to ruin the illusion, but that feels really good. I love them, but they hate me."
"Well, I love you.", Constance told her as she rose to her feet. "No matter what shoes you're wearing."
"Even when I'm wearing my battered old gardening shoes?" , Imogen teased as she sat on the desk so she could wrap her legs around Constance's thighs
"Especially then."
There was no more talking for several minutes as they kissed, fondled, stroked and moved against each other. Eventually Imogen broke the silence.
"I brought something special along with me. Something we could enjoy together."
"Oh?"
The hopeful expression told Imogen she had made the right decision. "Can I take it you're interested?"
"If it's what I think it is then, yes, I'm very interested."
"Good." Imogen stole another kiss before carefully lowering herself off the desk. "You get on the bed and wait for me, I won't be long." She walked slowly towards her case, bending slowly to remove the bag, ensuring she was providing a good view of her backside as she did so.
"Hurry up." Constance could feel herself getting wetter by the second.
"Just a moment.", Imogen smirked over her shoulder before entering the bathroom. She opened the bag and removed the toy she had brought along for the occasion. It was one they had chosen together several months beforehand and had quickly become a favourite for the mutual pleasure it brought them.
Imogen stepped into the harness and adjusted the base so it was as designed, against her clit. As she tightened the straps around her hips, she shook away any embarrassment, it was completely worth it for what she knew was about to happen.
"Come here." Constance beckoned as soon as Imogen re-entered the bedroom. She had removed her underwear but, knowing what was expected, left her stockings on. "I love you.", she whispered as Imogen crawled onto the large bed.
"I know you do and I love you too. So much."
The kisses started slowly, building up again as their hands roamed and their nipples brushed together.
"Oooh." Constance tilted her head back, her hair flowing down her back as Imogen mouthed along her throat and collarbone while at the same time rubbing the toy along her folds.
"I want you."
"How?" Constance's eyes were practically black as she forced herself to focus on Imogen. "Do you want me on my back? On my knees? Do you want to tie me up? Bend me over the bed? Have me on my side so you can whisper in my ear all the dirty things you want to do to me?"
Imogen did want all of those things, but there was something else she wanted more.
"I want to be on my back watching as you ride me. Slowly, quickly, whatever it takes to make you scream." She lay back against the plump pillows and held the base of the dildo so it was in the perfect position.
Constance kept her eyes locked on Imogen's as she slowly lowered herself down as directed, one hand on Imogen's shoulder, the other on her breasts as her body accepted the intrusion. She gasped as her thighs brushed against her partner's hips.
"Okay?"
"Very much so." Constance leaned down for a kiss.
"I need to see you move baby." Imogen couldn't wait any longer.
And move Constance did. She would always deny it when Imogen complimented her on it, but she was the master, or rather mistress, of sensual movement. She moved slowly at first, biting her lip and rolling her hips, knowing Imogen was loving the show. Then she sped things up, allowing her breasts to bounce freely with each thrust. But as soon as she could feel herself getting close to orgasm, she slowed things down again.
"Not yet. I'm having too much fun watching you watching me."
Imogen laughed before stretching up to take one of the tempting dusky nipples into her mouth again. "Take your time, we have all night."
Eventually, the body contact and the words of love and desire meant that things had to come to a climax. Constance tilted her pelvis slightly, bringing the toy even deeper inside her as well as rubbing perfectly against Imogen's clit before reaching down to touch herself.
Imogen was right on the edge, but gathered her wits enough to make one last request. "Let me." She moved Constance's fingers, replacing them with her own thumb, knowing exactly what worked for her lover.
The room was filled with the scent of sex, the sound of satisfied groans and as commanded, a scream from Constance as she came right along with Imogen. They tried to hold onto the feeling for as long as possible, but eventually it faded away, leaving them both covered in sweat and gasping for air.
"Hey?" Imogen half formed the question as Constance pressed their foreheads together and whimpered softly.
"I'm okay." Constance was still shaking slightly but smiled as she pulled back a bit. "It still surprises me." At the inquisitive look, she carried on. "How intense things are between us and how safe I feel with you."
"You're always safe.", Imogen promised. "And you'll always be mine."
"I know.", Constance whispered, bending down for another kiss before wincing slightly as she lifted herself off the toy. "Time to clean up."
Imogen agreed, "I'll clean this off and then there's a pretty good tub in the bathroom. Maybe we should take advantage, ease any aches we might feel tomorrow?"
Constance stretched slightly before removing her stockings and tossing them on top of her dress. "Not too much though, it's like you say about exercise, a little ache the next day isn't a bad thing. Besides, I like knowing exactly what caused it."
"That's true and I do too." Imogen removed the harness carefully and rose from the bed so she could wrap her arms around Constance. "It reminds me that I belong to you too."
"Good because you do. I saw people looking at you earlier. Men and women who couldn't take their eyes off you and you know something?"
"What's that?", Imogen asked warily.
"I wasn't in the slightest bit jealous. I was proud. Proud that you chose me, proud that you looked so incredible and proud that in a room full of witches, you were the one drawing the attention."
"Not just me. You got plenty of admiring looks as well and for good reason. And everything you said about me, that's how I feel about you as well. You and me remember? Which means you are the only one whose opinion of me really matters."
"So…" Constance grinned as she pulled Imogen towards the bathroom. "Does that mean if I tell you how much that tuxedo turned me on, you'll wear it again sometime?"
"Let's make a deal. If you wear our little bedroom toy over the weekend, I'll dress up in my tux whenever you want."
"It's hardly little.", Constance whispered, the delicious ache between her legs reminding her just how good the toy had felt. However, the thought of using it on Imogen, imagining her in the positions she had listed off earlier, that felt just as good. "But yes, I agree to your terms."
"You make it sound so formal.", Imogen laughed as she turned on the taps.
"It has been a very formal evening." Constance teased back
"True, but there are no formalities between us are there?"
"No.", Constance winked. "Even formal-wear doesn't seem to last too long. I wonder why."
They were both laughing as they stepped into the tub. Dressing up and going out was fun on occasion, but given the choice, they would always choose staying in together and dressing in the most informal way possible.
In absolutely nothing.