I Put A Spell On You
A Queer!Tharja and TransW!Libra Fanfiction
By Nagone
Summary: Tharja decides to put on something nice for Libra.
Rated: T+
Genre: Romance
Warnings: suggested sexual situations
Prompt: Character A discovers something that Character B is interested and tries to be alluring with it, and Character B doesn't know what to do.
When Libra came home from work, she nearly fainted.
It had been a long day at the local daycare. A case of the common cold had rendered more than a few children ill, and by noon, parents had to be called to come take their children home. It had been tedious: after all, the center had to be cleansed and that left Libra returning back to her home later than usual. Coupled with errands, she didn't get back until the sun was dipping beyond the horizon, the sky a combination of reds, yellows, and purples as the day drew to an end.
Of course, Libra had been looking forward to seeing her partner. Eerie as she may be, Tharja was a welcome reprieve from screaming children and demanding parents. Rarely did Tharja ask of anything from Libra, although they had strong communication. So when she made her way up the well worn path to their cozy cottage, baskets laden with fresh foods and necessities, she was eager for an evening of relaxation.
Yet as soon as she opened the door, the baskets dropped, fruit rolling about the entryway, bread dirty with mud.
Tharja lay on the kitchen table, curvy form clad in red lingerie. It hugged her generous form, wrapping around her hips, clinging to her breasts, and hinting at the flesh beneath. The sides were sheer, thin lace that revealed she wore no undergarments, and a rose, made from fabric, rested on the left side of her hips. All together the garment was pleasing, enough that Libra felt speechless.
"T-T-Tharja?!" Libra exclaimed, kneeling down to retrieve the dropped items. Tharja spun up to a sitting position and climbed down from the table, crossing over to doorway. She knelt down and grabbed at the food, revealing a hint of cleavage. Libra felt a familiar tightening sensation in her pants and groaned, quickly grabbing at the items and shoving them messily into the basket.
"How are you, my dear?" Tharja asked. She looked up, smiling gently. Libra gulped and rose to her feet, stepping past Tharja, trying to disguise the bulge in her pants.
"I'm good. Sorry for being so late: the school had a problem. A lot of the children fell ill today," Libra deposited her basket on the counter, pushing a blonde braid back behind her ear.
Tharja came up behind Libra, pressing her form against Libra. She reached around and cupped the bulge in her pants, and Libra froze up, trying hard to control her feelings. "Well, I'm glad you're back. Perhaps I could mix up a draught for your so you won't get sick?" Tharja asked, squeezing the front of Libra's pants. "So… do you like what I'm wearing?"
Libra turned around, moving Tharja's hand nervously from her crotch. "You look… You look stunning," she answered, cupping Tharja's cheek. "I…"
Tharja leaned forward, lips tilting into a shy smile. "You what?" Tharja's hand returned to Libra's crotch and she rubbed, pressing firmly.
Libra whimpered. "Ah, I… don't stop," she managed, gaze going hazy. Tharja nodded and nuzzled Libra's shoulder, cooing as she rubbed harder.
Within moments, Libra felt her pants and undergarments turn damp, a dark spot appearing on her crotch. Tharja removed her hand and slipped it into Libra's and smiled. "Shall we go get clean?" she suggested. "The food, and dinner, can wait. After all I… I have to make sure you're not sick."
Libra chuckled and smiled, scooping Tharja up into her arms and kissing her brow. The lingerie hitched up, revealing her hips and hinting at more. "I hardly think that we'll be clean when I'm done." Tharja let out a whoop and together, they dashed to their bedroom.