A/N : Marked "mature" to be on the safe side, since it's a delicate subject that not everybody will enjoy, but it's mostly only teen and up. ;)
Consider this AU or an untold story of Joanna and Wendy fogotten past. First of 6 chapters.
The moment I remove my lips from my sister's, I feel like I did something terribly inappropriate. I back off from Joanna's body delicately. I want to say something, but I'm at lost for words, lost in her intense gaze. The kiss felt so right, so needed in that moment, but I know her too well to be tricked into thinking this spontaneous gesture would go without annoying consequences. Half expecting her to make a scene, half expecting her to rationalize my gesture to the extreme, I stand there motionless, waiting like a cat on an apprehensive stance. To my surprise, my sister simply frowns and tilt her head, silently questioning what just had happened, apparently at loss for words herself.
Which is reassuring, I decide. I let go of the breath I was holding as I stutter with my explanations. "I... huh... it... mmh... you know?"
That's it. I can't name it, I can't say the words. I can't find them. There are no words. The kiss... it is just instinct and feelings and loneliness. And being the only two grown up witches in an estranged world. It is me being so fed up with a world filled with people who hate me or despise my gifts, our gifts. It is because I'm exhausted to see the few people I care for die... or to have to leave them behind because they age and I don't. It is because I want to feel close to someone who understands it all. It is...
There are no words. The air is dense around us, like when we're about to do magic. Our gaze are locked together, exchanging information I can't put in sentences. Joanna is surprisingly quiet as I lean in for a second kiss, as guise of explanation.
Chaste as it might be, the kiss feels more than a sisterly gesture. I linger on her lips, allowing myself a brief taste of her skin, inhaling her scent, that well known scent that feels like home and caramel.
This time she's the one who break the contact first.
"Wendy, this... this is wrong."
And here it comes, I mentally sigh in frustration.
"We're sisters." Joanna concluded.
"Ah, yes, yes I get that!" I was about to storm out, but I suddenly think better of it. "I know that." I acknowledge on a calmer note, wishing to at least share a few words. "But... we're the only two witches here. And I... hmm, after what happened... I just, maybe, feel the need for some intimacy with someone I can actually feel close to. Beside," I change my tone to speak on a lighter and more sultry voice, closing the space between us "I'm barren. So you and me, whatever we do, you don't have to worry about making me pregnant." I add an unnecessary wink and a shrug, just for the show of it.
My attempt at levity has the desired effect, as I witness Joanna's lips soon crack into a smile.
"Oh Wendy..." She shake her head, still smiling. "What would I do without you?"
My heart sink at her last comment, but I'm quick to push the feeling aside. Instead, I grant her a big warm smile and a shrug. "Well, if ever you change your mind, you know where to find me." I finish on a playful note, exaggerating my movements to emphasis my point, and then exit the room.