The Walls We Build Around Us
Disclaimer: Characters are the creation of Jill Murphy
Summary: Constance and Imogen are forced to share a room but it brings up past memories for Constance that she's not sure she wants to remember. Rated M for later chapters. Reviews very much appreciated, unbeta-d piece of work any mistakes please forgive me. Final chapter :-( what a ride though! Definitely M RATED folks, you don't like femslash then you're in the wrong place.
Landing with her feet firmly on the floor did not rid her of the dizzy feeling Constance's quick thinking had caused and she stumbled forward but was caught by two caressing arms.
"I'm sorry, I just thought-" muttered the witch.
"Sssh, it's alright," Imogen was quick to assure her that she didn't mind her actions. She could see the nervousness mixed in with desire in her eyes and brought her arms around the woman. They were in their room; Imogen started at having thought of it as their room, for that's what it was really, it was the place where they had fought against each other and for each other to get to that point.
Taking hold of her hand she walked towards the bed then second guessed herself. That would distract her too much and she'd not say what she'd been trying to say for so long. Reluctantly she let go of her hand and moved to the head of the bed, grasping two of the pillows and moved back to the foot of the bed. Placing them on the floor she sat down on her own and motioned for Constance to copy her who arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"Come on, you've eaten chocolate now sit on a pillow," she teased enjoying the playful side of their relationship.
Once Constance was settled Imogen took in a deep breath suddenly giddy with nerves, it was one thing to lust after someone but something else entirely when feelings such as she had were involved. She took the woman's hands in her own again and marvelled at the fine, porcelain skin between her own slightly tanned skin.
"I love you," it hung in the air between them and Imogen became more nervous with each second that passed and the myriad of emotions which danced across the other woman's face. She looked down, afraid that she had rushed things too quickly and could feel the embarrassment spread up her neck and across her face.
Tears stung at her eyes as she began to ramble on, "I'm sorry, it's just I thought we were too late and I promised myself that if we made it to you in time, I'd make sure I told you but then things got in the way and it always seemed like a stupid time to say it, I'll, I'll go-" she made to stand up but was pulled back down by the witch into a searing kiss. But she was still mentally kicking herself at her words and pulled away, "Constance you don't have to do that."
The witch looked at her pointedly as if she was being absurd and then Imogen let out a tiny gasp as image upon image was played before her eyes along with flashes of feeling.
The first time they'd met with a feeling of awe that was quickly pushed away.
Serge and herself flirting and the hurt and jealousy it had caused the witch. Then later on kneeling at her feet and despite the danger for the pupils there was a flicker of desire.
Seeing Imogen asleep and the urge to protect her in her vulnerable state.
The feeling of security and love as she slept knowing that Imogen was there to drive away any nightmares.
Their near kiss in the Potions' Lab and the overwhelming urge to bring Imogen towards her and claim her lips.
The fear and pain at the return of Broomhead turned to joy at the end of it all, at being back in Imogen's arms.
Their kisses, each one played before her eyes. She remembered how she felt during them but could also feel how Constance felt.
"I love you too," the magical voice brought her away from the images but she could still feel the emotions that accompanied these words and a tear slid down her face which the witch came forward to kiss away. They became lost in small kisses enjoying their new found intimacy until eventually Imogen found herself on the floor with Constance on top of her, the witch's longer hair creating a curtain around them to further block out the outside world leaving just them.
Pulling back, Imogen's curiosity got the better of her, "what did you just do?" Constance laughed and kissed the tip of her nose before pulling herself up and bringing the other woman with her.
"And they say my priorities need reordering," the women stood pressed against each other as if afraid to bring any space between them for fear of the consequences. Despite her words she seemed reluctant to discuss it but Imogen pressed on.
"That's what Broomhead wanted from you isn't it? And that's why it seemed like you were having an argument right before…"
Constance nodded, "part of my being an accomplished witch includes the rare and highly sought after ability to share my thoughts and read the thoughts of others," her words were tinged with resentment, clearly after years of having hated her ability. Imogen was in awe however as she doubted she would never comprehend the power and strength of this woman.
"So you could know everything I think and feel everything I feel?" she asked timidly and Constance just nodded her head again, "kiss me." She hoped the other woman would understand her request as she was unable to form the words she wanted, overcome with passion and love for the magnificent creature before her.
As their lips touched it was like an electric current running through their bodies setting their nerves alight. Both women could feel the passion that a simple kiss ignited within them.
Bed. Neither of them knew which one had thought it but Imogen had turned Constance around until the back of her knees hit the mattress and they fell onto the bed laughing as they went. They continued to laugh with each other between kisses until Imogen leant backwards to straddle Constance's hips.
Constance marvelled at her beauty, the way the moonlight illuminated her flushed skin and the love and laughter that shone in her eyes at her.
"Thank you," she said shyly.
"Aah, I guess it's harder to turn off then turn on with you than with anyone else," she blushed.
"Well I don't mind at all," she laughed and brought her lips down once more. She sucked on her bottom lip then nipped at it gently causing Constance to moan and arch her back which sent a jolt of desire to Imogen's core, feeling the other woman's chest pressed into her own.
She slowly began to kiss and nip along her jaw bone and up to her ear taking it between her teeth. Constance took advantage of this and twisted her head around in order to place kisses of her own along the sports teacher's neck while her hands moved to lift under her blouse and caress the newly exposed skin of her lower back.
Deftly, Constance flipped them both so that she was on top of Imogen with a knee insinuated between her thighs, just out of reach in order to tease her. She smiled down at her smugly as the blonde woman pouted at having lost her position over her. Unable to resist Constance bent down to suck on her bottom lip making Imogen gasp in delight allowing their tongues to duel in an age old dance.
Constance's hand slipped down the front of Imogen's blouse slowly opening each button and lightly dancing over the new skin.
'Tease.'
'Most definitely.'
She smiled down smugly at her and then licked a slow path down her neck and lightly traced the outline of her bra noting the delicate white lace that enclosed her breasts.
"Constance," she heard and felt her beg for more of her attention so she brought her hands up to cup her through the material and teased her nipples between her thumb and finger.
"God Constance!" she moaned sending a shiver down Constance's spine as she took one erect nipple between her teeth, licking at it before gently sucking making Imogen buck her hips. She hummed her enjoyment which made Imogen cry out more.
'More' thought Imogen as she pulled Constance's mouth from her breast and moved her hands to begin unbuttoning her shirt just as she had done with her own but unlike the witch she was far too eager to see more of the creamy skin and ended up pulling at either side sending buttons everywhere.
Constance's arms made to cover herself for despite her teasing manner she felt the shame that emanated from her after years under Broomhead's oppression, and, though they were no longer there, she remembered where each scar had maimed her skin, twisting her into a hideous monster undeserving of love and hardened to the world.
"Don't," Imogen commanded softly, "don't do that. You, Constance Hardbroom, as I believe I have told you before , are completely and utterly bewitching," she punctuated each word with a light kiss along her jaw bone then finally pressing her lips in a feather light caress to her full lips.
She slid nimble fingers underneath the black lace that encompassed sumptuous, porcelain breasts. Softly stroking the underside of her breast she sighed as Constance closed her eyes in pleasure and she felt the flames of desire it provoked in her lover. Slipping her hands around her back she unfastened the bra and her eyes feasted on the sight before her. Imogen had never been with a woman in her life though she'd certainly caught herself looking at other women but for the past several years the witch before her had captured her heart and she realised that she had never seen anything more beautiful or more intoxicating as the sensual woman above her.
Bringing herself upwards she kneaded and stroked her breasts tenderly aware of how close she'd come to losing her.
'I'm not going anywhere Imogen, please.'
That was all she needed to know as she brought her lips to her nipple and sucked on it with fervour, amazed at the sensations it elicited from the both of them. Constance's arms began to shake either side of Imogen as she became overwhelmed by Imogen's actions. Sensing this Imogen rolled them side ways so that they were intertwined facing each other and their upper bodies pressed against one another making them press further into each other to quell the growing ache.
Soon hands began to roam where they had previously been unable to as they shared more kisses each unwilling to be away from the other's lips for too long. Imogen had her hands in Constance's long hair using it to anchor her to her lips before she moved away and began to suckle at her neck again. Once she had torn her bra from her in retaliation for her shredded blouse, Constance's hands had fixed themselves firmly on Imogen's backside so as to push her closer to her.
Hushed whispers were exchanged between the two in-between images of desire and love, so much so that they thought they would burst with happiness. Tearing herself from Imogen's breast she made a meandering path of soft kisses, light nips and teasing licks down her torso, admiring the toned body of the women as she went. She dipped her tongue into her belly button making Imogen giggle briefly before she continued her path downwards stopping at the waste band of her jeans.
Constance had long fantasised about being this close to the woman she'd daren't believe would love her back for many years. She wanted their first time to mean as much to Imogen as it would to her and found her bold movements becoming more nervous.
"Constance," she heard Imogen say and looked up at two glittering green eyes which were dark with lust and shone with love and once more she felt waves of love that emanated from her flow over her, soothing away any doubts from her mind.
She slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zip down; the blonde woman gasped in delight at the minute friction it had caused and she moved her hips slightly trying to increase the pressure.
Pushing Imogen once again onto her back she pulled the jeans down slender, toned legs and marvelled at her beauty. Smooth legs seemed to go on and on until she dared to look up at the slip of lace material. She began to stroke along her left calf until it was putty in her hands and then moved onto the other calf. Her fingers then nimbly danced along her right thigh ever so higher making Imogen part her legs further in desperate need for Constance's sure touch but as soon as her hand reach the edge of her panties she switched back to her left thigh working upwards until Imogen lay writhing and whimpering for Constance's touch.
Raising her hand she delicately traced along the edges of her panties and bit back a moan at the wetness she could feel before hooking her fingers around them and pulling them down her long legs as far as she could and let Imogen pull them the rest of the way. Still placing light kisses along her thigh she gently teased her wet folds before circling her swollen pearl once, twice a third time causing Imogen to buck her hips. She then dipped her hand lower to tease at her entrance.
Staring back up at her there was a thin sheen of perspiration that made her skin glow in the moonlight and her hands screwed up the bed sheet beneath her, she saw the rise and fall of her breasts as she tried to regain control of her breath whilst she continued to tease at her entrance, dipping into the wetness that was there.
Just as Imogen had felt she got enough of her composure back to reach down and grab the woman she wanted so achingly, Constance pushed a finger into her and she cried out her name surprised at her own voice so husky with desire. She felt the finger curl inside her in a come hither motion and her inner walls contracted wanting desperately for more of the exquisite torture. The pale beauty added another finger and Imogen could feel the heat pooling in her stomach and felt that her head would explode as she felt a strong and able tongue lick at where she wanted most.
Imogen's taste overwhelmed her; she was encompassed by her senses, the feel of Imogen around her and the taste of her driving her insane. She lapped at her wet sex pushed on by the whimpers, moans and gasps of the woman beneath her. Looking up she saw that while one hand had moved to clutch the headboard she moaned as Imogen's other hand caressed her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers as she arched off the bed and Constance's left hand came to rest on her stomach in order to hold her down. Sensing how close she was she added a third finger and brought her swollen bud between her lips and sucked on it as her inner walls clenched and unclenched as she road the waves of her climax continuing to move her fingers within her to prolong her orgasm feeling the immensity of it in her mind.
Even when Imogen had thought she'd come down from bliss she still felt aftershocks as Constance continued to lickk at her sex looking up at her brazenly causing another quiver of desire to stir through her. She gazed down at her and with a crook of her finger she beckoned her upwards. Grasping her shoulders she pulled her down into another searing kiss and moaned at the taste of her mingled with the unique taste of Constance.
Flipping them over Imogen insinuated a thigh between those of the witch beneath her and felt her sex through her linen pants already wet with need. Her gasp made her bolder as she bent down to suck on her nipple while gliding her hands down to unfasten the pants. She pulled them and her panties down then stood up to stare at her, enchanted by her porcelain skin in the moonlight. Crawling back onto the bed she was overwhelmed with nervousness, after all, she'd never done this and as much as she wanted to she also wanted to please Constance as much as she'd been.
Sitting up Constance brought her hand to the back of Imogen's head and pulled her down into a kiss so that their bodies were flush with each other's. Imogen moaned as her womanhood touched that of the woman beneath her who moaned at the contact, bucking her hips to increase the pressure.
'Don't worry,' she felt Constance's assurance and became emboldened and pushed her hips back into hers causing a delightful friction but she didn't want to focus on her own pleasure. Shyly she slipped her hand between their legs to cup the other woman's dripping sex and groaned knowing that she was the cause of her arousal. She found the nub that she knew would drive her crazy and circled it a few times before retreating to light caresses through her dark curls.
"Imogen please," she gasped hoarsely through slightly veiled eyes which were dark with desire. Her voice made Imogen's sex quiver with desire as she thrust first one finger then another into Constance's aching sex making her moan out Imogen's name. Her cries of delight spurred her on as she continued to drive her fingers into her and then circle her thumb around her swollen clit. Their bodies, slick with perspiration, glided against each other as Constance neared the precipice with each thrust her cries became louder. Imogen leant forward and bit down on her nipple whilst she circled her clit quickly matching the thrusting of her fingers and Constance flew apart into tiny pieces of exquisite heaven crying out Imogen's name over and over again.
Resting atop of her while she came down from her euphoria Imogen brought her hand up to lick at her fingers and was not surprised at how much she enjoyed the sweet taste of Constance. Opening her eyes she blushed at her actions having been caught by Constance but the darkness of her eyes told her how much she enjoyed the vision. Their lips met in a satiated kiss which soon reignited their mutual need for each other as their hips rocked against each other.
Sitting up Constance took Imogen in her lap and began to rock her hips upwards so that they soon found a steady rhythm as their swollen sexes rubbed against each other. Constance buried her head in Imogen's neck and gasped with each thrust of her hips while Imogen whimpered as both their passions began to escalate.
Constance reached between them and began to play with Imogen's clit once more which, with the bucking of her hips, also played against her own and soon they were both desperate to feel the tightness in their abdomen expand as they climaxed. Imogen placed her hands on either side of Constance's face s that she could bring her lips to her own which muffled her cries of ecstasy as they each jumped over the edge.
Still kissing fervently as they came down from their heights Imogen whispered against Constance's lips, "I love you."
Constance pulled back and stared at her with tears in her eyes, "I love you too," and she kissed the tip of her nose before pulling them both down to the bed and grabbing the comforter to throw over them. Imogen nestled into Constance's side softly playing with the hair that curled around her neck whilst Constance lightly stroked her arm with look of peaceful serenity between sweet kisses. There would be time for more discussion tomorrow but for now they lay in each other's arms, knowing that no-one other than themselves could come between them and that was something they would make sure wouldn't happen.
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy – Jim Rohn
AN: I have a fanmix idea for this fic, basically all the music I listened to to be my muse but I am not artistically inclined so if anyone fancies a little project drop me a line. Finally thanks for all the reviews and reading! Onward ever striving onward!
