Allison closed her eyes as cool hands gently caressed her firm, solid three month pregnant belly over her tightly-knitted gray sweater. She moaned softly as pearly white teeth playfully nipped and sucked the column of her throat.
"Mmmm..." She groaned as that hungry, greedy, dark red mouth wondered down her neck and chest before cupping her belly with one hand her and her cheek in the other.
The light brown-haired girl shivered as cold, frosty light blue eyes met hers, seeming to pierce deep into her soul. Sarah smiled, only the faintest twitch of her lips as her eyes shimmered with bittersweet sadness, moving both her hands to hold Allison's belly, stroking it with her thumb as the girl came closer.
"How is the baby doing, my daring?" The long, wavy-haired blonde asked, squeezing lightly with a soft, small, blissful smile on her face.
Allison leaned in, touching her forehead to Sarah's as she breathed in her scent as the witch's hand settled on the small of her back.
"Good, my daring." She assured her as that hand moved in soft, small circles, "Thank you, my love." She smiled as her hand joined Sarah's atop her belly, the baby choosing that moment to give a soft kick.
Allison opened her eyes, cold dread creeping down her spine as she realized she could see through the witch's robes. The blonde cupped Allison's face in her hand, eyes meeting.
"Goodbye." She whispered faintly, sounding as if she were forcing the word out as she softly and gently kissed Allison's face. She placed a soft, cherished kissed to her lips before fading completely.
Allison's lips tingled with slight warmth as she opened her eyes.
The light blonde haired girl ran through the sparse, dark forest. Long, sharp, leafless branches scratched her clothes as she ran, eventually coming to a big, leaf-littered clearing.
She collapsed at the base of a large, thick tree—seemingly the only one around—and curled in on herself as she cried, hugging her knees to her chest.
The girl's chestnut brown eyes widened in horror as the boy fell against the teal metal locker, knocked unconscious and head rolling forward as a thin trail of blood trickled from the base of his head. The girl looked at her palm, which glowed an icy blue and pulsed lightly before running from the school, her mind blank as her feet carried her to the forest.
"Shhh, shhh, shh, my baby." A soft, gentle, warm voice cooed in her ear as she felt herself in someone's embrace and a soft, light kiss was placed on her shoulder, skin tingling.
Sandra raised her hand, a warm, comforting familiarness overcoming her as she locked eyes with the blonde that held her.
The woman was pale with light blue eyes and long, wavy blonde hair, deep purple robes pooled around them. The woman smiled, the act seeming both sad and longing, as she gently helped Sandra to her feet. The woman cupped her cheek.
"Hello, my dear," She said, still using a soft, soothing voice.
"What is your name, little one?" The question seemed hard to come by, as if her didn't know how to ask.
The girl took a step back as she swallowed, feeling dread, "Y-Your S-Sarah Sanderson, aren't you?"
The witch frowned, the slight downturn of lips seeming more of a pout as her eyes shimmered with sadness in the dim light of the Forbidden Forest. She nodded slightly, feeling guilty that this girl knew of her reputation.
Sadness made her heart clench as the girl's eyes widened, taking another step back, "Your…your n-not gonna hurt me, are you?"
Sarah's heart shattered as she swallowed, she restrained herself form stepping forward to embrace the young girl.
"Of course not, daring," She allowed herself a step closer, reaching out to place her hand on the girl's cheek before thinking better of it.
"Why would I harm my own flesh and blood?"
Sandra's eyes widened, opening and closing her pale pink mouth before finding her voice, "T-This i-impossible, I'm-I'm not…." She began, before seeming to reconsider. The gears turned in her head, blurry, out-of-focus puzzle pieces becoming clearer…. sharpening and brightening before falling into place.
Sarah watched it all patiently, the corner on her mouth quirked in a small, proud smirk. The girl was as smart as her mother.
"S-so when I hurt that boy," Her daughter began, becoming visibly upset as her breathing grew ragged and her eyes prickled with tears. The miserable sight pierced the witch's heart, shattering it as if it were made of glass as she rushed forward to embrace the younger girl, interlocking their fingers, palms pressed tightly together.
Sandra's hand pulsed warmly against her powerful mother's as the woman kissed her hairline, "Those were your powers manifesting, baby." She confirmed, voice light and happy as she brought her daughter into a tight, warm embrace.
"I'm so proud of you." Both became aware of a distant voice, calling Sandra's name and coming closer. Allison broke from the leafless trees, panic fading abruptly as she saw her daughter in her forbidden lover's embrace. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling whole once more as she wrapped her arms around them tightly. She never wanted to let the blonde, purple-robed witch go, but unfortunately…
All good things must come to an end.
Allison's eyes widened as leaves swirled madly, and her heart broke as the those long, purple robes she loved grew more and more transparent. She met Sarah's wide, frantic light blue eyes as she gave a small, sad smile to her then to their daughter.
"Goodbye." She whispered faintly, sounding as if she were forcing the word out as she softly and gently kissed Allison's face. She placed a soft, cherished kissed to her lips before fading completely.
Allison's lips tingled with slight warmth as she collapsed with her daughter onto the bare, leaf-littered ground, cold, numbing despair setting over them.
