Professor Delia Busby tiptoed through the cold inky blackness of the dungeon corridor. She didn't need to tiptoe, no-one should be out of their beds half past three in the morning, except possibly a couple of ghosts, but they'd witnessed her coming and going this way for over two years. And besides, she lived down here now! But it was habit she supposed, sneaking around like a naughty school girl roaming the castle after lights out.
Her fingers traced the line of stone beside her, until she came to a series of familiar divers and bumps, and then her hand met solid, ancient wood, a lock clunking open at her touch. Slipping into the room beyond, Delia felt her body relax in the warmth of home. The fire in the hearth was banked, but glowed enough to make out the edges of the furniture, and the jars and pots on every surface glint. She breathed deeply, the mingled scents of both dried and living plants of various species and uses made her smile.
"Welcome home, Professor," said a quiet voice behind her.
Delia turned to the painting that concealed the door she'd just entered through. "Hello Professor Burke," she greeted the painting's subject, Elizabeth Burke, an austere and highly respected witch who was an integral part of the school's history. "How's things been in my absence?"
"Nothing to report," assured Elizabeth, shifting in her chair. "All has been as it should be."
"I'm very glad to hear it," Delia smiled, her gaze wandering to the heavy curtain at the back of the room.
"Should I make myself scarce for the remainder of the weekend?" the former headmistress huffed, but Delia noticed the slight twinkle in her eye.
Delia winced. "Would you mind? I know it's not always convenient for you."
Elizabeth waved her hand dismissively. "I have other paintings I can visit for a while," she said, and Delia would almost swear she was smirking as she stood and walked out of the frame.
Delia sighed with relief. Professor Burke had not exactly been amenable in the early days when asked to vacate her painting, even for a couple of hours. It seemed they'd found an understanding though, albeit a tentative one. Occasionally the professor liked to throw a spanner in the works.
But that wasn't important right now.
Discarding her bags and robe by her desk, Delia kicked off her shoes before softly making her way to the curtain. Nudging it open, the sight of the huddled figure in the bed beyond made her beam. She took a moment to just observe the occupant of the bed by the light of a pair of candles ensconced over the headboard. The strict upright posture the woman was known for when she was awake was now absent as she rested safely in her sanctuary.
The woman's red hair was securely braided, her modest nightdress buttoned all the way up to her throat to keep out the cold of the castle.
But Delia wanted to be the one keeping her warm, and she could only resist the temptation for so long. Soon she found herself climbing onto the bed, crawling in behind the sleeping figure, playfully kissing up her linen-clad arm. She barely stirred. So Delia leant in close to her ear.
"Professor Mount," she trilled affectionately on a whisper.
A small smile spread across the woman's face before she turned slightly towards Delia. "You're back?" she asked, her voice gravelly with sleep. She reached back to grasp Delia's arm and pulled her snug against her back. "How was your trip?"
"It was fine," murmured Delia, littering small kisses along her love's hairline. "All students returned intact. Would've been better with you there though."
The smile morphed into a sleepy grin. "I missed you too darling." Easing onto her back, the redhead drew Delia down for a lazy kiss.
Delia gladly indulged her, her hands moving softly but firmly up and down the woman's sides and back. When Patsy clutched at her shoulders Delia couldn't help the low groan that escaped her throat. "Oh Patsy, 'missed' doesn't even begin to cover it."
Pressing her face to Patsy's neck she inhaled deeply, the delightful scent sending a wave of heat right down to her toes.
Patsy chuckled, her fingers inching into Delia's loose hair. "Oh really? Why don't you show me?"
Delia lifted her head, wanting to be sure she was thinking what Patsy was thinking, only to gain confirmation the moment blue eyes met blue eyes. The prim and proper potions professor was nowhere to be seen. Laying next to her was the passionate, stubborn, beautiful woman who held her heart. Even in the low light from the candles Delia was transfixed by the devilish smile that crept across Patsy's face, her eyes growing dark.
"Well?" Patsy asked, her eyebrows raising in challenge.
That was all the encouragement Delia needed, sliding aside the heavy blankets and covering Patsy's body with her own, kissing her desperately. Patsy arched beneath her in response, her fingers tangling in Delia's hair as she opened her legs enough to the smaller woman's thigh press against her sex.
Delia was astounded to realise she could feel the heat of her lover even through the layers of fabric between them. "You really did miss me didn't you!" she grinned against the redhead's lips.
"It's been cold and lonely without you Professor Busby," Patsy pouted, low and sultry. She surprised Delia by reaching down and taking hold of the Welshwoman's bum, pulling her firmly against her. "I need you to warm me up quickly."
A rumbling groan rolled out of Delia's mouth as her own arousal sky-rocketed. "It would be my pleasure Professor Mount!" She grabbed fistfuls of Patsy's nightdress as her lips attached to the woman's throat, sucking firmly enough to make Patsy whimper, while her hands tugged mercilessly at fabric, desperate to make contact with skin. When she finally had the nightdress rucked as high as she could get it Delia released Patsy's neck, grinning at the sight of the deep red mark blooming on her love's pale skin, intending to descend on the taller woman's perfect breasts, but found herself smothered by her own shirt as Patsy sought to divest her of the garment. Not just smothered in fact, but tangled. She had to bat Patsy's hands away. "Let me do it!"
Patsy taking a firm hold on Delia's breasts did not help the situation, the delicious touch forcing a cry from Delia as she ground down on Patsy's thigh.
With her arms trapped around her head there was little Delia could do, especially when Patsy lifted her knee, intensifying the pressure, the seam of Delia's jeans providing some fantastic friction. "Patsy! That's not fair!" Delia gasped, astounded to feel her abdomen tightening.
"Oh my darling Deels." Delia could hear the grin in the redhead's tone. "This is entirely fair." She emphasised her point by rolling Delia's nipple between her thumb and forefinger, making the smaller woman moan loudly and buck against her.
She'd missed Patsy even more than she'd realised. "But I'm supposed to be warming you up!" she exclaimed, still struggling against her binds while her body continued to respond of it's own accord.
"Don't you worry," chuckled Patsy. "You're warming me up very nicely." And then she sat up beneath Delia, one hand abandoning a breast to be replaced by soft but demanding lips.
The sound of tearing fabric almost drowned out Delia's squeak of appreciation as she freed an arm, wrapping it around Patsy's head to keep her right where she was. The flicking of the redhead's tongue was speeding Delia towards orgasm, assisted by the arm around her waist pulling her back and forth on a muscled thigh. She felt like she couldn't breathe, her inhalations shallow and rapid. Oh Patsy was a bitch! A sneaky…glorious…infuriating…fucking good bitch who knew exactly what she was doing.
"Oh! Mer…beard!" she panted, her whole body tensing, Patsy the only thing keeping her hips moving rhythmically. "Patsy! Patsy…Pats!"
"I'm right here darling," Patsy mumbled around her nipple. "You know what to do."
Delia wasn't sure she did know what to do but it seemed her body did, pressing down harder as Patsy pulled at her, fingers clutching at red hair while Patsy sucked at her, Delia's back arching like a bow.
"That's it, that's it," Patsy grinned against her breast.
The smaller woman was only vaguely aware of her gasps steadily rising in pitch as she raced towards the edge, the coil of pleasure tightening and tightening until she was sure it should snap. But it didn't.
"Fuck!" she whimpered, biting hard on her lower lip, close to overwhelmed by the pleasure but also one wrong move from losing it before she was satisfied. It didn't help that being stuck in this shirt was getting unbearably frustrating, unable to watch what Patsy was doing to her
Patsy's mouth left her nipple and Delia couldn't help whining in protest.
"What do you need love?" Patsy husked, tweaking the nipple under her hand.
All Delia could manage was a groan of despair, her hips rolling frantically as she clawed at Patsy's head, needing the taller woman's mouth back on her. Thankfully, Patsy went willingly, only she didn't return to her nipple. Instead, she sank her teeth into the delicate sensitive flesh below it. The burst of pain was like a bolt of electricity to her centre, and she felt her body hold in a quivering tension as her nervous system lit up like a Quidditch World Cup celebration. The pleasure seeped through her body like fire whiskey, and as the tension of her climax left her muscles she found herself as boneless as if Patsy had hit her with a jelly legs spell.
Delia collapsed against her lover, twitching with the aftershocks, her sex clenching at nothing. She'd have to persuade Patsy to fuck her later.
The redhead's fingers skimmed soothingly up and down her back, applying wet open-mouthed kisses to her one bare shoulder. But the now damp cloth of Delia's shirt was entirely too unpleasant against the Welsh witches cheek, so she forced herself to sit up, tugging at the fabric holding her captive.
It took a somewhat calmer intervention from Patsy to finally free her. Delia was sure she looked a state, her hair all over the place, face flushed and lip swollen where she'd chewed it.
But right now she was faced with Patsy's smug grin. Slinging her ruined shirt aside, Delia glared down at Patsy. "You always do that now!" she whined, ungainly shuffling off the bed and unbuttoning her jeans.
"Do what love?" Patsy purred, her heated gaze following Delia's every move as she kicked off her trousers.
In all the excitement, Patsy's nightdress had fallen down again, hiding her luscious creamy skin. And that was entirely unacceptable.
"You always take over," Delia growled as she scrambled to straddle her partner. "I wanted you first!" Her hands tore at the nightdress before Patsy could get her hands on her again and distract her. "You wanted me to have you first!"
As soon as Patsy was liberated of the surplus clothing she grasped the back of Delia's neck and pulled her into a kiss. "I'm sorry darling."
But Delia wasn't having it. She turned her face away and grabbed Patsy's wrists, forcing her back down to the sheets and pinning her fists by her head. "Don't get me wrong," Delia huffed, "I love that you've gotten more confident since we got together." She allowed her heavy gaze to rove slowly over the prone body beneath her, pleased to note the subtle shiver that resulted. "But I want to ravish you sometimes," Delia pointed out as she locked eyes with her love
Patsy's breath left her in a long shuddering exhale. "Well," she swallowed hard, "There's nothing stopping you now, is there?"
Delia sucked a hissing breath through her teeth, her face scrunched in apparent thought. "Mmm, I don't know Pats."
"Don't you dare Busby," Patsy growled, testing Delia's grip.
"I mean, the trip back from Freiburg was kinda rough, what with all them kids," Delia shook her head. "And it's nearly four in the morning already…"
"Delia." Patsy wriggled in protest.
"Besides, you went at me pretty hard there, I just don't think I have the stamina sweetheart."
"You'd better be teasing Delia, or Morgana help me…"
Delia nibbled her lip for a moment, continuing the pretence of debating the situation in her mind. Then she shifted, pressing her thigh between Patsy's legs again, making the redhead gasp. "As if I could leave you hanging love," she murmured just above Patsy's lips.
Patsy arched against her, leaning up to claim Delia's mouth but found herself once again denied. Instead, Delia plunged her tongue into Patsy's ear, sweeping around the shell. Patsy's legs clamped around the brunette's thigh, whimpering and tensing at the assault on her sense.
"Now," Delia breathed into her ear, "Are you going to be good and let me get on with my plans for you?"
"Mhmm!" Patsy groaned, her hips rolling against Delia's leg.
"Good," Delia grinned, flicking Patsy's earlobe with her tongue before drawing it down the chords of her neck.
Taking her time, she lavished the delicate skin of Patsy's throat with fat wet kisses. She listened as the redhead's breathing deepened, muscles twitching as Patsy fought the tension building in her body while Delia leisurely reacquainted herself with every inch of skin. The careful rocking against Delia's thigh was growing increasingly slippery, and the Welshwoman couldn't help the delighted chuckle that escaped her as her lips met the slope of Patsy's breast.
"You're not funny Delia," Patsy huffed.
"Why's that sweetheart?" Delia smiled, drawing her tongue up her girlfriend's sternum.
Patsy wriggled against the grip Delia still maintained on her wrists, a little growl of frustration rumbling in her throat. "All that fuss, and now you're taking your time?!"
"You'd have been thoroughly fucked by now if you hadn't taken over." Delia licked a wide circle around Patsy's areola, staying well clear of her nipple. The resulting whimper sent a thrill through the brunette.
"So now you're just torturing me?" grumbled Patsy, trying to manoeuvre closer to Delia's mouth.
Feeling wicked, Delia blew a stream of cool air over Patsy's nipple, making it pucker, and Patsy tense. "Don't you trust me Pats?"
Patsy glowered at her. "I trust you implicitly, but you abandoned me for a whole week!"
"Oh poor middle Patsy," Delia trilled mockingly. "Is someone feeling neglected?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I am," said Patsy bluntly, holding eye contact as though laying down a challenge.
Delia's eyebrows nearly shot up to her hairline, caught off guard, but also impressed, by the unrestrained honesty. "Well then, in that case…" She released Patsy's wrists just long enough to grab the potions professor's wand from under her pillow, wriggling up said professor's body, bringing both Patsy's hands up to the headboard. "Incarcerous." A line of rope flew from the end of the wand, wrapping around Patsy's wrists and securing them to the oak struts.
"Oh come on Delia! I want to touch you!"
"You know it'll be worth it, Delia grinned down at her, settling against Patsy's side, letting her newly unencumbered fingers skate over the redhead's chest, raising goosebumps. "Is this ok?"
Patsy rolled her eyes. "All right," she sighed.
The response didn't quite sit right with Delia. She removed her hands from Patsy's body, and leaned over to gain eye contact. "I'm going to need something more enthusiastic than that Patsy. Or should I just untie you?"
She noted the corner of Patsy's mouth twitching, a glint in her eye. Professor Mount was trying to suppress a smirk.
"Get on with it Busby."
Delia shook her head. "You are a nightmare," she stated, taking a neglected breast in hand and leaning down for a fiery kiss.
Patsy responded enthusiastically, arching into Delia's touch and her tongue pressing into her mouth, and Delia was grinning like a cheshire cat. She'd loved every moment of being able to touch Patsy since they'd gotten together, but Patsy like this, openly wanting and demanding, was glorious. Knowing that she was part of the reason Patsy was in this state made arousal throb through Delia's body, her own need feeding off Patsy's. And she wanted more.
Panting hard, she tore her lips away from Patsy's, the redhead whimpering at the loss, although it became a whimper of anticipation when Delia wriggled down her body, leaving kisses to mark her journey. At this point, teasing Patsy was just teasing herself, so Delia sucked a hard pink nipple into her mouth, the skin pebbling against her tongue, while her hand kneaded at the other breast.
"Ahh!" Patsy cried. "Oh Deels!"
Delia kept her eyes open as she rolled her tongue around Patsy's sensitive nipple, watching the redhead's brow rise at the increase in sensations, and Delia was once again blown away by just how beautiful her partner was. She was a very, very lucky witch.
The castle might have been cold, but as things grew more heated between them, they both grew damp with perspiration, Patsy's body writhing against Delia's, her legs flexing as nimble fingers stroked and pinched. When Delia's fingers left Patsy's breast they played over her belly, making muscles twitch as she passed by. She couldn't help chuckling around Patsy's nipple when the taller woman threw one leg over Delia's, planting her foot firmly amongst the blankets and opening herself up. The gesture sent a thrill through Delia. Her love was ready for her. And so she allowed her hand to drift down, stopping momentarily to scratch her short nails through the coarse curls at the apex of Patsy's thighs, making her whine and buck, and Delia's fingers slipped between warm silky folds. They both sighed at the touch, one in relief, one in wonder.
"What do you want sweetheart?" Delia murmured, planting tender kisses across Patsy's breast.
Patsy bit down on her lip, her pelvis rocking gently. "Just touch me please darling," she breathed.
So Delia did. She started by calmly stroking Patsy's clit, her fingers gliding up and down either side of it, aided by Patsy's own wetness.
"Oh, yes Deels," Patsy moaned quietly. "That's nice."
Delia smiled against her clavicle, lightly pressing her lips to the bones. "I dreamt about you every night while I was away," she murmured against fair skin.
"You did?" Patsy queried, her breath deepening, and clearly not focused on conversation.
"Yeah, I did," smirked Delia, nuzzling under Patsy's chin. "I was touching you, just like this."
"I do like it when you touch me like this," Patsy hummed appreciatively, her eyes growing more and more unfocused as she clutched at the rope binding her hands.
"I know you do," Delia purred, tracing Patsy's jaw with her nose. "And most nights you were very happy with just this. But on the last night…" She swirled her fingers at Patsy's entrance before returning to her clit. "…you asked me to fuck you."
"Oh…did I?" Patsy gasped, her hips rolling deeper.
"Yeah, you did. You wanted me to fuck you hard and rough." She started to circle Patsy's clit, making the redhead cry out. "That's it sweetheart, that's the sound you kept making when my fingers were inside you." She could feel Patsy getting wetter under her touch, her love's eyes barely open. "It was so real," Delia groaned, letting her tongue play over the tight chords of Patsy's neck. "I can still feel you clenching around my fingers when you came." She could smell Patsy, and it was driving her crazy. "I want to make you come Patsy, I really want to make you come."
"Mmm…please," whimpered Patsy.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"No. No no," Patsy shook her head adamantly. "Please…just keep…"
"Of course love, whatever you want," Delia smiled, her mouth watering. She didn't know where to look. On the one hand, she wanted to watch Patsy's face as the pleasure overwhelmed her, that cute little crease between her eyebrows. But on the other hand she wanted to watch Patsy writhe, see her legs flex and toes curl, and her hips lose their rhythm as she was consumed.
"Delia!…" Patsy panted, yanking on the rope. "Please kiss me!"
Without hesitation she shifted enough to crash her lips against Patsy's, capturing the increasingly ardent peeps and whimpers spilling forth from the redhead. As their tongues battled, Delia's mouth continued to water as she was surrounded bu the scent of Patsy, her mind flooding with sensations of her tongue caressing another area of warm flesh.
"Ahhhh! Deels!"
The brunette was moving before her brain registered what she was about to do, wriggling down the bed at speed.
" No! Deels where are…oh! Oh yes!"
Delia's mouth was already busily at work on Patsy's sex as she elbowed her thighs apart, her hands grasping at her partner's hips, trying to hold her still as she got comfortable. She thought she'd been surrounded Patsy's scent before, well now she was sure she'd died and gone to heaven. Her nose kept delving between slippery folds as she licked and sucked like Patsy's essence would give her life.
"Ahhhhh! Sweet Hecate!" Patsy gasped, pressing her heel into Delia's shoulder.
Delia had never known Patsy to squirm like this, the sole of the redhead's other foot dragging up her spine as Delia listened to the headboard straining beneath Patsy's unrestrained groans and gasps.
"Deels!…I need…Ah!"
She was starting to twitch against Delia's mouth. It wouldn't be long now.
"Renodo!" Patsy cried, and in an instant fingers were clutching at Delia's hair.
Merlin's beard it was hot that Patsy could cast charms without a wand in the throes of passion. Though breathing was proving difficult she happily allowed Patsy to press her face to her sex, letting her ride her mouth hard. The redhead's movements were growing increasingly erratic, and sucking on Patsy's clit was almost impossible, so she flattened her tongue, rolling over the tiny bud as best she could.
Steadily, the tension in Patsy's body increased, her hips jerking minutely as she held her breath. Delia had no intention of letting up, lathing swollen flesh ardently until Patsy's body arched of the bed with an indignant cry.
"F…Sw…Mer…"
Unintelligible noises spilled from the taller woman as she writhed and spasmed, but Delia heard very little of it with Patsy's thighs clamped tight to her head. She was growing increasingly lightheaded, between the fingers tangled in her hair and the heels pulling at her shoulders, but she valiantly sucked at Patsy's twitching clit, drawing out her love's pleasure for as long as she could.
Vaguely aware that Patsy was saying something, Delia's vision was sparkling before she was being pried away by her hair. She gasped down a huge breath, and when her blood stopped roaring in her ears she heard something amazing.
"Deels! Fuck me! Fuck me please!"
Delia just about climaxed right there and then at the demand, and it took a moment for her brain and body to click into action and slip a pair of fingers into Patsy's body. She groaned low and long against a shaking thigh at the feeling of hot velvet gripping and clenching at her fingers. As she withdrew them, the sight and sound of her digits leaving Patsy's body was enough to make Delia press her own thighs together and bite down lightly on Patsy's. Pressing back in she was rewarded with a mewling sigh that sent fire straight to Delia's toes. And so she pistoned into the woman she loved, pressing as deep as she could while Patsy shrieked through clenched teeth. Delia found the hand she was using to try and hold Patsy's hips still enough for her to work suddenly clutched in a white knuckled grip, as well as toes digging into her back. The air was thick with sex and want and tension, and Delia found herself panting like she was running a marathon. All she could do was keep going, letting Patsy's pleasure build and build until with a cry the redhead crunched forward, spasming as her second orgasm ravaged her. Eventually, her muscles gave up for want of oxygen and she collapsed back onto the bed.
Leaving her fingers safely ensconced so they could both enjoy the aftershocks making Patsy, Delia scrambled up the prone, spent body of her lover, peppering kisses across her collarbone and jaw as Patsy slowly pulled herself back together after earth-shattering double climax.
As her breath evened out, Patsy drowsily nudged her face to Delia's until their lips met, Delia humming in delight as they kissed sweetly. Patsy's legs wrapped around her waist, and her hands roamed soothingly up and down the brunette's back.
"I missed you," Patsy murmured, holding Delia close. "By Circe I missed you."
"I missed you too," Delia smiled softly, nuzzling Patsy's temple. "But it was worth it if that's the welcome home I get."
Patsy chuckled quietly, smoothing escaped hairs out of Delia's face. "You only ever need to ask darling."
"I know." Delia planted a kiss on Patsy's nose. "But there's something thrilling about it being spontaneous. Almost as thrilling as when you swear." She nipped at Patsy's lower lip, heat coursing through her again. "Or when you demand what you want." Delia groaned as she sealed her lips to Patsy's, her hips rolling against the hand still stationed between them.
Fingertips digging into Delia's shoulders, Patsy gasped. "Does someone need a more thorough seeing to love?" she grinned.
But Delia had discovered that this position was mutually beneficial, her clit pressed against her own knuckles. "No need," she whimpered, pressing her face to Patsy's neck.
"Huh?" Patsy asked breathlessly, her legs tightening as she rocked with Delia. Then Delia groaned against her throat. "Oh! Deels…is this working for you too?"
"Uh-huh!" Delia snapped her hips forward, making them both cry out.
"Yes Delia!" purred Patsy. "Make love to me…I want you to climax with me!"
"I'll…urghh…I'll try!" Delia huffed, trying to reign herself into a gentler, more loving rhythm.
It seemed to be working for Patsy, the redhead littering Delia's hairline with kisses until she grew unable to focus, and resorted to holding Delia tight, her hot, heavy breaths gusting over Delia's ear.
Delia always got so much satisfaction from taking care of Patsy, that she generally hadn't been too bothered about their encounters being mutual, but this was a different level. The way Patsy reacted to the pleasure she was receiving from Delia in turn enhanced the pleasure Delia was receiving. It was intense, and she was building fast.
"Oh…shit…Pats I…I think I'm gonna come!" she panted against slick, salty skin.
Patsy buried her nose in Delia's hair. "Me too," she whimpered, fingers sinking into any available muscle. "Don't stop Deels…please!"
If she's had the brain capacity Delia would have laughed at the very idea of stopping, but she was far too distracted by the tightness in her abdomen and the tightness around her fingers, the feeling that right now they were so physically close it was difficult to know where she ended and Patsy began. If she could, she'd happily merge with the redhead, become one flesh with her, be a part of her.
Then Patsy began to flutter around her digits, her hips rolling deeper to press against Delia's palm. Delia's breaths were growing shorter and shorter and Patsy's gasps and groans reduced to a high whimper as they moved together, the fluttering inside her increasing steadily until the moment she clamped down on Delia's fingers, bucking over and over beneath the brunette.
Delia could barely tell up from down as her senses were entirely overwhelmed, Patsy's pleasure igniting her own. She felt as light as a feather and heavy as lead all at once as her orgasm coursed through her relentlessly. It could have been seconds or hours before they both surrendered into the mattress in a heaving, sweaty heap.
"Great Isobel Gowdie's ghost!" Patsy groaned.
It appeared neither of them could move, beyond the occasional aftershock.
Patsy recovered first, sort of, her fingers gently stroking up and down Delia's arms. "Well, that was rather wonderful."
"Uh-huh," Delia managed, thoroughly spent and absolutely content resting on Patsy's chest.
"I liked knowing you were getting something out of it at the same time."
Finally, Delia dredged up the energy to raise her head, glowering at Patsy. "Pats, I've told you so many times, I get a fuck of a lot out of fucking you."
"I know, I know," Patsy rolled her eyes. "But you take such good care of me when we make love, and I just…you know…"
A small smile spread across Delia's face as she shook her head. "I promise you sweetheart, you are very good at what you do."
"But I'm still learning—"
"But nothing cariad. You're a quick learner, and everything you do to me does it for me, I assure you. I would tell you if it didn't."
Feeling the need to just hold her love, Delia gently eased her fingers from Patsy's sex, making the redhead wince a little. She supposed she might have gotten a bit rough, so she scooped Patsy up in her arms, kissing her tenderly to make it better. Kisses and sweet touches were apparently the best medicine for them both, and Delia found herself growing drowsy.
That is until Patsy reversed their positions, pressing Delia into the mattress, her petting intensifying.
"What are you up to?" she husked with a smile.
"Taking care of you," Patsy murmured, her hand drifting over Delia's bum, lifting the brunette's leg to rest over her hip.
Delia chuckled. "You don't have to love, we're both knackered. And it's only Sunday tomorrow…well, today."
"All right darling," conceded Patsy, already starting to relax. "If you're sure?"
"I'm sure," Delia reassured, kissing Patsy's hair as she lay her head on her chest. "I'm more than happy to just cuddle with you for the rest of the night."
"Mmm, sounds nice." Patsy wrapped her arms snuggly around the Welsh witch, drawing the bedspread up around them.
Sex was fun, of course, but these were the moments when Delia felt the most content, and connected to her love, skin to skin, snuggled under the blankets, enjoying the post-coital euphoria.
Just as she was about to drift off, Delia remembered something. "Ooo! I brought something back for you!" she exclaimed, scrambling out of the blankets.
But Patsy's arm was tight around her, and stopped her getting far. "It can wait until Monday, I don't need to inspect the ingredient I asked you to get tonight."
"It's better than that, honestly." Delia pried Patsy's arm from her waist, climbing over the redhead and squeaked when her feet met the cold flagstone floor. Beelzebub someone needed to sort this castle out some central heating!
She leapt on tiptoe back through the curtain and over to her desk, rummaging in her satchel for the gift. Her fingers soon found the familiar shape, so she snatched it up and hopped back into bed.
"Pleased to see me darling?" Patsy queried with a smirk on her face as her eyes settled on Delia's chest.
Delia looked down, confused, only to discover her nipples were standing to attention. She rolled her eyes. "You can warm them up if you like."
"Hmm, I'll gladly warm them up for you," Patsy purred, cupping Delia's breasts, "but don't even think about—"
The redhead yelped as Delia manoeuvred herself into a position where she could rest her cold feet on Patsy's warm calves.
"For eternities sake Delia!" she cried, shoving the giggling smaller woman away and rolling over with a huff.
"I'm sorry sweetheart—"
"No. That's something you always do, and it's entirely unpleasant."
Feeling thoroughly reprimanded, Delia tucked her feet up to her bum, and tentatively shuffled up against Patsy's back. "I'm sorry Patsy." She carefully placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder, grateful when she wasn't shaken off. "I didn't realise it bothered you that much. I'll make sure not to do it from now." She watched the tension leave her beloved's shoulders, and wrapped her up in her arms. "I'll have to get a hot water bottle."
"Or we just put some rugs down on the floor," Patsy suggested, leaning back into Delia.
"Now that's a sensible idea," smiled Delia, kissing Patsy's temple. "Do you want your present now? Or it can wait 'til morning?"
Patsy rolled onto her back. "I ended up with chilly legs for this so you might as well show me."
Delia grinned, catching her lip between her teeth, suddenly excited and nervous as she reached behind her to retrieve the little wooden box. Once Patsy was settled against the pillows, Delia presented it to her. With a curiosity-lifted eyebrow Patsy slid off the lid. Inside, under a sheet of protective parchment, were a dozen slim dried leaves, similar to bay leaves.
"What are they?" asked Patsy, giving the box an experimental sniff.
"I heard about them when I was in final year, but I thought it was just the usual teenage bullshit. At least until I overheard a witch at the Dutch Boy pub bitching that she couldn't get them in the UK anymore. Apparently, they're native to the Black Forest, so I made some discreet enquiries while getting your ingredients."
Patsy just squinted at her. "Well, that's a lovely story Deels, but it doesn't answer my question."
"Umm…" Delia shifted where she lay, the nerves starting to win. "So, you know how weren't entirely sold on using the strap-on?"
"It was fine darling," Patsy sighed. "It just wasn't—"
"Just wasn't part of me, I know," Delia nodded ardently. " Well this will provide us with a similar experience, except no harnesses or naughty shaped pieces of rubber…"
Patsy was staring at her wide-eyed.
"I mean we don't have to try it," Delia rambled, "it was just an idea because you did seem to enjoy using—"
"You brought Spinster's Glee into a school?!" Patsy cried aghast.
"Well into our private chambers," Delia mumbled, the hem of the bedspread suddenly fascinating. "Wasn't expecting to put it in the potion's store cupboard."
"And when exactly were you planning on using it?" Patsy sat up straight, gesticulating with the box. "Do you know how long the effects last? You could end up teaching while hiding…something extra in your robes!" she fumed.
"Oh for heaven's sake, I was expecting to save it for our off-duty time in the holidays, not during term time," Delia exclaimed. "And having a dong is not going to get in the way of teaching it's not like viagra!"
For a moment they just sat there, staring each other down.
Humiliation and frustration chased each other around Delia's mind until she leant over and snatched the box out of Patsy's hand. "You're right, it was a stupid idea," she spat, her voice tight with tears as she leapt out of bed again. "I'll just dispose of this. Can't risk a student being exposed to it."
"Where are you going?"
"There's a perfectly good fire out here, that should do the job."
"Deels, wait."
Delia stopped, her hand clutching the curtain. She couldn't bring herself to turn an look at the redhead, she was too het up.
"Can we…can we talk about it in the morning?"
There was a shuffle of blankets, the ropes supporting the mattress creaking, and then the sound of tentative footsteps across the flagstones.
"Like you said, we're both knackered, and we've been apart for a week."
She could feel Patsy's warmth as the redhead stood close behind her.
"Maybe things will look different in daylight?"
Hesitant hands were placed on her shoulders, and Delia forced herself to take a deep breath, her grip on the curtain gradually relaxing.
"I know your intentions weren't scandalous," Patsy murmured by Delia's ear, inching closer. "That you were trying to be sweet, to get something fun for us. It just very much caught me off guard. I'm sorry."
Delia released a sigh. The lump in her throat still burned, and her heart felt heavy. She'd thought the Spinster's Glee was such a good idea, something that could bring them even closer. How could she have gotten it so wrong?
"Do you want to come back to bed?"
Thinking for a moment, Delia gave a small nod. She wanted to be close to Patsy. And she was so tired. So she let Patsy lead to the side of the bed, stopping to let the redhead take the small box from her hand.
"We'll come back to this tomorrow, all right?"
She placed the box on the bedside table, and pulled back the blankets, a gentle on Delia's shoulder encouraging her to climb onto the mattress.
The brunette settled on her front, her face resting on her arms, focusing on her breath as Patsy got into bed, and pulled the sheet and bedspread over them both. She didn't want to be angry, but it hurt that Patsy thought her gift was a danger to the students, that she'd be that foolish.
The bed dipped beside her, and a warm hand rested on her elbow. Delia turned her head to find Patsy lying on her side, facing her. She didn't say anything, just offered Delia a small, sad smile. Delia reciprocated the smile as best as she could, unfolding her arm in order to take Patsy's hand in hers. Placing a sweet kiss on Delia's knuckles, Patsy allowed her eyes to close. Delia did the same.
It was a restless night for them both, what little there was left of it. Delia only slept lightly, aware of every movement Patsy made. But somewhere around dawn she gave in and threw an arm around Patsy's waist, pulling her in close. The redhead seemed to settle then, and Delia managed to drifting a deeper sleep.
She was woken however many hours later by light streaming through a gap at the top of the curtains, from the "window" Patsy had enchanted in the sitting room to keep Delia's plants alive in the darkness of the dungeon.
Aside from the brightness, she slowly became aware of soft warmth under her cheek, a leg tangled with hers, and a hand stroking soothingly from her shoulder to her elbow. She cracked an eye open and deduced she was snuggled up to Patsy, her head resting on the taller woman's belly while she sat propped up on the pillows.
"What time is it?" she croaked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
Patsy tenderly stroked the backs of her fingers down Delia's cheek. "Just gone noon darling. How are you feeling?"
Delia sighed with a non-committal shrug. But as she inhaled she got a whiff of musty paper. "What are you reading?"
A leather spine creaked. "Currently, Rothmüller's Herbal."
"Currently?" Delia blinked up at her, admiring the way the light made her partner's red hair glow.
"I've looked through a few books already this morning, and I've got a couple to go," Patsy informed her, placing the book facedown on her thigh. "But I can tell you now, information on your present is sparse at best."
Pressing her face into Patsy's belly, Delia groaned. "Don't waste your time, it's going in the fire."
"Actually love, I think my response in the early hours was on the hasty side," conceded Patsy, her fingers combing tangles out of Delia's dark hair. "While the little information I can find is far from detailed, it is at least consistent across multiple unrelated sources."
Delia frowned. "And?"
"And, it seems the effects only last for a few hours, dependent on dosage. So," Patsy cocked her head, her eyebrows raised in thought, "Provided we keep it locked away in here, maybe…we can make use of it when we're off duty in the holidays."
Her head snapping back, Delia stared at Patsy aghast. "Are you serious?!" Nerves fought with hope, and fear of further rejection. "You were headset against it."
"I know." Patsy's head dropped, her eyes on her lap. "I didn't get much sleep as I'm sure you're aware, so I had some time to think. And while my reservations about student safety remain, as long as we're sensible and careful, nobody needs to know we have Spinster's Glee in the castle, so why shouldn't we have a bit of fun?" Patsy glanced at Delia with a glint in her eye.
Delia's head was swimming with conflicting thoughts, confusion no doubt written across her face. She sat up and regarded Patsy sceptically. "But…last night—"
Patsy shuffled in against her side, wrapping an arm around Delia's shoulders, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I know I hurt you, and I'm so very sorry about that. It was an irrational response. I've been vaguely aware of Spinster's Glee since before I became a teacher, but I never considered I'd ever come across it, let alone potentially use it. And as I've never considered sleeping with a man…" Patsy shook her head in a way that could almost be read as a shudder. "I suppose the idea of you having different genitalia was quite a shock. Not least because…well, I found it appealing."
Delia's eyes just about bugged out of her head. "You did?!"
Patsy nodded. "Far more than I could have anticipated."
Eyes wide, Delia frowned at Patsy. "You like the idea of me with a cock?!"
"Well, I like what you did with that strap-on for the most part," Patsy chewed her lower lip, a flush of colour working it's way up her neck, "So I can only imagine it would be even better with a…an appendage that's actually part of you. Because you'll be enjoying yourself at the same time."
Delia rolled her eyes. "Pats—"
"I know I know, you get enough." She pulled Delia closer, pressing kisses to her cheek. "But I want you to get more."
With a finger under Delia's chin, Patsy guided their mouths together. The kiss was slow and tender, tongues pressing together and hands caressing, no intention behind it beyond savouring each others closeness and the sensations of each other. When it naturally ended, they leant their forehead's together, just breathing each other in, and Delia's heart didn't feel so heavy.
"I know you might be more tentative about using it now," Patsy murmured, taking Delia's hand, "So I'm not expecting you to commit to anything, just know that if you want to, I want to try this with you."
Delia met her eye with a soft smile. "Thank you." Her lips met Patsy's once more, encouraging the redhead to lie back, so Delia could settle her head on her chest. As she was partially responsible for missing out on post-coital cuddles, she was in no rush to leave their bed today.
Patsy seemed quite content with this idea, stroking Delia's head, and planting occasional kisses in her hair. But Delia could feel her shifting to look at something.
"What is it?" she asked drowsily.
"Hmm? Nothing love," Patsy said, wrapping her arms around Delia.
Delia lifted her head to glower at her.
Patsy rolled her eyes. "Fine," she sighed, reaching over to the bedside table, picking up the little wooden box. "I was just wondering how you administer this."
Snagging her lip between her teeth, Delia winced. "Actually…I was hoping you might know."
"Delia—"
"What? You're the potions mistress!" Delia whined. "If you couldn't find it in one of your books I thought you might at least know someone you can ask."
Patsy stared at her incredulously. "You expect me to ask my esteemed colleagues how to give you a male member?"
Delia blushed hard. "Well, maybe not when you put it like that…"
"Honestly Deels, why didn't you ask the person you bought them from?"
"I was going to actually!" Delia protested, "only a gang of students came in just as I finished paying, I had to leg it out of there."
Patsy rolled her eyes again. "Well, it's three weeks until the Easter holidays. That should give me enough time to comb the Restricted Section I suppose. Though I've half a mind to send you back to the Dutch Boy."
"The chances of me finding that witch again are slim to none Pats, I didn't even get a look at her."
"Plenty of gay witches frequent the place my darling, I'm sure one of them will know how to use it." Patsy slipped off the lid, examining the contents with a small sigh. "With our limited supply I'm wary of experimenting. Unless we happen across a usable method in the first couple of attempts we're likely to run out before we can really get started."
"Ah! See, that's where you're wrong," Delia trilled, taking the box from Patsy's hand and rummaging beneath the leaves, pulling out a small paper bag. "I got seeds as well, in case we wanted to propagate our own supply!"
Patsy stared at the bag agog, before she started chuckling. "Oh Busby, you really are a nightmare aren't you."
Delia wrinkled her nose. "It's just one of the things you love about me. Right?"
"Of course darling," Patsy smiled, taking the box and bag from Delia's hands and setting them safely aside. "Now, I believe I owe you a more thorough seeing to."
"You don't owe me anything, but I wouldn't say no," Delia giggled as Patsy pressed her back against the mattress.
