"You are a fucking banshee!" Cora snapped, not for the first time in the months since she had seen fit to light the candle.
"And thou art an insufferable wench!" Winifred shot back, her patience near breaking point.
"I swear to god, I can't believe I thought bringing you back was a good idea! Can't tell you a damn thing, you're so fucking stubborn!"
"And you are a damn fool!"
Anger vibrated around the room, the air quivering with barely repressed rage and magic. Brown eyes glowed ethereal lime as Winifred's magic strained against her feeble hold, the heated amber orbs across from her matching her intense glare.
"Do it," the brunette whispered, the two syllables nearly hissed sending a shiver down the older woman's spine.
Pale hands grasped the rim of the cauldron, talons digging against the inner lip painfully as she battled to keep both her composure and magic in check. Damn this girl, this child that could so easily rile her up in more ways than one.
Amber orbs glittered with satisfaction as their owner took note of the obvious change in the redhead positioned across from her. She reveled in the power she held over the witch, one who had enough magic at her beck and call to bend cities to her whim, bring countries to their knees, and yet she could cause her to come undone with a mere quirk of the lips, and they both knew it. Her molten gaze, now warmed with more attraction than anything, slid over the barely hinted at curves the other woman possessed, her lips tilting into a smirk as said woman tensed. She calmly walked around the cauldron, enjoying the indecision on Winifred's face as she struggled with her obvious desire and what was left of her anger. Cora circled her as if she were a cat and the witch the mouse, before leaning over her shoulder.
"A fool possibly, but you my dear are a whore, and we both know it."
She nipped the side of her neck teasingly, blood welling to the surface. Winifred hissed, tilting her head to give better access to the young woman. Her subconscious grasped at the quickly extinguishing embers of her fury, but another well placed kiss doused it entirely. She bit her lip to stifle the moan she was desperate to release, her pride not quite ready to completely give in to the younger woman's ministrations.
"Come now Winnie, we both know you're fighting it," Cora said, her hand slipping around the woman's waist and tugging her back against her body.
"Thou...art not playing fairly," Winifred ground out, heat soaring through her body.
"Cheating is more fun."
Fighting, Cora mused later on, was never quite as fun as making up. She turned, wrapping her arm around her lover's waist, grinning as the worn out woman hummed and pressed herself backwards against her. Who'd have thought she'd take a witch as a lover? Well….quite a few in retrospect she supposed. But to have a Sanderson sister as a lover? And for it to be Winifred at that? Well, that was an accomplishment she was incredibly proud of.
Winifred Sanderson was by no means a gentle woman, either in personality or actions, but it was her sharp nature that endeared her to the young woman in the first place. Her sharpness was offset by the brunette's slightly calmer temper, her equally as biting but less severe insults, and the care and love she showed her partner. Truth be told, the longer Winifred spent around Cora the softer she became, though sparingly as she did have a reputation to uphold and to be such was not in her nature. To take credit for taming her, well, she did so subtly but proudly.
The redhead tensed in her sleep, holding her breath in a short gasp. Cora hummed quietly, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck and throwing her leg higher on her hip, successfully wrapping herself more completely around her. The woman relaxed, resuming her steady breaths, and Cora smiled, cradling her chin in the crook of the woman's shoulder, this one of the only times she was able to freely show her affection. She settled down, her own exhaustion weighing on her, dreading the moment when they would be woken to start the day.