05 - Even Closer
That night was the first in over two weeks that the women spent apart. And for the first time in over two weeks it rained.
After Constance had walked out on her, Imogen had remained in the library and once again sorted through her turbulent thoughts. One thing was clear, Constance certainly felt something for her, even if she was either ashamed of it or afraid of it. Instead of tip-toeing around each other they needed to talk frankly about what was going on. If they did than then at least they would know where they both stood. Imogen had gone to Constance's room to speak to her there and then, but changed her mind when it appeared that she had gone to bed. Imogen was exhausted anyway and decided that she would have it out with her first thing in the morning.
Constance had gone to bed feeling like a fool. Fancy kissing Imogen like that?! She had no idea what had come over her. Imogen had asked Constance how much she meant to her with such a meek voice that Constance's brain had failed and her heart couldn't resist showing her exactly how she felt. She hadn't thought about it before, since they were inclined to fight most of the time. But since they had spent the last couple of weeks together, which confirmed that she had indeed been in love with the PE teacher for goodness knows how long, her feelings had changed without her realising. Before Imogen she wouldn't have thought twice about upping and leaving the academy. But knowing that there could have been a chance that....but that was before she lost her mind and kissed her. How realistic would it have been anyway? A relationship not only within the school, between a witch and non-witch but also between two women. What on earth had she been thinking? There was no way it could have worked. Constance made up her mind to ignore it, to never speak of it again and that was the end of that matter. She would just have to take a deep breath and push down any feelings of that kind when she was around Imogen. She'd done it before, what made now any different?
Imogen had been up hours by the time Constance arrived at the breakfast table. In fact Imogen had hardly been to sleep, tossing and turning as the rain poured down outside.
"Good morning Constance." She was overly cheerful considering that the sky was still grey from the thunderstorm the previous evening. The ground was sopping wet, the atmosphere was cold and Constance had a very sharp, set look on her face.
"Miss Drill." Ah, so it had gone back to surnames, Imogen was silently amused. Constance was rattled and didn't know how to deal with it, so she had reverted back to what was comfortable - and safe. Another confirmation that she felt something, even if she was uncomfortable with it.
"We need to talk about this." Imogen pushed the subject as she had planned to do...
"No, we don't." ...and Constance closed herself off exactly as she had planned.
"I rather think we do." Imogen tried desperately not to smirk. This was becoming a bit of a standoff. What was next - broomsticks at dawn?
"Look, forget it. It never happened. It was just...I don't know what it was, but it never happened." Constance walked away from the table and off in the direction of the library. Imogen followed hot on her footsteps.
"Constance! We can't pretend it didn't happen. Something's happening here, between us, and I want to find out what it is."
"I think that we have become a little too over familiar. I suggest we forget the last couple of weeks and continue as before. "
"And what if I don't want to?" Constance shut the door in Imogen's face and cast a spell to lock it. Imogen banged her forehead on the closed door. There was no point in screaming through it, Constance needed to calm down and collect herself.
Imogen changed into her running gear and went out into the woods. She needed some air, even if it was damp and dismal. The drizzle turned into a downpour as she ran, but she preferred to get wet, it was more cleansing than coming back all hot and sticky. She ran for over an hour, and got thoroughly soaked in the process. She tried very hard not to drip inside the castle, but she'd forgotten her towel. The only thing she could do was walk through the castle and mop up afterwards. Imogen had a warm, relaxing shower, with lots of bubbles and then changed into a pair of comfortable jogging bottoms and a polo shirt.
Imogen raced down the stairs, with a refreshed spring in her step after her run and shower. She seemed to have forgotten about the wet patch in the hall and promptly slipped on it and skidded right into Constance, knocking her onto her back with Imogen landing right on top of her. They were both a little shocked and remained deadly still for a few moments. They were so close that Imogen could feel every beat of Constance's heart, every rise and fall of her chest and every intake and exhale of breath. Of course, Constance could feel Imogen's reactions just as Imogen could hers. Imogen looked right into Constance's eyes, then to her lips and back up to her eyes. How tempting it was just the throw caution to the wind and test Constance's reactions.
"I suppose you're going to kiss me now?" As if she knew what she had been thinking, Constance prompted Imogen, half in jest, although both women knew the time had come to resolve this. They couldn't keep running from it, but Imogen had to check, just in case.
"And suppose I do? Are you going to runaway again?" Constance shook her head and Imogen leant in closer to her. She did as promised and kissed her softly. Constance groaned as she pulled away.
"More." She whispered almost desperately. This time nothing was gentle, their lips meshed together in heated passion. Hands flew all over each other's bodies, unable to find where they really wanted to go. Imogen reached for the buttons of Constance's dress - right at the top her neck.
"There are so many buttons..." It was as though Imogen hadn't really noticed before.
"I can make it easier if you like...?" Constance held up her fingers as a sign that she was thinking of magic. Imogen smirked as she began to undo each and every tiny button very slowly.
"Oh no, I much prefer the traditional way, there's something about the anticipation of the moment - it can drive a person crazy!" Constance smiled.
"You are a wicked woman Imogen Drill."
"I like to think so." Imogen undid the last of the buttons and gently peeled back each half of Constance's dress. Constance closed her eyes, this was the bit she had been dreading. She couldn't bear to see Imogen's reaction to her body. She couldn't think of anything right with it, she was too thin in places, too curvy in others, she had varying scars, freckles and moles not to mention her rather pale colouring, and burgeoning wrinkles.
"Constance? Look at me." The woman beneath her shook her head. "You're beautiful, Constance." Imogen gently stroked the bared skin from her neck, through the middle of her chest, around her stomach, over her hips and she stopped just short of her thighs. She gave a little butterfly kiss to the top of each breast, before kissing her lover on the lips again. "Open your eyes." Constance did but reluctantly. "Do you know how much effort that took to restrain myself? You ARE beautiful, don't ever believe otherwise." Constance nodded and choked back the tears.
Imogen sat upright and pulled her top off over her head. Her bra soon followed. Imogen had smaller, mort pert breasts than Constance, but were definitely at least a handful. She knelt down and reached around behind Constance's back and unclasped her bra. Constance helped to peel it off her shoulders and throw it and the dress to one side. Imogen stood and took off her jogging bottoms, leaving only a thin pair of knickers in their place. Constance was in awe, Imogen was well toned, with a stomach and muscles you could bounce a coin off, yet she was still very much all woman.
"You're looking rather attractive yourself Imogen." Constance hadn't even tried to contain her lust.
"Well I don't like to disappoint." It had been meant as a throw away remark, but Constance heard the slight self doubt that matched her own from earlier. Perhaps they weren't so different after all.
Imogen helped Constance off with her boots and tights. The PE teacher settled herself back on top of Constance and they met in a languid kiss. Imogen began to trail her kisses down the length of Constance's body when she was suddenly flipped over and turned onto her back.
Constance looked down at her lover.
"You didn't think I was that innocent did you?" Constance grinned and Imogen smirked in reply.
"I don't now, that's for sure." They play fought and teased each other until neither of them could take any more. Constance won and treated Imogen to the most delightful and stimulating sensations she'd felt in a long time. The tables were eventually turned and Imogen teased Constance to agony before finally taking that last leap over the edge. After a few moments on the stone cold hallway floor, coming back to reality, they realised it hadn't been one of the most comfortable of places to have made love. Constance whisked them up to her room with a wave of magic. They made love again and again, taking much more time and care to learn each other's bodies. A feeling of complete contentment washed itself over the women as the night approached and they fell asleep with exhaustion.
end of chapter 05
That night was the first in over two weeks that the women spent apart. And for the first time in over two weeks it rained.
After Constance had walked out on her, Imogen had remained in the library and once again sorted through her turbulent thoughts. One thing was clear, Constance certainly felt something for her, even if she was either ashamed of it or afraid of it. Instead of tip-toeing around each other they needed to talk frankly about what was going on. If they did than then at least they would know where they both stood. Imogen had gone to Constance's room to speak to her there and then, but changed her mind when it appeared that she had gone to bed. Imogen was exhausted anyway and decided that she would have it out with her first thing in the morning.
Constance had gone to bed feeling like a fool. Fancy kissing Imogen like that?! She had no idea what had come over her. Imogen had asked Constance how much she meant to her with such a meek voice that Constance's brain had failed and her heart couldn't resist showing her exactly how she felt. She hadn't thought about it before, since they were inclined to fight most of the time. But since they had spent the last couple of weeks together, which confirmed that she had indeed been in love with the PE teacher for goodness knows how long, her feelings had changed without her realising. Before Imogen she wouldn't have thought twice about upping and leaving the academy. But knowing that there could have been a chance that....but that was before she lost her mind and kissed her. How realistic would it have been anyway? A relationship not only within the school, between a witch and non-witch but also between two women. What on earth had she been thinking? There was no way it could have worked. Constance made up her mind to ignore it, to never speak of it again and that was the end of that matter. She would just have to take a deep breath and push down any feelings of that kind when she was around Imogen. She'd done it before, what made now any different?
Imogen had been up hours by the time Constance arrived at the breakfast table. In fact Imogen had hardly been to sleep, tossing and turning as the rain poured down outside.
"Good morning Constance." She was overly cheerful considering that the sky was still grey from the thunderstorm the previous evening. The ground was sopping wet, the atmosphere was cold and Constance had a very sharp, set look on her face.
"Miss Drill." Ah, so it had gone back to surnames, Imogen was silently amused. Constance was rattled and didn't know how to deal with it, so she had reverted back to what was comfortable - and safe. Another confirmation that she felt something, even if she was uncomfortable with it.
"We need to talk about this." Imogen pushed the subject as she had planned to do...
"No, we don't." ...and Constance closed herself off exactly as she had planned.
"I rather think we do." Imogen tried desperately not to smirk. This was becoming a bit of a standoff. What was next - broomsticks at dawn?
"Look, forget it. It never happened. It was just...I don't know what it was, but it never happened." Constance walked away from the table and off in the direction of the library. Imogen followed hot on her footsteps.
"Constance! We can't pretend it didn't happen. Something's happening here, between us, and I want to find out what it is."
"I think that we have become a little too over familiar. I suggest we forget the last couple of weeks and continue as before. "
"And what if I don't want to?" Constance shut the door in Imogen's face and cast a spell to lock it. Imogen banged her forehead on the closed door. There was no point in screaming through it, Constance needed to calm down and collect herself.
Imogen changed into her running gear and went out into the woods. She needed some air, even if it was damp and dismal. The drizzle turned into a downpour as she ran, but she preferred to get wet, it was more cleansing than coming back all hot and sticky. She ran for over an hour, and got thoroughly soaked in the process. She tried very hard not to drip inside the castle, but she'd forgotten her towel. The only thing she could do was walk through the castle and mop up afterwards. Imogen had a warm, relaxing shower, with lots of bubbles and then changed into a pair of comfortable jogging bottoms and a polo shirt.
Imogen raced down the stairs, with a refreshed spring in her step after her run and shower. She seemed to have forgotten about the wet patch in the hall and promptly slipped on it and skidded right into Constance, knocking her onto her back with Imogen landing right on top of her. They were both a little shocked and remained deadly still for a few moments. They were so close that Imogen could feel every beat of Constance's heart, every rise and fall of her chest and every intake and exhale of breath. Of course, Constance could feel Imogen's reactions just as Imogen could hers. Imogen looked right into Constance's eyes, then to her lips and back up to her eyes. How tempting it was just the throw caution to the wind and test Constance's reactions.
"I suppose you're going to kiss me now?" As if she knew what she had been thinking, Constance prompted Imogen, half in jest, although both women knew the time had come to resolve this. They couldn't keep running from it, but Imogen had to check, just in case.
"And suppose I do? Are you going to runaway again?" Constance shook her head and Imogen leant in closer to her. She did as promised and kissed her softly. Constance groaned as she pulled away.
"More." She whispered almost desperately. This time nothing was gentle, their lips meshed together in heated passion. Hands flew all over each other's bodies, unable to find where they really wanted to go. Imogen reached for the buttons of Constance's dress - right at the top her neck.
"There are so many buttons..." It was as though Imogen hadn't really noticed before.
"I can make it easier if you like...?" Constance held up her fingers as a sign that she was thinking of magic. Imogen smirked as she began to undo each and every tiny button very slowly.
"Oh no, I much prefer the traditional way, there's something about the anticipation of the moment - it can drive a person crazy!" Constance smiled.
"You are a wicked woman Imogen Drill."
"I like to think so." Imogen undid the last of the buttons and gently peeled back each half of Constance's dress. Constance closed her eyes, this was the bit she had been dreading. She couldn't bear to see Imogen's reaction to her body. She couldn't think of anything right with it, she was too thin in places, too curvy in others, she had varying scars, freckles and moles not to mention her rather pale colouring, and burgeoning wrinkles.
"Constance? Look at me." The woman beneath her shook her head. "You're beautiful, Constance." Imogen gently stroked the bared skin from her neck, through the middle of her chest, around her stomach, over her hips and she stopped just short of her thighs. She gave a little butterfly kiss to the top of each breast, before kissing her lover on the lips again. "Open your eyes." Constance did but reluctantly. "Do you know how much effort that took to restrain myself? You ARE beautiful, don't ever believe otherwise." Constance nodded and choked back the tears.
Imogen sat upright and pulled her top off over her head. Her bra soon followed. Imogen had smaller, mort pert breasts than Constance, but were definitely at least a handful. She knelt down and reached around behind Constance's back and unclasped her bra. Constance helped to peel it off her shoulders and throw it and the dress to one side. Imogen stood and took off her jogging bottoms, leaving only a thin pair of knickers in their place. Constance was in awe, Imogen was well toned, with a stomach and muscles you could bounce a coin off, yet she was still very much all woman.
"You're looking rather attractive yourself Imogen." Constance hadn't even tried to contain her lust.
"Well I don't like to disappoint." It had been meant as a throw away remark, but Constance heard the slight self doubt that matched her own from earlier. Perhaps they weren't so different after all.
Imogen helped Constance off with her boots and tights. The PE teacher settled herself back on top of Constance and they met in a languid kiss. Imogen began to trail her kisses down the length of Constance's body when she was suddenly flipped over and turned onto her back.
Constance looked down at her lover.
"You didn't think I was that innocent did you?" Constance grinned and Imogen smirked in reply.
"I don't now, that's for sure." They play fought and teased each other until neither of them could take any more. Constance won and treated Imogen to the most delightful and stimulating sensations she'd felt in a long time. The tables were eventually turned and Imogen teased Constance to agony before finally taking that last leap over the edge. After a few moments on the stone cold hallway floor, coming back to reality, they realised it hadn't been one of the most comfortable of places to have made love. Constance whisked them up to her room with a wave of magic. They made love again and again, taking much more time and care to learn each other's bodies. A feeling of complete contentment washed itself over the women as the night approached and they fell asleep with exhaustion.
end of chapter 05