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When Mitchie's tongue invaded Alex's mouth, it was the most alive the city girl felt in a long while. She had spent a year of beating herself up over this very, what she thought was unrequited, contact, and to have it back now, so real and tactile, there weren't words adequate enough to describe the emotions raging inside of her.
Alex once again couldn't stop the tears that found her, and they soon began mingling with the wet splotches on Mitchie's cheeks as they continued to kiss.
Part of Alex wasn't 100 percent convinced that this wasn't just a soon-to-be-taunting dream, and not because it didn't feel real, but because it felt more real and amazing than she ever thought anything in reality possibly could. She was still reeling from all that Mitchie said, and there was so much she wanted to say in response, but her mouth had trouble forming anything resembling a coherent sentence.
Her words eked out between hard-pressed kisses "I'm… mph… I'm so… mph…. sorry, Mitchie… mph…"
"It's okay," Mitchie exhaled hurriedly, so over her temporary tirade now that they were kissing.
Still feeling the need to grovel, beg, explain, or do anything and everything it took to make sure Mitchie knew how she felt, Alex stammered on. "Mph… I just… mph… didn't think you… mph… felt the same…mph… way…"
Mitchie, becoming exasperated with Alex's unnecessary apology interrupting their lip lock, moved downward and began kissing Alex's neck, an area she had long dreamed of exploring.
"And I -- oooh," Alex interjected upon the contact of Mitchie's lips with her neck. She finally resorted to a non-verbal state aside from heavy breathing and murmurs at their contact. Alex let her body go practically limp as the other girl's mouth moved further back on her neck, planting her hands on Alex's hips and turning her around to face the wall so she could access her entire neck.
When she felt her knees buckle, Alex figured it'd be best to seek stability. "Bed," she respired in a simple command.
Retaining their position of Mitchie behind Alex, they threw themselves on the bed, and before Alex could turn around to face Mitchie, she felt a strong feeling of de ja vu.
The hot breath on the back of her neck. Hands wrapping around her waist from behind. Lips playing on her ear and neck.
Without realizing it until after the fact, the name "Mitchie?" in question form escaped her lips just like in the dream she had the previous night.
Before anything else played out in the dream that really turned out to be a nightmare, Alex heard herself whisper, "Stop," as she rolled over onto her back.
Mitchie automatically stopped and sat up, giving Alex enough space. "What's the matter?"
Alex knew the only thing she could do at this point was tell the truth. Feigning to be brave or apathetic hadn't worked so far, so she figured it was the best policy. "I'm just scared of getting hurt."
Mitchie's heart regained a normal pace, relieved to hear that Alex didn't suddenly just write this off as a bad idea. She gently reached down and brushed Alex's hair away from her face. "I know. I'm a little scared, too. But we both have been hurting for so long being apart, so I have to believe that we're supposed to be together, you know? I've been with you for 20 minutes and it's the happiest I've been all year," Mitchie replied.
A smile curved Alex's full lips. "Kiss me."
Mitchie showed off her one in a million smile before eagerly complying with Alex's wishes and kissing her. Both girls' stomachs buzzed when Alex surprised them both by taking control and flipping Mitchie onto her back, becoming the aggressor now that she felt more comfortable and safe. Mitchie grunted when Alex's fingers got entwined in her hair, and Alex loved the reactions she was eliciting from the girl beneath her.
Suddenly, Alex felt Mitchie's magnetic lips detach from hers when she heard something else familiar from her dream. "Your mom…"
Except it wasn't Alex saying it, and it wasn't a dream.
Alex turned around to see her mother standing in the doorway with a pallid and shocked expression on her face. Oh no, oh no, oh no…
Her traditional parents were never quite thrilled with Alex being "the rebel" of the family, and she knew this exceeded anything either of them, especially her mother, expected, and that this was not the way for her to find out.
"Alexandra!" was all she heard from her mom before she panicked.
She thought back to the time that she used the Mcreary-Timereary spell and cost her family the potential deal with the New York Mets since the mortal world experiences de ja vu when the spell is performed. Since Jerry knew firsthand how much trouble it could cause, he looked for a way to isolate the spell so that it only affected the person it was intended for. After lots of research and inquiring, he found a way to combine the freeze frame spell with the time reverse spell so that the rest of the mortal world wouldn't catch on.
Frantic to do anything that would work, Alex quickly turned to Mitchie and stood on one foot.
"Hold up my left leg," she instructed.
"What?" Mitchie inquired, bewildered that Alex wasn't reacting to what just happened.
"Just do it, please!" Alex spat out.
Mitchie, more confused than ever, obliged, as Alex continued to speak and gesture quickly toward her mom.
"Theresa, Gialsjay-Timesday!" Alex chanted. Once she was frozen, she continued. "Theresa, Mcreary-Timereary!"
Before either of them knew it, Theresa disappeared from the room. Mitchie stood frozen in an open-mouthed stupor, so instead of saying anything yet, Alex pulled her up into a sitting position on the bed and sat at a reasonable distance beside her.
Sure enough, Theresa walked in as she had a few seconds earlier, this time to find Mitchie and Alex sitting next to one another on the bed.
"Just checking on you, mija!" Theresa said, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah!" Alex carried on like nothing had just happened, "This is my friend Mitchie that I met last summer. I wasn't expecting her, so we have a lot of catching up to do," she said, crafting one of her world famous spur-of-the-moment-excuses.
"Okay, well I won't get in your way, just wanted to check in. Nice to meet you, Mitchie!" Theresa smiled before exiting.
When she shut the door, Alex breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she had actually absorbed something useful from wizard lessons that really came through. But when she turned to face Mitchie and saw that her stoic, dumbfounded expression didn't change, she knew there wasn't much she could say.
"Yeah," Alex began, "Did I mention that I'm a wizard?"