She sat down, legs crossed, eyes blazing with something intriguing...unsafe. Something that made her skim white teeth over ruby lips every few moments, that mystery of a thing that made her cling a black pin between her fingers as if an effort to stable herself...her desires.
"I do love him...I I think I do. But it's as if everyday he keeps screwing up. And purposely." Aurora continued to speak to the therapist, her words coming out strangled as she failed to take down the ball that rose up her throat. Her cessions were always filled with this sort of tension, the woman was so elegant, patient and deadly attractive, and there she was, crying over a husband who causes problems and refuses therapy. The blonde had to question herself as she spoke of her husbands transactions that had become routine. "I know that I am plain but..."
Her eyes met dark greens that glowed with a deep gold, spreading out as if water paint over a canvas, subtle and beautiful.
"I would have to go against that idea Miss. Rose." Her profound voice sunk it's teeth into the blondes already sore heart, a muscle that longed for the therapist more than she knew was acceptable, if the idea of being with Maleficent was even reasonable. "Thank you Miss. Moore." She lowered her head, allowing blonde strands to pass by her face as she hung her head low, an effort taken to hide the searing blush that grazed over her cheeks.
"I wish Phillip would tell me that." She lied, knowing clearly that the words she heard moved out the mouth she longed for, lips she wanted to press her own against so desperately.
"I am sorry that you feel that way."
"No...no. Don't be. I guess I just feel a bit sorry for myself." She admitted, lifting her head to look at the exquisitely enticing woman, her chromatic locks moved to the side with the tilt of her head. Maleficent released an air of exhaustion, she was once again experiencing Aurora rejecting any beauty and wealth that was present within her.
"How about some water." She moved her bottom off the large furniture once the pad she wrote on was placed onto the side table. "Ummm could I actually have some..." Aurora looked for anything that would cause the beauty to take more time. "Fruit."
Maleficent's office had no fruit present within it, only an expensive coffee maker and extensive brands of dark roast. Colors of brown complimenting the warmth of the office as it merged with the solid black and plant life. She turned from her destination to the counter where the coffee and water was stored. Green eyes looking at the distraught wife whose own were stained with tints of rose, a result from the tears she had shed earlier in the cession. Feeling the nearly invisible strings of her heart be pulled by the woman's expression, Maleficent gave a soft reply. "very well, I will be might have fruit somewhere near here." Aurora smiled, relieved that the sudden plan was moving into play.
She watched, turning her body only slightly, Maleficent make her way out the room. Her hips swaying in black inked heels, slim legs moving as if on ice. Aurora found her eyes water, but not from pain or hurt, but rather from the strained veins of her eyes. Her pain took a obvious tole on her body.
Once she could hear the sound of heels draw further Aurora rose from her seat. Quietly she moved to the table where Maleficent's notes were written down. Hesitantly she took the pad with clipped paper written on in beautiful calligraphy. The blonde had always wondered what the woman wrote down about her, about her situation. It is very hard to read therapist, she had the kind of eyes that push you back whenever you get close enough. Aurora could never figure whether Maleficent was judging her or scrutinizing her. The idea of the woman pitting her was something that made her want to cringe. Aurora didn't long for sympathy from anyone, especially the object of her fervent desire.
Reading quickly at first, in hopes of getting the predicted demeaning words over with like bad medicine, Aurora found her self slowing vivid blue eyes widened at the woman's comments. Sentences ranging from the way she would smile softly, how her words always hid something beautiful, the way her fingers would rub against one another when she was stuck on something difficult. Every little thing, some that she hadn't even realized, was there.
"If you wanted to read it you could have just asked." A silken voice interrupted Aurora's busy thoughts and thumping heart. Turning around, the blonde was met with the most inviting smile. The brunette held a dark plum in her hand and some water. Not minding the woman that looked at her as if she was almost unreal, Maleficent walked into the room. Slowly she placed the produce down and made her way next to Aurora, taking the pad and placing back down.
"Everything you wrote...is it true?" The blonde asked, Maleficent turned her attention from the papers she placed down and to Aurora, moving up straight so that she could view the girl even clearer. "of-course."
Her words seemed so simple and yet they meant so much to Aurora.
"Beautiful eyes..." Her fingers slowly crept through blonde tresses,the movement sudden but Aurora finding comfort in the soft touch. "A sweet voice that heightens every time a cry threatens." She lowered her hands to mover over a soft brow arched softly, framing a delicate face of pale skin and soft rosebush. "A voice I would love to hear cry in joy...in for me."
Aurora drew closer to the brunette, feeling hands drag down her figure-from the side of her face, to the length of her neck, the slope of her shoulders and further down the extent of her arms."Can I..." accustomed to being constantly instructed, the blonde found it difficult to ask for something so directly, nevertheless such an intimate question.
Maleficent did not say much, she removed her hand from Aurora skin, an action that made the blonde crave her touch even more. Hesitantly Aurora lifted her hands slowly cupping the brunette's angular face, skin smooth and clear, her gem eyes not leaving waves of blue for a second. She appeared stoic as the wife questioned everything as it passed.
"Why is it that you are so...hesitant Aurora?" She asked, her eyes narrowed as she attempted to sort out what restrained the blondes actions. Long strands tinted with sun passed small shoulders when the maiden in distress covered her face with both hands- pale and coated in the complimenting speckles of pink. "I'm such a coward." Aurora spoke, an exhausted and mellow laugh lifting the severity of her hardened words.
The slender woman in-front of her spoke softly, her usually blunt questioning now cushioned with a will to understand and comfort. "And why would you say that?" Her smile, although slight, providing enough ease to comfort Aurora. Maleficent waited-still with a hearty smile carved on ruby lips, slender arms on Aurora's figure once more resting on her hips as fingers lightly pressed into soft flesh beneath. The blonde grinned, viewing the therapist expression only quickened the pace of her heart.
"Because I am afraid to ask you to..." her eyes fell to the wooden floor and then toward sharp eyes, "kiss me."
"Well..." Maleficent hold on Aurora's waist changed to a grip, steady while still soft. She moved the blonde even closer, "You just did." The younger woman's smiled widened while her body was drawn in, small hands moving to the brunettes structured shoulders. Taking in a breath of air, warm and stained with dark roast, the blonde bit her bottom lip watching perfectly arched brows rise at her action. "Shouldn't I ask formally?" Aurora asked, her voice soft as ever but now decorated with a sense of assurance.
"I wouldn't mind either way."
"Really? Okay Miss. Moore may I..."
Bang-Bang
Aurora's hold on Maleficent shoulders tightened of the sudden heavy banging against the metal door. Aurora looked at Maleficent wondering if the professional had scheduled another appointment.
"Who is it?" Her tone reverted to its dark and husky mixture that evoked both fear and desire.
"Aurora come out!" The voice was distinguishable by both women. Phillip was acting as if he owned Aurora and that his property had been stolen. Rolling her eyes in annoyance Aurora unwillingly pulled from Maleficent's hold, moving to the door where her husband continued to rage on; throwing out empty threats and atrocious comments that should have never moved beyond the home or even his mouth.
"What is it?!" The blonde yelled in response once the door was opened. Maleficent watched the two silently, her arms crossed over her torso. Aurora had described how she and her husband would fight in previous consolations and the interaction between the two seemed far to accurate. A young man In his twenties stood with a look of pure anger, his brown hair slicked back, his athletic figure covered in a navy blue suite accompanied with a sleek white shirt and dark tie. He nearly growled back at the petite blonde who snapped in response, her frustration growing from his insulting comments and the fact that she had been so rudely interrupted by that last person she wanted to see.
They bickered back and forth, and with every sentence the young man grew more and more vicious, spewing comments that not only hurt Aurora but offended Maleficent. 'This is what call a husband.' She questioned to herself, the smile that had complimented her face quickly reverting to her commonly vague expression, one that hid the anger boiling beneath her skin.
"You dear tell me that I need help? I don't need help you slut."
Aurora was already crying as she yelled back at him, her anger mutating itself in the form of limitless tears.
"That's enough." Maleficent interrupted, something she never did, especially since her profession required observation without interruption. The situation, however, was one she could not just ignore, especially since the woman she had grown to care for was sobbing and fuming. The young man shot a glare at the tall woman that walked next to Aurora who took the time to gather her breath. Raking the brunette up and down with critique Maleficent held her place, despite the way her body itched at his look. Arms still folded and eyes even more intimidating then the pathetic glare Phillip shot at her, the therapist remained silent, her look speaking enough. "I'll meet you at home." He snarled at Aurora, leaving with a huff and heavy feet.
"Are you alright?" Maleficent turned to Aurora immediately after the fool had exited. "I'm fine." She let out a sigh of exhaustion. "I swear a bottle of something strong would be lovely right now."
"No it wouldn't." Maleficent stated, not taking the woman's sarcasm light heartily. "Here." She moved to the desk, taking some time to shuffle through the coverts before pulling out a card and moving back to Aurora. "My card." The blonde smiled in response. "I already have one of your cards Miss. Moore." The brunette raised a brow momentarily before taking Aurora's hand, placing the card in it and then pulling her closer. In a swift movement her lips were mere millimeters from Aurora's ear, "This is my personal card."
Once making some distance she viewed the woman's appreciative smile. "Thank You." Maleficent gave another smile, now feeling strange since she had smiled three times in one day, something that is fairly rear. "You should deal with things." The therapist spoke eyeing the door. Aurora nodded, pulling the woman into a warm embrace before wiping her tears, which Maleficent helped her realize when she slid long fingers over the blondes soft cheeks, and leaving.
* [Later that day-Midnight]
Maleficent moved out of the bathroom, the honey and oatmeal infused steam following behind. The home was reasonably quite, despite the small sounds that moved through the thick walls from outside, the echoing of cars and cold wind. Maleficent neglected the white towel she had folded and prepared prior to taking a shower. Her mind was now crowded with thought's of Aurora and if the woman was okay or hurt. Phillip didn't seem like a level headed man and as time progressed she began to blame herself for even letting the woman follow that fool.
Taking a seat, her body wrapped in a long robe the texture of silk dyed in ink, the worries didn't seem to fade, instead they intensified. Maleficent found herself ignoring her scheduled activities feeling comfort in thinking her actions over. Her hair was drying slowly, the heat in the home circulating like the cold wind that picked up leaves outside, scooping them and then allowing the dead plants to fall.
The therapist thought a cup of something strong, rich, and gravely bitter would beat down the even sour thoughts that now clung onto her focus. She's hurting. You let her go with that monster. He probably hurt her really bad. What if she doesn't talk to you ever again. Opening the wooden cabinet Maleficent took the hefty bottle made of thick glass, filled with a tinted liquid ranging from a dark amber to a soft oak. Placing the bottle onto the marble counter top Maleficent reached back up, moving to the left where the identical glass cups where placed. Finding the two things she thought she needed most at the moment, Maleficent poured the whiskey into the glass, hastily drinking.
Ding-Dong
Maleficent's brows drew close as she slammed the cup back onto the counter-top, feeling the remaining burn of whiskey travel down searing the sensitive flesh of her throat along the way to her stomach. Biting the inside of her mouth with irritation that developed due to her mind still flashing with critique. The brunette smiled bitterly, the idea of needing therapy herself seemed reasonable especially since she could not get a particular blonde off of her mind. Maleficent didn't care for the idea of guest, particularly uninvited guest. The woman had not scheduled any meetings for today or the following days so the knocking on her door was one that came as a surprise. Letting out an air that was meant to release the questioning that swarmed through her mind, Maleficent made her way to the front door of her home.
"Yes?" She asked before pulling the door open. No response was given.
Once the separating wood finally cracked open Maleficent could feel the air of the cold autumn wind and relief rush over her, kissing and biting at her skin. The blonde looked at her and she looked back as well, finding her eyes attracted to Aurora's like magnetic force, sapphires holding her own. Maleficent broke the moment that seemed to last far longer than the actual few seconds that passed.
"Aurora." She took the blondes surprisingly chilled hand into her own, pulling the woman softly into her home. "Are you alright?."
Aurora remained still while entering the home. The door closed shut, and Maleficent was still holding onto her hand. Nervously Aurora pulled her hand from the brunettes hold as she continued organizing her thoughts. "Would you like to tell me what happened Mrs. Rose?" Maleficent spoke, her voice more of a demand than a question.
"Nothing serious happened." The blonde lied, avoiding any eye contact with the therapist who was now broken from the shell that had enclosed her in souring thoughts moments prior.
"Aurora." Maleficent was deadly serious, moving her warm hand to the blondes chilled cheek forcing the woman to look her in the eyes. "Can I sit down?" Aurora gave in, her fingers moving against one another in frantic little movements, an action Maleficent had observed the woman do multiple times and associated with her nervousness.
Aurora took a seat on the soft furniture, taking in the warmth of the woman's home, a heat that was nearly absent in the frosty Autumn air outside.
The wife waited for a long moment before she went on to explain to the therapist how she and Phillip had continued their argument through the entire evening as they usually would. However this time was very different, his mistress had called. "She asked for him..." Aurora looked at her fingers viewing Maleficent's long soft fingers move over her own, holding her hand in an effort to calm the her nervousness. It didn't help however, if fact she grew even more shaky."Like they were married. Truly it was ironic to me but I didn't tell her who I was. She stated that she was outside and wanted to speak with him. Despite his efforts to stop me from heading to the door I walked over." Taking down a gulp as she prepared to describe the next lines Aurora smiled, an action that was taken to calm herself and brace the stern eyed professional. "I guess he thought that if he slapped me around a little I would not continue, that I would remain timid, so he did, a couple of times." Maleficent's hold tighten as the thought brought a spark of anger to stream through her blood. "Oh but I slapped him back of-course and as hard as I could. He was so taken back that he fell to the floor." The petite woman spoke, tightening her hold on Maleficent's hand while she smiled reassuringly to the therapist. "I opened the door and allowed her in. That's when everything just made sense to me." Aurora willing looked into Maleficent's eyes this time. "She ran to him, not minding the fact that I was there. I watched her fall to his side and hold him, despite him trying to push her away because I was there." The woman laughed at the memory bitterly. "I couldn't believe, I knew he was cheating but actually seeing the woman who I'm guessing was in love with him, made me realize how much I didn't love him." Maleficent's expression changed only slightly but Aurora took note of it.
"I left right after that, garbing my keys and your card. I didn't care about what they did or were doing. I just left. I drove around and tried to call but I was too nervous."
"You should have." The brunette exhaled stroking Aurora's cheek softly. "I was uneasy for the first time in a long time because of you Aurora."
"I'm sorry."
"No need to be. Are you okay?" Maleficent asked still uneasy about the newly collected information and the red mark on the woman's cheek.
"Couldn't be better. For the first time I don't give a shit."
The therapist smiled in relief and amusement. "Thank God."
She pulled Aurora in, kissing the side of her cheek that was not red. "Can I ask you something?" Aurora asked once moved from the woman's hold. "Go ahead."
"May I kiss you?"
Maleficent laughed softly, letting her hand gently cup Aurora's face and pull her into a passionate kiss. She moved from Aurora's soft lips to her cheek placing a few soft kisses that trailed to her neck. Tenderly she pulled the woman into a hug around her small shoulders. Aurora's arms curled around Maleficent's frame and she nuzzled her nose into the damp hair that smelled of sweet shampoo.
"Are you hungry?" Maleficent asked, though calm the woman had realized that Aurora must have not had much to eat all day. The woman had spent her morning in the therapist office and once at home she had explained of the conflict. Moving from the chair the brunette was planning on heading to the kitchen and preparing something, but she was stopped half way. Aurora held onto her wrist, standing up from the couch. Facing the beautiful woman who's eyes questioned her actions Aurora moved closer. Gaining as much strength as she could the blonde moved her hands to Maleficent's shoulder, following the surface that her fingers trailed over the slopes of Maleficent's neck and up to her ear, traveling through the thick locks of Mahogany. Taking in the scent of something rich on Maleficent's breath Aurora moved in pressing her soft lips against the brunettes, taking in as much warmth, softness, and passion as she could.
"So, you're not hungry?" Maleficent asked in the sensuous alto that was her voice. "I'm not sure. All that I can think about is you." The brunette rose a brow, catching onto the woman's cleverly unintended but seductive words. Aurora refused to speak any further, all she longed to do was kiss Maleficent and forget the sting that baked at the back of her eyes. Moving her hands to the woman's small waist, the blonde took in a hand full of black silk moving in closer and pressing her lips against the brunettes once again. Maleficent took the closing of space as an opportunity to devour the woman even more, leaning over Aurora just a bit Maleficent slipped her tongue into the girl's mouth slowly, letting her hands caress the woman's soft face.
"Don't cry." She whispered, having already felt the woman shake in her hold. "Why couldn't you come first?" Aurora asked as a sob convulsed her body. She had been holding so much in. Not crying in front of her husband and his mistress, not breaking down when she saw the woman run towards her husband, call his name. Not breaking down when he struck her over and over, pushing her to fight back. Feeling the hot tears hit her shoulders Maleficent pulled the woman further in, tightening her hold while she kissed the woman's cheek and eyes.
"Don't cry, my sweet." Aurora's hold tightened as the sweet words filled her ears, the usually harsh woman allowing her to view her soft side. The side that was tender and unbelievably warm. "Stop talking." Aurora managed to say in a low tone, the words coming clearly due to the closeness of soft lips to Maleficent's sharp ears.
"You are so beautiful Aurora."
"Stop talking."
"The way you hold onto me, whisper..."
"I'm fine. So stop lying." Aurora spoke nearly falling into another break down.
The therapist pulled her head from the girl's shoulder, looking her in the eyes as she cupped her soft face covered in warm tears, blue eyes now surrounded by soft and swollen blush tinted flesh. "I will never lie to you Aurora. And I've never."
Biting her lips in acknowledgment Aurora looked into consoling emeralds, the truth radiating like the rings of gold that sprung from her black pupils.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes." The answer was immediate, causing a slight flutter to move around the pit of Maleficent's stomach.
"Then why are you still crying?" The brunette moved closer, her lips grazing the top of Aurora's ear.
"I don't know."
Maleficent traced her finger down the damp path of Aurora's cheek. "I think you do..." She viewed the eyes that looked at her, trying to read every inch of the words that move passed crimson stained lips, "tell me what it is."
" I...I just find it hard to believe that someone like you could ever love me."
"But I do. Must you try to deprive me of that?" Aurora shot a surprised look at the taller woman's comment. "I would never take that from you."
Maleficent smiled softly, an action that always sends trails of electricity up Aurora's spine. "Then move in closer and let me kiss you again."
The blonde did so willingly pressing her lips against inviting ones, feeling her tightened heart liquify in pleasure and desire and every other emotion she had been void of for so long. Like a dream she kept waking up from Aurora closed her eyes, feeling a silky tongue press softly at her partially closed lips softly probing against her own. Aurora parted her lips accepting Maleficent. Their tongues danced against one another elegantly and when Aurora moaned against her mouth, Maleficent could only enjoy the utterly stunning, and softly sensual woman that was pressed against her, clinging onto her for dear life, the moment was far to glorious and she didn't want it to end.
They separated for a moment, Aurora taking in as much air and reality as she could. The world she had just gotten lost in consumed her mind and when she stared at the beautiful brunette who seemed so calm and in control, she couldn't help but be drawn to the softest lips she has ever tasted, felt them pulling her in despite wanting to take as much of the beauty in front of her as possible. Aurora leaned forward looking to hold the woman once again, pressing her forehead to Aurora's Maleficent resisted the younger woman's attempt to claim her mouth again. Aurora was forced to stay millimeters from the plump rose lips she craved. Smiling to herself, Maleficent moved in gently, pressing her lips against the blondes, Aurora catching onto the woman's desire to control the way things were going about, a trait which she had already uncovered in the therapist. They kissed ignoring the length of time that increased as their tongues caressed and explored each others mouth, Maleficent tenderly holding the woman in her arms, Aurora's hands holding onto her slender waist, comfortableness increasing between the two.
Aurora slid her hands up reaching Maleficent's shoulders and making her way beneath the soft silk, fingers slipping the fabric from pale skin and letting it fall down to her wrist. Her hands moved over satiny skin, a wave of desire washing over her at the contact causing her head become momentarily dizzy. As she attempted to pull from the tall woman, Aurora felt her hands holding onto the woman the skin beneath her finger tips to intoxicating to release.
"Aurora" Maleficent called against the blondes lips, "Aurora, Aurora...I'm in love with you." She ran her hands down, feeling the swell of Aurora's bottom in her light wash jeans. It was taking everything in the brunette to not rip off Aurora's clothes, push her onto the group and relish every each of her. But she didn't, instead she reluctantly pulled from the embrace her lips tingly from the absence of Aurora's skin against her own. To her surprise however, Aurora pulled in back in leaning to kiss Maleficent again, aware that she would never grow tired of the feel of her soft lips. The blonde moaned as Maleficent reached out a hand pulling off the woman's shirt and palmed Aurora's nipple, rubbing it gently and feeling the bud of her nipple becoming tender against her hand.
"Ahhh Maleficent~" Aurora moaned wrapping her arms around the brunettes neck as the taller woman moved her against a wall, her back meeting the flat surface. Maleficent's remained on Aurora's breast and massaged them gently, then slowly she moved her fingers over a soft belly, caressing the blondes hot skin as low gasps were drawn from the woman against her. "Is the wall too hard?" Maleficent asked using her free hand to hold Aurora's head, "It's ummm..." The blondes words were cut short as waves of pleasure moved through her body. The brunette transferred the girl to the soft carpeted floor, Aurora's petite figure now beneath her.
Maleficent straddled Aurora and for a moment she pressed herself into the blonde's mound, drawing a gasp from the younger woman's mouth. She slithered her hand down down a flat stomach to the top of her jeans. "Wait...you can't.." Maleficent smothered Aurora's objection with a deep kiss, sliding her hand underneath the cotton of Aurora's panties. Biting the girl's bottom lip gently as she came in contact with a small patch of soft fuzz, Maleficent then slid over Aurora's mound, cupping her. Holding onto the professional's back and nearly clawing at the soft skin, Aurora pulled at the silk, the robe now half way down the woman's back along with soft scratches trailing in a light pink.
She moved from the kiss, her blonde hair spread all over the carpet. Her back arched in pleasure when Maleficent's hand began to move, her finger finding the top of Aurora's slit and making the woman gasp, loudly, her sweet voice starting to rasp. Making her way down, Maleficent could feel how wet Aurora was and couldn't help to smile at the fact that she was causing the woman such pleasure. Continuing on she pulled up again, gently rubbing the fluid into the top of Aurora's slit, sliding across the shaft she found there, over and over again. Aurora bit onto her shoulder, groaning in pleasure as her hands squeezed onto Maleficent's skin holding onto her like a life raft.
"mmmmm, God Maleficent you don't know what you're doing to me." She moaned, her voice flowing into the taller woman's ears.
"Aurora, my sweet, cum for me." She nearly sung, viewing the woman close her eyes shut as the tension continued building up. Moving lower Maleficent quickened her pace, kissing along Aurora's neck as the blonde held on tighter to her, drawing closer to to her climax. Maleficent held onto the blondes body as she felt Aurora spasm in her hold and come convulsively, the blonde garbing onto her and biting her even harder.
The blonde released her grip onto Maleficent, falling back as her body went weak in the woman's warm hold.
Laughing in the most soothing tone Maleficent placed Aurora down, pecking her cheek. "You're beautiful."
Aurora smiled. allowing a soft laugh to move past her lips as well, she turned to the woman now next to her. Aurora kissed Maleficent softly on the lips, moving up and over the woman, Maleficent now pinned beneath her. "And you are absolutely incredible." The blonde lowered, littering the therapist with smooches and receiving a laugh in response.
"You don't play fair." The therapist spoke moving up in an attempt to kiss the blonde that teased her.
"Says the one who just took me to heaven and back."
"I can always take you back." She smiled deviously, her hands moving to Aurora's waist and pulling her in .
"Nope." The blonde smiled brightly moving off of Maleficent and standing. "I'm going to take a shower, would you mind leading me?"
Aurora watched Maleficent stand up and look at her, passion vivid in her emerald eyes. The woman took some time to admire the elegant ball of something sweet before moving next next to the woman, wrapping her arm around a naked waist.
"Follow me."