Smug at her own cleverness Constance lent forward and kissed Imogen's brow again and let her fingers follow suit, tracing over her beloved's forehead temples, cheeks , and sore throat awhile in soothing strokes for a few minutes more. when she returned to the tanned collar Imogen sighed again, louder this time then twisted around so that she was on her knees in front of the witch between her legs, Almost like a lover's pose.
specifically their lovers pose. but usually with less clothes in the way!
Constance froze blushing and very nearly scolded Imogen. Her head was in the witches lap yes, but instated of begging, skirt hitching, or suggestive looks, Imogen resting atop of her arms on Constance's legs and offered up a different kind on inttermacey, Her clean hand taking one of the witch's hands and intwined their fingers.
"You're the best, Constance." she breathed with sincere affection in her voice. the sweetness of it all Surprised the older woman and Constance felt her legs turn to jelly her heart flutter so madly she felt she might melt into a puddle. Not from a bucket of water (that was a fairytale stereotype) but certainly from those sleepy green eyes and that lopsided smile. unable to come up with words she hestiently resumed stroking imogen's hair with her free hand as Imogen closed eyes again, her breathing becoming deep and rhythmic.
It could have been very easy for them to stay like that for a while maybe for ever. If getting pins and needles in your feet didn't happen.
"…Imogen?" Constance warned quietly after a while,but she realising the gym-mistress might very well fall asleep on her at this rate. Imogen didn't resound right away and the witch stopping her pampering and shook her shoulder to make sure she was awake. "Imogen, dear, you'll get a pain in the neck sitting like that for to long."
"Don't mind." Drill practically purred.
"and you'll get cold on that floor." Constance warned less quietly. she could feel the feverous heat from a warm cheek on her thigh, even though the thick tights, dress and apron she wore and that was worrying. but Imogen just shrugged,
"Don't mind that either."
"Well I do." Constance snapped abruptly pulling her hands free. "come along, back in to bed. those are for sleeping in."
"Pass me a blanket and I'll be fine." Imogen mumbled trying to tug it from the bed with minimum energy and with out moving from her comfy spot.
"no. up. bed. now." Imogen frowned and let her weight flop against the legs in protest but Miss Hardbroom refused to give in to such childishness and firmly pushed her back off her, "Now means at once Imogen."
That time Imogen did as she was told and begrudgingly dragging herself up. Not a moment too soon either. Much to the witches despair, the very second Imogen stood, turned away, and stretched, the younger woman was struck once again with a sudden bout of high pitched sneezing, one right after another. they attacked so violently too that she was knocked off balance and Imogen fell back onto the bed, Squeaking like a church mouse. it quite sweet if it hadn't sounded so sickly.
"See? I told you you'd get cold again!" Constance said clucking her tongue in annoyance and could do nothing but tuck her now shivering beloved back to in bed once more.