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A Real Witch
Part 2
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The walk to Diana's room feels much longer that what is maybe five or ten minutes, what with the lingering mix of awkwardness and gnawing anticipation eating at Akko's gut like a parasite.
After all, she's walking back with Diana Cavendish. To her room. After kissing her right there in the hallway! There was no way this was real. Maybe Akko had finally gone insane or this was some kind of sick joke and there would be all her friends and Barbara and Hannah waiting for them to laugh at her some more, and Akko wouldn't have any way to come back from that except to grin and shrug like she always does, only she doesn't think she can just smile this off if it was just a joke –
"We're here," Diana suddenly says.
Akko jumps, startled, and takes in the surroundings. The door is the same as her own – which was understandable because they all had similar rooms. But still, she couldn't keep from blurting out, "Oh, yeah. Um, great. Diana's room, yaaaaaay."
She winces at the look Diana gives her. She didn't mean to sound sarcastic, but the girl shrugs a single elegant shoulder and opens the door, stepping aside to allow Akko entrance. She tentatively walks by Diana into the room, sneaking a peek at her from under her eyelashes as she did – and seriously, if she really wants to help with Akko's distraction during class, then she should at least have the decency to stop being so nice to look at!
But maybe that's too much to ask.
They step into the room and Diana flicks her wand to close the curtains at the far side and, at the same time, a few torches flicker to life with a bright, almost incandescent light. The door closes, and there is a brief moment of silence where they just look at each other, and Akko can't believe she's actually alone with Diana in her room.
She died, Akko decides right then. That was it. This wasn't a trick or something; she simply died. Diana killed her there in the hallway with her magic kiss. She simply struck her down with her amazing witch-ness and Akko had gone to heaven where everything was just Diana and Akko, and—
A few moments later Akko snaps out of it, realizing that they've been standing there not doing or saying anything for more than a minute.
Diana gestures to one of the beds and Akko sits obediently, looking around the room. It's clean and much less cluttered than her own room. Lotte does her part to keep their shared space orderly, and Sucy is a surprisingly neat roommate if you don't count the occasional mushroom growing out of the floor. Akko, on the other hand tended to be a foil to the other girls' epee in terms of how they cleaned their room.
Not that she was messy. Absolutely not. No way.
"Um, are you sure Hannah and Barbara won't be back?" She asks, fidgeting on the bed.
Diana shakes her head. "No. I had words with them after you left, they will meet me in class later." She is still standing in the center of the room, looking uncharacteristically nervous. "Are you… are you alright?"
Diana's tone is almost bordering on sweet, and it's enough to make Akko tell the truth.
"I think I might be dead. A little bit."
The fluttery blinks paired with the look of surprise looks out of place on Diana's face, and Akko feels the need to elaborate.
"W-well, I mean, like, why would you invite me here to your room? There's no reason why you would…"
She trails off as Diana leans over, and her face is all Akko can see before she instinctively tilts her chip up to meet the taller girl in a kiss. It's simple one – much calmer and not as fueled as the one in the hallway – but no less arousing. After a long moment Diana breaks away, leaving Akko breathless and flushed in the cheeks.
"Um," Akko mumbles.
"You're not dead." Diana declares simply, meeting Akko's red eyes with her own blue ones. "And there are plenty of reasons why I would invite you here."
"L-like what?" Akko breathes, unable to concentrate on anything but the feeling of Diana's hands on her shoulders and her ice-chip blue eyes. "I-I-I mean… Like everyone says, I'm not even a real witch. I'm not good at magic, and I always mess up, and don't do well in class and…"
She isn't able to say anything further, because a moment later Diana's lips are on hers, and she feels a soft moan trickle up from her throat at the feeling and why, why does it feel so good? So right… so perfect? She feels Diana shift to sit down beside her as they kissed, and when Akko turns slightly towards her and feels the warmth of her body through their layers of clothes, she decides right then that she doesn't care if she's dead or not – she'll enjoy this while she can.
"Do still think you are dead?" Diana pulls away enough to ask. Her breath drifts sweetly across Akko's face, and she exhaled shakily.
"Don't know. Don't care," she murmurs back.
Diana's bed – or Akko hopes it is at any rate – is much softer than her own. She likes it immediately, even more so when she stretches out her back over the blankets with the warmth and weight of Diana's taller frame on top of her.
Diana is confident, as usual. Her mouth is soft and perfect and exactly where Akko wants it, kissing her exactly how she wants to be kissed – just a little rough, but not enough to hurt, and she doesn't complain when Akko takes her bottom lip between hers and nibbles on it. Her hands find their way underneath Akko's shirt, nudging her arms up so she can slip it above her head, Diana's fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra and tugs it free with movements so deft she would be surprised if she hadn't done this before.
Akko blushes when Diana's eyes linger on her chest, her bra having disappeared to who knows where. She knows she isn't the biggest or most well-endowed girl in the world, and she has to fight herself from making some excuse to Diana about her less-than modest size and consequently ruin the mood.
Her worries are stamped out seconds later when Diana's eyes narrow and her lips close around Akko's nipples, and galloping gargoyles it feels good. The whole reality of this is finally starting to set in and filling Akko with some weird, buzzing excitement, because she figures that she likes this Diana a whole lot better than the little-miss-perfect witch who always seems so unattainable.
Surely this Diana, Akko can certainly get used to.
Akko responds to Diana readily, gasping and sighing as Diana kisses and licks the sensitive skin of her breasts, but she doesn't even care how desperate she is sounding, because she is sure Diana knows and she is still kissing her and it makes Akko feel good. It makes her feel pretty.
It makes her feel like a real witch.
"Diana," Akko murmurs, winding her fingers through the girl's hair. She whimpers when she feels Diana's teeth scrape against her puffy nipple and her grip tightens enough to make the girl look up, alarmed.
"Akko?" She asks, eyes wide.
Akko whimpers again, because Diana just looks so hot with Akko's fingers in her hair and her cheeks flushed and her lips parted, even more so because Akko knows where those lips had just been. But it is only a moment later when she realizes that Diana is stull fully clothed, suddenly there's nothing she wants more than to see Diana naked.
She reaches up to nudge Diana's in a silent command to roll over. She does, and Akko grins in satisfaction when she succeeds in straddling Diana's hips. Locking gazes with the girl's blue eyes, she reaches out with trembling fingers and tugged at her uniform top, urging it up and over Diana's head in one fluid motion.
Akko's mouth goes dry when she sees Diana in her purple lacy bra. She's just so pretty and her skin is so nice that all Akko really wants to do at that moment was taste it and relish in the flavor of Diana's skin. Instead, she forges on and reaches awkwardly behind Diana to unhook her bra. Diana silently helps by arching her back – and darn it if the motion isn't sexy as all heck – and allowing Akko to untangle it from her arms and hair, and then the bra is gone and Diana is half naked and Akko feels a fresh rush of heat in her center as it finally occurs to her this was going to happen. This is actually going to happen.
Wowzers.
Akko's eyes glide down the smooth plane of Diana's stomach to the curve of her hips, and back up again to linger on her breasts. She feels her mouth pinch at the fact that Diana is better-endowed that her – and, really, this shouldn't be a surprise to her, but it stings anyway – but with the knowledge that she was here, alone with Diana, and she was letting her see her like this, half-naked and just as perfect in a skirt and nothing else, it more than made up for it.
"You're so pretty…" Akko asks, trailing her fingertips over her stomach gently. She grinned at the girl's sharp intake of air as her nails skimmed the bottom of her breasts, and then back down teasingly. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Occasionally," Diana says dryly with a roll of her eyes.
"It's so unfair," Akko pouts as her fingers traced random shapes on the skin of Diana's belly. "Pretty, modest, and perfect. It's no wonder you're a real witch. I hated that about you."
"You say that," Diana says, "But you still watch me during class."
Akko juts out her lower lip petulantly. "I wasn't trying to look. You were just sitting there and I happened to look over."
"You were staring." Diana insists. "It was embarrassing. Everyone in class noticed."
Akko huffs, and leans forward to press a finger to Diana's lips.
"Okay, that's enough of that."
The corners of Diana's lips curl up again, and it surprises Akko that the girl could actually smile.
"It's about time."
The declaration settles in Akko's stomach like a warm drink, and she grins widely. She leans down and kisses Diana deeply. She doesn't linger long, as barely a moment later she travels down, sliding her tongue down the thin column of Diana's throat. She arches her back and thrusts her hips up against her, deliciously hot friction against Akko's thighs.
"God, Diana," Akko groans against Diana's neck. She drops her face to rest against her collarbone and inhales deeply. Holy moly she even smells good!
Diana's reply is a breathless murmur against Akko's hair, and she wordlessly grips Akko's wrist to guide it down her body to exactly where she wants it. And just like that, Akko's hand slips down the front of her skirt. Her fingers dip a little lower, the feeling of silk underwear underneath her fingertips and she gasps when she feels how wet Diana is.
"You want me," she whispers, feeling just the slightest bit self-conscious. She had no idea that Diana may have been attracted to her before now – the girl always seemed so unattainable and aloof – and actually felt nervous now that she had proof… well, at the tips of her fingers, for lack of a better term.
"I want you," Diana confirms, her voice weak and raspy.
"I never knew."
Diana nods and cants her hips up off the bed, her tongue flicks out to sweep across her lips in a clear sign that even Akko understands. She exhales shakily, working desperately to tug Diana's skirt down her hips and legs. It seems to take ages and she giggles nervously when it gets stuck on her ankles and there's a mildly awkward struggle to clear her feet. She eventually succeeds in ridding Diana of her skirt and underwear in one fell swoop and tosses both articles across the room.
"Akko," Diana says, propping herself up on her elbows. Her sharp blue eyes are filled with need – a hunger that Akko had never seen in them before – and it sends a powerful tremor through her belly.
Akko leans in close, pushing at Diana's knees gently and her heart is pounding even as Diana's legs spread so willingly, and the way her face is so flushed just makes Akko all the more lightheaded.
Before she even realizes it, Akko dips her fingers even lower, tracing them over Diana's slick entrance.
"Oh, Akko," Diana sighs from above her, and Akko moves up to press her lips against hers.
"Tell me what you want," Akko murmurs against Diana's lips, mainly because she can only guess the best way to do this. It wasn't as though she had experience with kind of thing. Daydreaming and fantasizing can only get you so far, after all.
"I want – I want," Diana breathes, her words broken and fluttery, mainly because Akko is gently teasing at her lower lips with every breath she takes. "I want you, in me."
She moans aloud as Akko slips a single finger inside her and then out again, slowly.
"Like this?" Akko asks, unsure.
Diana nods quickly. "Again. Yes."
It's two fingers this time, just slow and torturous enough that Diana actually whimpers, and the sound is enough for Akko to shudder in response.
"God, you're so wet," Akko breathes, pressing her fingers into wet heat so softly, yet so insistently that she is sure she would be chomping at the bit if she were in Diana's place.
Diana closes her eyes as Akko's fingers enter her again, sinking in slowly and deeply.
"Akko," Diana gasps out, her eyes pinched shut as if in pain. "Please, don't tease me. I need it."
And that is all Akko needs to finally give her what she wants; a fast pace that makes her breath catch in her throat and her kisses rough – sloppy. Diana's legs lift and curl around Akko's waist, pulling her close so their skin slides smoothly together.
Akko goes into Diana harder and faster at her wordless urging, and she's so wet that all Akko wants to do is taste her, to take her into her mouth and just drink like she was dying of thirst, but she also wants to kiss her, to watch her face and her eyes and her lips as she comes. She wants to bite her neck, her teeth digging in and leaving dark red marks – proof that she was here, that Diana was hers and no one else's.
"Akko," Diana gasps, her legs clenching around Akko's body and her fingers digging into her shoulders. "Oh, Akko, I –"
Akko's hand keeps moving even as she slithers down her body, trailing wet kisses and soft bites over hot skin, her mouth over her breasts and her teeth over her nipples, and Diana was making the most deliciously obscene noises now, so much louder and lewder that Akko ever thought possible of the usually calm, reserved girl.
Diana groans aloud as Akko speeds up, and it's only a moment later when the girl's whole body starts to tremble, and Diana's fingers dig almost painfully into Akko's shoulders and she grinds her hips roughly against her hand and Akko has never seen anything as beautiful as that very moment, or heard anything as magical as the sound of Diana's voice as she arching her back and her legs clutching Akko to her, as she calls out Akko's name as she finally comes apart in Akko hands and around her fingers.
Diana breathes deeply for a few long moments and Akko untangles herself from her legs, sitting up to look at her. She's so flushed and her hair is askew and her cheeks are beet red. But truthfully? Akko thinks she's never looked better. They should totally do this more often.
The idea makes her giggle aloud, and Diana frowns at her.
"What?" She asks, drawing her legs up to curl up on the bed. "Did I… do something wrong?"
"No," Akko says, leaning forward and placing a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder. "You did awesome. Or, maybe I did? Hard to say, really."
Diana blinks a couple times, and lets out a deep breath. "You're so strange," she says, shaking her head. "It was… Good – really, really good."
"Really?" Akko presses, her confidence bolstered by the news. "Like, seriously?"
Diana looks at her, her blue eyes so pretty and warm and the way she looks at Akko makes her feel all exposed and vulnerable, more so because after what they just did. She reaches out and pulls Akko forward, kissing her, and this time its noticeably more gentle, so oddly sweet that Akko can't help but reciprocate, because duh. Diana's mouth is soft on hers and she shivers when the girl's lips travel down to her neck and she is reminded of the ache between her legs, growing steadily more insistent now that the afterglow of Diana's own orgasm receded.
"H-hey," Akko mutters, nudging at Diana's shoulder to get her attention. "If you do that, I'll…" she trails off, shifting her hips a little to make her point obvious.
"That's the idea," Diana replies, trailing her fingers down Akko's arm to her waist. "Switch places with me."
There's a confidence in Diana's voice – the tone she always takes when she knows exactly what she wants and how to get it – that makes Akko obey silently. She shifts uncomfortably so she is sitting on the bed with her legs over the side. Diana pushes herself up to her feet, and she's completely naked and still glistening with sweat and it makes Akko even more uncomfortably wet that all she can do is sit there, shifting awkwardly as Diana stares at her.
"Um," she mumbles softly. "Now what?"
Diana smiles and wordlessly sinks to her knees.
She reaches out and tugs at Akko's skirt, pulling it and her panties down her legs. Akko helps by hoisting herself up on her hands and trembles as Diana gently kisses the inside of her thigh.
Akko looks down, and she swallows at the sight of Diana Cavendish, on her knees in front of her, her nose trailing along the skin of her legs up into her thighs. She leans forward and kisses her again, this time dragging her teeth along the sensitive skin, and Akko whimpers in frustration.
"Diana," she says, reaching forward to push her fingers through that soft, golden hair.
Diana looks up at her from underneath golden eyelashes. "Yes, Akko?"
Akko takes a shaky breath and jerks her head from side to side, unable to speak. She likes this though – the way Diana bosses her around like that. It is actually, when put into perspective and not school-related, pretty darn hot.
"Come on," Akko whimpers impatiently. "Please…"
Diana arches an elegant eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. Akko huffs desperately and thinks of something – anything to make Diana just get a move on – but she freezes and the most pathetic sound of her life leaks from her throat when she feels Diana's tongue slides up her thigh, and then inside her. Her legs lock up and if feels so good that all Akko can do is whimper in response.
Her eyes flit down to see Diana, on her knees, her eyes shut serenely as she flicked her tongue out to taste Akko, drawing circles over her wet folds and probing inside of her in a way that makes her entire body tremble. It's only as an afterthought that Akko reaches out with her hands to bury themselves in Diana's hair, nails digging into her scalp to try to stay grounded.
It doesn't work, and Akko collapses on the bed and can do nothing except spread open for Diana, who scrambles up to her to continue her wonderful, masterful job at pleasing her. She replaces her tongue with her fingers and climbs up on the bed after Akko, pushing her down flat on the bed and sliding between her legs. Diana immediately claims her lips with a heavy, wet kiss, and Akko moans into her mouth as Diana goes harder – using two fingers now, as she had – and biting on her bottom lip.
Oh god, Akko can only think. She was so close, so very close. Just a few more—
Diana suddenly stops, and Akko scrambles up on her elbows to blink up at her.
"What," she bleats. "Diana, why are you—"
"Tell me why you were staring at me." Diana says, her fingers poised over Akko's sopping entrance.
"Wha—you know," Akko whines, canting her hips forward in search of Diana's fingers. She just pulls away again.
"I want to hear you say it."
Akko whimpers and her chest heaves, she thrashes her head from side to side because she is so turned on and wants to come now and she can't stand it anymore; she'll say whatever it takes to get off now.
"Because I wanted you!" she finally hisses, glaring at Diana from beneath her. The girl's cool blue eyes regard her, clean and focused. "I wanted you since I first saw you. You were so pretty and perfect and so fucking hot that I wanted you since day one! I was never brave enough to tell you!"
Diana shuts her eyes, letting out a deep breath. When she opens them again, they were warm, and her lips stretch into a smile.
"That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear from you."
And then her mouth is on Akko's again and it's all she can do to not explode from inside out as Diana moans into her mouth. Diana's fingers slide inside Akko again, pace furious and determined, and Akko's gasping for breath that just won't come, and all she can hear are their mixed groans and the lewd, wet sounds of Diana's tongue and her fingers plunging into her and it all is so… naughty, that all Akko can think of is how amazing everything is, and how good Diana is.
Akko whimpers Diana's name as the edges of her vision starts to blur. Her entire body tenses and she moans and finally, like the snapping of a violin string, she comes, harder than she even had by herself, and it's all so perfect that she never wants this feeling to end.
Seconds, or minutes later, Akko exhales as she melts against the bed, her breath hiccupping in her chest. Diana trails kisses down her chin to her neck, to her thighs and right back up again. After a moment she sits up, moving along the bed to cross her legs and watch Akko as she gathers herself.
"Whoa," is all she can say. Because damn.
Diana blinks slowly. "Yes."
"That was… unexpected? But good." Akko's breath puffs out in a laugh. "So, so good."
"I know." Diana says again, and Akko laughs.
She wonders for a moment if this is the part where regret, or guilt, is supposed to happen. Akko mostly just feels relaxed and immensely satisfied, like some kind of thick, syrupy something that had been between the two of them had just, sort of suddenly evaporated.
Everything feels… lighter. Softer.
She breathes out and shivers, still getting the aftershocks from her orgasm. Diana is watching her speculatively, clearly thinking too much about something. Akko rolls her eyes tiredly and rolls over, pushing herself up and grinning.
"Woo. Little dizzy there" she chuckles. "You doin' okay? You look kinda… wonky."
Diana nods and smiles. "Yes, I'm just… at a loss for words," she chuckles dryly. "That doesn't happen often."
"Yeah, I'll bet." Akko stretches her arms above her head, mewling contently. She almost laughs as Diana's eyes travel over her body at the action. "But, I mean, can you even believe how good that was? You liked it, right? Everything was… okay?"
Diana blushes lightly and fingers some of her hair around her finger.
"That's obvious, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I mean, totally. I thought so, anyway. But I thought I would, you know check… to make sure."
Diana smiles, and Akko feels relieved that – apparently – she did something right this time. Maybe there was hope for her yet.
"It was good," Diana agrees, and then sighs heavily. "But we have to clean up soon or we'll be late for class.
Akko's smile drops right off of her face. "Oh, man. You really know how to kill the mood, don't you?"
Diana shrugs elegantly – even naked and still flushed a light pink from the afterglow of their lovemaking, she still looked amazing. "The feelings I have for you have no basis for sticking to the rules of attending class." She folds her arms over her chest defiantly, her face in an adorable pout.
Akko feels like squealing and hugging the girl, but she was right – her cuteness notwithstanding.
"Right, okay then. In that case, lets—" she pauses, Diana's words suddenly hitting home. "Wait… what feelings?"
Diana's cheek flush and she turns away, looking determinately at a random spot on the wall. "N-nothing. Nothing at all."
"Nothing?" Akko grins widely, showing teeth. "Or something?"
Refusing to speak, her blush doing more than words can do, Diana swiftly climbs to her feet, snatching up pieces of her uniform that had been scattered through the room. Akko joins her, and in moments the witches are dressed, their hair smoothed, and their grins smothered.
"Shall we?" Akko asks, holding her arm out in clear invitation. Her smile falters slightly when Diana gives her a look and she suddenly thinks maybe she's gone too far because of course this was just a one-time thing. Because why on Earth would Diana actually like her? She's not a real witch and she's just a spaz who—
The feeling of Diana's arm slipping through the crook of her elbow tingles right down to her toes, and Akko's grin returns.
"Let's go, then," Diana says, her smile soft and endearing. "And try to pay attention from now on. You won't be a real witch if you spend classes daydreaming all the time."
Akko rolls her eyes theatrically. The girl can say all she wants about it, but gosh darn it if she hadn't given Akko a whole new level of distraction during classes.
"If you say so, Diana…" she mutters as they exit the room. "If you say so."
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The End
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.
As I've said before, this is the prequel to Bewitching Diana Cavendish. That story picks up after our favorite witches graduate Luna Nova, and rekindle their relationship years later. With sexy results. Muahahaha.
Anyhoo, see you all on the next fic!
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