International week had been quite an experience. Hecate had enjoyed the music. Languages were their own kind of magic, so weighty with meaning and intent with each lilt and dip in tone, enhanced by the winding melodies. Linguistics were something she could highly respect. She was a little more wary of the food but she couldn't fault the offerings. Their resident cook could learn a few lessons, she thought, archly. Ms Tapioca's speciality involved porridge an awful lot of the time. Hecate thought foreign literature could be quite alarming but she did manage to find a few passages she could appreciate. What she had not enjoyed was the raucous wailings and vulgar dancing from Dimity Drill and Ms Tapioca. The alcohol on offer was strictly after 9pm every night and Ada had had to soundproof the staffroom as they got merry on all sorts of foreign drinks. Even the lemonade was potent and very very sweet. Hecate nibbled on a pistachio macaron, pleasingly pretty and gratifyingly light, her experience ruined by Dimity bellowing out vulgar sounding words in Italian, to the background noise of tipsy cackling. Hecate refrained from any sort of response that could break up the merry gathering but cringed internally.

'Have you enjoyed the week?' Ada enquired as they got ready for bed.

'I am glad to get back to normal. But a few things took my interest.'

Hecate listed a long and precise catalogue of what she had enjoyed starting from most to least. Ada listened fondly as she selected her nightgown and got into bed. She could listen to Hecate reading the yellow pages, just as long as she could listen to her voice. She had saved some macarons but tonight was not the time for them. Despite her protestations that she had enjoyed the week, Hecate was looking distinctly stiff in the neck and shoulders. She needed some relaxation. Ada was an expert in that.

'Any of these things to be considered to add to the school curriculum?'

Hecate looked stern.

'I don't think the other languages will help the students on this level, harmonious as they are. And I draw the line at teaching instruments in music class. Miss Bat would just not cope.'

'No, I suppose not' Ada mused. 'I don't suppose we could persuade Ms Tapioca to try cooking a more varied menu without us having to order in pizza.'

Hecate shuddered.

'One could only imagine how she'd mangle those ingredients.'

Hecate was not a fan of ordering in pizza. But sometimes it was the lesser of two evils. The other evil being Ms Tapioca's porridge cutlets.

'I'll run you a bath. Let's forget about that.'

'I think it will take longer than my patience will allow.'

Ada thought about the alternative. She liked it.

'I have a present for us.'

'Not one of those radically smutty texts, I trust?' Asked Hecate in half jest. She was never sure what tricks her wife had up her sleeve.

'No chance. There are only so far my language skills can be correctly employed. It will be quicker and more effective than that.'

Ada pulled herself up and reached across to the side table. Hecate opened her eyes and turned her head to see a small triangular blue box. Ada leaned back down to show her. Invited her to open it. Hecate rolled over, inspected the box. She couldn't think of what it might be. It wasn't a macaron, she was sure of that. Hecate thought that consuming food in bed was vulgar and Ada had to agree. For a different reason of course. It was just inconvenient when you could eat your biscuits on a china saucer with a cup of tea in a civilised manner instead.

Ada slid herself back on top, kissing Hecate's shoulders and moving up to her neck and face. Hecate emitted a low groan as that warm tingle spread through her, blushing her skin until it caught fire. She loved how special it made her feel. How Ada made her feel, coaxing thrills and sensations from her body like never before. She pulled on the red loop and opened the box, drawing out a small blunt cone shaped object. It was blue and felt soft. She turned it over and noted the tiny button near the base.

'It's a curious shape.'

'Designed after the Eiffel Tower in Paris.'

'What does it do?' She asked guilelessly.

Ada's low laugh vibrated in her ear, cloaking her skin with shivers. Her nipples hardened. She should feel used to it by now but she wasn't. It never stopped shocking her that Ada had such an effect on her body every time.

'That is what we will find out.'

So Ada was extending international week into extracurricular activities. Hecate dropped her head to the pillow and smiled secretively. The smile that was only for Ada. She could feel the anticipation fluttering through her, winding down to her navel, pooling deep down into her cunt.

The first buzz rocked her slightly and she gasped, still not being used to the motion. It was slow and ticklish and made her flutter inside. It felt good as Ada massaged her in tight circles against her skin. She groaned softly, started to feel the stress melt away. The vibrator felt smooth as silk, cool to the touch. Ada murmured something in French and it sounded seductive but Hecate was beyond listening. She concentrated on the tremble of pleasure rocking against her. She pressed her hips down, face still buried in the pillow and groaned louder. The instrument was warming up now and soon another click jolted her out of her half stupor. Faster and harder it buzzed and she was surprised to find herself responding, getting wetter, muscles aching as she rutted against it, her groans getting more ferocious. She could feel Ada running her nails lightly down her back with the other hand, making her writhe in agonised pleasure.

'I think you can handle a little bit more' purred Ada. She knew how to play it. Hecate didn't even bother to protest as her mind went blank with one more click of the button slamming her into overdrive and it didn't take long for her to climax harder than she had done in a long while.

She slumped forward against the pillows and slowly rolled over, panting with satisfaction, feeling so much better. She thrummed with joy. Pleasured exhaustion was sweet. Another kiss from Ada and she felt herself being tucked in. She growled in approval, eyes already closed. It had been a long week and Hecate had really needed that.

Ada always knew how to make her feel better.