Musical inspiration: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' – Nancy Sinatra
"Mh... Zee... You know how to put these piano fingers to good use...", Lilith hummed, combing through Zelda's hair with her fingers, the ginger head resting on her bare upper abdomen.
Zelda turned to press a small kiss on the creamy skin underneath her that was still moving from Lilith's pounding heartbeat. Her face fit so well against the brunette's body; the slight curve of her rib cage and her own round cheek.
"Lily? Can I ask you something?"
"'Course my love."
"Since I've been feeling... better...thanks to Marie's rituals... I've been wondering if we could give going back to our old ways a shot, if you know what I mean?"
"Old ways? You mean you want to ravish me on the sitting room table again?", Lilith teased, raising her eyebrow which Zelda could not see in her position.
"Not necessarily, considering how that worked out for us last time... I just mean spicing things up a little, get it on in a fierier way. You know I'm not so much for the cheesy slow stuff."
"Damn well I know what a dirty little bitch you are", she said, poking Zelda's side playfully.
"Oh, shut up!" Zelda swatted her thigh in affectionate complaint, chuckling throatily, and Lilith wrapped her arm around Zelda tighter. It meant everything to Lilith they had found their lightness again – but that was about to change.
"So, what exactly do you have in mind when you say 'fierier'?"
"Well, Hilda took my whip away some time ago when I had no powers and I never bothered to conjure a new one... But I think I still've got a riding crop somewhere..."
Lilith stayed silent and stopped playing with her witch's hair. "Zee, you're joking, right?" Her tone was dead serious, causing Zelda to wonder what the matter was.
"No, why?"
"Fuck, Zee, the scars on your back are barely fading and you already want to inflict new ones on yourself?"
"It's not like that! And also, the concept is that I don't do it myself...", Zelda added sharply, shifting her head to look at her girlfriend.
"Yeah, because that makes it so much better; you wanting me to fuel your self-destructiveness. What if it kickstarts the urge again?"
Zelda rolled her eyes; sometimes Lilith's protectiveness of her was a right pain. "Poppycock. I haven't done it in forever and I'm way too busy these days to even think about it."
"Sure", Lilith growled sarcastically, "Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?"
Zelda returned to her former position in defeat, not interested in causing drama, and went quiet. Lilith noticed her witch was disappointed, but she could not help herself. It did not sit right with her, despite being a demon who usually revelled in other people's pain – but not with Zelda.
"I don't want to fight", the ginger whispered softly, which made Lilith pick up caressing Zelda's head again.
"It's okay", Lilith assured her.
Zelda drew lazy circles around her belly button, watching it rise and sink with every breath the demoness took as the tension between them slowly subsided again. It was a weekend morning, a few days after they had revealed their relationship to the family, and they still had not talked it through with them. Whenever Lilith was spotted at the mortuary, she received distrustful and disapproving glances from Ambrose and insecure one's from Hilda. It saddened Zelda that nobody had a problem with Marie being around frequently, but Lilith was only met with hostility.
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Whispers at Witching Hour
Fanfiction-COMPLETED- Lying, deceiving, loving and leaving. Zelda and Mary met at the wrong time and apparently in the wrong lives. Still, they can't seem to keep apart and find themselves in the messiest relationship of all realms. Can they make it work desp...
