Forbidden Habit

Chapter 13

Everything was wrong. 

The woman was on the edge. She couldn't think, she couldn't talk, she couldn't dance, she couldn't even sleep at night. The decision of taking over Ms. Evan's lessons was the worst idea she ever had. 

The thing she was afraid of, kept happening again and again. She needed to get as far away from Luna as she could. She needed to stop the lessons, she needed to stop dancing with her, she needed to stop thinking about her, she needed to stop having feelings.

However, she didn't want to.

She loathed the idea of leaving her, of seeing her dance with someone else. She wanted to dance with her, to keep her in her arms, to have her close, to touch her. She wanted to be able to look her in the eyes without fearing she would see the true feelings she had for her, without fearing anyone else could see the fire forming in her eyes when she had her eyes on her, or worse when she was searching Luna's for the answers she refused to give. 

However, the situation they were in was out of the woman's control. She felt like she was drowning with her own lust, her own desire. If the sea was enough to make her drown, Luna's eyes were capable of sinking the whole boat.

They danced, body to body, face to face, touch to touch. They were so close but so far away. Luna thought that they were just dancing, like everyone else in that room, but the taller one felt so much more. Or that's what the woman thought.

She felt like they were the only ones in there, like Luna was only hers and the soft music playing in the background was their safe heaven, their dreamy fairytale. She had feelings for Luna, she had real feelings for her.

She felt the same way every time she would wrap her arms around the little woman. But her sweet moment would always get disturbed by that little thing that ached to turn their emotional and pure touch into sexual interaction. 

She put all of her strength to stop her mind from entering mazes it wouldn't be able to escape. But just as Adam, the libertine and pure son of God, wasn't able to hold his needs back and resist his inner instincts, so the woman fell with her face in the Demon's pit. All of her efforts to stop what her body was trying to do fell on deaf ears. Looking and feeling the coveted woman in her arms woke up thoughts and needs she didn't intend to let out. 

Every time...

Every fucking time they broke apart from each other's embrace, she would be on a red alert. Not even her loose joggers were able to hide her little self. She would run to the toilet and wait until everything was clear enough on her head. She always just waited, not even once daring to think of any other option. The only good thing is that she kept seeing Mr. Brad, the disgust would make her forget the girl.

It was a test. Someone wanted to try her strength, there isn't any other explanation. They wanted to test her limits. And guess what, she was on the edge of collapse. 

Thursday night was the last straw. She couldn't sleep, her bed felt too empty. Her thoughts kept returning on the girl. In a moment of loneliness, her mind traveled to another level. It left the reality and jumped into her fantasies. Sweet little innocent stories kept escaping the woman's mind like bubbles, temporarily diffusing on her dark room. After half an hour of making scenarios with the girl and smiling to herself, she broke out of her thoughts and shook her head, sharp sadness crawled on her heart that everything was just in her imagination.

Only when she looked down did she realize what her thoughts had been doing on her body all that time. She liked to sleep on her underwear because clothes did nothing but bother her. She saw the bulge on her boxers nearly waving at her. She groaned and grabbed a pillow before pressing it on her face. She screamed loud until she felt that she hadn't enough energy to open her mouth.