You had taken Agatha to your little cabin in the forest, it was small and pretty boring on the outside. You smirked when you saw the witch's face.
"Disappointed, little bird?" you asked and she blushed.
"No, no, it's just...i thought vampires lived in bigger houses, that's all" she said, avoiding your eyes.
"Only those who like to show off" you laughed and walked to the door "Besides, you should never judge a book by the cover, birdie" you said and opened the door, letting her in first.
Agatha's blush deepened at the action but didn't say anything as she entered the house. You followed her and closed the door behind you, leaving the place completely in darkness. You felt her gasping.
"Y/N?" she whispered but you didn't answer
Agatha was nervous, feeling like she made the biggest mistake ever. Maybe she did. Why would she trust in a vampire of all creatures? Even if it was a cute one.
"She's not cute!" she thought, conjuring a purple flame on her palm.
She looked around and wasn't impressed by the room. It was just too simple. A pair of chairs, a wooden table, a fireplace that she doubted you ever used and two doors that she assumed were the kitchen and the bedroom. Yeah, it was totally different from what she thought your house would be. Nothing impressive.
"Very different from the owner" her mind whispered and she frowned. You were not impressive!
"She's a vampiress! Of course she is. And also beautiful"
She growled, cursing her mind and trying to convince herself she was just confused because you helped her. That was all.
You watched from a dark corner as Agatha walked around the house. She was too close to the-
Agatha gasped and screamed when she felt the floor under her feet disappearing. She fell into a hole and huffed when her body hit the floor. She could hear you laughing from somewhere behind her. She heard your steps and suddenly a hand appeared in front of her.
You helped her to her feet and wrapped an arm around her, feeling her shivering at your touch.
"Welcome to my real home, little bird" you said and flicked your wrist, making all the candles to light up.
Agatha gasped when she looked around. It was an underground basement. A huge one.
There were huge bookcases, ranging from floor to ceiling, a large dining room, with velvet-covered chairs. A chandelier hung in the center and the fireplace (large and warm, unlike the other) invited her to sit in one of the armchairs in front of her, perhaps even on the huge carpet. And this was just what she could see.
"Close your mouth, honey, or the spiders will get into it" you smirked and Agatha blushed.
Your arm was still around her and you were enjoying the warmth of her body, so you kept it there as you guided her through the place.
You offered her some bread and milk, making her arch an eyebrow. You giggled and told her that vampires could eat food too, you just needed to drink blood at least once a week. But you already had dinner (you saw her tense at that. Your dinner was her mother, after all) so you let her eat the food you had.
Agatha was confused and a little alarmed. She hadn't known you for more than a few hours and she already felt safer with you than she ever did with her coven. It didn't make sense at all.
When she finished her dinner, she asked you if she could wash herself before going to bed. You guided her to the bathroom and gave her one or your nightgowns. When she arched an eyebrow at the short garment, you assured her all of them were like that. She hesitantly nodded and took it from your hand, quickly closing the door behind her.
You weren't lying, almost all your nightgowns were short and thin. After all, you lived underground, it was always hot there. That the little witch was beautiful and had a figure to show off was just a bonus.
After a few moments, Agatha came out of the bathroom, pulling on the nightgown to try to cover her legs a bit more. She was flushed from her collarbone to her cheeks. With her arms hugging her dress against her chest. It was a beautiful sight. You shamelessly let your eyes wander over her body, but before they could go to Agatha's legs, your mind reminded you of a little problem.
"Oh oh" you whispered.
The witch felt all her body burning under your gaze. Part of her mind wanted to tell you to stop. She wanted to be in charge again, to prove to you that she was not a little girl and that could (and will) kill you if necessary. But the bigger part of her couldn't help but be trapped under your spell. Your e/c eyes on her body made her feel beautiful. You looked at her as if she was the greatest treasure you could find. It was a new feeling for her. And she was loving it.
She frowned when she heard you whispering and you turned your head to look at a nearby door. She already missed your gaze on her.
"Dove, i think we have a problem here" you finally said after a moment.
"What?" she asked, cautiously.
"Do you know any spawn spell?" you asked
Agatha frowned in confusion but shook her head. She didn't get to learn that yet. You sighed. That's the answer you were afraid of.
"Why?" she asked and you walked to her. You actually didn't have a problem with the current situation, but maybe she would.
"Doesn't mean I can't enjoy telling her". You thought.
Agatha was already blushing because of the short nightgown, the way your eyes were filled with lust, your voice, your smell, your simple presence. Everything about you made her blush and feel like a little girl. But her entire body was set on fire when you approached her and put your hands on her waist.
When you did it earlier, her dress helped her a little. She found the touch warming, of course, but it was nothing compared with this. The thin fabric didn't hide the warm of your hands, as if you were touching her bare skin. And the way your lips slightly touched her ear when you got closer to whisper. It was too much for her. It wasn't enough either.
You felt the other woman tensing in your arms.
Agatha didn't know if it was a miracle or a curse when you finally told her what the problem was.
"I only have one bed".
