Farah Dowling WRITOBER 2O22

Forget the maps... follow your instincts [INTO MY ARMS #4]

"I can't" Farah whispered against your lips, her eyes closed. "I should go..."

"All right" you said, kissing her again. "Just five minutes."

Your tongue was in her mouth, she was sucking it and holding you as if you were all that mattered in the whole universe, and yet you could hear in her small suffering moans that she still had reservations. She pulled away with a strangled moan.

"What about the boy?"

"What boy?" you asked, out of breath, unable to think straight.

"Your date, at the party. He wouldn't-"

"We are not together" you blurted out, already staring at her lips again. "It was a setup. He won't miss me" you assured her, giving in and kissing her once more.

When you parted to breath, her fingertips, as if possessing a will of their own, delicately started tracing one of your eyebrows. "But with all I've done to you-"

"It's forgiven" you stated, searching for her eyes.

She breathed in and leaned her forehead against yours, her right hand cupping your face.

"You'd throw your life away if I allowed this, angel. You are so young, so innocent... you have your whole life in front of you. I don't. I can't let you risk it all for me."

"There's nothing to allow, Farah" you said matter-of-factly. "These last few weeks I hoped I could grow out of... caring for you. I hoped what I feel could vanish after some time. But it wouldn't... it won't go away. It's not like you have the power to erase what I feel for you."

"I am the most accomplished mind fairy alive" she muttered. "I could try."

"Would you do that to me? Take away my memories? My freedom?"

"No" she admitted quietly. "No. But even so... you are still my student, you..."

"Doesn't a student have the right to a private life? I choose to be here - after school, after classes, with you."

"Yes" she said hoarsely, "but I am your Headmistress, your professor. Wanting you as I do means only that I have strayed from the right path. I am doomed" she added, inconsequentially looking at you like you were the answer to all her prayers. "I can't even see where the right path is anymore. I have lost all the maps. All I can see is you."

"Forget the maps" you murmured, lowering your head to lick gently at the soft skin of her neck. She sighed and her head fell backwards to give your better access. "Just follow your instincts."

You bit her and she groaned, defeated.

"Tell me that I am yours. Claim me, Farah" you begged.

With a frustrated cry she pushed you back against the door and held your hands over your head, pressing her body against yours. "Yes, you're mine" she growled, her right knee between your legs already making you squirm. "Mine!"

"Good" you breathed, fighting to stay sane a moment longer. "And now that I am yours" you added "you can't push me away."

She kissed you hard, her lips crushing against yours, her tongue invading your mouth without holding back. She was ravishing you with the same impetus she had had the night she had thought you had been there payed to fuck her.

Her eyes lighted up and next second your dress and lingerie had disappeared, rematerializing a moment later on the piano. "I might be damned for it" she said, possessively biting your neck before sliding down towards your breasts. "But I never wanted to push you away. That night" she continued, taking one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking hard and then releasing it loudly, "I wanted to stay and see you wake up next to me."