Farah Dowling WRITOBER 2O22

Be naked when I get home [WE SEE WHAT WE WANT #3]

Farah still had her head in her hands when she felt a new shift in the air.

She opened her eyes and looked up to find herself immersed in the couch scene again. You were there, in her office, spreaded on the leather cushion, your shirt open and your glorious breasts on display for her. You extended your arms and called her, asking her to-

She banished the vision once again.

Was this going to continue the whole night?

Logically speaking, the visions should not be able to reach her in her dreams; you were a light fairy, you were unconsciously manipulating lights to manifest images your subconscious created; but who knew what could happen? It was all speculation. And she wasn't even sure she would be able to sleep.

No, she had to solve the problem now.

She stood up, straightened her back and marched out of her office.

A few minutes later she was silently crossing the common room of your suite. She only had to search for your magical signature to know which room was yours. She got past the door and stepped close to the bed.

She looked at your sleeping form, noticing you hadn't bothered to change your clothes. You were hugging your pillow and looked troubled. Then you shifted in your sleep, as if reacting to her presence: you left the pillow and turned on your back, facing her just like you had done in the vision. Suddenly she thought coming here might not have been her brightest idea.

Pushing away the thought, she allowed herself a moment longer to stand over you and listen to your irregular breath. For an instant she felt the temptation to slip into your mind and discover if the vision you had sent was what you were dreaming. But she could never invade your thoughts like that – and also she had come to stop these dangerous incidents, not to sinfully indulge herself.

She sat on the bed, delicately grabbed your arm and shook you, calling your name and quietly asking you to wake up.

You moaned, then blinked a few times and smiled lazily at her.

She barely had time to register what was happening before you caressed her cheek.

"Why did you stop?" you asked, still half asleep.

Before Farah could let you know that this was not a dream you leaned forward and kissed her. Your tongue slid along her lips, and when she opened them to protest it curled into her mouth, sending sparks of electricity through her body.

Next second your fingers were buried in her hair and she was thinking that your lips tasted like the sweetest magic.

She could not remember a time when she had been more aroused. Right now she couldn't do anything but give in, her self-control forgotten.

Then you pulled back abruptly, eyes wide. It took Farah a moment to realize that you were staring at her in horror, apparently just noticing that this was, in fact, very real.

You quickly released her, and your mouth opened and closed wordlessly a few times while panic and lack of understanding fought for dominance in your eyes.

Farah couldn't think of anything to say, all her focus and discipline going into the strenuous effort of restraining herself and avoiding grabbing you and resuming the kissing.

She attempted to calm her racing heart without moving, while you were rubbing your flushed face. When you stopped and finally her unreadable eyes met yours you flinched.

"Headmistress" you choked out. "I'm so sorry! I... please forgive me... I didn't... I wasn't... I had no idea you were in my room, I-"

She raised a hand to stop you. For a crazy moment you thought she was about to put it on your lips.