𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | charlize theron

lady lesso; dare

Something that had started out as a harmless dare from my roommates not turned into a serious problem as the dean of the school stared down at me with her piercing sapphire eyes. She lifts her wrist - or rather our wrists, to glare unamused at the pair of handcuffs I clasped onto her as we passed one another in the hallway.

"What about this, Miss L/N, do you find comical?" She hisses, the sound of her voice echoing down the eerie  hallway and the light from the sconce nearest to us flickering out; engulfing us in darkness. I keep my mouth shut and hope the stone will crack open and swallow me whole. "Just because I cannot see you does not give you the right to remain silent Y/N." 

"Nothing, Lady Lesso." I swallow, reaching for the silver key in my pocket and attempt to unlock the bindings I so stupidly put on her. Unfortunately, her hand grips my wrist harshly causing me to flinch. "Fuck!" I whisper, as it falls from my grip, landing somewhat soundlessly on the hard floor to my dismay. 

"Y/N L/N, using profanities now are we? Your behaviour is not up to my standards." I feel her breath on my ear, as if she leant down to whisper to me. I swallow and stumble backwards, the movement tugging on the metal enclosing my wrist agonisingly. She laughs and the pain doesn't subside as she starts to drag my body (which may as well be dead weight from the way my knees are about to give out) towards the nearest light. I attempt to protest but she shoots me a glare, sensual voice reaching my ears yet again. "Maybe you need to experience the Doom Room to teach you a good lesson." 

She spins to face me, rich candle light cascading down her face and igniting her red hair. I struggle to concentrate on her words, eyes wandering over her face and fighting to not wander her body also. She stops her scolding and looks at me incredulously, "Something distracting you L/N?" Her words finally catching my attention as my eyes drift to her lips. My eyes meet hers alarmed and she smirks.

"Miss, Madam. I- I uh." I stumble, face heating furiously and presumably reddening more than it already was. Her eyes glimmer, the blue colour complimented by the golden warmth next to us. 

"Now that I think about it , I realise you'd enjoy the Doom Room a little too much." She murmurs, looking me up and down with a smirk and starting to close the distance between us. "Wouldn't you?" She whispers, face on the same level as mine, the scent of femme fatale completely consuming my senses. I remain quiet as her gaze flickers frequently from my eyes to my lips. The moment is almost erotic and I shiver under her scrutiny. 

She swiftly returns to her normal self, raising our joined wrists, the metal shining luxuriously in the candle light. "Now, I need you to unbind us, as much as this has been entertaining, so I can continue with my work." She explains as if the mountain of paperwork adorning her desk is in dire need of assistance. As if she really wants to spend her time individually reading each and every sheet of parchment left by Professor Dovey and her obnoxious team of fairies. 

"I may have dropped the key when we were in the darkness." I explain, scared of the foreshadowed rage I will experience next. Instead she sighs and picks up a bronze candelabra from the dark oak table, lighting various sized candles with just the fingertips of our joined hand. I watch in awe of her talent and its precision, the heat from the flame dancing over my skin. I attempt to stretch my fingers further, to touch the light she created.

The warmth reaches my skin completely and I run my fingertips through the flame, skin remaining unmarked. The fire is moved away and I look up to see Lesso watching me, "As much as I would have liked to see the flames burn you, I unfortunately have to care for your wellbeing." She smirks, "I won't be so generous next time."

I avert my eyes as she leads me through the corridors, the nights inky chill settling on my skin like morning dew on grass. The cold night air engulfs me as we cross the bridge, candle light's warmth fighting for its life. I move closer to the dean, seeking at least a small amount of warmth, but stay far enough away to not offend her. She pays me no mind as we continue to the other school.

She practically glides through hallway after hallway, ascending the staircases unhappily as we search for the destination I am not aware existed. She stops in front of a dark oak door, hand painted with luxurious golden swirls and knocks twice.

The door opens to reveal Professor Dovey in denim overalls, hair tied in a messy bun and a paintbrush behind her ear. She looks surprised but Lesso simply raises our joined wrists with a straight face. I look away nervous under the glare of the two deans, who seem to be having a sort of telepathic conversation.

I'm dragged into the room, its walls are covered in hand painted murals, a fresh canvas set up in the corner of the room: paint still wet.

"Now then, what on earth happened here?" She inquires, finger starting to glow as she presses it to the first lock. Her doe brown eyes look up at the pair of us and she places the ignited candelabra on her coffee table.

"Yes Y/N, what happened?" Lady Lesso further pushes, her power play completely infuriating, crystal blue eyes roaming my face.

"A prank Professors. I apologize for the inconvenience it caused." I muse, smile working it's way onto my face. The gaze of the red head sharpens and the lock around her wrist snaps open. She extracts her hand as Dovey works her magic on the remaining one. I feel the dean standing close behind me. The metal clicks open and Dovey hands it over to her colleague, the candelabra handed back also.

"Well goodnight the both of you." She says, ushering is out of the room. Lesso walks beside me until I get to my doormitory, cold and frustrated.

"If it helps any, at least you have a new toy for the Doom Room." I say, pausing outside my door. She looks at me, eyebrow raised and smile on her lips. She lets out a quiet chuckle, admirably considerate of the sleeping students.

"Yes, I just need to get a key cut." She smiles, taking a step closer to me. The light dances across her face yet again and my eyes are drawn to her lips. Her finger pushes my chin up to meet her eyes, nail sharp on the soft skin "And you'll be the first I'll be using them on." She whispers, disappearing down the dark corridor.

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A/N: the Miss DeVil updates are slow rn so here's some lady lesso for y'all, especially you sheownsmyheart