The Love of a Thornbush

Sweet Tea - Chapter TwentyEight

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"Miss?"

The soft, quiet little rapping of knuckles on her bedroom door startled Narcissa from her fantasies.

The scrunched up piece of damp fabric in her hand burned a stamp of guilt onto her skin. Narcissa felt her heart stutter at the sound of such a sweet, innocent little darling calling out for her. Quickly, she opened the drawer in her nightstand and shoved the crumpled pair of panties into it.

"Yes, darling- come in!"

The door opened hesitantly, a soft foot padded inside. The young girl was beautiful, even if a little weary. Her eyes were clouded with sleep and a little watery. Her lower lip wobbled. Her expression was desperate.

"Oh sweetheart, what's wrong?"

The tears melted away the barrier and descended down her cheeks. Lip twitching like a little rabbits nose. Narcissa wasted no time in bundling the girl in her arms, feeling the sobs wreck her body in shudders and sniffles.

The young girl's body relaxed a quivering mess in Narcissa's embrace. She breathed in, allowing herself to taste the scent of the smaller woman. Orange blossom and lilac invaded her senses. Narcissa nearly felt her knees buckle, yet kept her composure.

This was more than she'd ever dreamed of, being so close to me was invigorating for her nerves. Narcissa stroked my hair, letting her eyes close. She took a shaky, startled breath. Finally, I was in her arms, just as I belonged. Atleast, to her mind.

"Hush, my girl. Everything's alright"

She rocked me side to side, holding my head to her shoulder. Narcissa hushed comforting words into my ear, letting me know that I was safe and protected with her. My tears were dried on her soft pyjamas.

"Tears won't do you any good, my love" she whispered, pushing back my hair so that she might kiss my forehead. I shuddered, suddenly cold. Narcissa's bedroom was freezing cold. I suppose my lace nightgown didn't help.

I huddled as close to the woman as I could, attempting to soak up her heat. The visions were still in my head. Her fingers prying me open, dipping inside and scraping her use from the bottom of my sex. Her whispers telling me I was a dirty slut. Andromeda's eyes, dark with desire, raked over my vulnerable body and took its needs personally.

Miss Narcissa slowly seated us on the edge of her bed, letting me shiver closer til I was practically sat on her knee. She ran her fingers in my hair. A small smile quirked on her lip, but she knew better than to show it. Never reveal all your cards at once, as her father used to say.

As if she'd telepathically summoned it, a house elf popped into the air. Quivering, holding a shaking cup of tea, it held out it's hands.

"The tea you requested, Miss"

It's small, weak voice squeaked like a dog's chew toy. Narcissa gave a curt nod and banished the creature.

"Drink up, sweetheart" the hot, steaming mug was at my lips before I could answer. My eyes met hers. The sweetened liquid slid down my throat with ease, leaving a burning on my tongue. Narcissa seemed eager for me to swallow as much of the tea as possible.

It was... Impossibly sweet. As if a whole bag of sugar had been dumped into the tea. The taste of strawberries and little bits of cream delighted my senses. I couldn't help the cheesy grin on my face as Narcissa pulled away the cup.

I was happy. Euphoria tingled in my nerves. I licked my lips, eager to ingest any remnants of the tea. Narcissa had a little smile.

I'd never noticed before just how... Regal, Narcissa was. Her face sculpted by the Gods, high cheekbones and lovely honeycomb eyes. Her fingers drummed on my spine as if playing a tune.

It was as if lenses had impaired my vision, or more... Changed it. Rose tinted glasses. She was so... Perfect. My lips parted, suddenly dry.

Her eyes held a deep sense of knowing. Narcissa watched my lips draw closer... Until they hesitated. Black curls tickled my skin as if her ghost leered over me. I wanted to be with my Mistress, yet now I didn't feel as strong a longing for her. My eyes flickered. Narcissa closed the distance.

Her lips were soft as silk, and sweet like custard. I tasted the salt of my own tears, and I assume so did she. Her hands, once holding my shoulders, moved to the back of my head and held me still.

Soft, gentle control leaked into the kiss. Narcissa guided me, kind little breaks made sure I could breath. Each time I gasped, she tickled a little giggle and pulled me in again. Emotions raged inside me.

Narcissa was so gentle and loving... But she wasn't my Mistress.

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