Demi Imagines

Forbidden

Note: This is a bit of a weird old-fashioned one (also her hair is blonde in the pic but in the story it's black lol)

You have always liked her...

"I must be going now. Father is waiting for me," she says, standing up and smoothing her dress.
"Could you not stay for a while more?" you plead, looking up at her. You had been having tea on the porch together, as you usually do in the afternoon.
"I am terribly sorry, darling," she says, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. "I will bake some cookies and bring them tomorrow to make up for it," she tells you, giving you a smile. Her black hair is pulled back and tied with a blue bow that matches her dress, and a stray strand of hair falls onto her face. You reach forward, brushing it behind her ear gently. Her cheeks turn slightly pink, and you smile.
"That sounds lovely," you tell her, and she nods.
"I will speak with you tomorrow," she says, and you nod again.
"Have a nice evening," you tell her.
"You, too." She curtsies slightly before walking down the steps and onto the pathway.
You watch as she leaves, and you let out a little sigh. If only you could tell you how you feel.

One week later...

"And I said to him, 'you could not charm me if you tried—oh dear—'" she puts a hand over her mouth dramatically. "'Have you been trying, Charles? Oh I had not noticed. My apologies, darling.' I could have sworn his jaw was on the ground," Demetria laughs, and you chuckle.
"Let him down easily, did you?" you reply, and she covers your hand on the table with her hand as she laughs. You feel a spark run through you, and you resist the urge to take her hand in yours.
"Oh I certainly did," she says. "I would much rather be with you than with someone like that Charles."
You blink and look at her. "Rather be with me?"
"Oh you should know by now that I love you dearly, my darling. You are one of my best friends, after all," she replies, and your face falls.
"Of course," you respond, but she notices your disappointment.
"Is there something you are not telling me?" She takes your hand in both of hers, and you bite your lip.
"Nothing at all, Demetria."
"There is something."
"I am telling you, Demetria, there is nothing."
Her brown eyes narrow, and she studies your face. You blush slightly, unable to stay calm and collected under her intense gaze.
"It is forbidden," she suddenly whispers, her hands tightening around yours.
"What?"
"There cannot be such a thing," she says urgently.
"I do not know what you are talking about, Demetria, I—"
"You fancy me," she hisses, her voice low.
"Well of course—"
"In that way," she says, and you fall silent.
"How did you know?"
"It was practically written on your face, the way you were looking at me."
"What now, then?" you ask, praying she is not going to leave.
"Let us go inside, yes?"
You both get up and walk inside before placing your cups in the sink carefully.
"Come up to my room? We could speak there," you suggest, and she nods.
You go up to your room, closing the door behind you.
"You fancy me," she says, looking to you. "Like a man fancies a woman."
"Do not be old-fashioned. Mary and Vivian have been living together for years. You cannot think they are simply friends."
"I fancy you, too. That's the problem," she replies without missing a beat.
"You what."
"I fancy you, too," she repeats, stepping toward you.
"Why is there a problem, then?" you respond, your heart beating quickly.
"Because now I can't stop myself," she says in one breath before closing the gap between the two of you.
Her lips meet yours in a hot kiss, and it feels like nothing you have ever experienced in your entire life.
Before you know what is happening, she is pushing you down on the bed.
"Let me take off my dress," she breathes, pulling away before swiftly untying it and practically throwing it off. "I never wear corsets," she chuckles, and you raise an eyebrow.
"See, we're already untraditional," you reply as you stand up and pull off your dress as well.
You kiss her again, trailing your fingertips down her soft skin. She has the most voluptuous and beautiful figure, and you can't believe that you had not noticed until now. Although, with her wearing dresses all the time, you could not have seen her beautiful legs.
You fall onto the bed, and you untie the bow holding her hair back. Her dark hair cascades down her shoulders, and she laughs lightly against you.
"Let us run away together," you whisper, and she pulls away to look at your face.
She smiles as she replies, "I would love to."

A/N
Idek what that was
Did you notice how I never used contractions lol
Anyway
Do you guys prefer normal world things or weird ass shit like this?