The Romantic Art of Bitchcraft

Seven Minutes in Heaven

   "Today was so boring," Madison complained, sprawled across the entirety of the couch in the living room at Miss Robichaux's.
   It was the night before the girls of the Coven were to take the Seven Wonders. Cordelia had forbid them from leaving the house until she got back, and then she had left and gone who-knows-where. All the girls knew was that she had taken Misty with her, and they didn't expect the two to be back anytime soon.
   Queenie and Nan took the two sofas perched on either side of the couch, leaving Zoe to sit cross-legged on the fluffy rug in front of the movie star's throne.
   "What do you want us to do about it?" Queenie scoffed, regarding the overdramatic movie star, who was lazily twirling her finger in a circle that made a cigarette and her lighter dance around each other in the air above her head.
   Madison shrugged, letting the objects above her drop onto the fluffy rug directly at the feet of the blonde's roomate. "Zoe, pick a game."
   Zoe, caught completely off-guard, blurted out the first game that came to mind:
   "Duck, Duck, Goose?"
   Madison and Queenie turned in their seats and stared at her.
   "Are you not seventeen?" Madison questioned, sounding sincerely doubtful.
   "No offense, Zoe, but that game is for toddlers," Nan chimed in.
   "Well, what would you suggest?" Zoe mumbled, blushing from embarrasment.
   "Seven Minutes in Heaven!" Nan declared, a proud grin on her face.
   "Are you kidding?" Madison sneered at the girl. "There aren't even any dickies here."
   "I don't think that's a problem for you," the clairvoyant remarked, a satisfied smirk on her face.
   "Besides, we can always invite Luke over," Queenie suggested, winking at Nan. "That boy seems desperate for a rebellious streak."
   "And I can call Kyle," Zoe offered.
   "Or we can ask Jeeves if he wants in," Madison shrugged, grateful no one had paid any attention to Nan's insightful taunts. She really wasn't in the mood to explain to these bitches what a bisexual was. "I bet he hasn't had any fun in ages."
   Zoe and Queenie shared a look of disgust.
   "Let's keep it P.G.," Zoe pleaded.
   "Uhm, no," Madison responded. "The whole idea of Seven Minutes in Heaven has nothing to do with a P.G. rating. If you want to try to change that, we'll send you over to the local daycare and you can put your Duck, Duck, Goose attitude to good use."
   Zoe cringed. "No, sorry. Just don't invite Spalding."
   "Your loss," Madison teased.
   "What good would that stub do, anyway?" Queenie questioned.
   "You're obviously a virgin if you don't know the answer to that one," Madison waved her off.
   "Can we just call Luke and Kyle over and get this game started?" Nan huffed.
   "Fine," Madison shrugged. "Every-body put names in a hat."
   "I'll write Luke's," Nan giggled happily.
   "No one cares," Madison snapped, grabbing two slips of paper so she could put Zoe's name in twice.
   "I'm going to go ahead and draw, so we can start as soon as the boys get here," Nan announced.
   "Have at it," Madison sighed, feigning disinterest.
   Nan was giddy with glee as she reached her hand in the hat, digging around in it theatrically before drawing out the first name:
   "Zoe Benson."
   "Look at you, getting some action tonight," Madison said approvingly, leaning forward to brush the girl's shoulder.
   Zoe blushed at the contact, managing a shy grin in return.
   Nan, noticing this, quickly pulled out another slip of paper, but instead of reading off the name she locked eyes with Zoe and called out the one echoing in her mind:
   "Madison Montgomery."
   Queenie barked in laughter as Madison's face grew redder than Zoe's, both witches evidentally at a loss for words.
   "So," Nan prompted, looking very pleased with herself, "the rules state that the two of you have to go in a closet, and for seven minutes you have to--"
   "I know the damn rules, bitch!" Madison snapped.
   "This was a bad idea," Zoe mumbled, standing up to leave. "I think I'll just--"
   "You're not going anywhere except into that closet with me!" Madison snarled, leaping off the couch to get in her face. "You put your name in the damn hat, so now you get to suck my dick. Literally."
   Zoe's eyes widened with surprise.
   "You...have a dick?" she whispered.
   "No!" Madison yelled, glaring at the girl. "It's a fucking figure of damn speech! You should know that; you've literally seen every part of me there is to see. God, sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who has a brain around here!"
   "Enough chit chat," Queenie called, flicking her wrist to fling open the closet door. "Y'all need to get this moving."
   "Yeah," Nan agreed. "Some of us still want to take our turns."
   Madison rolled her eyes at the two witches, but she grabbed Zoe's hand and dragged her into the closet, shutting the door behind them.
   "Seven minutes starts...Now!" Queenie announced, her voice muffled behind the door.
   "Well," Madison smirked at the younger witch in front of her. "Now that we're alone..."
   Without hesitation, she closed the gap between her and Zoe, pressing their lips together.
   She made sure to be gentle at first, knowing Zoe would need a second to react, but in the next second Madison slid her arms under the witch's shirt, causing Zoe to gasp in surprise. Really, she should have known better; all that gasp accomplished was parting her wet lips just wide enough for Madison to slip her tongue into Zoe's mouth.
   Zoe stepped backward in shock, not expecting Madison to be moving so quickly. She tripped over Cordelia's broom and crashed into the wall, accidentally pulling Madison with her so that the blonde now pinned Zoe in a sort of half-kneeled position, her back to the wall to keep her from falling to the ground completely.
   "Ow," Zoe groaned, rubbing her head.
   "Careful, shithead," Madison chided her. "That looked like it hurt."
   "That's because it did," Zoe glared at the blonde. "What are we even doing?"
   "We're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven," Madison smirked. "What did you think was going on?"
   "No, I don't mean right this second," Zoe clarified. "I meant us. What are we doing?"
   Madison stopped. "What are you talking about?"
   Zoe rolled her eyes.
   "You've been flirting with me since I got here," she reminded the witch. "I took care of you after that party, and you started to be nice to me. I even thought maybe we can be friends. I mean, you helped me bring Kyle back, which was great at first, but he's, you know... Then you died, and I brought you back, and there were threesomes and witch hunters and assassination attempts. Somewhere along the lines I... I lost you as a friend. I can feel that, and it sucks. And I know we both want to be the next Supreme-- hell, either one of us might be. Or neither of us will be. I don't know. What I do know is that I don't want to lose you permanently."
   Madison narrowed her eyes at the girl.
   "If this is some pathetic attempt to distract me tomorrow--"
   "It isn't," Zoe promised. "I... I'm done with Kyle. The thing is, I don't think I ever really wanted him in the first place."
   "Then what was all this?" Madison snapped. "You agreed to the threesome, you left Robichaux's with him...you brought him back from the dead for Christ's sake!"
   "Because he didn't deserve to die," Zoe insisted. "Kyle's a good person and, I don't know. I think I needed him, and I mixed that up with want. I thought I loved him, but..."
   "But you don't," Madison scoffed. "So what? You're done with him, so he's all mine now? I get him all to myself, just like that?"
   "You can," Zoe shrugged. "Or..." She pushed herself off of the wall, her desirous gaze directed full force into Madison's eyes, her pupils so dilated from the lack of light and her lust that the brown in her irises gave way to solid black. "...you can have me." Zoe dropped her gaze to Madison's lips.
   They were standing so close, Madison could feel Zoe's breath, could hear her heartbeat, could see the lust burning in her eyes. It was ridiculously hot, and she wanted nothing more than to indulge in her wildest fantasies with the younger witch.
   In fact, the movie star leaned forward to do just that, but was interrupted by an invasion of light as the closet door was suddenly thrown wide open.
   On the other side stood Queenie and Nan, with Luke and Kyle behind them.
   "Your seven minutes are up," Nan smirked at them.
   Zoe bit her lip, looking very disappointed.
   "Yeah," Madison said, her tone apologetic. Then she flicked her wrist to slam the closet door shut.
   Madison turned back to Zoe, tracing the outline of the younger witch's lips as she stared intently into her luminous dark eyes.
   "We're gonna need a few more minutes."