Black Magic Women

11

"Who do you think you are?" Zelda yelled as she stormed into the living room of the small cottage like house. Ms. Wardwell rolled her eyes and went after the raging woman.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said and went for the wine, filled two glasses and handed one to Zelda, feeling they needed the liquid.

"Thank you," Zelda said before she emptied the glass in one go.

"Now back to you. I want my dress back," she said, her voice cracking.

"I wasn't planing on stealing it if that's why you're here," Ms. Wardwell said and went to get the dress, relieved about the opportunity to disappear for a few seconds.

"It's not the damn dress!" Zelda yelled and a tear made it's way down her face when she threw the damn thing across the room after Ms. wardwell had handed it over. She felt exhausted and her outburst had come crushing down as fast as it had built up.

"Then what is it about?" Ms. Wardwell asked, truly confused about what was going on. She might have been good at being bad but this whole emotion thing Zelda had going on was new to her.

"Damn it are you really that stupid, woman?" Zelda asked and sat down on the couch, covering her face with her hands to hide the tears that were flowing down her cheeks.

It was useless. Ms. Wardwell heard her mind cry and felt sympathy for the other woman. She wanted to soothe her and so she kneeled down in front of her, taking her hands in hers.

"As much as I should feel insulted by that, I want to know why I seem to be so stupid," she said and the moment Zelda's eyes met the blue orbs of Ms. Wardwell, she was lost in the longing she had tried to ban from her heart.

Ms. Wardwell felt more than just overwhelmed by the passion in Zelda's eyes and she couldn't quite put a finger on what Zelda was thinking.

The mother of demons had never in her entire lifetime felt this exposed to someone. The love in Zelda's eyes was an overwhelming pressure. She had never felt anything besides hate for anybody. Satan was an exception of course. And so her newly found interest in the ginger witch was confusing her to a point where thinking became hard.

Whenever she had tried to think about it logically her feelings had got in the way of her brain. For a while she had tried to tell herself that the stupid human body made her feel love towards the witch but deep down she knew it was her, who felt it.

So when she looked up at Zelda and found nothing but pure love she didn't know what to do. She was used to people fearing her, hating her but love?

A feeling she had never experienced. All of a sudden she felt extremely vulnerable and wished the ground would swallow her whole. The intensity of Zelda's stare burning on her skin was becoming unbearable really quick.

She felt foolish for not being able to sort out her feelings and openly admit to them when Zelda had been the brave one to do so first.

Zelda hadn't said those three words but she didn't have to. Ms. Wardwell knew.

Zelda couldn't read the expression of the brunette but she saw the inner battle. She felt it. For the first time since meeting the woman, she had let her guards slip and openly projected her emotions.

She didn't need more confirmation, her fear of being rejected suddenly far away.

She moved forward and pressed a sweet and tender kiss onto the lips of the brunette, pulling her closer.

The surprise of the sudden movement startled Ms. Wardwell and her emotional chaos enlightened the fireplace as her dried up heart started to fill with love once again.

Zelda broke the kiss with a trembling lip. She looked at Ms. Wardwell and could only think about how beautiful she looked in the light of fire.

"Ms. Wardwell-"

"Call me Mary."

Zelda smiled at her sweetly, knowing this was the first step towards what would bring relief to both of them.

"Mary... Why did you leave this morning?" Zelda asked, not being able to hold back the question burning on her tongue any longer.

"Ahhh... that's what all this is about. Actually it's a pretty practical reason. I needed to be at work. I just took your things because mine were thrown across your living room and I didn't fancy running into Sabrina with only a thin sheet wrapped around me," Mary said with her usual sweet voice and Zelda knew her guards were up again.

"Why do you keep doing this?" Zelda asked.

"What?" Mary asked, even more confused than Zelda. She was used to things going her way but this certain ginger seemed to see right through her.

"Putting your guards up. A few seconds ago I thought we were past this whole thing but you're doing it again!" Zelda cried out and got even more frustrated.

"It's not easy okay?! When you have been getting along with it for all your life you can't just change it overnight. I'm trying to, you need to believe me. I just need more time," Mary said so full of raw emotion that Zelda believed her.

"I'm willing to wait," Zelda said and intertwined their fingers, reassuring her that everything would be okay.

"Really?" Mary asked, stunned by the pure devotion of Zelda.

"Really," she said and Mary couldn't stop herself from pulling her in for another kiss.

It started off sweetly but turned more heated within a few minutes. Mary brushes her hands trough Zelda's hair and pulled her closer, pressing herself against her body.

Zelda just gave herself away, putting everything she had into the kiss. She had been fighting love for so long, she was tired of fighting.

Everybody seemed to develop their own lives so why shouldn't she?

She felt Mary's body press against hers and moaned into the kiss, feeling loved for the first time in months.

Mary pulled both of them up and the two of them stumbled towards the directions of her bedroom, lips never parting.

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Ahhh I hope this is not too far off. I know Madam Satan would never give up that easily. And did you really think I'd give up the drama? (Evil laughter) watch out for the next few chapters and enjoy the calm while it lasts.