The Romantic Art of Bitchcraft

Acting For Karma

  
   This one is about Zadison dealing with homophobia, so maybe read on with caution: offensive language ahead. Also, Madison gives her blunt opinion on religion, so if you are a Christian, apologies in advance and please keep in mind this is fiction, not an actual statement or whatever. Despite that, I hope y'all enjoy it!

   Madison couldn't help but snicker, watching the devastated look on Zoe's face as her ice cream started to melt into the concrete. The poor girl looked from the fresh scoop on the ground to the now-empty waffle cone in her hand before turning her sodden gaze back to the travesty at her feet.
   "I don't even think magic could save it at this point," the older witch teased.
   "Maybe Mallory could do something," Zoe whispered. "She can reverse time or somethin--"
   "Oh, my god, babe!" Madison burst out laughing. She took the empty cone out of her girlfriend's hand, replacing it with her own double-scooped one. "Just take mine, you dumbass."
   Zoe looked at it like it was gold. "Are you sure?"
   "Yeah," Madison murmured, watching as the younger witch's eyes lit up at the treat. "I'm sure." She cleared her throat. "I definitely don't need the carbs so--"
   "Oh, shut up Mads," Zoe teased, placing a quick kiss on her lips. "We both know you're whipped."
   "You don't have to tell the whole world," Madison snapped.
   Zoe smirked.
   "MADISON MONTGOMERY IS TOO GAY TO FUNCTION!" she bellowed, laughing at Madison's horrified expression. "SHE'S SO WHIPPED FOR HER GIRLFRIEND! SHE'LL DO ANYTHING FOR HER!"
   Madison glared, using telekinesis to rip the ice cream cone out of Zoe's hands and send it towards the ground.
   "No, no, no!" Zoe gasped. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're not whipped and I'll never say you are ever again!"
   "That's what I thought," Madison smirked, returning the ice cream safely to her girlfriend. "I'm a fucking stone-cold bitch, and I always will be. Now hurry the fuck up and eat your ice cream, it's starting to melt."
   "Geez," Zoe giggled. "So commanding today."
   Madison raised an eyebrow.
   "I thought you liked it when I tell you what to do?" she said, her voice low and husky.
   Zoe blushed, turning her gaze to her ice cream cone.
   The two continued their trek from the ice cream parlor back to Miss Robichaux's, hand in hand.
   Madison turned to Zoe, just as the girl finished the last of her frozen treat.
   "Can I have a taste?" she asked, loving how guilty the girl instantly looked.
   "I, uh, I'm sorry Mads. I... We can go back and get more if you--"
   "That's no problem," Madison smirked, tugging on Zoe's shirt collar to smash their lips together.
   Zoe gasped slightly as she felt her girlfriend's tongue in her mouth, but at least it explained Madison's asking for a "taste" of the ice cream.
   She reciprocated the embrace, feeling a little on edge and yet slightly empowered. She wasn't use to PDA with Madison. Sure, they didn't care who saw them doing what inside the gates of Miss Robichaux's, but outside... Well, they might be in New Orleans, but it was also Louisiana. A lot of people had a lot to say about same-sex relationships, and very little of it was good.
   When she felt Madison moan inside her mouth and start fiddling with the bottom of her shirt, Zoe pulled away.
   "Fucking tease," Madison grumbled.
   "You said you wanted a taste, not the whole meal," Zoe grinned.
   "Bitch," Madison smiled, taking her hand as they started walking again.
   A man walking opposite them suddenly moved towards them, shoulder-checking Zoe so hard it spun her around to face his retreating backside.
   "Fucking dykes!" he called over his shoulder.
   "You want to say that to my face?" Madison yelled, bolting after him. 
   "Mads, no!" Zoe pleaded, tightening her grip on the girl's hand. "He's just some asshole, okay? He's not worth it."
   "He's not," Madison agreed, yanking her hand out of Zoe's grasp. "But you are."
   She strode up to the man.
   "What the hell gives you the right?" she demanded, her eyes blazing.
   "Funny you should say that," the man sneered. "Considering you and your faggot friend over there are both going to Hell. The Bible says--"
   "The fucking Bible," Madison muttered sourly. She raised her voice, looking the man dead in the eyes. "Y'know, the Bible says a fucking lot of bullshit things, and if you want to spend your whole life letting a fairy tale run the show, be my fucking guest. But your freedom of religion doesn't trump mine, okay? Just because you believe in some batshit religion doesn't mean I have to adhere to it as well. So take your goddamn sermon and keep it in the Church where it belongs."
   "Whatever, dyke," the man smirked, unlocking the truck parked parralel to the sidewalk. "Enjoy burning in Hell."
   "It doesn't even work like that!" Madison screamed after him as he drove down the road.
   He rolled down his window as he drove past where Zoe stood, tossing out an empty beer can at her.
   "Oh, fuck no!" Madison growled. She raised her hand, ready to flip the entire fucking vehicle.
   Suddenly one of its tires blew, the boom of it loud enough to rattle a couple nearby shop windows.
   Madison glanced over at Zoe, who had a concentrated look on her face as she snapped her fingers.
   Another tire blew.
   A smile appeared on Madison's face as she approached her girlfriend.
   "What happened to 'let karma sort things out'?" she teased.
   "I'm acting for karma so it's the same goddamn thing," Zoe fumed. "Nobody deserves to go to Hell, especially not you. And I don't like this self-entitled dickwad running his mouth about you when he doesn't know shit about who you are."
   Madison smirked at her girlfriend, her expression relaying how impressed she was with the girl.
   "What?" Zoe asked, her nose adorably crinkled in confusion.
   "Nothing," Madison shrugged. "It's just that you're hot when you get all mama-bear protective on my account."
   "Well," Zoe smiled, leaning slightly to place a soft, lingering kiss on the blonde's lips. "You're worth it."
   Madison blushed.
   "Wanna go back to the Academy and really stick it to the homophobic pricks?" Zoe offered.
   "And how might we do that?" Madison smirked, dragging her bottom lip through her teeth.
   Zoe, her eyes glued to the simple performance, ran her tongue along her own lips. "I have a few ideas."
   "Good," Madison approved, using telekinesis to lodge the beer can in the exhaust pipe of the man's truck. "Let's go then."
   Zoe snapped her fingers as they walked, popping a third tire.
   "You're not going to blow all four?" Madison joked.
   Zoe shook her head.
   "Most auto shops give great discounts if you're buying four new tires," she explained.
   Madison grinned widely.
   "You're evil," she laughed.
   Zoe shrugged, a pleased look on her face.
   Madison leaned over to nibble on her earlobe.
   "And you're totally getting head later."