Chapter 7: A Decision Needs To Be Made

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The kiss was quick and soft. Mary pulled away and blushed a deep shade of red. Zelda's mind swarmed with screaming voices telling her it's wrong and she should leave and never see the woman again. But Zelda wasn't listening to those voices, instead she held Mary's face between her palms, lowered her face and pressed a soft peck to Mary's thin, pink lips. 

Pulling away, Zelda could see the smile form onto Mary's face. 
"I've been wanting to do that all night." 

"Me too." Zelda leaned in for another kiss, this time it was longer and filled with more passion. It grew heated as Zelda slipped her tongue past Mary's lips. They stayed like that, tongues moving together and soft moans leaving both their mouths, until they had to pull away for air. 
Their lips were swollen and breathing heavy. Zelda held a firm grip on the woman's waist, pulling her in closer. 

"We should probably get ready for bed. It's nearly 1 am." Mary nodded in agreement, placing one last peck on Zelda's lips, Mary squirmed out of Zelda's grip on her waist and left into the bedroom. She returned with a black nightgown, lace trim at the top, and handed it to Zelda. 

"It's a little big on me, hopefully it'll fit." Zelda smiled down at the brunette. 

"Thank you." 

"I also have an extra tooth brush in the cabinet above the sink. There is also a hair brush in there." Zelda gave her a quick kiss to the cheek and then left to the bathroom. Mary smiled wide, biting her lip to contain her excitement. 

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When Zelda entered Mary's bedroom on the look for her, she had to suck in a breath at the sight of Mary in a long emerald green robe and rubbing lotion on her long slender legs. 

"You're welcome to sleep in here if you'd like?" Zelda blushed and nodded. 
"I see the nightgown fits." 

"Yes it does. A little tight but it works." Zelda sat down next to the woman, watching as she rubbed the lotion further up her thigh. Zelda didn't realize she was being watched till she heard Mary laugh. 

"Why are you watching me?" 

"Oh, I-I...uh…" Zelda trailed off trying to find an explanation other than fantasising over the woman's legs. 

"It's alright, Zelda." Zelda nervously smiled and blushed. Blushing! Nervous! What is this woman doing to you!? 

Mary pulled the covers over her and patted the spot next to her. Zelda obligated and laid down onto the soft mattress. She felt a soft, cold hand entwine with hers. 

"Mary, you're freezing!" Zelda pulled the woman closer to her, letting the tiny brunette curl into her side and rest her head onto her chest. "Better?" 

She felt Mary nod before a comforting silence washed over them. This felt so right to Zelda. Being in Mary's room with the woman laying beside her. She wished she still had Edward around to help her with this even though he would probably tell her to give it a shot. Hilda could never understand the dilemma she was going through. Hilda thought that if that person makes you happy then you should just go for it but that was not the case here. Zelda's religion and pride were on the table here. Zelda wouldn't be another mockery in the eyes of the coven. But Mary was special to her. Everything she had said to the woman was true. She couldn't get the woman off her mind and was happy when around her. Zelda couldn't jeopardize her religion, which she has spent her entire life following, just for a mortal. This was going to be hard but she needed to make a decision and one fast before she got too attached to the petite brunette sleeping on her.

Hey! I'm back! I've been really busy but I'm gonna try at write more. I've already written chapter 8 & 9, so those, hopefully, will be up tomorrow. If there is any suggestions, write me here or on my tumblr.

Ps, I've been thinking about writing a book full of one- shots but I suck at getting shit done, so please tell me if you want to see that and suggestions for it.

Double Ps, I only write Spellwell or MadamSpellman, so I will not write any Spellwood or Nabrina or Black Sabith stuff.

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