MADAM SPELLMAN ONE SHOTS

The School Play (Spellwell)

Zelda quickly walked around Baxter High's long corridors, looking for her niece. She had spent the last ten minutes trying to find the classroom her and her mates were using to prepare for the school play tonight. The witch only wanted to make sure Sabrina was doing fine, feeling herself and to wish her good luck. She knew her just well enough to know that nerves must be killing her already.

Black velvet stilettos clicked relentlessly on the floor. Her delicious curves were wrapped up in a tight satin black dress, whose cut on the back reached to her waist, and the just-below-the-knee length didn't give her much space to move properly. The dress was held over her shoulders by thin straps and fiery curls cascaded down caressing them gently. There was no doubt the ginger looked uterly ravishing.

As her fast steps turned another corner Zelda groaned in exhasperation. Maybe she could've been able to find that damn class much sooner if she wasn't so distracted. However, her body had decided to betray her, overcoming her with this completely ridiculous, out of place (but ardent nontheless) desire the moment she had let her gaze slip over Sabrina's civics and history teacher: Miss Wardwell. The younger woman had been wearing a formal nude blouse, tugged up in a black pencil skirt that oh so fine accentuated her soft curves. A thick mane of dark tresses rested over her shoulders and a slight shade of red covered her lips. Zelda hadn't been able to contain a gasp at the unusually bold election (being Mary who we talk about), but looking upon the gesture on her face she once again discovered that heart warming shyness and sweetness the brunette just seemed to expell. Mary's innocence and unawareness of just how beautiful she looked surprisingly turned the redhead on. She had been trying to supress her sinful thoughts for over an hour now and it was turning her mad.

Finally, she saw a sign that announced the play's dressing room and sighed in relief. Inmediately, she furrowed her brow, realizing no sound was coming out of the room. Weren't teenagers supposed to be a little more...noisy? Slowing her pace until it was impossible to hear her coming, the redhead approached the door. Quick, strong breathing could be heard from the inside. She silently cracked the door open, just a bit, wanting to get a discreet view of what was going on in there. Through the slight crack of the door, Zelda admired as Mary was trying to put on the rest of her play costume. With her back to the door and a victorian skirt already on, the teacher desperately attempted to close a white corset, failing cumsily. The witch watched in awe, completely paralized by the sight of soft obscure curls brushing against freckled skin. Mary's heavy breathing wasn't helping either. Her mind was suddenly running wild with want. She couldn't help but let out a shaky sigh when the brunette's hands moved her hair to the side, showing her neck covered in a thin layer of glistening sweat. Oh how she longed to be the one causing her to sweat and gasp heavily...Zelda could feel her arousal growing stronger in the pit of her stomach, the heat building up between her thighs at the scene. She craved for more.

Without much thinking, as if her body was now taking the lead for her, Zelda slowly entered the room, leaving her heels behind in order not to startle the other woman just yet. As she approached, she could clearly feel the scent that emanated from Mary's skin. She smelled like sandal, with a sweet fresh lavander note. Her slightly trembling hands reached to pull her hair aside and she finally grasped her wrists, stopping her from moving.

-Here, let me help you with that-Zelda tugged lazily at the corset's strings, her raspy and low voice startling Mary. The teacher turned around abruptly to be welcomed by the older woman's body so close to her she had to hold her breath for a second. Ocean blue eyes looked into emerald ones, nervousness and a slight relief noticeable in the restless pupils.

-Oh M-Miss Spellman! Yo-you scared me! It's o-ok I can d-do it by myself...please don't w-worry.- Mary stuttered.

Zelda's grasp went tighter around her wrists, enough not to hurt her. Only then, the teacher got to notice her blown wide pupils, eyes filled with unmistakable lust. The brunette's troath went dry.

- I insist. Now, would you mind to bend slightly fordward so I can properly reach the bottom of this lovely piece?

Zelda delighted in the furious blush that covered the woman's cheeks, neck and chest; lips slightly parted as her breathing seemed to run wilder again. Finally, Mary obliged, turning around so her bare back was now in full display for Zelda's eyes to feast on.

-That's it, good girl...- Zelda's husky voice praised, the ginger smirked to herself as she felt Mary shiver violently at the praise. Zelda bent her own body over Mary's, pressing against the woman's back and letting her feel her warm breasts rubbing her from behind through the thin material of her dress. Slowly, she ran a finger down her spine, eliciting a low muffled grunt the brunette tried to suffocate as she reached to grasp Zelda's free hand.

-My,my...you are excited, aren't you?- Zelda purred, finally owning a moan from the brunette woman. Mary's eyes went wide as she pressed her mouth shut. The redhead beauty chuckled and quickly grabbed the teacher's waist, turning her around so she was now facing her, and pressed their bodies together impossibly close. With a single twist of her alabaster fingers, Zelda freed Mary from the skirt, leaving her only in an unclosed corset and lace hosiery. Zelda moaned in delight.

-How sinfully naughty you are Mary, so enticing...what would your students think, you here melting under my fingers, clearly aroused in my arms?

Zelda grinned as the brunette pressed her eyes shut, letting her head fall back in pleasure and pulling her in for a kiss. The witch stopped her.

-As much as I'd love to bite and devour those lips right now dear, I infinitely prefer to mark your whole body with crimson kisses- the redhead whispered in her ear, seeing as Mary twisted in pure and blissful delight. Without a second thought, Zelda's fingers slipped between Mary's legs to caress where she needed her the most. She was soaked.

-Mmmm...look how wet we are, what a mess we have down here, so eager for my touch, almost dripping in my hand. What if I stopped now Mary?- Zelda teased- You have a play to attend to after all dear.

-Fuck that damn play Zelda... I want to be yours. Right now.

The unexpectedly bold demand made Zelda lose her last ounce of sense and restraining.Oh she would be all hers. Night was young and the play long forgotten.