Madam Spellman Snippet: Wash Away the Day
Zelda’s day had been filled with one disaster after another and now, all she wanted was a little peace and quiet. Hilda had been in a fluster all day and Zelda had considered killing her and burying her in the cain pit more than once just to get a break. Unfortunately, Hilda was also the only person standing between Zelda and the melodramatics of Sabrina and Ambrose’s new experiments which had taken over the kitchen and filled it with strange smells, noises and the occasional fire.
Eventually, Zelda had retired to her study and refused to reappear until dinner time, when most of the chaos was over and the splitting headache she had been nursing had dulled to a throbbing.
“Shall we play some games?” Hilda said, having cleared away the plates.
Zelda shot her a look.
“You are quite welcome to but I am retiring for the evening.”
“Oh, Zelds, are you sure?”
“Quite. Do enjoy yourselves.”
Trying not to feel guilty at the disappointment in her family’s eyes, Zelda headed for the stairs, fighting back the headache that was returning with full force. She would run a bath, fill it with her favourite salts and oils and relax. The tension in her shoulders, her head and her jaw would fade eventually and then she would be able to sleep.
Zelda turned on the tap, sprinkled the salts and poured in some oil, before heading into her room, removing her jewellery. She sighed, massaging her earlobes as the earrings came away, and placed each item in its rightful place.
Her dress was next, pulling the zip down and shedding the material. Picking it up off of the floor and putting it in the basket, Zelda caught sight of herself in the mirror. She prided herself in always dressing her best, more for herself than for anyone else. The red lace was one she usually saved for special occasions, but for some reason she had chosen it for today. Running her fingers over the line between her breast and lace, Zelda pursed her lips critically and then shook herself mentally.
She reached for her stockings, intending to take those off next, when movement reflected in the mirror made her start and then spin around.
“Well, what a delightful treat.”
“Lilith,” Zelda breathed, scanning over the woman’s black leather coat and back up to blue eyes that were spreading their heated gaze all over Zelda. She felt suddenly naked. “What are you doing here?”
“You’ve been taking my name in vain all day, Zelda,” Lilith purred, her eyes flicking back to Zelda’s. “I merely came to see if I could be of any assistance.”
Zelda reached for her robe, pulling it on and wrapping it around herself.
“Lying to your Queen?” Lilith tutted, stepping forward; her fingers reaching up to play with the tie of the robe. “Well that won’t do.”
“What do you want, Lilith?” Zelda sighed, the exhaustion of the day catching up with her. She didn’t want to play games tonight; all she wanted was to wash away the day and sleep.
Lilith studied her and pursed her lips.
“You look tired.”
“I am tired, so if you would like to leave me in peace instead of teasing me, your High Priestess would appreciate it.”
Lilith dropped the robe’s belt and stepped still closer, making Zelda freeze. She was so close and suddenly Zelda’s throat was dry.
“You’re in my space.”
“Yes,” Lilith raised a hand, her fingers stroking Zelda’s hair. Against her better judgement, Zelda leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut, as Lilith’s fingers stroked, and her thumb trailed over Zelda’s cheekbone. “But you were tense before I arrived.”
“It’s been that kind of day.”
“Then let me take care of you.”
Zelda’s eyes flew open.
“Come Zelda... even strong, capable women like yourselves are allowed to want comfort sometimes.” Lilith leaned in and pressed the lightest kiss on the corner of Zelda’s mouth, making her breath catch. “Allow me to be that for you.”
She pressed another light kiss against Zelda’s jaw, and then began trailing kisses along it, until Zelda’s breathing was heavy and her eyes were shut; her head leaning back to allow the woman better access.
Sure fingers undid her robe and pushed it off, leaving her in her lingerie again.
“What a sight,” Lilith hummed. “You would bring mortals to their knees.”
Zelda hummed, feeling lost in a fog of arousal, evidence beginning to darken the lace pressed against her centre. Lilith’s lips traced down her neck and then she was being backed against her vanity, gripping it as Lilith’s fingers pressed into her.
“Wet for me already?”
“Yes...” Zelda whispered.
Lilith rubbed at her through the lace, and Zelda gasped and hummed as the friction pressed against her clit. She could feel the material becoming slick, could feel Lilith’s fingers pressing more insistently, and then they were gone. She opened her eyes to protest and saw Lilith kneeling down in front of her.
Lilith removed her stockings first, slowly, pressing her lips and teeth to Zelda’s creamy thighs, leaving them covered in red lipstick and the beginning of bruises. Then she pulled down her panties, depositing them to the side before pressing a kiss to Zelda’s mound.
Her tongue slid against Zelda’s swollen clit gently, and Zelda gasped, her head falling back as she gripped the vanity for support. Lilith was tender, slow and all consuming; sucking at Zelda’s clit before sliding her tongue over her folds and lapping at her.
Hands gripped her, lifting one leg over Lilith’s shoulder, baring Zelda further to her touch. Fingers slipped inside her as Lilith sucked her clit again, curling inside Zelda’s hot, wet cunt.
Zelda’s knuckles went white as she gripped the wood underneath her; the tell tale quivers of her approaching orgasm making her rock into Lilith’s touch.
Lilith coaxed her on, until Zelda was practically mewling with need. Then, with a moan that echoed deep in her throat, Zelda clenched hard around her, and came.
Lilith lapped up the juices that flowed from her, pressing kisses to her wetness, still curling her fingers to guide her through her orgasm. Zelda shivered and then sank further onto the vanity.
The sight of Lilith, kneeling in front of her, that sly smirk slick with her juices, made Zelda’s stomach flip. Her Queen stood, wiping her mouth with her thumb, before leaning in and kissing the witch, giving her a taste.
“You are, without a doubt, the sweetest witch I have ever tasted.”
Zelda moaned again, releasing the vanity to tangle her fingers in Lilith’s hair and pull her into a deeper, longer kiss. When they both separated, their heavy breaths mingled.
“That was...” Zelda swallowed, lost for words for once.
“Mmm,” Lilith hummed, reaching around her to undo her bra, gently pulling it from her and tossing it to the side. “Come now. Your bath is waiting.”
Lilith led her to the bathroom, turning off the water and dipping her fingers in to check the temperature. Then she turned, and began removing her clothes. Zelda watched as her figure came into view; beautiful lines and curves that were sinful in every beautiful way.
Lilith stepped into the tub, offering her hand to Zelda, inviting her in. Zelda stepped in, feeling the warm water against her aching feet with a sigh of relief. Lilith sat and then spread her legs, inviting Zelda into the space. She eagerly complied.
“So beautiful,” Lilith hummed as Zelda leaned back against her chest. Her nose brushed into Zelda’s hair and she inhaled, kissing her head. She trailed her fingers over Zelda’s arms, leaving trails of water over them before rubbing her thumbs into Zelda’s shoulders.
Zelda moaned softly, feeling the tension easing with each circle of Lilith’s thumbs. She felt tired, boneless and the more she leaned into Lilith’s touch, the more relaxed she became.
“It’s hard,” Lilith hummed into her hair, running her fingers slowly over Zelda’s breasts, brushing her nipples in a circle before returning to her shoulders. “Being the one in control. The strong woman in charge. It eats away at you until all you feel is tired. When you feel that, call for me. I will always answer.”
She began to comb through Zelda’s hair pulling the few pins in it loose, kissing her neck and Zelda, for the first time in her life, melted into her touch completely.
She let Lilith wash her; gently sponging over her back, down her arms, over her breasts and between her legs. She leaned back as Lilith washed her hair, scratching her nails against her head until Zelda’s little moans filled the room. She rinsed her, ran her fingers through her hair to untangle any knots and then eased her out of the bath.
Zelda reached for her towel but Lilith took it, drying her off and then herself, before leading her back into her room. Zelda slipped on her robe and then began to moisturise herself; a habit formed over many years. Lilith watched, slipping into Zelda’s spare robe; her eyes never leaving the woman for long. When Zelda was finished she turned.
“Will you stay?”
“Yes.” Lilith stepped to her and tangled her fingers into her damp hair, pulling her in for a kiss. “Lie down. I’m not quite done with you.”
“I’m too tired to-”
“I know. Lie down.”
Zelda did as instructed and Lilith took up the bottle of moisturiser and sat at the end of Zelda’s bed. She squirted some into her hand, spread it over them and then took Zelda’s foot. She began to massage it, deep into the arch, soothing away the stubborn aches from a day spent in heels with too much to do. Zelda sighed. Somewhere, in the part of her mind that was too tired to focus, she wondered why she was accepting this. She normally hated sweet softness, or someone trying to take care of her.
But Lilith did not make her feel weak for being tired.
Lilith shifted to the other foot, rubbing up Zelda’s calf as she did so, summoning another pleasant moan.
“One day, darling, I shall do this properly. I shall have you on your front and get into that lovely back of yours, and those shoulders. But for now...” She rubbed into a particularly tender spot and Zelda arched into the touch. “Let’s just make sure you feel relaxed enough to sleep, shall we?”
Zelda was so relaxed that it felt as though the bed underneath her might never let her emerge from it again. Her eyes were closed, and she could feel sleep pulling at her. Lilith’s thumbs soothed her and then gently lowered her foot to the bed.
She heard her moving, putting back the moisturiser and then the bed dipped again. She felt a blanket being placed over her and then Lilith was pulling her into her; Zelda’s back against Lilith’s front.
“Sleep, my Priestess.”
“I...” Zelda was so close to sleep, her voice husky and tired. “Thank you, my Queen.”
“Hush, darling Zelda. No need for that.”
Lilith’s lips brushed against Zelda’s cheek in a soft kiss and then Zelda had slipped into sleep, wrapped up in the arms of Lilith, her Queen, who listened as her breathing evened out, before closing her own eyes, and drifting off too.
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This is for my favorite girl in the whole universe💗
You had been drowning your feelings with tequila shots at the only bar in Greendale for about an hour. You could feel your mind becoming cloudy, but that wasn’t enough to make you slow down. You weren’t sure if you felt angry, sad or just numb.
“Give me another one, please,” You asked the bartender, who hesitated a moment before filling another glass and putting it in front of you. You immediately raised it to your lips, the liquid burning your throat now making your head spin.
You chuckled as you remembered the reason you were there in the first place. You had been in love with Zelda Spellman for months and you had finally found the courage to kiss her, thinking she might be feeling the same. Clearly, you were mistaken. You had thought the touches she was initiating when no one was looking or the looks she was giving you from across the room meant something to her. Instead, she had pushed you away just as your lips touched hers.
You sighed and clumsily reached for your car’s keys, ready to leave this place. You stood up and left some money on the table, your vision unfocused as you crossed the room. You reached for the door before stumbling into the parking lot. You started to giggle when you heard the sound of your keys dropping on the ground and you lowered yourself, blindly trying to find them with your hands.
“Where do you think you’re going?
You got up and turned around, momently forgetting the state you were in and lost your balance. You felt someone catch you by your shoulders, keeping you from hitting the ground.
“Thank you, “ You giggled again before realizing who was holding you steady, the laugher suddenly dying in your throat. “What do you want?”
Zelda’s grip tightened on your shoulders at your question, but you took a step back, putting some distance between the two of you.
“I was looking for you,” She started, green eyes boring into yours, as if she was trying to see how much you had to drink. “I saw your car in the parking lot.”
“Well, you found me. Now you can go,” You hadn’t meant to snap at her, but you weren’t in the mood to see her right now. You started to look at the ground for your keys, only to raise your gaze when you heard the sound of metal clinking together.
“Were you really going to drive?” She pointed out, holding them in her hand. Her tone was firm, and that only seemed to add more to your anger.
“Give me that.”
“I’m not letting you drive while you’re like this, Y/N,” She argued, eyeing you up and down, finally deciding to take a step toward you. You tried to get your keys back, but she held them away, making you stumble once again.
“Whatever,” You responded, giving up and starting to walk toward the road.
“And where are you going exactly? Get in the car, Y/N.”
You snorted as you heard her following you, ignoring her as you tried to focus on walking straight. She had no right to be there, to pretend to care after making it very clear that she didn’t when she pushed you away. You probably weren’t walking as fast as you thought since she grabbed your arm, turning you around so you were facing her in a quick movement.
“I don’t care if you’re mad at me, you will get in the car and I will take you home. Understood?” She was almost yelling, making it clear you had no other option but to follow her. You knew how stubborn she was, how nothing good ever came from arguing with Zelda Spellman.
You rolled your eyes, deciding to stay silence as you let her drag you to her car, not having the strength in you to fight her anymore. Zelda opened the door for you, and you fell in the passenger’s seat. You closed your eyes, nausea coming and going as she leaned over you to buckle your seatbelt. When she was done, she closed the door and hurried to the other side of the car, almost scared you were going to run off as soon as she’s pull away.
She started the car, and for the first couple of minutes, you both stayed silent. You were looking outside, your forehead resting against the cold window making you feel better.
“Why?” She quietly asked, eyes not leaving the road. You glanced at her, her fingers gripping the wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. You ignored her again, choosing to turn your gaze back to the window. “Please, Y/N, talk to me.”
You sighed and tried to make some sense out of your thoughts, not sure what to tell her at this point.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Zelda. I went out, that’s not a crime,” You shrugged, still facing the opposite direction.
“But why? Is it because of what happened earlier?” You rolled your eyes again, now very annoyed at the interrogation you had never asked for.
“What happened, Zelda, is that I kissed you and you pushed me away. Stop pretending that you’re worried about me, it’s not fooling anyone,” You snapped again, feeling your already thin patience fading away.
“I didn’t mean to push you away. I was taken by surprise,” She shook her head, chuckling softly. “I am worried about you. I’m sorry if you think I’m not but it’s the truth.”
You turned around to face her, the moon reflecting in her hair making her absolutely stunning, taking your breath away for a moment. She stopped the car in front of the Mortuary before unbuckling her seatbelt to look at you properly.
“I care about you. I looked everywhere for you tonight. I realized I made a mistake and I want to fix it. So now, you will come inside with me and you will get some sleep,” She started, reaching for your hand, smiling softly when you let her touch you. “And in the morning, when you will be sober, I will kiss you like I’ve been thinking of doing for the last couple of weeks. Alright?” She breathed out, eyes locked with yours.
She seemed unsure of your reaction as she waited for your answer. You stared at her in shock, as you had never expected her to say such a thing to you. When your mind finally registered her words, you smiled at her and started giggling. You couldn’t help but feel an overflowing joy at the admission, and because you still felt kinda sloppy, you decided to push it a little further.
“Can I at least cuddle with you tonight?” You pouted, your glittering eyes betraying your true emotion.
She smiled before opening the car’s door, and just as you thought she was going to ignore you, she acknowledged your question with a reply that made your cheeks warm up.
“Sure, but don’t tell anyone. I would never hear the end of it.”
You laughed as you also opened the car’s door, following her inside.
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