Chapter Text
“Baby I'm sick inside
I'm definitely out of my mind
I know there's something not quite right
Disconnect, system override
You're so brave from your side of the glass
And you, you can't compute, you can't do the math
And you're, you're playing god with your remote control
But I already know that there's a flaw in my code and the
The truth is you silently study me
And there are consequences that you cannot see
And you ask yourself how did I unplug
But the simple truth is that I just don't give a fuck
I don't care”
No Me Importa – In This Moment
For the life of her, Zelda Spellman couldn’t rationalize what led her to this moment. Standing on Mary Wardwell’s front porch, hand poised to knock. She wanted answers, she told herself. She wanted to know what this woman’s deal was, and she wasn’t leaving until she found out. Nodding to herself in reassurance, she knocked.
Several moments later, the door creaked open to reveal Mary in an emerald robe. Zelda fought to keep her eyes from bugging out at the plunging neckline. Given the sultry smirk she received, she guessed she’d failed. Mary leaned seductively against the doorframe.
“Ms Spellman,” she purred, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Taking a much needed moment to collect herself, Zelda smoothed imaginary creases from her coat.
“We need to talk.” She said firmly. Mary pouted.
“Do we?”
“Yes.” Zelda said. “It’s important.”
“Well, if it’s important, then by all means,” Mary stepped aside dramatically, gesturing her inside, “do come in.”
Zelda rolled her eyes at the theatrics, making her way inside. There was a roaring fire going in the otherwise dimly lit living area. Zelda shed her coat, draping it over the arm of a tall-backed chair.
“Please,” Mary said sweetly, “make yourself at home. Can I get you a drink? Tea, perhaps? Or something a little stronger?”
“No, thank you.” Zelda sat, Mary sitting in the chair opposite her.
“Well,” Mary said, clapping her hands together and lounging back in her seat, “what can I do for you Ms Spellman?”
“You can start by giving me some answers.” Zelda said, resolutely trying to ignore the way Mary’s robe rode up as she crossed her legs, revealing a large expanse of toned thigh. Mary put on an innocent expression that looked entirely out of place on her.
“Answers?” She asked sweetly. “To what, dear?”
“Well for starters, who the heaven are you? Really?” Zelda asked. “Because there’s no way you’re some excommunicate, I’ve felt your power, it’s greater than even the High Priest.”
“Little old me?” Mary held a hand to her chest in mock surprise, mouth agape. “I fear for the future of your coven if I’m more powerful than your High Priest.”
“Cut the act, Ms Wardwell.” Zelda huffed. “You may fool the others, but not me.”
“And did you ever think that that may have been intentional?” Mary asked, her demeanor shifting. The innocent expression changing to an air of superiority. Zelda fumed, she was done being toyed with.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but if you think for one moment you can just waltz into my family’s life and start stirring things up without question, think again.” Zelda said coldly. Mary narrowed her eyes at her.
“Zelda, Zelda, Zelda,” Mary tutted, shaking her head, “you think you’re so clever. And you are, don’t get me wrong. But you don’t understand how this works.”
Mary chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made every hair on the back of Zelda’s neck raise in warning. She stood, slinking her way towards Zelda, the light of the fire casting long, dark shadows around her lithe frame.
“Always in control. Always silently observing from a safe distance. But you’re always so busy watching others, you fail to see when you’re the one being studied.” Mary stopped in front of her, placing her hands on the arms of the chair on either side of Zelda, leaning down so that their lips were mere inches apart. Zelda held her breath, frozen in place. “And what a fascinating subject you are, my dear.”
Mary closed the distance between them, lips pressing softly to Zelda’s. Their eyes remained locked on each other as seconds stretched on into eternity. Finally, as if someone had thrown cold water on her, Zelda jerked back, pressing herself firmly to the back of the chair. Coming to her senses, rage tore through her. She slapped Mary’s face, hard. The resounding smack echoing through the small room.
“You’re out of your mind.” Zelda fumed, her breathing rough.
Mary turned her face back to Zelda, her index finger wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth where her lip had split from Zelda’s slap. Her lips turned up to a devilish smirk as she licked the blood from her fingertip. Zelda’s thighs clenched together in response, somewhere between enraged and completely consumed by lust at the woman’s behavior.
“Definitely.” Mary purred, flashing a smile with too many teeth to be considered anything but predatory.
“I don’t trust you.” Zelda said, her voice not nearly as firm as she’d intended.
“I don’t care.” Mary answered quickly.
And with that, the floodgates burst. Mary kissed her again, hungry. Zelda let her eyes slip closed, a small moan escaping her lips. She could feel Mary’s smirk as she slipped her tongue into Zelda’s mouth, the taste of blood spurring her on. Her hands came to tangle in wild brown tresses, pulling Mary closer. Seconds later, she felt knees press into the cushion on either side of her hips as Mary’s weight settled in her lap. Zelda shifted her hands to rest on Mary’s backside, letting her nails dig in and drawing a gasp from the other woman. The gasp was followed immediately by a throaty groan as Mary bit down on Zelda’s lower lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but very nearly. Releasing Zelda’s lip, Mary kissed and nipped along Zelda’s jaw down to her neck, hands wrapping around her back and leaving long scratches through Zelda’s dress, making her moan. Mary began tugging the zip at the back of Zelda’s neck, but Zelda quickly delivered a firm smack to her backside, making her yelp in surprise.
“Oh, no, dear. This is happening my way.” Zelda whispered huskily in her ear, hand slipping between Mary’s spread thighs where her robe had all but come undone. Fingers tracing smooth skin towards the apex of Mary’s thighs, making her shiver in anticipation. Her fingers soon found themselves nestled in soaked folds, briefly circling up and around a swollen clit before swiftly sinking two fingers into her heat. Mary groaned, burying her face in Zelda’s neck and biting hard enough to bruise. Zelda quickly established a punishing rhythm, curling her fingers as Mary writhed in her lap. Mary gripped the back of the chair for balance, riding Zelda’s fingers and throwing her head back and moaning with abandon. Zelda parted her robe with her other hand, mouth diving to heaving breasts and capturing a dusky nipple between her lips. Her tongue swirled around the taut bud, teeth biting almost too hard and Mary’s face contorted with a flash of pain that quickly gave way to pleasure, walls grasping at Zelda’s fingers. Zelda turned her attention to leaving as many bite marks on Mary’s chest as possible, and when she felt her rhythm begin to stutter, Zelda slid a third finger effortlessly into her tight heat. Mary screamed.
“Fuuuuuck!”
Her whole body went rigid, walls clamping down and fluttering around Zelda’s still-moving digits. Moisture dripped down Zelda’s hand onto her lap, Mary twitching, mouth in a wide ‘o’ as she rode out her pleasure. After several long moments, she stilled, a hand gently grasping Zelda’s wrist and pulling it away. Chest still heaving, Mary looked down at Zelda, a drunk smirk painting her red lips. She leaned down, lazily kissing Zelda, fingers twirling strands of red hair. Eventually, she pulled back, a satisfied hum escaping her lips.
“So,” she drawled, still twirling Zelda’s hair round her fingers, “get the answers you were looking for?”
Zelda huffed, rolling her eyes.
“Not remotely.”
Mary chuckled, moving to stand on wobbly legs.
“That’s a shame.” She said, reaching into Zelda’s coat pocket for a cigarette. She placed it to her lips, lighting it with a snap of her fingers. She took a deep drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “I did.”
Zelda shook her head in exasperation, standing and grabbing her coat.
“Well, bully for you, I’m going home before I make anymore mistakes. Goodnight, Mary.” She started for the door.
“And what makes you think I’m going to just let you leave?” Mary’s words stopped her in her tracks. She turned to find Mary still standing in the same place, smug smirk on her lips as she continued smoking. “I haven’t had my turn.”
Seven hells, Zelda thought, what have I done?