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Cereza still felt the stress and adrenaline of her hell journey to save her dear Jeanne. She looked at the moon for solace, but couldn’t help herself. She could’ve died, gone, not with her anymore. Chills went up her spine just thinking about such a loss. She sighed. Her black frilly nightgown contoured her body against the moonlight, making her look like a woeful housewife, longing for her best friend. The golden scriptures embroidered on the seams of the gown glimmered when she turned away from the window, like far away stars in the night sky. Her short black hair framed her face beautifully, making her an enchanting sight to behold in the night. Her glasses were on her nightstand, waiting to be worn again the next day. Cereza stood on the foot of her bed, embracing herself with the touch she craved. A comforting embrace.
Her thoughts drifted to her dear Jeanne once again, of how she wanted to tell her how dear she was to her. How much she missed her in the time she wad trying to save her. How much relief she felt when she saw her awakened face once more. It was almost like there always had been a link, a magical feeling of belonging with her. It felt almost ancient. She felt longing for her in that moment too, the room was too cold and empty for the umbra witches liking. She wanted to call her, but couldn’t. Jeanne’s phone number laid next to her glasses, the paper had Jeanne’s favorite lipstick on it. She felt frustrated, why was this so hard?
When she flirted with men, she could make them melt in her hands and get them wrapped around her finger. One suggestive comment made some men fold in her way and do as were told. But with Jeanne, it was so different. She felt like she couldn’t say these same things to her, it doesn’t work like that. It translates more as playful banter than actual advances, she felt almost powerless in that ground. She gripped at her gown feeling a painful pressure building up in her throat.
Why can’t I just tell her? I don’t care if she doesn’t feel the same, I can drown my shame into men if I have to.
Cereza sighed through her nose, eyeing the piece of paper longfuly. She slowly approached the nightstand and stared at the phone number. After a few moments, she grabbed the paper and studied it closer. Seeing her friends lips on the paper made her feel things, her chest felt warm and her thoughts were cloudy. Before she could think, she took the paper on her naked lips and pressed. A small sparkling feeling erupted in her chest. She took the paper off her lips, finally realized what she had done.
My god. I am such a dyke.
Something finally snapped in Cerezas mind and she went to grab her cellphone. She grabbed the purple phone off her make-up table. She started typing the number in her phone and just as she was about to call her, she paused.
Have I lost my mind? Would I answer if she called me this late? No!
She thought about it for a moment. She felt her cheeks warm up. She would answer if Jeanne called her, she would be most delighted in actuality. She gazed at herself in the mirror and saw bits of lipstick on her lips. She let out a small breath and touched her lip.
God fucking dammit.
She pressed the call button and turned way from the mirror, leaning on the table. The phone rang for a moment, a little too long. She got worried she’d wake her up. But then she answered.
”Hello? Who is this?” Jeanne’s voice sounded like she had been awake, Cereza felt relief.
”Hello, Jeanne. I just wanted to call you. I couldn’t sleep.” Cereza said in a soft tone, which seemed to peak Jeanne’s interest.
”Oh? Is that right, how can I help you, Dear?” Jeanne said in a playful tone, Cereza could barely handle it. She tightened her grip on the table as she prepared for her next words.
”I- I need you. Here.” Cereza couldn’t form anything else intelligent, but it seemed to send the right message.
”Aah… Wait for me, Darling.” Jeanne said. She hung up, before Cereza could answer anything else.
Darling? She called me… Darling.
Her whole body reacted to it, she felt like this must be a really good dream. She tried to not think too much so she wouldn’t wake up too soon. Her abdomen tingled and felt warm. She decided to go freshen up in the bathroom, it would clear her mind a bit. She stepped into the bathroom, contemplating if she should shower. Her bathroom smelled like violets and sandalwood, which calmed her senses. She looked at herself in the mirror again, lipstick still smudged on her lip. She decided to clean it, it would be too awkward to explain. As she took out the make-up wipe, she thought of what she would say to Jeanne.
”I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
No, no. That would be too needy.
”It sounded like you’ve wanted to call me darling for a long time, Dear.”
No, that would be too much.
She struggled with the right words, she felt like a fish out of water. It made her feel self-conscious, something she hadn’t felt for a while.
A knock echoed through her apartments hallway, startling her back to reality. She speed walked to the door, fixing her hair before opening the door. Jeanne stood there, looking at Cereza with heavy gaze.
”Evening, Cereza. Can I come in?” Jeanne asked playfully, undressing Cereza with her eyes. Jeanne had her red motorbike gear on, carrying her helmet under one of her arms. It made her look rough and beautiful, like a rose.
”Come on in, Dear.” Cereza said in a seductive tone, she felt much more confident now that she was here. Jeanne giggled softly and stepped in, not breaking eye contact with Cereza. The ebony haired witch closed the door behind her.
”So. Why did you need me here?” Jeanne looked over her shoulder, still staring at Cerezas outfit.
”I- I have a confession to make. I just couldn’t sleep, my heart still races when I think about what could’ve happened if I..” Cereza paused, she felt like her emotions were about to burst. Jeanne’s face changed from playfully flirty to genuine concern. She put her helmet down and took her gear off while listening Cereza speak.
”I don’t want something like that to happen again, at least not like that. I have feelings for you, so deep that I can’t even explain them in full.” Cereza continued, not being able to look at her dear Jeanne in the eye. ”I just want you to know that what I am feeling has been within me for a long time and I feel it strong as ever.” Cereza stared at the wall, her hand still against the door. Everything was quiet for a while, she feared that Jeanne would give her the cold shoulder and leave her there.
”I was so afraid that you’ve forgotten. My dear Cereza, before I lost you, we had made a bond of love.” Jeanne explained walking towards her long lost lover with teary eyes, Cereza’s heart ached from seeing her like this. She held out her hands to call Jeanne in her arms, which she did. ”I have longed for your embrace for hundreds of years. You still feel as much like home like you did back then.” Cereza’s tears finally flowed from her lovers words, she knew there was something. Her heart filled with happiness and completion, like she solved the greatest mystery of her past. Jeanne held her and cried with her, her tears were heavy with loneliness and despair.
”Why. Why didn’t you tell me?” Cereza asked with wet cheeks, holding the blonde woman’s face in her hands. Jeanne looked at her face, feeling too many emotions to sort out any real reason for not telling this sooner.
”Cereza, I think… I just wanted to know if you would feel the same without my advances.” Jeanne blushed and avoided her lovers gaze. ”I was getting worried, I thought that you just thought of me as a shopping friend. I didn’t want to ruin out friendship. I love you too much to lose you like that.” Jeanne continued, finally looking Cereza in the eyes. They shared a look of longing in that moment, wanting to skip the talking.
”Jeanne, I love you. I want you.” Cereza said, sliding her hand behind Jeanne’s neck. Jeanne took her waist and pulled her closer.
”Cereza, I've loved you for too long to even think to say no to you.” Jeanne whispered in her black haired lovers mouth, finally kissing her deeply. They both let out hums of pleasure, sliding their hands against each other. Cereza guided her lover down the hallway, towards her bedroom, pulling away from the kiss with a mischievous look.
”Alright then, come to mommy.” Cereza pulled away from Jeanne’s embrace and waltzed into her bedroom, Jeanne right at her heel. Jeanne giggled at her lovers toying and thought of a few ways to reward her for it. As Jeanne reached the bedroom door, Cereza was already laying on her bed. Her gown slipping from her shoulder, reveling just enough of her breast to tease the imagination. Her legs slid against each other as she laid there, pushing the gowns slit to reveal her wetness. Jeanne let out a small growl, her abdomen tightened and warmed up.
”Come on, dear. Feast on me like you’ve done with your eyes.” Cereza said, opening her nightgown and revealing her body partially. Jeanne charged at her, kissing her in a way that made Cereza moan into her mouth with excitement. Jeanne’s hands slid against her pale skin still avoiding the most sensitive past of her body. She undressed herself from the white tank top she wore under her gear and loose ed her pants. Cereza helped with her pants and bra, sitting up to reach behind Jeanne’s back. She planted kissed up her stomach up to her neck, feeling her skin prickle from the soft touches. She threw her lovers bra on the floor and marveled for a moment.
The moonlight made her hair shine like silk, it draped over her shoulder and covered one of her boobs, making her look like a beautiful lesbian renaissance painting. Jeanne couldn’t help but do the same, looking down at Cereza. Her ebony hair had formed small locks against her face, that made her look naughty. Her gown still draped over her body, it made her look like a beautiful daydream. Cereza’s eyes got dark and needy, looking up at her blonde lover with a smirk. She grabbed Jeanne’s breast and kissed her nipple, massaging it gently. Jeanne gasped and made a small moan, she took a fistful of Cereza’s hair and guided her to do more. Cereza liked her nipple and started sucking on it, sending a jolt of pleasure down Jeanne’s spine. Her lower stomach burned and the heat pulsed down to her clit, aching to be treated the same. Jeanne bit her lip and tilted her head back, gripping her lovers hair tight. Cereza’s unoccupied hand reached up to Jeanne’s pussy, which was drooling from her touch. She slid her fingers over her clit to her opening, which made Jeanne let out a needy stifled moan. Cereza made eye contact with her as she sucked on her nipple and thrusted her fingers inside. Jeanne gasped, gazing at her lover with her mouth open, it made Cereza jump up to kiss her deeply. Jeanne pushed Cereza on the bed and started to trail her lips down her body, stopping and hovering over her clit.
“Can I?” Jeanne asked, purring.
“Show mommy what you can do.” Cereza replied, fondling her own breast. Jeanne smirked at Cereza calling herself mommy, but she liked it. She dug in, lips against her pussy, tongue sliding over her clit. Cereza gasped and moaned from the waves of pleasure, her fingers rolled her nipple in rhythm with Jeanne’s tongue. Jeanne was sent into bliss with every moan Cereza made, her hands gripped the ebony haired witches thighs. Cereza rocked her hips against Jeanne’s face, moaning and breathing heavy. Jeanne couldn’t wait any longer and slid her fingers in her lovers opening. This sent Cereza into a rushing feeling of pleasure, gripping her bedsheets in ecstasy.
“I’m. Going to. GaAH-“ Cereza couldn’t form words, her mind was clouded by pleasure. With each thrust her lover made, the closer her climax was. Jeanne hummed against her clit, which made vibrations that finally tipped her over the edge. Whit a final hip thrust, she came on her lovers face, which Jeanne cleaned with her warm tongue. Cereza panted on the bed, feeling better than she’s ever felt. Jeanne climbed on top of her with a dazed look, clearly wanting more. Cereza chuckled.
“You did so well, dear. Is it your turn?” Cereza asked with purr, Jeanne smirked at the sight of her lovers ecstasy filled face.
“Yes, please. My Darling wife.” Jeanne responded, sliding her hands all over Cereza’s body. Cereza made a small gasp and then giggled.
“Oh? So I fuck you once and now I’m your wife?” Cereza grabbed Jeanne’s hips and threw her on the bed. Jeanne giggled as she landed on her side.
“Do you really think this is our first time?” Jeanne asked with a smirk. Cereza smiled at her and kissed her. Their intimate touches and small banter fulfilled their every desire they had. Cereza had her way with her blonde lover, laying close to her as she fucked her with her fingers. Jeanne’s face filled with desire and ecstasy, her moans sounding like beautiful song to Cereza’s ears. It all was more than she could handle. As Jeanne reached her climax Cereza kissed her lover, muffling her loud moan. They held each other, panting and kissing their lips together. Cereza thought that she would never find something this good with anyone else. They stared at each others eyes, smiling.
“Jeanne, are you actually my wife?” Cereza asked, laying her head next to hers.
“If you want it too, then yes.” Jeanne responded, pulling a blanket over their naked bodies. Cereza hummed and kissed her neck.
“Well, then. Should we at least go for a engagement shopping trip? I’m thinking, Venice.” Cereza said, cuddling closer to her wife. Jeanne giggled and kissed her forehead.
“And how about dinner in Rome?” Jeanne asked.
“That sounds beautiful, darling.” Cereza responded with a sleepy voice, ready to fall asleep in Jeanne’s arms.
“We should by those sex toys that I hear about all the time.” Cereza said, before falling asleep. Jeanne chuckled and snuggled against her.
“Yeah, we should.”