i published this on A03 a couple months back but havenât had any motivation to continue it. iâm hoping some MS shippers can give me some ideas so i can give this story rhenchapters it deserves :)
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âHilda I canât stay hereâ the ginger witch whispered loudly down the phone
âZelda you havenât got a choice everyone has to self-isolate; youâre going to have to keep each other company until it endsâ
âHilda, I swear to Satan himself, Iâm not staying here with a woman I barely knowâ Zelda gritted her teeth
âMiss Wardwellâs lovely Zelda, who knows you might make a friendâ Hilda giggled cheerily as Zelda rolled her eyes inhaling the cigarette sharply.
âweâll all be back together soon, enjoy the peace and quiet Zeldâsâ
âhm that is trueâ Zelda shrugged thinking of the long baths she could take, something she was unable to do with Sabrina and Ambrose at home.
âanyway, Zelda I have to go Dr Cee is making dinner tonightâ she giggled naughtily
âfabulousâ her eyes rolled once more as she hung up angrily.
Zelda wandered into the living area spotting a small brunette perched in an armchair
â836 in just one day thatâs horrificâ Mary exclaimed catching eyes with the ginger beauty for a slight second
âIt is; indeed, I hope the numbers lower in the next few daysâ Zelda sat across from the small woman
âthey said itâs going to be at least a month before the numbers reduce dramaticallyâ Mary twiddled her thumbs awkwardly knowing Zeldaâs unknown dislike for her
âlook I know Iâm not your favourite person for some reason, Iâm unsure to why but Iâd much rather be at home myself which I canât because itâs not there-â she sniffled sobbing quietly
âheyâ Zelda moved across to the woman her blue eyes glimmered as she looked up
âI donât dislike you, I just- I- donât really know you and itâs just a little awkward thatâs all. Especially because no one is here anymore and itâs just usâ Zelda rubbed her back comfortingly
âI understand thatâ she sniffled âbut Iâm so grateful you opened up your home to me this past week- after the fire and everything my headâs just been all over the place-â
âyou donât even have to explain yourself Mary, what happened must have been awful- I canât even begin to imagine but your welcome here as long as you wantâ Zelda smiled
âlet me make dinner? As a thank you for everything youâve done for me, itâs the least I can doâ she smiled
âif you insist, since Hilda isnât here you might have to become her temp as Iâm a dreadful cookâ she chuckled as Mary laughed
âhereâ Zelda handed her a tissue watching the women as she removed her glasses to dab her eyes. How had Zelda not noticed how striking this woman was before, quiet but attractive in a usual way.
âI miss Sabrina and Ambrose alreadyâ Zelda sighed, Mary handing her the tissue she used causing both women to laugh
âyoung love at its finest, theyâll both be fine, Iâm sure theyâre missing you tooâ Mary nodded
âwhat do you say I start cooking and you enjoy a nice bath, Iâm fed up of lounging. I never thought that sentence would ever come out of my mouthâ the small woman widened her eyes as Zelda giggled
âno, youâre right, Iâll pick out my best outfit, itâs a dateâ Zelda winked before walking upstairs
Maryâs mouth hung open at the thought of going on a date with Zelda, she quickly shook her head before heading off to the kitchen.
She had cooked her favourite recipe Italian chicken, wiping her flour covered hands onto the blue apron covered in sparkles, a small chuckle leaving her breath. She carefully hung it back onto the rack before making her way upstairs to get changed.
Her breath stopped momentarily as a pale shadow wrapped in nothing, but a small lilac towel walked in front of her turning into a rear room. Her ginger waves we clipped delicately up a few curls stuck to her, warmâŠdampâŠneck.
Mary felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks, seeing Zelda that bare resulted in her being stood still unable to erase the image from her mind, which she wasnât mad about.
As soon as she could feel her legs Mary ran into her room, shutting the door heavily her back hitting the hard wood instantly.
Mary Wardwell wasnât a sexual person. She hadnât made it to 47 unscathed of course not, however her inability to develop a sexual relationship with someone in the first 20 years of her life, resulted in her avoiding the matter at all cost. Feeling like something one would experience early on in their life made her feel utterly outcasted it hadnât happened to her.
Did she have to opportunity? Of course, what woman hasnât, but the want was never there. Something about seeing Zelda so exposed sparked something inside of her, something she couldnât understand, why now?
Pull yourself together. she mentally cursed shaking her head before entering the on suite.
Zelda curled her hair softly, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She never expected out of all people sheâd be self-isolating with one of Sabrinaâs mortal teachers. When the news was out that people had to stay at home, she was quickly ditched by everyone, not to any fault of theirs, they were happy. She just wasnât used to being the one left alone. Sabrina was staying at Nicks; Hilda was staying with Dr Cerberus and Ambrose was staying with Luke.
She didnât mind her own company she just felt odd being completely alone with a stranger, after her short-term marriage to Faustus she wasnât the same women she once was, she was incredibly broken even though she didnât want to admit it.
Zelda slipped into an emerald green blouse that tied around her neck loosely and exposed the mould of her breast completely, she paired it with a long black pencil skirt and her usual go to heels.
Was she overdressed? Maybe but when wasnât Zelda Spellman overdressed?
She needed to feel a slight bit of normality even if things were far from normal.
The red headed woman descended down the staircase as she was hit with the hellish smell of a homecooked meal, Zelda made her way into the kitchen where she saw the brunette woman peering inside the oven, Zeldaâs eyes wandered to the curves she had never laid her eyes on before
âZelda?â the small woman smiled as Zelda was snapped out of her thoughts
Zeldaâs lips parted at the woman who looked entirely unholy, Maryâs hair waved across her shoulders just curling underneath her shoulders. The woman whose glasses were nowhere to be seen smiled brightly once more at the ginger before her
âare you okay?â she questioned as Zelda nodded still drawn to the natural beauty Mary possessed never seeing her outside of her âworkwearâ
âyou look beautiful Maryâ Zelda looked her up and down once more before taking a seat
âas do you- I uh you always doâ she chuckled a slight blush appearing on Zeldaâs cheeks
âI hope you like chickenâ Mary laughed pulling the stuffed chicken out of the oven
âoh i- Iâm vegetarianâ Zelda spoke quietly
âshitâ Zeldaâs eyes widened at the swearing of the educated woman
âI knew I should have askedâ she held her head in her hands
âMaryâ Zelda walked next to her trying not to smile
âyes?â Mary sighed avoiding eye contact with the woman before her
âIâm just fucking with you, who doesnât like chicken?â she laughed as Maryâs mouth hung open
âyou nearly gave me a heart attackâ she held her chest before whacking Zelda lightly with the towel she held in her hand
âyou did not just hit meâ she stared at Mary her eyes wide
âyou deserved it-â Mary was cut off by Zelda hitting her back with a towel she quickly grabbed
âyouâre going to regret that Spellmanâ she looked at the attractive ginger who didnât think twice before running
âahh Mary no, pleaseâ she laughed the small brunette ran behind her chasing her around the full downstairs of the Spellman mansion, they had entered the kitchen again Zelda still in front of Mary.
Zelda came to a holt noticing Mary was nowhere to be seen, she retraced her footprints before turning her back to the supply cupboard. A lime green towel snaked around her waist pulling her into it, as she felt her back hit the wall harshly
Zeldaâs hair had loosely fell framing her face softly, she breathed heavy as the woman before her was inches away from her
âyou should know better than trying to fight fire with fire, Zeldaâ the bright blue eyes stared intensely at her, darker than before
Zelda felt the woman tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, both their chests rising against each other, before being pulled out of their intense encounter by a loud beeping coming from outside the kitchen
âthatâs the potatoesâ Mary whispered as Zelda nodded slowly
Mary eventually removed her arm from around the slim ginger before exiting the small room leaving a breathless Zelda, a small smile graced her lips before she shook her head abruptly
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