wicked is coming

I'll get you, my pretty, & your happy ending too. Muse & Mun 21+ Warning: Dark themes & sexual content. NSFW. Proud member of the [Wickedest Desires RPG]

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Wickedest Desires || Ella and Belle

[darlingxbelle]

"If you say for me to make a damned appointment one more time, I’m going to scream!" Belle fisted her hands at her sides like an obstinate child trying to get her way. She knew this was risky, intruding into the home without having asked or being invited, but there was no way she was going to lay low and this this happen. "I’m sick of it. I’m here now so why don’t you talk to me?"

She looked around a moment. Having never been inside of the house, Belle was taken aback a moment at the grandeur of the mansion. Everything was so organized, well-placed, and clean. After spending most of her time with her beloved dusty books, she found it rather refreshing — but that did not mean she liked the woman.

Something on the wall caught her eyes. The very same dagger she had seen a picture of at the pawn shop was mounted on the wall before her. “Rumplestiltskin”, it read. The word stirred something within her that she could not put a name to. Her heart felt as if someone had reached into her chest and was slowly squeezing it, making her feel hollow and empty… Belle turned back to the mayor and the feeling was suddenly gone.

"If you’re not going to see reason," she said quietly. "Then I’ll see what the town says about it. We’ll see… we’ll see what everyone thinks — I think you’ve not seen about that because you’re afraid to lose. You’re scared…" Belle grinned lightly. "I’m not."

[thewickedwitchx]

The nerve of this woman! Intruding into her home like she wasn't the Mayor of this Godforsaken town! "We have nothing further to discuss, Ms. French, and as I've already told you. This is my home until my work shift starts and you are being completely inappropriate and not to mention disrespectful." 

Belle's eyes drifted behind her but she didn't bother following suit. She knew what was on the wall -- the Dark One's dagger -- but she was far more interested in his beloved's reaction. She didn't disappoint. Lena watched something flicker in her eyes -- some sort of recognition or...something akin to...sorrow, then she watched the curse wipe it all away as Belle turned her blue eyes back to hers. The corners of her mouth tipped up lightly.

"Why would I be afraid, dear?" She leaned in close, her voice low as her brow quirked at Belle. "This town loves their Mayor. Which is more than can be said about some dusty old building with dusty old books." And a stuffy librarian -- but she didn't say that last part out loud. "You can take it up with the Council and the people all you like, but you'll be sorely disappointed."

She smiled then, wickedly.

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Wickedest Desires: Regina and Emma

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Clearly that potion she’d made took away some of Emma Swan’s brain cells if her response was to go in guns blazing. Whatever the hell that turn of the phrase meant, Regina thought with a morose smile playing at her cherry lips. “If you honest to God believe that running in all half-cocked against a villain far more manipulative than I is a good idea you’re an even bigger idiot than your parents.” And that was saying something considering idiot one and idiot two most certainly took the cake for idiotic schemes. Although she did have to hand it to them for managing to outsmart and capture Rumpelstiltskin that one time. Regina sighed pensively, every idiot had their day and that just happened to be theirs.

"I mean really what are you thinking is going to happen?" The former queen demanded completely ignoring the assassin comment the savior — even thinking the word made her stomach churn with hatred and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on — had made regarding her new living arrangements. Zelena had taken away all of Regina’s power and pride. Of course the woman wanted that position back. If anyone was going to make Snow and Charming’s lives miserable it was going to be her. As far as the raven-haired beauty was concerned she was the only one allowed to mess with them and anyone else so much as attempting was a menace. Even if she did have to give the bitch credit for a few of her more brilliant twists.

Crossing the room Regina continued on with her original thought “That she’s going to just hand you over the keys to the city and tell you the thing she loves the most. In case you weren’t aware, Ms. Swan,” An authoritative tone tinged her voice making her feel slightly more confident than before. “there is far more to breaking the curse than destroying the paper that it’s written on.” How Emma could forget what Regina had given up to save her and their son’s stupid family she would never know. Invading Emma’s personal space Regina allowed a look of sorrow to flash briefly in her eyes. “I had to give up Henry. I had to give up the only person left in all the realms that ever cared about me to atone for my sins. As far as we know Lena doesn’t love anyone or anything!”

[thewickedwitchx]

The woman inched closer, stepping into her space and Emma's stomach jumped at the sadness reflected in her eyes. Or so she told herself. She also told herself it was pride that wouldn't allow her to back away. She made a face then, grimacing at the brunette's words -- she'd forgotten that little detail, the sacrifice of the thing you love most, when throwing her plan together and she was sorry for it. Her voice was soft when she spoke. "Regina, look, that's...that's not what I meant. I know what you had to give up, I know what you did for me and what you did for Henry."

Their gazes held and Emma found her hand reaching out grasp Regina's arm. "Thank you," she murmured sincerely. "And I'm sorry. I'm just...so frustrated! I'm sick of this, we haven't gotten any closer to figuring anything out or formulating a feasible plan of attack. We have to do something! We can't just sit around twiddling our thumbs waiting for something to spring up that we could use against her."

Emma frowned suddenly, green eyes narrowing slightly. "Maybe that's it," she muttered. "Everyone has a weakness, everyone has something or someone they love most. It's just a matter of finding it." Emma smirked. "Tell me everything you know about Zelena, or take me to someone who does." 

[all-about-tink]

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Lena grinned at Faye's begging, at the way the woman ground her hips down onto her hand, but she wouldn't continue -- Faye hadn't told her the truth, she'd just been evasive. She blew over her clit, tongue flicking out over the sensitive bud once more.

"Sometimes it's okay to give into what you want, Faye," she murmured darkly. "Go on, sweet girl, tell me. You can trust me. We can be on the same side, we can work together. Give yourself to me and I can give you this." She moved her fingers once, twice, then lowered her mouth again to torment her further.

"Tell me," she whispered against her skin, just barely loud enough to be heard over Faye's gasps and groans, but surely she could feel the words forming against her heated flesh. "Tell me, Tink."

[concealdontfeelxo]

Zelena, Mayor of Storybrooke has the honor of inviting you to THE STORYBROOKE BALL.

Please join us in raising funds for the school library during an elegant evening, filled with music and dance.

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[thewickedwitchx]

Faye was steeped in pleasure, her lust-addled brain making her eyes unfocused on Lena. Lena licked her lips, beginning to slowly move her fingers inside of the blonde. “What do I want?” She leaned forward, used her teeth and tongue against Faye’s clit then beginning to pick up the pace, wanting to make good on her promise of pleasure and dangling her inevitable release over her head. She got her close, right on the very edge, before she stopped once more, watchful eyes studying her writhing form. “The truth Faye, I want the truth.” 

She curled her fingers, hitting that spot inside of Faye that she knew would make her wild with want for her, but again she ceased her ministrations, smiling as she did so. “That seems like a fair trade, no? Your truth for your pleasure.” She moved abruptly, one rough push into her with her fingers. “Your…release. You want that don’t you? You’re so hot right now, so slick with desire, and so, so close…you need it.”

She did it once more, sucking hotly on her inner thigh as she saw what she could do to her, what she could make her do in return. “Look at you, begging for me so wantonly. Who’d have thought the postulant to be so needy? But I suppose it shouldn't surprise me...you've always been a bit more eccentric compared to the other nuns...vain, stubborn, mischievous...” She said the words pointedly as they were often used to describe pixies, giving Faye the opening if she so dared to take it.

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Lena hummed again, chuckling lightly at the hissing noise Faye made before moving back lower so that her hot breath danced over her aching center. She loved to hear them beg, reveled in the pleas and gasps and cries and crazed, glazed over eyes. Her tongue flicked out over Faye’s clit once more, then she licked at her core — one wicked swipe of her tongue — but she stopped there.

“You’ve been keeping something from me,” she murmured against heated flesh. “Haven’t you?”

Her lips moved back to Faye’s thigh, teeth grazing up until she could nip at her knee. Then her hand was there, right there where she knew the pixie wanted her most and she teasingly dipped a finger inside of her. She was so tight, so wet, and Lena smirked again. She pulled her hand away, closed her mouth over her finger and sucked at Faye’s juices while her eyes held the blonde’s intensely.

“Mmmm,” she chuckled, releasing her finger with a resounding pop. “You see Faye, I can give you unimaginable pleasure…but you have to give me something in return.” This time she pushed two fingers inside of her then pressed against that little bundle of nerves with her thumb but stilled her movements, refusing to create that glorious friction that would send her over the edge. “What are you going to give me in return?” 

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Wickedest Desires: Regina and Emma

"I’m coming." Annoyance dripped each syllable of the former Queen’s words. Former. The realization alone caused her features to crease with sadness as a wistful look took hold of her exotic eyes. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. Not that the brunette beauty was completely shocked that once again her happy ending had been ripped away from her. Happiness was not something everyone got to have, and she was certainly one of those unlucky people. Happy endings were only meant for the very few, honestly the idea that so many should aspire to that all encompassing love seemed like an archaic notion.

Why should little girls grow up thinking that the only thing they had to look forward to was being rescued from a terrible situation by their prince or their king? Shouldn’t these children be told the truth, that sometimes the prince or the king was a part of the thing repressing you. Cora had seen to it that her daughter was nothing more than a pawn to be bargained with. A simple chip that could be used in trade to the king for the kingdom that she so desired. King Leopold had not leaped onto a horse at the realization that his future bride was unhappy with the intent to save her.

As most all men did the king had taken what he believed to be his and did with it — her — as he had pleased for as long as he wanted. Her only happiness had come from within herself, from the power that she had clung to so desperately allowing her the ability to fully take back her life.  In the quiet light of day those horrendous acts often haunted the former queen, her only solace being that she had been able to choose something for herself. Like heroine coursing through the veins of an addict the power that accompanied magic had taken hold and not let go. Every spell brought forth a high greater and more intense than the last.

Pressing away the onslaught of emotions that often accompanied thoughts of her since deceased mother she grasped the knob of her door. Creaking the door pulled inwards, revealing to Regina none other than Emma Swan. Her nemesis turned ally. “I told you earlier I don’t have any information on our fearless Mayor yet.” Zelena, or Lena as she liked to be called in this world, had been unusually vigilant with her Mayoral duties.

[thewickedwitchx]

Emma's green eyes met Regina's, her brow quirking at the brunette. "Hello to you too," she replied, hands falling to her hips. Their gazes held for a minute and Emma noted how exceptionally brown Regina's eyes seemed to be today. She cleared her throat, finding herself uncomfortable for lingering then simply pushed the door open further so that she could enter the apartment despite the lack of invitation.

"But while we're on the subject, you really need to get on that." Once inside she turned slowly. Her place was smaller than the mansion she once lived in, but the clean lines and colors of the decor was still every bit Regina. "Nice," she said absentmindedly. "A bit of a downgrade, but that's to be expected all things considering."

Emma's lips pursed and she sighed agitatedly. "Anyway, look I think I have a better idea on how to deal with this whole mess. I think we should go in guns blazing. Now. It's been weeks already and Zelena- did you know that means 'green,' by the way? Ironic, isn't it? I wonder if she chose that name." She shook her head, face scrunching before trying to get back on track. "Well like I said, Zelena has no clue that some of you still remember and that I'm the Savior. She has no magic here, or so we assume, but even if she did, I'm the Savior, I should be able to tap into my own, right? And if we just...catch her off guard, we can detain her while we look for the scroll she used to cast the curse and rip it apart the way that you did with yours and that should fix everything."

She was rambling, she knew she was, it was a habit she had when she had too many thoughts in her head and not enough of an outlet. It didn't help that they were making progress at the pace of a snail. She sighed frustratedly at that. She was so done with patience and planning and lying and watching her loved ones be so miserable. Perhaps it was the part of her that was every bit her father's daughter -- punch first, ask questions later -- but they needed to do something because she was going to lose her mind at the rate they were going.

[darlingxbelle]

Wickedest Desires || Ella and Belle

[darlingxbelle]

Before the mayor could close the door fully and block her off completely, Belle pushed her way into the house, her hands clenched at her sides. There was a fire in her eyes - one of determination and she was not about to back down. “I said I don’t want an appointment,” she cried, glaring at the woman who seemed so hell bent on getting rid of her. It was not going to be easy. As much as she said this was not an affront on her as a person, that was difficult for her to believe being as the library was her most treasured possession.

"I’m not just going to walk away from this, Ella," Belle stated, saying the woman’s name for the first time. Something about doing so made her feel even more invincible, almost as if nothing done or said could harm her. "How could you say that it’s a waste of space?  During the school season, I see dozens of students come in to study. Where will they learn if you tear the place down — and don’t you dare say the internet. Books are so much better than staring at a computer screen all day, striving to find a reputable source and all that rot. You can’t just rip the place apart and build on top of it, it’s not right!"

[thewickedwitchx]

She jumped back with a start as Belle shoved past her and into her home, yelling at her. The nerve! She never let anyone speak to her that way and she certainly wasn't going to start now. Ella left her spot at door and whirled to face the other woman.

"First of all, how dare you come uninvited into my home! I could have you arrested for trespassing and harassment!" she seethed. "Second of all, it is a waste of space! The students are more than welcome to use the school as an academic resource, plus it does have it's own library room. Tons of schools are turning to technology to distribute information, it's just a matter of finding credible and legitimate websites. It's far easier to search for key words and phrases instead of leafing through endless amounts of pages trying to find information on just one thing. Also, how many people carry their books around on smart phones and eReaders nowadays? Some colleges are even offering their texts online. We must keep up with the times Ms. French, lest we waste away in an archaic system of bounded pages. This way is far more efficient."

She put her hands on her hips and stared her down. "Thirdly, I can do what I want. I'm the Mayor of this town, and if you have a problem with that..." She inched forward to lean her face close to Belle's and lowered her voice to a hiss. "Make an appointment." 

[thewickedwitchx]

Ella could feel her beginning to build and she smirked, that was exactly where she wanted her. She rubbed at her, fingers relentless, and bit lightly at her shoulder. “You have been a naughty girl, Faye,” she purred against her skin. “You deserve to be punished.”

She moved her lips lower, trailing kisses over her collarbone and between the valley of her breasts. Her hands pushed the skirt of Faye’s dress up higher as her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down while she continued her descent. They were long past the point of no return. She would have the pixie — her body and her confession — and she was going to love every minute of it.

Her teeth nipped playfully at Faye’s hip bone before soothing over the spot with her tongue. Then she used her tongue to trace a path across her belly to her other hip before using her teeth once more. Feel. Feel everything.

"I’m going to punish you," she told her, finally moving down between the other woman’s legs. Her mouth watered at the sight of her slick sex and she couldn’t stop the groan that passed through her lips.

Then she set her mouth on her, suckled roughly at her clit — no more teasing, no more waiting. Her tongue flicked expertly over her — soft, hard, slow, rough — in an endless array of combinations. She wanted to get her there, but not fast, and by the way the woman writhed beneath her ministrations, she knew it wouldn’t be long until her release hit…so she backed off a little, moving her mouth to Faye’s thigh where she alternated between peppering kisses and using her tongue.

"Mmmm," she hummed. "You like that, don’t you? Tell me you like it, naughty girl."

[all-about-tink]

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Ella moaned, breaths coming out in short little bursts of air at the feel of Faye’s lips moving softly over her body. Her hands delved into the blonde’s hair and massaged lightly at her scalp, urging her on. She rode on the sensation, allowing her desire to burn and consume, but always in the back of her mind she was calculating, waiting for the opportune moment to pounce on the pixie at her weakest.

Ella’s eyes opened and she looked down to lock gazes with Faye when she had abruptly stopped her lips from kissing any lower than her stomach. Then she was moving back up, little nips and licks up her body that left Ella frustrated and aching for more of that dark, delicious pleasure. She felt Faye’s fingers dig into her shoulders before she abruptly ground her hips down against Ella’s.

Her body jerked, her own hips instinctively bucking up in an attempt to create more heat between them. Faye’s breathy words came out unsteadily and she stilled. Ella knew she was losing her, and fast too. She needed to keep Faye occupied, steeped in pleasure and away from her sober thoughts. Her own pleasure and release could wait.

She moved fast, faster than most people often gave her credit for, and suddenly sat up as she used her momentum to knock Tink back onto the sofa. She hovered over the blonde, straddling her hips and braced on her hands and knees. Ella didn’t give her a chance to protest, mouth fusing to hers once more as her hand slid roughly up her leg.

Ella broke the kiss as she cupped her, pleased to find her panties soaked through. She smiled and placed an open-mouthed kiss to her cheek before trailing her lips along her jaw and pressing the heel of her palm into Faye’s little bundle of nerves.

"Are you having second thoughts, dear?" She pressed a little harder, her teeth grazing over the pulse point just below Faye’s ear. "Your body betrays you. I know you want me. I know you want this. I can feel you burning hot for me."

[wickedevents]

She always believed that people were — to their core — selfish by nature, and she was most definitely no exception to that theory. She thrived most in her desires, in every aspect of her life, and early on, she had discovered how addictive her personality could be. It was simple really, whatever gave her the most pleasure, she sought…and continued to seek for as long as it suited her. When it stopped, she looked for new things to latch on to. It was an extreme way to live and naturally, as was the way of the world, there had to be consequences. It never mattered to her though, what the price was (and more often than not it was heavy), she paid every time.

For instance, she wanted power…she turned green. Others would have been appalled, would have shied away from such greatness like cowards. Not her though, she merely saw the price as a small inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.

She continued to mull over her thoughts as her feet carried her through a bare corridor of the top-most floor in the hospital. It was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that made people nervous and wring their hands together in an anxious gesture. She didn’t mind it, she liked the quiet, especially when her mind was always full of noise.

At the end of the hall, she stopped in her tracks and studied the heavy-duty doors. RESTRICTED ACCESS, it read in bold, block letters. She glanced at the security pad on the wall beside the entrance and walked over to it. It was simple, plain black with one tiny, little bulb in the corner that glowed red. Her hand reached out, stroking at it lightly — state of the art, durable, secure. She dropped her hand, smiling as she did so. She loved the technology in this world.

Ella reached into her pocket and pulled out a blank, white key card. She held it over the pad for a few seconds and waited. After a moment, there was a loud, buzzing noise that filled the hallway, followed by the light on the keypad turning green, and the sharp click of the doors unlocking. She pocketed her key then grasped the handle and pulled the door open.

Where the corridor she had just come from had been empty and seemingly deserted, this portion of the wing was bursting with life. Nurses and doctors bustled about, machines beeped, and light chatter filled the air. Nobody paid her any mind, nobody ever did, and she preferred it that way. 

She walked all the way to the back, heels clicking as she strolled leisurely amongst the employees — her employees. The curse had given them human forms and she had to admit, the change wasn’t unpleasant. It was a step up from the monstrosities she’d had to lay her eyes upon for endless years.

At the end of hall was a room with glass windows, she stood in front of it with her arms crossed and her expression unreadable. She felt rather than heard the resident psychiatrist join her on her right side. It pleased her greatly. She’d trained them well — to make as little noise as possible, to slip in and out of places undetected…but she always knew. It was her job to know.

"Madam Mayor," he said in greeting.

"How is she?" she wondered, no patience for formalities.

"Her condition remains the same."

Ella’s lips pursed at that and her thoughts swirled about in her head. She studied the figure lying motionless on the bed in the room, hooked up to monitors and an iv drip — a young woman with blonde hair and a kind face. Her stomach clenched and she nodded before turning her head back to the doctor.

"Keep her on the Lithium, her hallucinations must be controlled. Up the dosage if you need to." Her voice was clipped and it was all she said before going back the way she had came. She’d be back though, she always came back.

[all-about-tink]

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She groaned loudly at the feel of Faye's clever fingers beginning to massage her nipples, the sensitive flesh pebbling into tight buds. God, it felt so good to be touched this way, it had been so long since the last time she had allowed someone to pleasure her. She'd more important things on her mind, she tried to remind her self that she still did and not to lose her focus, but with the blonde's hands on her...the way she took control and pushed her back down on the couch...how she straddled her and settled her weight over her...it was hard to focus on anything except the throbbing ache between her legs.

Faye gripped her wrist, forced her arm up, and her back arched up off the sofa. The pixie's face was so flushed and close and then her teeth were sinking into Ella's bottom lip, making her gasp, and her hips rocked up to meet Faye's. She wished the woman would hurry up and remove her pants already, she wanted to feel the friction of skin against skin.

You sure you want me to touch you, Madame Mayor?

"Fuck!" Ella hissed. "Yes! Yes," she said almost desperately and then the other woman's hands were back on her torso -- stroking, massaging, igniting.

But she wanted more, so much more, and so she delved her own hands into Faye's hair and tugged her down so that her lips fell against skin. "Use...mmmm...your mouth," she exhaled on a shaky breath, her voice needy as she guided Faye's head to hover over her breast where the blonde's thumb was brushing over the peak of her nipple. "I want you to use your mouth."

[thewickedwitchx]

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“I want to touch you there,” she agreed huskily, a shiver running down her spine at the feel of Faye’s fingers massaging into her skin. Every inch of her was sensitive to touch, the anticipation almost overwhelming — it was

glorious.

“I want to make you burn for me,” she…

[thewickedwitchx]

She hummed in approval, chuckling as her shirt was torn open and buttons went flying. Normally she preferred being in control, but once in awhile she didn’t mind it with the right person and considering finding out if Faye had retained any of her true self with the curse was her top priority, Faye most definitely was the right person. Ella would let her have her way this once, needing the woman to trust that this was a safe space. Besides, if it meant pleasure for Ella as a side benefit, well who was she to argue?

She closed the distance between them, tongue flicking out over Faye’s lips as the woman stripped her of her blouse. “Mmm,” she chuckled again, loving the way the cool air hit her burning flesh. “I want your hands on me… I want your mouth all over me.”

Ella grabbed Faye’s hands and pressed them to her aching breasts. Her head tipped back and she shut her eyes as the new sensation sent desire straight into her core. “Oh God. Touch me, Faye, touch me.”

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“I want to touch you there,” she agreed huskily, a shiver running down her spine at the feel of Faye’s fingers massaging into her skin. Every inch of her was sensitive to touch, the anticipation almost overwhelming — it was glorious.

“I want to make you burn for me,” she murmured into the pixie’s ear.

Her eyes sparked mischievously on Faye’s when the woman turned and commented on her attire, then her hand started to inch down Ella’s side and Ella’s hands gripped at Faye’s hips, her breath coming out on a gasp and her fingers digging in roughly when Faye reached for her blouse. She pulled, made their bodies bump as she leaned forward so her mouth hovered enticingly over the blonde’s.

"Rip it to shreds," she dared, speaking the words over Faye’s lips.

[thewickedwitchx]

[thewickedwitchx]

She could pinpoint the exact moment of surrender just before Faye started to kiss her back and she hummed in approval. Yes. She drew the blonde’s bottom lip into her mouth, teeth scraping and tongue soothing, then she moved, shifting around on her knees to face Ella. They…

[thewickedwitchx]

Faye was so…responsive, body writhing beneath Ella’s as the tension coiled restlessly. She loved the noises the pixie made, loved knowing that she was the cause of them, and when Faye arched her back off the sofa, offering more of herself to her, Ella took without hesitation.

Ella released the blonde long enough to pull the other side of her dress down, exposing more of her silken flesh and setting to work on giving the neglected breast equal attention. Her hand covered the other breast, thumb brushing over the nipple and working it to match the stroking of her tongue on the other. More.

She pushed off of her suddenly, yanking her up and turning her around on the couch so that her back was pressed into hers. She set her lips along the curve of her neck while she tugged the dress down over Faye’s torso, and then her hands were everywhere, learning all of her bodies secrets — the sensitive spots that made her gasp or cry out, the places that made her tremble, the areas that had her head falling back onto Ella’s shoulder.

Ella smirked against her cheek then nipped playfully at her earlobe. “There’s a sweet girl,” she purred as her hands palmed at Faye’s breasts again. “Such a lovely, passionate thing, aren’t you?”

One of her hands reached down for the hem of her dress and slowly began to hike it up, her fingertips tracing over the planes of her thigh. “Do you want me to touch you there, Faye? Is that what you want?”

[thewickedwitchx]

Wickedest Desires RPG || Ella and Faye

[all-about-tink]

She turned Tink’s head back, her fingers firmly gripping the pixie’s jaw. Their eyes met…and Tink was unable to look away.

Or your worst enemy she had said. Tink could definitely see that happening. And as their mouths inched closer and the air around them seemed to grow thicker, Tink thought that she really should pull away and leave. Tell the witch that she was done with playing games for one evening. And she was going to say and do exactly that…if the witch hadn’t been the faster one and crashed their lips together.

A moment passed with Tink being frozen, feeling the rough kisses against her lips. But when another moment had passed, she’d already forgotten why she’d been in such a hurry to leave. Her lips started moving against the witch’s, not being gentle since this clearly wasn’t a time for that. It wasn’t about feelings and love, it was about needs.

Her heart was hammering against her chest as Tink shifted, supporting her weight on her knees as she turned to place her arms around the witch’s neck. Her lips started exploring the witch’s jaw before returning back to those venomous lips. She smiled against them. This was so reckless. And so good. She leaned back against the sofa, pulling the witch down with her. Legs tangled together, Tink’s hands found the witch’s hair and tugged at it, giving her the exposure she needed to let her lips land on the witch’s neck. Her teeth grazed against the sensitive skin above her pulse before letting her lips trail back up to the jaw, planting chaste kisses along the way.

[thewickedwitchx]

She could pinpoint the exact moment of surrender just before Faye started to kiss her back and she hummed in approval. Yes. She drew the blonde's bottom lip into her mouth, teeth scraping and tongue soothing, then she moved, shifting around on her knees to face Ella. They never broke contact, continuing to fan the embers burning within them. 

Ella felt Faye's arms go around her neck and she inched closer, pressing her body into the other woman's. Their breasts brushed and Ella's grew heavy and aching -- she wanted them both out of her clothes now, but she resisted the urge to tear them from their bodies. There was more pleasure to be had through denial, more sensations to heighten and feel, and she craved that.

Her eyes fluttered open on a gasping breath when Faye broke the kiss and moved her lips to her jaw. Mmm. She tiled her head to the side to give her better access then smirked as their mouthes met again. Who'd have thought that the fairy would have been such a good kisser? Who'd have figured her sexual appetite to be so explosive and...wicked?

Faye leaned back into the cushions and Ella followed, climbing over the back of the sofa and settling her weight over Faye as their legs tangled. She wished she was wearing a skirt instead of slacks so that she could feel her smooth skin rubbing against hers, but they could get to that later. Then Faye's hands delved into her hair, tugging roughly back so that her neck was once more exposed for her lips. She shuddered, moaning as Faye's teeth scraped over her pulse point before her lips kissed a trail back up her neck.

"Shit," she hissed, desire continuing to pool low in her stomach.

Her hands, of their own accord, began to explore Faye's body, moving up her sides until her thumbs could brush the undersides of her breasts -- soft curves and gentle lines, scorching heat through the thin material of her dress...Ella growled needily, grasping Faye's wrists and forcing her arms above her head.

"I want you," she told her, speaking the words against her mouth, her tongue flicking out over her lips. 

She cuffed both of Faye's wrists in one hand, fusing their mouthes together once more as her free hand moved down to cup one of her breasts. She squeezed and stroked then abruptly pulled the material down and without warning closed her mouth over the sensitive flesh. She suckled -- hard -- and used her tongue expertly, rolling it around the tight little bud of her nipple. 

"You want me too," she told her, her teeth grazing over the peak. "Don't you, Faye?"