Britwitch's Cottage

[Luna_Wolf72]

*A few feet seperate us. She looks...edible. BUT I am not really here and so I can not do what I would like. INstead I close the distance and pull her close, hands gliding up into her hair, mouth tilting slightly to catch hers with a kiss. Bliss.*

I can`t stay. Am supposed to be sleeping. Just stopped by so you would know that a wolf missed a witchling.

*Another delicate kiss and I turn away, eyes bright gold.*

Soon, witchling.

*with those words, I leave*

 

[Britwitch]

It's nice to have you here for a fleeting moment than never to have had you here at all...

I murmur between kisses, shivering at her touch, at her taste, at her scent. She's intoxicating.

...and I look forward to it...

I watch her go, unable to take my eyes away until she has slipped out of sight. I remain looking at the empty doorway for a little while before the smell of baked bread permeates the air and snaps me back to the present.

Sighing I look back to my baking, removing the freshly baked loaf from the oven and replacing it with two trays of assorted cookies.

 

[Britwitch]

The real world calls me away but, as always, the door is left unlocked should someone find themselves wandering along the path in my absence and a plate of freshly baked cookies lies upon the table.

I pull my jacket on and head off down the path, disappearing amongst the trees and into the world beyond...

 

[Britwitch]

Four whole days off of work, the sun is shining, there are bulbs to plant in the garden and baking to be done...bliss.

Rolling up the sleeves of my oversized shirt, I haul a bucket of bulbs into the garden and am soon on my hands and knees, crawling around the ground, making holes and dropping bulbs into the rich, dark earth. There are irises, crocuses, daffodils and a host of others. My garden needs colour.

I wipe a grubby hand across my forehead and leave a streak of mud but I don't care. My hair is less than pristine, my jeans are rapidly growing damp around the knees but I'm in the fresh air and I love it.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

Grinning and sneaking behind the busty beauty, I grin, wriggling like an evil kitten before pouncing

Welcome back, I missed you

 

[Britwitch]

With a gasp of surprise I find myself pounced upon. My body pushed down upon the slightly damp grass. I wriggle a little until I can look up at the person who has leapt upon me with such apparent excitement, smiling broadly when I do. Blushing a little in the process.

Well it's nice to be back...and you've been missed too. Hope all is well with you...?

I make no attempt to get up. The view is lovely from down here and the grass is cool and refreshing against the patches of skin exposed by my wriggling..

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I smile as she turns under, but makes no attempt to get up. The smell of damp grass is all around us, the sounds of nature filtering through.

Unable to resist I lower my head until my lips touch hers, at first barely more than just our lips touching but then becoming deeper as it turns into a seeking kiss.

I missed you too, I also disappeared from lit for a while, though not of my own choice.

And things are very well with me, I hope they are with you

 

[Britwitch]

Returns the kiss, a hand rising to stroke through her hair.

My absence was not of my planning either, my return to work has had quite the impact...

A sigh

...but I now have a 4 day weekend to look forward to and work is finally starting to settle down so hopefully I'll get to visit more often.

A soft kiss of my own to her cheek then to her lips.

It is nice to see you.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

Smiling between each little kiss that we give each, nuzzling against the hand in hair, before kissing and playfully nibbling down her neck and then returning to her lips once more

I was cursed by technology and the evil ethernet demons that prevented me from coming online

A 4 day weekend hmm? Are there plans for any hanky and indeed panky?

And wickedly impish grin spreads across my lips

 

[Britwitch]

The RW buzzes in my ear like an infuriating insect making my nose wrinkle with contempt as I try to ignore it for a few more moments

Of course, should the opportunities present themselves, I would be more than happy to engage in both hanky and panky in the coming days...

A wink and a squeeze of the behind hovering above my body

...but now, for the moment, real life duties call and so I must depart but I hope, and am sure, our paths will cross again soon...

A parting kiss and I vanish from beneath her, leaving only my light perfume lingering momentarily in the air.

 

[Britwitch]

The cottage smells of lemons, after today's baking. A freshly made lemon cake stands cooling on the window ledge along with some lemon cupcakes.
The kitchen is once again spic and span as I swing the kettle over the flames to boil. A cup of tea to go with one of the cupcakes sounds like a very good idea to my mind.

I smooth my dress as I move to sit on the couch and look out over the garden. It's still relatively spartan but the ever increasing sunshine will soon work it's magic, of that I have no doubt.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Finding himself wandering a bit on such a fine day, the mild weather soothing, Noon remembers an invitation which had been previous extended. He begins picking his way through the woods until he finds the clearing in which her cottage was settled. With a thoughtful smile on his face, he simply strolled up to the door. He paused for a second, wondering at her choice of location. Secluded, no neighbors...very private.

He can smell a delightful scent...lemon cakes. With a grin, he knocks quickly on the door and then pushes the door open without waiting for acknowledgment. He HAD been invited, after all, even if it had been an open invitation and he was not necessarily expected. Besides, he was always going to choose his own entrance instead of waiting to be let in.

He notices her rising from the couch and he glances down at her dress and then up at her lovely freckled face. "Well, it's a pleasure to see you again. About time I had the opportunity to visit your cottage." He smirks as he begins looking around slowly. "Very charming, much like the hostess."

 

[Britwitch]

I barely heard the knock before the door started opening. Before I could stand up properly I found myself looking upon a visitor. One I had invited to call some time ago. I can't help but blush a little out of surprise.


"Well, it's a pleasure to see you again. About time I had the opportunity to visit your cottage. Very charming, much like the hostess."

"It's a pleasure to be seen," I reply, trying to repress another wave of red from painting my cheeks at his compliment.
"And I'm glad you got round to, well...calling round. The kettle will be boiled soon, can I offer you some tea? Or something stronger should you prefer. You can probably smell my baking and you're more than welcome to sample some if you'd like..."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He quirks an eyebrow up, noticing her blushing. Very cute indeed-he's pleased to have that effect on her, even more apparent after his compliment. He smiled again, deceptively sweet, as he closed the door behind him and stepped over closer to her. "Oh, I'm in time for tea? That would be great." He notes the kettle over the fireplace.

Then he looks down at her again as he moves in closer to her, his nose captivated by the delightful scents of baking as much as his eyes as drawn to the neckline of her dress. "Oh, I would be quite thrilled to sample a few things while I'm here...." He chuckles softly, and he's somewhat looming over the charming hostess. His hand lifts up to rest very lightly against her shoulder, fingertips lightly sliding against her bare skin. "It would be a shame to leave without having the chance."

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh, I would be quite thrilled to sample a few things while I'm here...."
I have to tilt my chin to meet his eyes as he moves to stand beside me.
His fingers graze my shoulder and an unmistakable tremor runs through my body. I can't tell if it's nerves or excitement or some strange combination of both.
"It would be a shame to leave without having the chance."

"Well have no fear, I like to make sure visitors to my cottage leave satisfied..."
I reply before wincing at my choice of words.

Smiling shyly I step around him and head towards the large kitchen table, taking two teacups and saucers from a shelf, along with two small plates for cake. Making the most of the moments with my face turned away from him to try and calm myself.
"Do you have a preference when it comes to tea...?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"Well have no fear, I like to make sure visitors to my cottage leave satisfied..."

He can only grin at that, meeting her eyes briefly. "Well if I'm very well satisfied, it might that I won't leave at all." He reaches up to brush a hair off of her forehead and then steps back to let he brush past as she goes to make tea. He follows her into the kitchen.

When she asks about tea, he slips up behind her, presses into her back, a hand resting on her hip as he leans forward. He lets her feel his hips nestled up against her from behind as he whispers into her ear, "I take it with sugar." his lips press lightly to her ear before he pulls away, smiling wickedly, giving her the opportunity to compose herself.

 

[Britwitch]

A gasp rises up in my throat as I feel him behind me, right behind me. His hand on my hip, his body against mine. Another shiver as warm breath dances over my ear and down the side of my neck.

"I take it with sugar."

"O-ok then..." I manage to murmur a little shakily after he has pulled away. Closing my eyes and trying to focus on not pouring scalding water over my own hand. Soon the leaves are steeping in the steaming liquid and I feel a little more settled as I pick up our teas and turn to face him.

"Why don't you go make yourself comfortable and I'll bring these over..." I gesture towards the couch with my head, holding a cup of tea in each hand.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He steps back to watch her as she pours, loving how unsettled her voice is, beginning to see the effect he's having on her. She's out of her element with him, and they both know it. He's enjoying seeing her so discomfitted in her own home. He glances down at her rear as she leans forward to pour, watching the dress rise up slightly over the backs of her thighs.

He nods as she indicates the couch. "Oh, I would very like to get more comfortable. That's very considerate of you." He moves over and sets down, glancing out the window for a moment while he waits for her to bring over his tea. He smiles as she hands it down to him, taking a quick sip and then holding the cup in his hand thoughtlessly.

"Very nice...." he says, but his eyes are on her legs rather than his tea at the moment, as are his thoughts.

 

[Britwitch]

"Very nice...."
"Glad you like it," I reply, heading back into the kitchen to pick up the plates and the lemon cake, along with a knife and cake slice.
Placing them on the small coffee table in front of the couch, I pick up my own tea and sit beside my guest. I sip the warm liquid and smile as it soothes my thirst and takes the edge off my inexplicable nerves.

"There's nothing quite like a cup of tea." I sigh, placing my cup on the table and leaning down and forward to the pull the cake closer. "I trust you would like a taste...?" I ask with a slightly teasing smile, looking back up at him over my shoulder, an eyebrow arched ever so slightly.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He sets his own cup down on the table as he watches her laying down plates, smiling at her activity. He breathes in deeply the scent of the lmon cake, sighing at the pleasant smell of it. "Oh I agree, there is nothing like a cup of tea."

When she does finally join him on the couch, he manages to scoot over very stealthily next to her until he's nearly pressed up against her. His hand reaches out to rest on her knee in lieu of an armrest, and he looks up at her face for a moment. She then leans forward for the cake and he lets his hand move against her thigh. "Yes, I would indeed like a taste, my dear." His eyes are brimming with mischief, and his tone is dark enough that it should be sending up alarm bells for her.

"Perhaps just a small one at first." He licks his lips lightly, sinfully.

 

[Britwitch]

"Yes, I would indeed like a taste, my dear."
I can feel my expression betraying my thoughts as I feel his hand skirt up my leg to my thigh, his palm almost gliding under the fabric of my dress. Somehow I am quite sure he isn't talking about my baking.
"Perhaps just a small one at first."

It would be so easy to just reach up and gently remove his hand but I can't make myself do such a thing. Instead I lean over further and cut into the cake, cutting two slices and placing each one carefully onto a plate. Lifting his plate I turn to offer it and jump slightly upon seeing how close he is to me.
"Would you like a fork or would you rather use your...your fingers...?"
My words fade off as I find myself unable to look away from his decidedly hungry stare.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He lightly gives her thigh a squeeze, and his hand shifts slightly on her thigh, the tips of his fingers dipping briefly up underneath just the hem of her dress. He smiles, watching her cut, knowing her discomfort, her uncertainty. For him, little right now is uncertain. He pulls his hand away after a moment, lifting it take the plate as she hands it back to him.

"Would you like a fork or would you rather use your...your fingers...?"

He doesn't respond verbally. His eyes are now locked on hers, piercingly, looking into her, seeing his reflection against her gray-blue irises. He simple reaches to pick up the bite of cake with his fingers, but instead of lifting it to his own mouth, he lifts it toward hers, extending it out in front of her shimmering lips. He still remains silent, but his body is moved further over yet again, close against hers, nearly pressing into her as he leans forward, watching.

 

[Britwitch]

At first I can't quite register what he's doing. My mind trying not to blow the feel of his hand on my thigh out of proportion.

I can feel him lean closer, smell the citrus flavoured cake between his fingers as he presents it to me, for me...but it seems to take a small eternity for the reality to dawn on me that he's waiting for me to take it.

The tip of my tongue wets my lips as I hesitate for an instant, before swallowing audibly, parting them and leaning closer to take the offered piece of cake into my mouth. Soft, warm lips closing around his fingertips in the process before shyly I pull my mouth and head away.

I chew and swallow the moist morsel, looking down at my lap, before looking back warily into his face.
"Thank you," My voice is ridiculously quiet, making me curse inwardly. "Didn't you want to try it though...?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He watches, waiting, an eyebrow lifting up questioning as she hesitates. Then she finally does lean forward to take the morsel from his fingers, and he nods at her smiling somewhat condescendingly, enjoying the feel of her lips and tongue against his fingers. Then once again, shy, she glances down while she chews and swallows. He takes the finger her lips had just been on, and brings them his own lips, sucking the tips off quickly.

Then she looks back to his face and he meets her eyes again, intensely. He sets his empty plate aside on the table, not really looking at it, as he leans in slightly closer.

"Didn't you want to try it though...?"

He nods softly and whispers, his face mere inches from hers. He reaches down to her own plate, taking it out of her hands and then setting it aside "Oh I did. And it seems you've left a crumb on your lip just for me." Then his mouth presses hungrily up against hers, with remarkable suddenness. He's pressing her back against the couch with his body, his weight leaning into her, one hand on her shoulder insistently pushing her body back, his other hand cupping the back of her head, holding her insistently into the embrace on her lips. His kiss is aggressive and insistent, ready to take complete advantage of his companion.

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh I did. And it seems you've left a crumb on your lip just for me."

Before I can comment, question or do anything else his lips capture mine. The solid weight of his body is upon mine in an instant, urging me backwards. My hands fall uselessly onto his shoulders, trying to push him back but failing, miserably.
My protests are swallowed by the kiss that steals my breath as well as my words.

I squirm beneath him as I feel the soft couch press into my back and the firmness of his flesh at my front. Not struggling, not fighting more...trying to get some space between us. My cheeks burn brightly as I realise I should be fighting him off.

Wondering if he's noticed that I'm not...wondering if this is what he had in mind for me, for us, all along...wondering what knowing this would likely be the outcome of his visit makes me...