Page 9 of They Were Broom-Mates

“Copa?” Amelie turned her head back to the entrance of the kitchen as Hestia’s voice echoed down the hallway.

“She’s in here Hes,” Regina called back, walking over to where Salem had made herself comfortable on the windowsill, reaching out to scratch the cat behind her ears. Salem yawned and tilted her head into Regina’s touch as Hestia turned the corner into the kitchen.

“Oh!” Hestia hurried over to Copa, scooping her up in her grasp and turning her over onto her back, holding the feline like a baby. “Sorry about that, you guys.”

Amelie really tried not to look, as Hestia bounced across the kitchen, barefoot, over to where Regina was standing, but she couldn’t help it. The way that Hestia’s dress draped over her figure was almost like that of a Greek goddess, or maybe something Amelie might have seen in a cartoon. It covered only what it absolutely had to, never flashing anything inappropriate despite the garment’s free movement.

Even if Amelie weren’t gay, she was convinced that she would be equally enraptured by the dress because of its sheer defiance of gravity alone.

“It’s fine.” Regina smiled, eyes soft as she watched the Illusion Witch scratch Copa under the chin. “I was just explaining to Amelie here how Salem and Copa often get into trouble together and how she should anticipate that.”

Hestia laughed, an embarrassed flush making its way up her neck. “Yes, that’s true. But if they bother you, feel free to just come get us, and we will do our best to wrangle them.”

Amelie nodded, a smile making its way to her face as well. The hearth warmed the kitchen even as the sun began to dip below the treeline; as winter approached, the days got shorter and shorter, bathing the valley that housed Pumpkin Hollow in darkness earlier and earlier.

“Do you think Delia will join us if I get dinner started?” Amelie asked absent-mindedly as she gazed out into the cemetery through the window.

Regina and Hestia exchanged a glance, and Hestia shrugged.

“Who knows.” Hestia placed Copa down onto the ground. “But I’d say it wouldn’t hurt to make something extra delicious to tempt her.”

“Extra delicious, huh?” Amelie tore her gaze from the mausoleum in the distance back to the two witches standing in her kitchen. “I suppose I can do that.”

Chapter four

Her hands were tangled in Amelie’s hair, long nails gently scratching her scalp as she adjusted her grip.

“Oh, my god.” Amelie whimpered, feeling the pressure of Regina’s body on her own. The bedsheets moved across her naked skin as she writhed under the gaze of the Divination Witch.

“So wet.” Regina cooed, kissing down Amelie’s body, taking the time to stop and appreciate each breast on her way down. Her hands trailed after her lips, and as she dropped lower and lower, Amelie couldn’t tell where the other woman’s touch ended and where it began. When she felt Regina’s breath between her thighs, she couldn’t stop her back from arching, willing Regina to touch her where she so desperately needed.

“So pretty,” Regina murmured as she placed a trail of kisses across Amelie’s inner thighs. The blonde’s chest heaved as her hips started rocking back and forth without her consent, desperate for any sort of pressure. “Do you want me to kiss you, Amelie?”

Amelie’s breath came in quick puffs as she nodded, her voice caught in her throat.

“Come on, beautiful. Use your words.” Regina teased, a single finger tracing its way up Amelie’s center, between her lips without pressing inside.

“Fuck” Amelie swore, trying desperately to press her hips into the other woman’s touch. “Please fuck me… Regina… I need… kiss me, fuck me, ruin me…”

“That’s better.” Amelie screwed her eyes shut at Regina’s words, anticipating her touch. But when she opened her eyes once again, she was back in her room, alone.

“Holy shit.” Amelie rubbed the sleep from her eyes, but as she moved under the sheets, the feeling of her thighs rubbing together pulled a whimper from her lips.

Fuck… it might have been a dream, but Amelie was still so incredibly wet. She could feel the pulse of her heart in her core as she continued writhing against the sheets. Without another thought, Amelie pulled her underwear off, tossing them to the side and lined her two middle fingers up against her entrance.

Biting her lip, Amelie muffled a moan as she fingered herself. She was so wet that her digits just slid right inside, her palm pressed up against her clit with each thrust of her wrist. She was so absolutely keyed up from her dream that it only took a dedicated few minutes for her to feel herself clench around her fingers as she fell over the edge.

Taking a deep breath, Amelie pulled her fingers out and stared up at the ceiling of her room. She hadn’t even been here for 48 hours and was already so completely fucked. Turning her head to the window leading out into the gardens, Amelie took in the morning light trickling through the stained glass, her blonde waves resting on the pillow just in her peripherals.

Throwing back the covers and placing her feet on the ground, Amelie stood, her satin pajamas wrinkled from her night’s sleep. She’d never been one to sleep in, which she supposed was a good thing, considering how she was now responsible for the nutrition of three other people, but on days like this, when she was just so tired from the transition, she wished she could sleep in more.

Delia had not shown up for dinner last night. Which, though expected, was still disappointing. She, Hestia, and Regina had a lovely meal just the three of them, consisting of stew, homemade bread, and salad, but even long after Amelie had finished doing the dishes and putting them away, Delia still hadn’t made an appearance. Determined to feed her ward, but unwilling to intrude upon her space for a second time that day, Amelie had fixed the witch a plate and cast a preservation spell to keep it nice and warm for her. Then she sat it on the counter and wandered off to her bedroom for the night.

In true magical fashion, her luggage had already unpacked itself by the time she’d arrived later that night, so all she had to do was take a bath and change into her pajamas. Then, the second her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.

Pulling out a pink, ruffled sundress that was now hanging in her wardrobe, Amelie tossed her pajamas into a hamper and got to work preparing herself for the day. Her blonde waves never did exactly what she wanted them to do, but also somehow managed to fall in a way that they never really tangled or looked unkempt, so as a result, Amelie just left them alone.

After she’d washed her face and brushed her teeth, Amelie scooped Truffle up from where he was curled up in his bed next to the window and made her way to the kitchen. Truffle scurried up her arm and settled on her shoulders, draping his head on one shoulder and his hind legs on the other.