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HOMECOMING
The manor was quiet that night. Sabrina had just called early that evening from Vassar with wonderful news about her exams, Ambrose was spending the night in Riverdale - officially with his friends, unofficially with his new girlfriend Prudence whom he insisted on keeping it a secret for some mysterious reason nobody was able to find out yet -, Hilda and Cee were spending the night in Kenny’s apartment above the diner for the early opening of tomorrow and the little demon, almost two years old, was upstairs in the nursery, soundly sleeping in her crib.
Lilith glanced at the baby monitor on the coffee table, and once assured it was working, with the toddler’s regular breathing clearly audible, she pushed the whole matter back in a corner of her mind and waited.
The fire in the mantel was crackling, bathing the living room in warm, dim light, one glass of wine settled on the table, the other secured in her hand, the blanket already settled on the carpet, even though she remained seated on the armchair, legs crossed, facing the door.
She swung her foot, unable to contain a smirk when she heard the keys sliding in the front door, then it opened with the familiar squeak; a grunt, a huff, multiple thuds coming from the luggage being dropped - Zelda always insisted on carrying more than she could ever need - something muttered she couldn’t discern, the ruffle of her coat being shredded and hanged in the wardrobe.
Lilith knew she wouldn’t have screamed or called for her, lest waking up their daughter, but her wife was aware the brunette would never go to sleep and not welcome her home, especially after spending days apart. Reminding herself to be patient, she waited for Zelda to come looking for her.
The smirk on her lips grew wider at the sound of familiar heels hitting the floor, closer, closer, until Zelda came in sight, the confused grimace on her face bleeding into a happy smile.
«Good evening.» She breathed out, slowly entering the living room.
Lilith tried to be detached and ignore her wife’s gaze raking on her body. She’d worn her green robe for a reason, leaving it open on the bottom so it would slide off her thigh, and despite the urge to stand up and leap into Zelda’s arms, kissing her senseless, she clawed unconsciously the padded arms, taking in the redhead’s attire instead: tight black dress, hosiery of the same color, just slightly see-through, leopard print heels - which she didn’t particularly like, but Zelda felt good in them, and that was enough to make those shoes beautiful to her eyes too.
«How was the trip?» She asked with a sultry voice, teeth gripping the rim of her glass as she tipped some of the red liquid into her mouth.
She let it sting her throat, but noted happily that it wouldn’t be the wine to make her drunk, that night; so she swallowed, leaned forward, and discarded the glass on the coffee table, next to the other, untouched. With a sigh, she flushed her back against the armchair again, blue eyes almost completely black staring at Zelda.
«It was fine.» The woman replied. Smirking, she hooked her finger to the first loop of the Hermès scarf, on the front of her neck, and tugged it loose, slowly unpeeling off herself. «I must admit that it’s strange hosting a conference about coffins and urns, but I guess it comes with the job.» She shrugged, the low tone of her voice in complete contrast with the content it carried.
Lilith, of course, was only partially listening to her remarks. With the corner of her eye, she watched the silky scarf float for a moment before surrendering to gravity and falling to the floor, quickly forgotten.
«I bet you enjoyed having many people ogle you.» She said, tilting her head to the side.
If Zelda was thinking that it was just any other way to welcome her home after a work trip, now every doubt had gone down the drain: her wife knew there was something beyond plain longing, and the glimmer of curiosity sparkling in her eyes, now told Lilith that she was truly engaged in whatever little game the brunette had set up for her.
«What are you talking about?» She inquired, cocking an eyebrow. Zelda walked closer, stopping only a couple of steps from her wife. Sighing softly, feigning annoyance, she rested her fists on her hips.
«Your assistant sent me a bunch of interesting photos of you during said conference.» Lilith murmured, reaching out with her hand.
The redhead took it without hesitation, letting her wife tug her closer.
«What am I guilty of, principal ?» She breathed out, eyes narrowed, and stepped off her heels, one at the time.
Lilith clicked her tongue and shook her head slightly.
«You? Nothing.» She hummed, thumb running circles on the back of her hand. «But I’m not so sure about that assistant of yours.» She leaned forward, and tugged Zelda again, until her knee collided with her thighs.
«Just because she took pictures of me to send to my wife?» She hummed, her free hand hovering above her head and before Lilith could instruct her to do otherwise, her fingers were already carding through her hair, gently massaging her scalp.
«Precisely.» The brunette nodded, fighting the strong urge to flutter her eyes close and enjoy the sensation of having those hands on her body again. It only had been a couple of days and yet it felt like an eternity. How could Zelda survive all those weeks waiting for her, in the past? She surely was the strong one between them. She sighed, reached blindly behind her head, and fastened her fingers around Zelda’s wrist, stilling her ministrations. «Don’t get me wrong, I love the one where you walk up and down the stage, especially the ones from the back.»
«But?» Zelda prompted with an amused smirk.
«But- I think she enjoyed taking those pictures a little too much.»
«Is that so?»
«Mh-mh.» Lilith nodded. «There were too many close-ups of your face,» she murmured, her voice a little husky, «of you biting your pen when the other host was speaking,» she went on, then tilted her head to the side, pressing her lips to the thin web of veins on her wrist, «and way too many of your hands.»
Zelda smiled, drawing a small intake of air through her nose.
«I have pretty hands.» She shrugged dismissively.
Lilith nodded briefly before throwing a glance at her, bright eyes boring into her with intent.
«Pretty hands that are mine and not for others to take pictures of.» She countered, eyebrows cocked.
Zelda smirked.
«Jealous?»
«Terribly.»
The redhead tried to wiggle her hands free, but the other kept her still.
«Has Sabrina called?»
«Yes, she’s doing great.»
«Hilda and Kenny?»
«At the diner.»
«Ambrose?»
«Out.»
«The little demon?»
«Asleep.» She replied promptly, a satisfied grin plastered on her lips when they both glanced over the baby monitor, its green light flickering in rhythm with the little girl’s breathing.
«In this case,» Zelda purred, «I should do something about it.» As soon as she lifted one leg, the pencil skirt of her dress rode up her thighs, freeing her from the fabric constriction, and she lowered herself on Lilith’s legs, straddling her with ease.
«You better.» Quickly, the brunette released both of her hands and rested them on her wife’s hips, pulling her flush against her body.
Zelda wrapped her arms around her shoulder, one hand cradling the nape of her neck, the other gripping her clavicle as she leaned forward, her mouth crushing first into the brunette’s into a searing kiss. They fought for predominance, tongues asking for passages promptly granted, teeth colliding until, both short of breath, they parted.
«I’ve missed you.» Zelda breathed against her lips, foreheads pressed together.
«I don’t know how you survived this.» The other confessed, fingers crawling upward on her back until they found the zipper.
«By thinking about you coming home.»
The redhead smirked when the dress fell open, and she only had to move her shoulder to help her wife tugging it away, making it pool around her waist. In a second, Zelda was leaning forward again, her mouth latching at Lilith’s mouth for a moment, only to leave her panting when she moved on her jaw, nibbling, and then on her chin and further, down on her neck, suckling and kissing and biting until she felt her squirm under her, then soothed the blooming bruise with her tongue.
«If that’s my reward, I can’t decide which one is better,» Lilith hissed, lolling her head back to grant her easier access as her wife’s teeth and lips assaulted her neck without mercy, «whether to suffer and wait for you to come back and then celebrate like this, or never let you go again.»
«If I were to choose,» Zelda panted against her collarbone, breath fanning on the damp skin she’d just left, «I’d never want to part from you for even a minute.» Her hands snaked on the silky material of her robe, and while her mouth returned to suckle and tease, her fingers latched on the few buttons, popping them open quickly, and with a long stroke toward Lilith’s shoulder, she efficiently peeled off the robe from her torso.
Zelda felt her shiver underneath her touch, and she grinned, aware that it wasn’t due to the cold. Leaning down, she curved her back and kept moving, peppering kisses on her sternum, and between the valley of her breasts. Gentle pads ghosted over her skin raising goosebumps in their wake and swiftly she began to knead at her soft flesh that perfectly fit in her palm, delighting in how her thumb, drawing circles around the darker area, brought her senses alive. Trailing down, she mirrored the ministrations of her hand with her mouth, humming amusedly when she felt her nipples stiffen between her lips and under her fingertips.
«I think I don’t want to be parted from you ever again.» Agreed Lilith, voice already ragged, deft fingers digging into copper hair, unsure whether to tug her away or push her closer to demand more.
«This might be the correct answer.» She stated, blowing cold air against the damp skin Zelda had just left, and before traveling upward once again, retracing the old path with new kisses, she nibbled the supple flesh goodbye, eliciting a soft yelp from the brunette that had them both smile and sigh.
Before any coherent thought could form into Lilith’s head, the younger woman had returned to her mouth, tongue chasing hers, trying to distract her wife from the journey her hand had just begun - from her breast to her stomach - nails replacing pads as she raked south, pressing just enough to make easy whimpers fall from the brunette’s lips, but not enough to bring actual pain.
«And here I thought I would have to prove my jealousy to you by claiming my territory.» Lilith quipped, short of breath, as soon as her mouth was released.
«Later.» The redhead murmured against her lips. «You’ll have time to remind me to whom I belong. If you like.» She smirked, tracing the seam of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, her hand moving further down, sliding between their bodies and settling easily over her bare mound, not at all surprised to find her naked underneath her robe.
«Who am I to refuse?» The brunette replied, head lolling backward with a silent thud when the back of her neck hit the padding of the armchair. She felt slender fingers worm their way between her legs, stroking deliberately slow right where she ached to be touched.
The redhead continued her teasing, stroking her core until she felt her hips twitch beneath her, and only then she shifted slightly, diving into her heat, but barely moving at all, at first.
Shushing every protest before it could even be formulated, Zelda claimed her mouth, eager to drink every moan and whimper as Lilith shuddered helplessly, deep caught in the bliss preceding the promised peak.
The heel of her hand kept pressing deliciously against her bundle of nerves with each thrust while her lace bra still brushed over her pert nipples with an unforeseen and yet welcomed stimulation.
Breath coming uneven and bleeding into wanton moans, Zelda remained flushed against her, kissing enhancing, tongues dancing to the broken rhythm of their bodies until she stilled, and Lilith came undone beneath her, hips bucking as she rode through the waves of her climax.
Zelda kept kissing her, pecking her face while recording the sounds Lilith was making both in her memory and in her heart.
«I hope you’re satisfied.» Lilith swallowed thickly, breath still labored.
«Actually, I am.» The redhead confirmed, pressing one last kiss on her lips before straightening her back, tilting her head to the side so that the mass of hair would fall freely on one shoulder. The tip of her tongue ran across her pink, swollen lips and she cocked an impatient eyebrow at her wife.
Lilith smirked back, nodding slightly before wrapping her arms around her waist, silently informing her that she intended to fulfill all the promises that had been made.
Only when she was sure that Zelda had securely wrapped her arms around her shoulder and was clinging to her, she moved from the armchair and dropped on the floor, cushioning the fall with her knees and hands on the blanket she’d settled. Gently, she lowered Zelda onto it, blue eyes darkened with lust ravishing her body.
«Off.» She commanded almost briskly with a sharp nod, gesturing toward the bunched-up dress still around her waist, her bra, her stockings.
Lifting her hips from the ground, Zelda helped her wife get rid of the dress and thighs, which she unceremoniously threw somewhere far behind the couch. Lilith knelt beside her, hands stroking on the length of her now bare legs, so warm against her palms, and traveled upward, kneading gently at the supple curve of her waist. Crawling above her, she leaned down to trace and ghost her mouth over the slippery fabric of her bra. Zelda’s eyes flutter close, back slightly arching when she felt her wife’s tongue tracing over the already pert nipple behind the thin barrier.
Her breath hitched and broke when Lilith moved to support her own weight with just one hand, while the other roamed on her body - first between her lace-covered breasts, then her stomach, and lastly cupping her through her knickers.
She bit down her lip in synch with Lilith biting gently on the soft flesh of her bosom and her hand began to stroke, fingers deftly slipping underneath the lacy ridge of her undergarment, right at the joint of her thigh and crotch. Helplessly, Zelda began to wiggle her hips against her wife’s hand, pads walking over her slick folds, fondling at the neglected bundle of nerves that sent immediate twitch of electricity throughout her whole body.
«I want you near.» Zelda breathed out, struggling to still the buckling of her hips, one hand fastening around the brunette’s wrist, the other digging into her luscious hair, tugging her close, clinging to her with everything she had.
Shushing at the small whimper of her wife complaining at the temporal loss of her touch, Lilith shredded her robe and made quick work of snaking a hand under Zelda’s arched back to unfasten her bra, which was tossed somewhere as well with the other discarded clothes. Climbing atop the redhead, Lilith settled between her legs, pressing their bodies together, breasts lushly brushing one another, pebbled nipples tearing heated, sensitive skin. They kissed again, slowly at first, their broken moans and pants blending with the crackling of the fire.
«Mouth or fingers?» Lilith breathed against her parted lips, looking down at her wife’s flushed face. She was positively beautiful, all flushed, smudged lipstick, mouth parted- almost broken, so very far gone, and all hers. She carded fingers through her hair peering at the dancing glimmer in Zelda’s eyes.
«Both?» She replied, a tinge of bravery and dare flashing through her green irises, almost completely engulfed by the blown-up pupils.
Lilith smiled, assaulting her mouth once again, kissing her deeply and with longing, until she forced herself to pull away, the redhead’s broken moans barely making up for the loss of those lips on hers.
She kissed her way down over her breasts, the softness of her stomach, and her tongue tickled all the familiar spots, unabashedly poking out right where she knew it would elicit a dazzling swirl of pleasure. Nails ranked down Zelda’s sides until fingers looped around the band of her panties and pulled them down on her legs.
Now both completely bare, Lilith indulged further, placing kisses where she knew her wife needed her the most, soothing the stinging ache that had settled there.
Soon, her hand joined her mouth as she found her heat, fondling again with the pad of her fingers, teasing and completing the ministrations her mouth was bestowing upon Zelda’s perfect body. Lilith moved against her, lapping at her with the flat of her tongue just the way she knew her wife liked, eager to feel and see her shatter beneath her touch. She gathered momentum, hastening her pace when she felt her muscles twitch and pulsate all around her, so deliciously close to reaching her peak, and it was then that Lilith smirked against her damp flesh, placing a chaste kiss right above her mound, fingers unwavering buried in her warmth.
«You’re cruel.» Zelda chimed, but her voice came out with a soft huff, close to a laugh.
«A little punishment for making me jealous.» Lilith quipped, rapidly returning to her previous ministrations, eager herself to see Zelda come undone. Still sensitive, it didn’t take much to transform those ragged pants into blissful moans once again, but replacing her mouth with the heel of her hand, the brunette quickly settled herself between the other’s legs, her own weight a welcome addition to thrust better into her as her mouth returned to its rightful home on her wife’s lips. They kissed messily, wine and the husky taste of Zelda blending together, smeared on their tongues as they cling to one another in every possible way.
Lilith held her close as her body stiffened below, kissing her and stroking her hair as the climax took over her almost unbearably, and kept holding and kissing her until it ebbed away, and the trace of its passage only stood in their strangled breaths, their slick bodies, their swollen lips, their heart racing against one another, almost challenging each other to find out which one was beating faster and louder.
Pecking one last kiss on her mouth, Lilith collapsed to her side, arms wrapping fast around Zelda’s frame as they hugged, tight by the fire. Legs intertwined, hands stroking lazily above each other’s heated body, the blanket messily thrown over their naked bodies, they stood there, cuddling, simply enjoying being close after what felt like an eternity.
Zelda rested her head in the crook of Lilith’s neck, eyes closing when tiredness washed over her, and she felt like melting under the brunette’s lazy strokes on her belly, the soft kiss she placed on the crown of her head.
«I’ve missed you.» She hummed against her skin, kissing her jaw, and sighed happily. «I love you.»
«I’ve missed you too.» Lilith smiled back, unseen, above her head, and rested her chin there. «And I love you more.»
Clockwork, in the silence of the room, the baby monitor came to life, green lights flickering and turning yellow, orange, red.
« Mama? » Their daughter slurred, voice metallic and crackly through the device.
Lilith sighed loudly, partially annoyed that their alone time was over, but overall satisfied that their little demon had the courtesy to sleep through the most interesting part of their reunion.
«I meant,» the brunette quipped with a dramatic voice, «we all missed you too, and we all love you to death.»
«I guessed as much.» The redhead chuckled, already looking around in search of her clothes. Before she could stand up, however, Lilith fastened her fingers around her wrist and tugged her back down, flushed against her body, face nuzzling contentedly, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair.
«Welcome home, Zelda.»