3. Chapter 3 #2
Each witch’s magic was different, and watching Regina’s was truly like watching a dance.
Each piece spun and twirled through the air as though they were moving through every possible combination before settling upon their original positions.
The patience with which Regina worked was calming despite the fluttering of Amelie’s heart, and by the time the teapot was whole once again, placed back on the table, Amelie felt as though she’d been put into some sort of trance.
“There we go,” Regina murmured, her lips dangerously close to Amelie’s ear.
Even though the other witch did not have the excuse of fixing the teapot anymore, she kept her hands on the countertop around Amelie’s waist.
“You alright there?” Regina’s voice was filled with mischief as she pressed slightly against Amelie’s back.
“I… yes.” Amelie stuttered. She could feel her heart beating between her legs now, and she was simultaneously petrified that Regina would somehow know and hoping desperately that she would do something about it.
Regina moved her hands from the countertop to Amelie’s waist and prompted her to turn around. When she did, Amelie found herself only a breath’s width away from the other witch’s lips. Bracing herself on the counter, Amelie hoped and prayed that her legs wouldn’t give out underneath her.
“When you said that you’d been waiting for me…” Amelie started, searching Regina’s eyes for any hint of what she was thinking. “What did you mean… exactly?”
A ghost of a smile played at the taller woman’s lips as she brought a single, inky black hand up to Amelie’s face, brushing a stray lock of hair out of the way. Then, tilting her head, Regina bit her lower lip ever so slightly.
“What do you think I meant?” Regina’s voice was low and sultry as the Divination Witch stepped forward again, sliding a single leg between Amelie’s, effectively pinning her against the counter.
Amelie tried her best not to whimper at the pressure and settled on a heavy exhale as she felt herself getting wetter. The hand Regina still had on her waist tightened as her other hand slid to the back of her neck.
Holy fuck, I want her to kiss me so badly.
Amelie relaxed into the other woman’s embrace, squeezing Regina’s leg gently between her thighs.
“I don’t know,” Amelie confessed, their lips now only centimeters apart. “But I’m really, really hoping that you meant something gay about it.”
Regina’s smile broadened at Amelie’s confession, and for a moment, Amelie thought that the other witch was going to lean in and kiss her, but the sound of something clattering to the ground from the hallway popped their bubble, pulling them both back into reality.
“What was that?” Amelie snapped her head to the side in the direction from where the sound had come. Regina too, stepped back and pivoted her body to the side, but she seemed considerably less startled than Amelie.
Just when Amelie was going to ask again, Salem came bolting out from the hallway entrance, followed very closely by a tan-and-black-spotted feline that the blonde had never seen before.
Regina placed her hands on her hips and sighed, looking back at Amelie apologetically.
“I was wondering when Copa would make an appearance.” Regina’s head moved slightly as she watched Salem lead the other animal around the kitchen.
It wasn’t until they slowed down, perching on the counter to sniff at the new additions to the cathedral, that Amelie actually got a good look at the second blur.
“Is that an ocelot?” Amelie’s mouth dropped open in shock.
Copa glanced in the blonde’s direction as though she knew Amelie was talking about her, blinked several times, and then got to work cleaning her spotted coat.
Regina covered her mouth with her hand and laughed softly. “That’s Copa, Hestia’s familiar. She tends to take naps in the library until Salem makes an appearance, then they’ll tear around the sanctuary until Hestia comes out to put a stop to it.”
Amelie blinked a couple of times in shock and walked over to the counter where Copa was sitting. “I’ve never seen an ocelot this far North.”
“That doesn’t surprise me; they’re not very common in this part of the world.” Regina hummed, walking forward and patting Copa on the top of the head a couple of times. “But Hestia’s mother was originally from South America and her familiar was an ocelot, so that’s where Hestia got hers from.”
“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.”