Chapter 3: You Do Me Just Like Everybody Else

RANDOMLY GENERATED MATERIAL:

Prompt: Person A is a/an agreeable Female wizard. Person B is a/an stoic Female teacher. They have a complicated relationship.

Names: Chloe Arroway/Heather Britt

Setting: On a train. There’a a storm brewing.

Sex position: Queening

Random dialogue: ‘I’ve been checking you out.’

Author’s Note:

This is a very strange story, but sometimes, this can happen when one uses random generators as erotica prompts. I hope you think it makes a good story anyway.

‘Tut tut,’ Heather said softly, looking out the window of the train carriage she shared with her wife. The sombre lighting highlighted the stark blackness of her chin-length hair against pale skin. As the train chugged along, she had noticed how sky was full of fat grey clouds that looked ready to weep rain at any second.

‘I still don’t understand what that means,’ Chloe murmured lazily. Her head was propped in Heather’s lap, eyes closed like a satisfied cat as she stretched. Her hair was long and yellow, braided messily, and Heather was stroking her uneven fringe, which usually covered half of her warlock wife’s topaz cat eyes. ‘It’s certainly no spell I’ve ever heard,’ she said, mock smugly.

‘You goof. That’s from Winnie the Pooh, you uneducated cyptid,’ Heather chided. ‘The full quote is, ‘Tut tut, it looks like rain.’ It’s just a little quote.’

‘I just wanted to get a reaction out of you,’ Chloe admitted. ‘You look so sexy when you’re mad. I’ve been checking you out.’ She gave a slow, sexy wink and her mortal wife’s face softened, and she made a cute face.

‘Stop it, you’re just buttering me up, Chloe.’

‘Nah Princess, you’re so beautiful you make my eyes hurt. Makes me want to cut you right up.’

‘Cut me up?’ Heather ventured curiously; sure it wasn’t mean literally.

‘Yeah, I’d cut you up,’ Chloe said, eyes half -closed in a heated expression. ‘With a pair of fucking dyke scissors.’

This made her wife snort with surprised laughter. ‘Already telling me what we’re going to do at the hotel? Chloe Arroway, did you drink a love potion before we boarded the train today?’ she asked teasingly, when the giggles stopped—letting herself lighten up a little bit.

‘Not yet, ‘ Chloe sang, reaching up to kiss her wife—surprised at the absent, unengaged peck she received in return for all her flirtations. She sat up, disgruntled, and stared out the window next to Heather in silence for a minute.

‘So, Miss Britt, ‘ Chloe began, using her wife’s title at the primary school where she worked as a teasing jibe. ‘What’s on your mind today? You love trains, baby cakes, yet you’re stormy and serious as those clouds out here right now.’

Heather blushed right to the roots of her black hair. ‘No, I’m not,’ she said faintly.

‘I’m not that dense, kitten. Your mind is somewhere else. I can’t even get you to think about sex, Heather, so in my estimation it seems like you’re pretty far gone.’

‘Oh?’ she said in a high voice, looking somewhat ill-at ease. Chloe’s striking cat eyes narrowed.

‘You are thinking about sex, you dirty girl,’ the lesbian warlock giggled, knowing she was right when her wife’s cheeks reddened even further, until she looked much like the tomato from Veggie Tales wearing an Amelie wig.

‘Shut up,’ Heather sputtered, ears and face burning furiously. ‘No, I’m not!’

‘Yes, you are! Who is it, sweetcakes?’ Chloe leaned in close to her wife’s ear, her teeth closing on one juicy earlobe, before she said, in a sultry, bedroom voice: ‘You know I can become anyone for you, sugar.’

‘But—but—’ Heather sputtered. ‘I don’t want you to be jealous, Chloe.’ She twisted the ring on her left hand, her wedding ring, which was of silver snakes entwined around one another—and the gemstones were several amethysts, set as eyes, in the snakes. ‘We’ve been married less than a year... ‘

‘But that’s only because intermarriage between warlocks and mortals has been legal for less than a year,’ Chloe interrupted. ‘We’ve been together seven years already, hon, and that’s not something to overlook. If we could’ve, we’d have been married seven years ago.’