#sweet gwendoline

[cissyenthusiast010155]

heyyy ;))

i was hoping to request maybe a really juicy smut story? larissa wears a strap on (or g!p😋) where maybe larissa face f*cks the reader, degrading her with the filthiest things, praising her, maybe at the beginning, larissa seduces the reader? add as much as you want!

Heyyy @mxmmyviolet !! Thanks for the request! I’d love to write this for you 🤭 Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Mere Thought of You ~Larissa Weems xFem Professor!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, teasing, seducing, teasing touches, praise, explicit dialogue, implied doggystyle fucking, implied wet dreams, implied overstimulation, implied masturbation, possessiveness, jealousy, degradation kink, praise kink, shapeshifted d!ck, overstimulation, pet names, sucking off, oral (g!p receiving), kissing, begging, begging kink, d!ck riding, implied spanking, spanking kink, more implied smut, aftercare, etc.

Enjoy (;

You had been at Nevermore as a teacher for three months now. And the second Larissa Weems had caught on to your little crush on her, you had become the woman’s plaything.

Normally, the tall principal was reserved and formal. But when you were placed in front of her… a squirming, blushing mess… the woman couldn’t refuse the urge to toy around.

And Larissa would stop in a heartbeat if she thought that it was making you uncomfortable or drawing any negative connotation. But she never got that idea from you. In fact, you seemed to only respond more positively to her antics…

It had all started small with longer glances, light touches, and extra praise. But Larissa wasn’t playing to be easy and nice. No, she was playing dirty. She was playing to seduce.

~~~

It had been sixth months now since you joined the Nevermore staff as a teacher, and there was only one thing on your mind these days…

~~~

“Hope I’m on your mind during the most innapropriate times, Darling…” the blonde purred in your ear, as you walked past her on the way out of the weekly staff meeting.

Your breath hitched and your cheeks blushed fusia as you rushed out of the meeting.

~~~

On the annual teacher review days, you stuttered your way through your classes with Larissa sitting in the back of the classroom. As the last class left for the day the blonde came over to your desk to review her findings with you.

As she got up to leave, she leaned forward and whispered, “Hope you lose focus during conversations, going non-verbal imagining me putting you in all fours, Darling…”

She then leaned back, nodded curtly, and left. Leaving you a flushed, horny mess.

~~~

On a Saturday morning, you were in the courtyard, enjoying your book when the blonde principal came up behind you.

“Oh, What are you reading, Darling…?” She purred.

Your eyes widened at the sultry voice of the tall woman. Larissa then came up right behind you, bending down do that her lips were ghosting the shell of your ear.

“Cat got your tongue…?” She playfully purred.

“I… Dickens—!” You chocked out.

At this, Larissa hummed in approval.

“Hope you dream with my voice calling out your name, Darling…” she husked, before standing back up and walking away as if nothing had happened.

~~~

You were prone to insomnia episodes, which sometimes left you in the teachers kitchen at 2am on a Friday. No one else was usually ever there.

Usually.

Except today, when you walked into the lounge to make some tea, you found a certain tall blonde already warming the kettle. As your gaze met hers, she smiled lightly and nodded in recognition of your presence.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked with her hypnotic british accent.

You simply nodded.

Words had gone out the door as you had walked in.

She kindly poured your cup of tea and then hers. Walking past you, her arm lightly brushed yours and her lips brushed the shell of your ear,

“Hope you cum multiple times thinking of me, Darling…” she hummed.

You gulped, scurrying back to your quarters.

~~~

But what really did it for you was at the Poe Cup…

You’d gone out to watch the games and to support your students. But the entire time, all you could focus on was Larissa. And her interactions with a colleague of yours, Marilyn. It was obviously flirtatious. And it made your skin crawl.

Why…? You weren’t jealous, we’re you…?

You left the Poe Cup, walking back up to the school, in a bad mood. And as you walked up the path, the tall blonde brushed your shoulder ever so slightly…

“Hope you salivate and yearn and groan in frustration for not having me as yours…” She purred in a hushed tone.

Fuck. This woman had you in a chokehold…

And you had had enough.

~~~

You rapped on Larissa’s door with intent. When you heard her voice, you entered and slammed the door behind you. But now as you were standing in front of the tall goddess, you lost all words and trains of thought.

“Why Hello, Darling…” Larissa purred, looking up from her work, “Why don’t you take a seat?”

You gulped and nodded, sitting down.

“What can I help you with…?” She purred.

You took a deep breath.

“I… I’m done with whatever this is… or isn’t…” you stuttered, looking everywhere but the blonde’s eyes.

At this, Larissa got up from her chair and loomed over you, grabbing your chin for you to look at her and invading all your personal space. Your eyes widened as blush crept up your cheeks.

“Oh, you’re done are you…?” She taunted.

Your breathing was erratic as you nodded shakily.

“I want to hear you say it, Darling…” She lustfully husked, “Or… You can get down on your knees…”

You immediately dropped to your knees, looking up at the blonde for further instruction.

“That’s what I thought…” Larissa chuckled.

Larissa then elegantly removed her skirt and the bulge behind her knickers became apparently present to you. Your face turned tomato red. She then removed her knickers to reveal her hardened, pre-cum leaking dick.

Fuck, she was massive…

“Oh that’s right…” Larissa tauntingly purred, “I forgot to tell you… I’m a shapeshifter…”

“That’s… hot…” you whimpered.

Larissa chuckled at your dumbfoundness.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for months now, you know…” she purred, “So why don’t you be a good little slut and suck me off…”

Your breath hitched, the nickname going straight to your core, and you nodded eagerly. Larissa placed on hand behind her on the desk and the other behind your head, as you began to take her member into your mouth. You licked the stripes of salty pre-cum, before taking her in as deep as you could go. The blonde only pushed you further, her hand forcefully bobbing your head up and down on her dick.

“Oh that’s it…” Larissa groaned, her head lolling back, “Taking me like such a whore…”

She pushed your head down even further, causing you to gag slightly.

“Breathe, whore…” She purred wickedly.

You two continued these administrations until Larissa was right on the edge.

“Make me cum, sweet slut…!” Larissa groaned.

Larissa crashed over the edge quickly after that, spurting her hot ropes of cum down your throat. You moaned at the action. When she had finished, the blonde pulled out of your mouth, stuffing all the leaking cum over your face back into your mouth with her fingers.

“Swallow.” She commanded.

You obeyed and swallowed her entire load, looking back up to the blonde with anticipation.

“Good girl…” Larissa purred.

Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“Oh, does someone like being praised…?” She taunts.

“Yes…” you whimper, nodding.

The blonde’s eyes sparkled with lust and delight. She then reached down once more to wipe one dribble of her cum still on your chin, then stuffing her finger back in your mouth. You happily sucked it off, returning her digit with a pop!.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time…” She purred, winking at you.

~~~

You spent the next days with constant slick in between your thighs, not being able to get your mind off that woman.

You walked down the corridors, papers in hand, which you were to deliver to the headmistress. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in…!!” Larissa called.

You entered the room, shutting the door behind you. When Larissa looked up from her work, her whole demeanor shifted. She began to put away all her paperwork. Memories of what happened last time you were in this room came flooding back…

“Darling…” she wickedly purred, “Why don’t you come over here to me. I’ll take those papers…”

You treaded over to Larissa’s side of the desk and handed her the paperwork, your gaze fluttered everywhere but to the blondes.

“Good girl…” She cooed, taking and putting away the paperwork.

Larissa’s gaze racked up and down your figure. She then stood up and towered over you. Your eyes widened and finally met her gaze. She had a wicked smirk and fiery eyes. She started walking towards you, and you started to slowly back up, until she had you pinned against the wall. You could feel her breath, she was inches away from you…

“Do you want kiss me, Darling…?” Larissa taunted.

You gulped and nodded.

“Then beg, sweet slut…” she husked in your ear.

Your breath hitched and you could feel your knickers completely wetted through, as your arousal now spread to your thighs.

“Please… please kiss me… fuck me… please please…” you whimpered.

At your words, the blonde smirked and gladly complied, connecting her lips to yours. A breathy moan escaped your throat as you tasted the woman. She then slid her tongue into your wet cavern, eliciting a string of whimpers and moans from your lips, which Larissa happily swallowed.

Her hands began to wander around your figure, teasing you relentlessly. You quickly caught on and began stripping and connecting your lips to hers as much as you could. Your lips were connected until you both needed to breathe, and then you were both breathlessly taking off the rest of each others clothing.

Now you were both breathless and naked informer of each other. Without another word, the woman picked you up, wrapping your legs around her waist. She then carried you to her desk chair, sitting down and having you straddle her in the chair. You instinctually bucked your hips into the blondes growing member. Larissa groaned out at your action.

“Oh you poor, sweet slut, you’re dripping…” Larissa chuckled wickedly.

You whimpered in response, grinding her hips against Larissa’s dick and looking up to the blonde in desperation.

“Please…” you whimpered, giving her your best puppy dog eyes.

At this, Larissa’s eyes shimmered back at you and she smiled. She then lined up her hardened dick with your soaked cunt. Without warning, you sank down on her, letting a guttural moan escape you as she bottomed you out.

“You needy whore…!” Larissa groaned in pleasure , “Need my dick that bad, do you…?”

You began riding her as best as you could. The blonde was quick to stabilize you with her hands on your hips as she started rutting up into you.

“Yes yes yes…!!” You chanted, screwing your eyes shut tight in overwhelming pleasure and holding on to Larissa tightly as she fucked up into you.

~~~

After hours of Larissa having her way with you… You laid, splayed out on the blondes desk, panting heavily. Larissa was gripping the desk, leaning towards you, panting heavily as well.

“Fuck…” you breathed out, smiling and resting your head on the desk.

The office was a mess… Items and clothing scattered everywhere… And it was dark now…

Larissa chuckled lightly. You moved to sit up and winced from the soreness. The woman was quick to come to your aid.

“Slowly, sweet girl…” she cooed.

You ignored the blondes advice and went to stand up, and your legs gave out on you in seconds, causing you to collapse onto the ground. Larissa couldn’t contain her amusement and light giggles.

“I told you…” she chuckled, swiftly helping you up and placing you in her chair,

“Did I fuck you so thoroughly, Darling…?” She teased you lightly.

“Shut up…” you mumbled.

“Darling… Don’t make me spank you…” Larissa teasingly taunted.

Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“Sorry—! I’m sorry…”

Larissa smiled lightly and kissed your forehead.

“How about a bath, hmmmm…?” The woman hummed.

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

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[forcedfemme-me]

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[elijahslittleprincess]

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝙶𝚠𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏!

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[saturnzabee]

GWEN- UGH- I CANT- SHES FEEDING US! 😩😩😩

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[ironsaguaro]

Happy Valentine’s Day from Sweet Gwendoline and the Bizarre Fetish Art o...

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[vsthepomegranate]

The Perils of Gwedoline in the Land of Yik-Yak (1984)

by Just Jaeckin

#1980s movies #action comedy #french cinema #sweet gwendoline #tawny kitaen #brent huff

[ithinkwehitametaphor]

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[loookingrespectfully]

Inspired by sweet Gwendoline by John willie

Above the kiss it says “it seems our heroine has found an unusual way out of Villainettes trap”

#fet art #John willie #sweet gwendoline #shiny #rubber

[milfsntosaturn]

can we just talk about how sweet it was that despite her past with morticia addams, larissa weems wanted to protect wednesday, and her reaction to seeing her fit in and have a good time at the rave’n was too precious 😩

#wednesday on netflix #jenna ortega wednesday #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems wednesday #jenna ortega #wednesday #they are so sweet though #protect larissa at all costs #idc what they have to do get her in s2

[billiedeansbitch]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

(𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: this was supposed to be a wholesome fic but uh my brain got a little too carried away... anyway here's some smutty goodness.

warning/s: NSFW. SMUTT! public sex.

Miranda was in the break room, taking off the top of the cupcake just to put it back upside down, "It's a sandwich!" she defended when Robin was giving her a dirty look.

A sandwich.  A sandwich seemed delicious.  Should she have gotten a sandwich instead?

From across the room, you watched her shrug and took a hefty bite of the cupcake, leaving only a tiny portion. It amazed you how she wasn't choking.

When Griffin left the room, you sauntered toward the constable and tapped her shoulder, "Come quick"

She furrowed her brows, "Where?" and munched on whatever was left of the chocolate cupcake before dusting off her palms.

"Outside" Quickly, she was behind you exiting the room. Miranda indulged the way your hips swayed while you walk. Heat crept her face, extending down her throat and tip of her ears.

"Why?" she followed up, trying to at least not be distracted. "I want to watch you smoke" Still confused, she agreed nonetheless. However weird, Miranda would do anything you asked of her if it meant spending time with you.

When you both reached the parking, you sat on the makeshift chair from an old car seat. Miranda got into business and lit a cigarette.

She had long, slender fingers, you noted. Clean, and well groomed. No ring...

"What's happening? Are you okay?" Your eyes flutter back to her face.

You looked down, unable to meet her eyes as you said the words, "What's the deal?" you paused briefly, giving yourself some time to think if this was the right time and place to confront her. Decided, you continued, "With you and Robin."

"Griffin?" Miranda was genuinely perplexed. Why were you asking her about her partner?

Quietly you mumbled, "Yeah, her."

Miranda shifted, flicking the ash from the tip of the stick, "My colleague. We work on a case together. Personally? She's a friend as far as I know. We hang out every once in a while. Why? What is this all about?"

She wasn't sure why she was answering these things, but when the visible frown lessened on your gorgeous face, she knew it had something to do with her. What had she done to upset you now? 

Did you assume the worst? Probably. "Just friends?" you asked again, wanting to confirm it the second time because the first wasn't just enough. 

You had seen the way the blonde spoke to the short detective, the physical closeness and affection in their eyes. How they appear to perfectly perceive one another's thoughts without verbalizing them. 

"Yeah—yes." she nodded, "Wait, are you jealous?" Miranda, who had just connected the imaginable dots in her head, had finally come to her own conclusion.  

It suddenly made you feel abashed, your true feelings exposed to the constable. You couldn’t take that back now. 

"You're jealous.” It irked you to hear how right she was.

“Why are you jealous? Did you think I was fucking her?" Hilmarson, who was simultaneously bewildered and amused, couldn’t keep the fucking grin from showing up, so she bit her lower lip in an attempt to dial down her excitement at the prospect of you reciprocating her unconfessed feelings.

The abruptness when you stood up stilled the breath in her throat. You walked up to her, pulled her toward the far corner where it gave you two some privacy and successfully pinned her on the wall, and pulled her face down to kiss her.

"You are fucking clueless how much I want you, don't you?" 

From the brief time you both stopped assaulting each other’s lips, she took it as an opportunity to catch her breath. She had her eyes closed, hands firmly cupping the back of your head keeping you close, her forehead pressed flat on your own. She didn’t exactly think she would get to kiss you the exact moment you confessed to her, let alone initiate this.

The kiss was brutal, none too soft. You both fought. Real hard. Bruising each other’s lips. 

The second time it happened, the taller woman initiated it. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, it caused a mix of pleasure and pain to surge in your core that pushed the nastiest of moans from your gaping lips. 

Miranda felt herself getting wet.

She grabbed your jaw while her lips worked toward your ear, "I fuck you in my head every night before I sleep and touch myself to the thought of you." 

Your body arched toward hers in response, "good to know.” 

The images of her, inserting those long luscious fingers into her own cunt while she whispers your name made your own fingers desperate feel her juices. 

Neither of you had the luxury of rationalizing things at the moment, you were far too deep in lust and she was far too wet to care. You both needed each other.

Her lips descended to your neck. Hands groping both of your breasts.

You unbuttoned her pants, pulled the shirt up and stopped to look at her in the eyes. God, her eyes were lust-blown, so beautiful and hungry.

“Do it.” She said, surging to kiss your lips once again.

While both of her hands were busy indulging the softness of your breasts, your own fingers worked between her thighs, doing long languid strokes. 

"Fuck,” she breathed against your skin, “If you're going to do it. just do it." she growled.

With a taunting smile, you pecked her cheek, "a little impatient now, aren't you?" and you bit her earlobe the same time you plunged a finger into her dripping cunt. Her body jolted, hands flying to your shoulders to steady herself. It didn’t last long until you pushed another finger making her bite the junction of your neck and shoulder to stifle her moans.

It was short but blissful. She came in just a couple of angry thrusts while your thumb moved deftly to play with her clit adding more stimulation causing her to cum.

When she finished, her arousal that coated your fingers was licked clean. She watched you savour her taste before you offer your tongue to her which she gladly sucked. 

Shortly, after fixing both of your appearances, the elevator dinged which meant someone was coming.

You weren’t surprised to see the small detective awkwardly making her way toward the constable. She stopped when she was close, “Detective,” she said, acknowledging you.

“Detective Griffin.” You retorted.

The tall woman painfully watched the awkward exchange.

You looked at Miranda, your hands tucked in your back pockets. “I’ll see you later.” 

“Okay.” She watched you leave for the elevator. Once you were in, she gave you a small wave. Which to you was pathetically adorable.

“What were you two doing here?” Griffin asked, intently watching her partner whose cheeks were flushed and hair was unkempt.

“Nothing...Just talking.”

“Is that a hickey on your neck?”

“Crap! where? is it too obvious?

Robbin smiled, smug after confirming her suspicions were true, "There's none. You panicked and asked instantly which means before I was here you two were screwing up." She said a matter of factly.

Miranda, who was guilty, kept rubbing the sides of her neck. Her eyes narrowed at the small woman, “What did you need me for?" And oh boy, she was grumpy.

"I found some lead on the case. We’re going to investigate now.”

Griffin casually said before she followed it by, “So, since when has this been going on?" 

"Oh we're not going to talk about this, Griffin."

But later on, in the car, Miranda could not stop talking about how much she fancied you, and just then, Robbin knew she made a terrible mistake bugging her about you.

#this is my first miranda fic so be nice #miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #miranda hilmarson imagines #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie #also am i the only one who finds her so effing attractive when she smoke? #smoking is bad but why so hot? #top of the lake #sweet confession

[wednesdayorwhatever]

get you a girl that can do both:

#she can be both sweet and intimidating #both innocent and dangerous #she is a powerful goddess and a sweet little cinnamon roll at the same time #i love her your honor #wednesday #larissa weems #gwendoline christie

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Messages for her, hidden in the flowers”

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

▸ 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬

▸ 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 : 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

wowie it’s been months :3 i feel bad for tagging after so long but since you guys asked @idontlikepexple @theregoesyourlifeagain

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Longing breeds gloominess.

Days have bled into a week, and a week into weeks since the first, and judging by no glimpses of hair the hue of sun-soaked clouds in the vicinity of your shop, seemingly last sighting of your angel inside your little floral haven. As hyperbolical as it sounds, you have been drenched in blues over the woman whose name you do not even know. A day after her appearance, you have told yourself that what the woman has evoked in you has been nothing more than an infatuation that will go away with time. However, when time only brings about the ripening of a pair of cherry red lips that come into your mind uninvited at the most random times, you are convinced of how hapless and hopeless you truly are.

Uneventful will be the most suitable word to describe your morning thus far. The absence of customer gives way to the tranquility of the shop, and that in its turn, leaves your thoughts whirling aloud. The availability of time on your hands is spent tending your flowers which for you is a means of catharsis. Faulty though it is, your endeavour to keep your mind from wandering off to a certain white haired goddess has been working impressively well, until it no longer does. While the redness of the roses conjures up a picture of sanguine lips, the yellow tulips that your eyes land upon next spill forth a waterfall of memories.

Her face has been so close to yours that you can count every little strand of peach fuzz on her cheeks. Her fingers, dressed in leather, has touched you with buttery smoothness, and the sensation lingers. Now, as it tingles pleasantly from where they have softly kissed your cheek, the pads of your fingers trace the echo of her touch with a tentative caress. You fear that too tangible of a touch will break the spell that she has seemingly casted upon you.

Just then, the sudden chime of a bell on the front door alerts you to a potential customer. In your haste to welcome them, you are rendered uncoordinated, subsequently causing the stool, that has been aiding you in reaching the topmost shelves, to wobble on its legs. Your attempt to stabilise the support is precarious at best, and unable to bring it back to steadiness, you poise to take the damage that is certain to come with the fall.

Broken bones, cracked head, sore limbs; out of all the terrible disasters that can befall you, you fall into the gentle arms of a gorgeous disaster that effortlessly takes your breath away.

“Careful now.”

The face of an angel who has sowed the seed of longing in you has seemingly manifested out of thin air, conveniently in your hour of need, and you have half a mind to believe that it is your eyes playing tricks on you. However, more than one evidence supports against such claim: the very palpable feeling of the tiniest flex of her fingers on your body, her warm breath like a delicate flap of a butterfly’s wing against your cheek, and the ambrosial aroma that transports you to the garden of Eden.

How she has managed to catch you in a heartbeat, you do not know. The perks of having long legs perhaps. What you do know though is that her arm is snug around your waist like a well-tailored belt while a palm on your abdomen keeps you steady.

“Are you alright?”

Her gloves, you realise, are obsidian dark as your eyes trail from the arrestingly blue depths of her eyes to her fingers that are holding on to your waist with unyielding resolve. They stay fixed on the lustrous leather for just a beat too long. Journeying back to the scenic planes and valleys of her face, and upon finding an emotion akin to concern, one part of you is a little bit perplexed while the other part of you is unabashedly pleased.

“Quite. Thank you.”

As soon as an affirmation has left your lips, a shadow of a smile touches her lips.

“My pleasure.”

“Here, let me.”

You slip your fingers into the offered palm of her hand which, partnered with a gentle palm on the small of your back, assists you in getting down from the stool.

“Hi.” Your sheepish murmur is received with a sultry drawl. “Hello there, darling.”

“Are you quite sure that you’re alright? You look positively flushed,-” You are too distracted by the miraculous manifestation of your angel to take notice of the peeling off of her gloves, but by the time a hand finds home on the curve of your cheek, you learn that it is very much naked. “-and oh my, feel that way too.”

“Mmhm.” You say dumbly. “Mmhm. Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Very fine. Just a bit hot is all.”

“That you are indeed.”

“Anyway, I was beginning to believe that our encounter was but a figment of my imagination.”

“My, do I appear unreal to you?”

The strawberry shade of your cheeks encourage one corner of her scarlet lips to curve slightly skyward.

“Well?”

Lips opening and closing with no words coming out, you must look every bit the picture of a fish out of water.

“I jest, although I have to say darling, red suits you spectacularly well.”

“I- uh- Thanks?”

“My, where are my manners. I come here to repay the debt.”

“Do you see anything that catches your eyes today?”

At that, she gazes you deeply in the eye with an intensity that almost has you collapsing in a heap.

“I’m rather indecisive for they’re all quite lovely. Why don’t you choose something for me?”

“If you could give me a moment.”

“Please, go ahead.”

Immediately, you walk towards the aisle that house varying shades of Camellias. Despite having a wide variety to choose from, it has been easy for you to settle on a colour. Pink Camellias in particular signify longing, and longing for her is what makes up the better part of your mind since her appearance weeks ago.

As you fix the flowers into a charming bouquet, you can tangibly feel the blue-eyed gaze that is quietly observing you up until the final embellishment is made with a neat little red bow.

“A gift for you.”

When you offer said gift directly into the hands of this living sculpture of a woman, you cannot help but zero in on her delectably painted lips, and their tentalising plumpness riddles you with dizziness.

“Let me buy you a drink then. If you’re not too busy, perhaps something to eat?”

Suddenly, the woman of your dreams is offering to take you out on not-exactly-a-date. A too-good-to-be-true opportunity has offered itself to you on a diamond platter, and you would be the most foolish of fools not to pounce on the opportunity to spend more time with her.

“Ah- yeah I-” Your attempt to look down at your watch results in futility when you find your wrist watch-less.

“The clock has struck eleven. Too late for breakfast, yet too early for lunch.” Her smile is that of amusement as she regards you with a faint tilt to her lips. “Say darling, shall we have brunch together?”

“Sure, let’s.”

Once the pair of you have comfortably settled into your respective seats and ordered dishes of your respective choices, she initiates conversation.

“You never told me your name.”

“You never asked.”

“Well, I’m asking now, aren’t I?”

It is with a sheepish grin that you give her your name. When she tastes it on her tongue, she makes it sound sweet, sacred.

“It’s lovely.”

“And yours?”

“Larissa Weems.”

“Why do I feel like I’ve heard it before?”

“Principle Weems of Nevermore Academy. Rings any bells?”

“You’re.” Silence ensues during which you search for a suitable word that will not rouse offence. “Different.”

“Outcasts, so we’re called.”

“Does it bother you? Me being different.” She pronounces the word as though it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

“No.” More firmly, with an adamant shake of your head, you repeat. “No, it does not bother me.”

There is a certain warmth in her voice as she murmurs. “Sweet girl.”

“We’re having a ball coming Sunday. I’m still in need of a partner. I’d like for you to be that person, but-” While, blue eyes are boring into you with a dizzying intensity, crimson lips close around the rim of a glass of water. “-would you?”

You gulp. Then, smile.

“Please, Miss Weems. It’d be my pleasure.”

“Larissa. Call me Larissa, please.”

Her hand engulfs yours on the table. The sweet gesture has your heart doing giddy somersaults.

“Alright, Larissa. I’d love to be your partner. Very much.”

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