M - Describes scenes of a sexual nature

“Pleeease!” Evangeline Kuester never begged. She demanded, she ordered, she fought. She didn’t scream and quiver. She took control, she had control. Evangeline Kuester knew exactly what she wanted. She was bold, certain, sure of herself.

But Elixa Mordent had changed all of that and Evangeline was quickly finding herself enjoying relinquishing the control, to fall to the power and pull of another. The strangest sensations of relief and fear accompanied with excited anticipation washed over her whenever near the witch. It was exhilarating, and such exhilaration hadn’t died down over the month and a half they’d been seeing one another as more than simple friends.

“No…” The blonde moaned, her head being thrown back against the wooden banister of the staircase. Any sense of time had been lost that afternoon with the curtains to the living room closed to ensure privacy. A dim lamp set the atmosphere in the cool room and the closed kitchen door ensures there would be no disruptions from Chou Fleur. The afternoon’s activities had been unplanned, Evangeline having been greatly taken by surprise by the appearance at her door of the witch she couldn’t stop thinking about.

Now, a couple of hours later, Evangeline Kuester, well respected assistant to the Minister for Magic was tightly tied to the wooden banisters of her staircase, exposed to the cool air and the mercy of her lover.

A bang against wood made the woman jump, eyes snapping to the front door to her left before looking back to Elixa, eyes wide. One thing she had learned over the past months was that the Healer had no shame and was anything but bashful.
“No!” Her voice was suddenly forceful, the German accent sharpening the single syllable as she fought the restraints around her wrists. “Don’t you dare…” But the grin Elixa gave her made it overwhelmingly clear that Eva still had absolutely no control of this situation and the Swedish delight would do exactly as she damn well pleased.

“Don’t you dare…”

Lix grinned, biting her bright right bottom lip suggestively. She had Kuester right where she wanted her, and what a pretty pale picture she was, tied up in rope. What a pleasure it had been so far to tease her and delight her. Belated birthday presents could be such fun, what with the anticipation of suggestive notes by owl as to when she might see her next. This relationship, or string of fun at least, with Evangeline was distracting Lix from any of her other playmates. Especially since she’d discovered the lawyer’s submissive tastes. It had been a while since she’d been invited to play that game with a lady, and she’d dressed in leather for the occasion.

“But I do.” Lix teased, leaning forward to trace a fingertip under Eva’s chin, the nail just grazing before she left another bright red lipstick smudge on her playmate’s lips. Her long, leather boots creaked a little as she crossed the living room to the front door, her backside not leaving much to the imagination in her outfit.

She opened the door just a crack, for as much as she was unashamed, they were in a Muggle neighbourhood, and she was wearing an outfit which would provoke comment at least. There, on the doorstep, was a woman, a little older than Lix had maybe expected, but with age came confidence, and beautiful red hair. She had dressed absolutely appropriately for arriving on the doorstep. Nobody would raise a question about how she was attired. The bottle of wine in her grasp was a beautiful touch.

“A red head, well, I did order something different,” Lix greeted the stranger on the doorstep, opening the door a little more so the red head could see her properly. “Do come in, she’s a bit tied up at the moment.”

Before the caller could say no, Lix reached out and seized the wrist of the hand which held the wine, and pulled, not roughly, just persuasively, to hurry the pretty witch inside.

It was unseasonably warm weather for a September evening but the heat of the day had somewhat cooled off by the time Harper Graves made her way to Eva's home. She was looking forward to their dinner - it had been a boring Saturday, and listening to stories about the Minister of Magic would be an entertaining solution. It definitely beat rereading old case files or taking in a muggle movie at the village near her own little house.

Harper knocked, glancing at her watch. This was their usual hour.

She was going to knock again when the door creaked open. A striking face peeked through, one she didn't recognise. Oh! Did Eva invite someone to join them? But then the door swung in even further and Harper's greeting died on her lips.

Wow. That... that was a lot of skin. And leather. And lace. Was she holding a cat o'nine tails[1]? Harper found herself being pulled into the house, which was lucky because she had been frozen to the spot. The front door shut behind her and she gave the woman an affronted look.

"Excuse me...?" she drew breath to ask what in Merlin's name was going on. That was when she saw Eva. Pretty much all of Eva. The wine bottled dropped to the floor. Harper's cheeks burned red and she immediately turned around to face the door, eyes raised to the ceiling. 

Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope. She saw a lot of interesting things in her life of work but Harper really wasn't expecting to drop in on her best friend's very explicit fuck session on their dinner night.

"Sorry!" she called out, holding her cold hands to her warm face. "I'm so sorry!"

1.	A kind of whip! The more you know!

A kiss and she was gone to the door, leaving Eva stuck, vulnerable. Her legs were weak, unsteady and her senses were on fire, but she chose to close her eyes for a moment. Whoever was at the door would be dismissed and they could continue with the most original birthday present she’d received in 42 years.

“A red head, well, I did order something different,” Eyes snapped open and her head span around towards the direction of the door that she couldn’t completely see with her inability to turn. She could only just see Elixa’s backside and long hair cascading down her back. What in Merlin’s balls was her talking about? What had she ordered? Food? A present? Eva’s head rested back against the wood once more as she listened, expecting a polite dismissal and farewell.

But the dark-haired, leather clad vixen invited the guest in.

Moments ago, the words ‘red head’ hadn’t meant much. Eva had been too distracted by her own situation and the reality of someone at the door with the anticipation of the healer’s ‘order’.
But the voice was impossible to not recognise after years of close friendship. Not even such recognition prepared her, however, for when blue eyes locked onto a familiar set of a similar colour and her previously flushed cheeks only further reddened, her heart nearly flying from her exposed chest.

The only saving grace was that Harper span around, evidently mortified and Eva’s gaze shot to her ‘playmate’, unspeakably mortified as she tried to wrench herself free and claim back some of the dignity having just been ripped from her in a manner she certainly didn’t find sexy! A humiliating reality hit her far harder than a cat o’nine tails and Eva wanted to scream.

“Scheisse!” She breathed, struggling for words, any words to cope with the disbelief and astonishment. “She's my friend!” She finally seethed through her teeth, breathy, tugging hard at the rope restraints on her wrists.

Ginger on the doorstep didn’t seem to want to come quietly, which Lix considered a spoiler for later.

Between the dull thud of the wine bottle on the floor, two sets of bright red cheeks, and the mutual squawking from both women only confirmed that Lix had made a dire mistake.

“She’s my friend!”

Lix’s jaw went slack for a second, looking between the two, a horrible feeling of dread filled her stomach followed by a rush of heat to her own cheeks. From somewhere in her tight and revealing outfit, her wand sprung to her hand. The ropes binding Eva’s wrists released and wound themselves up like retreating snakes onto Eva’s stairs above her. Upstairs, Eva’s wardrobe doors burst open and her dressing gown shot through the bannisters like a diving swallow.

“I am so, so sorry.” Elixa spoke at last. “Are you both alright?” She asked, quickly looking from one to the other, not a thought about how she was dressed, or the fact the whip was now at her feet. “Woah, little awkward, huh?”

Harper decided, as she stared at the door and listened to the commotion behind her, that she would always confirm dinner dates with Eva before dropping by unannounced. Nobody needed to see their good friend in this position - Merlin, how was she going to forget this had happened? And since when did Eva sleep with witches?? Was it a secret? Maybe the evidence had always been there but she had failed to pay enough attention to what was really going on.

            "Are you both alright? Woah, little awkward, huh?" remarked Eva's... girlfriend?

"More than just a little. I'm turning around!" Harper warned and faced the stairwell, where Eva was now safely wrapped up in a dressing gown. But the third witch had done nothing to cover up; looking at her properly now, Harper respected the outfit. It was good lace and well-suited to the purpose.

She really hadn't expected this evening to involve the offhand admiration of another woman's lingerie. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your date." Harper addressed Eva, glancing again at the dark-haired woman. "You've um. You dropped your..." she stepped forward to pick up the whip before handing it over. "I'm Harper. I don't think we've been introduced before."

Her smile was wry, in spite of her lingering blush. The situation was much more manageable now that all parties were approximately dressed.

It was what seemed an age between Elixa realising and releasing the bonds. Great relief flooded the witch as her dressing gown sprang through the bannister and she wrenched it on to regain any of the possibly lingering dignity. The rest had fled through the door when her entertainment for the evening had opened the door to the unexpected and right now, unwanted guest. The dressing gown was tightly tied when Harper announced she was going to turn around.

If Eva hadn’t been so overwhelmingly embarrassed, she may have laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. It was the sort of thing written about in seedy romance novels, not something a well-respected lawyer would be part of. Two well-respected lawyers at that! Perhaps Elixa knew an obliviation charm…

Harper bent down to pick up the whip and Eva’s cheeks couldn’t possibly have reddened any further.

“Haich…this is Elixa, my…” Eva’s now heavily accented voice paused, blue eyes flashing to the witch who’d made no move to cover herself up, not that Eva would have complained a moment before, “friend.” How else could she describe the witch in the leather boots?
“What are you-” she started before her voice trailed off, mind finally catching up. “Scheisse!” They’d had dinner plans. The meat for the lasagne was even sat in the fridge waiting to be cooked.

What a pretty pickle this was, Lix mused to herself as she stood between the two friends, entirely comfortable in her attire.

“I’m so sorry,” the lovely red head began, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your date.”
“Ah,” Elixa shrugged nonchalantly, “It was me who pulled you inside,” she glanced to Eva with a smirk, “case of mistaken identity.”

“You’ve um. You’ve dropped your…” The red head wasn’t averting her eyes much now, was she? Lix began to wonder if this friend might actually have been the present she ordered, but dismissed the notion as she was offered the whip back from the floor.
“Tack,” Lix replied automatically, tucking it into her boot and using the motion as an excuse to look the stranger up and down more closely. Smart, shiny brown shoes, jeans, mulberry coat, hint of a good figure, possibly a pleasing bosom under there too. Maybe the night wasn’t entirely over...

“I’m Harper. I don’t think we’ve been introduced before.” The red head gained a name.
“Haich… this is Elixa, my… friend. What are you- Scheisse!” What a nice introduction from Eva there. Friend. Pretty sure she’d been Mistress only ten minutes ago.

“Hi,” Lix flashed a smile, all teeth. “Lovely to meet you.” She offered a hand to shake, and as it was taken, leaned in to add in a low voice, “Totally didn’t think you were a hooker on the doorstep.” She winked and let go of Harper’s hand.

“Oh yeah, about that…” Lix gave Eva an awkward look, realising that there still might be another caller on the doorstep, “You haven’t got an owl have you?”

Eva's idea of friends was clearly much broader than anything Harper could conceive. Maybe they were just... friends with benefits? That was a thing people did these days, it wasn't unheard of. She shook hands with Elixa and mirrored her leaning in, only to be met by a statement that incited a nervous laugh.

            “Totally didn’t think you were a hooker on the doorstep.”

"It must be the trench coat." Harper glanced down at her outfit as she felt the other woman's appraising gaze. "Nothing that exciting underneath. I like your - well, what you've got going on," she gestured a circle to indicate Elixa's choice in lingerie. Sensing that they had to move on from the shock, somehow, Harper picked up the wine bottle she had dropped in surprise.

Staying on would probably be rude, even if Eva had completely forgotten their dinner. Harper imagined that the two witches had been enjoying themselves perfectly before she'd arrived. And Merlin knew who Elixa had actually been expecting!

"Should I just...?" she glanced from one woman to the other. "I can go, we can do dinner some other time. And with you, Elixa, if you want to join us?" With a different wardrobe, maybe, thought Harper.

Lix shook Harper’s hand and leant in to whisper to her. She was acting as if she wasn’t currently wearing barely anything and a pair of high boots. If Eva was to admit anything about Elixa, it was that the woman was oozing confidence, and it certainly wasn’t misplaced. She may have said that had they been alone and not in front of the friend who’d always seemed decidedly vanilla and uninterested in anything really different. Heck, Eva had never been interested in women until Elixa had shown her otherwise.

The past months had certainly been an eye opener…

“You haven’t got an owl have you?”

Bright blue eyes widened a fraction before shooting between Elixa and the door. She really had invited someone here. Eva wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. “In the…He’s in the kitchen.” Her hand was waved in the general direction at the back of the small house.

"Should I just...?" Harper clearly wanted to leave the room and Eva, by no means, could blame her. It was subconsciously that she pulled the gown tighter around her body as she folded her arms.

“She doesn’t.” Her answer was too quick. “I’m guessing.” A shrug. This was continuing to go downhill. “I mean…we don’t really do dinner.” Stop talking Eva. Stop talking now.

“In the… He’s in the kitchen.” Eva replied to her question, waving in the direction of the kitchen Lix had become familiar with as she visited. Kuester’s little dog would also be in there, waiting to be let out to play.

“Should I just…?” Harper the pretty, but sensible, red head began. “I can go, we can do dinner some other time. And with you, Elixa, if you want to join us?”

But the dark haired witch had already slipped away into the kitchen, distracted by the excited Chou Fleur who stood on her hind legs in greeting, wagging her tail and panting. Lix tried not to draw comparisons to the dog’s owner at the way she was greeted by the four-legged familiar, and put the door to behind so she couldn’t barge in on the two ladies.

As such, she didn’t hear Harper’s invitation, nor the sudden response from Eva. Their situation and power play had ceased the moment Harper had revealed she was not the guest, and the place returned to being Eva’s home. Still dressed unconventionally, Lix attended to a note in hope that she would stall the intended interruption, and attached it to Eva’s owl. She hoped she hadn’t outed her friend too uncomfortably to Harper, but maybe opened up possibilities for them both. Who knew if Harper might also harbour a bit of interest in what was going on.

When she opened the door again, Chou Fleur wriggled between her long boots and scampered into the living room to greet the visitor and her owner.
“Thanks lovely,” Lix addressed Eva, reaching for her own coat, “We’ll catch up soon, hmm?” She stepped forward to kiss Kuester’s cheek fondly before smiling broadly to Harper. “Pleasure,” she told the other lawyer, even if the way she looked at Harper suggested that it would entirely be hers if she got to know Eva’s friend better.

“I’ll take care of your present, darling.” She winked to them both, striding to the front door with that same confidence, amplified by the boots. She still had an appetite.