Gemma

She loved the feel of Gemma’s fingers tangling in her hair and she desperately wanted her to pull it as their lust for each other unraveled. She needed to be closer to the blonde if that was even humanly possible. There were too many things in the way for her liking and right as she was about to do something about it, Gemma gave her her first wish. She groaned as her head was ripped back. Willow glared at her before her expression changed to a sly grin at the other’s words. As she whispered in her ear she moaned pleased by what she heard and the sensation of the breath against her skin. She quickly pulled away snapping her wand at the door to give in to Gemma’s desires before casting the piece of wood to the side. She wouldn’t be needing it for what she was about to do, although the thought had certainly crossed her mind. She never went without her wand, but she had dismissed it without even realizing what she was doing; her mind too focused on the task at hand to understand what that truly meant.

As soon as the wards were in place all bets were off and Gemma knew it. This wouldn’t be some tender love making, but if she wanted that she would have gone to Dustin anyway. No, this would be desire, unrestraint passion. There would be sweat and fluids and probably even blood. It would take them to their boundaries and maybe even across.

The noises Gemma made as she slammed her against the wall got her heart racing and her mind whirling with all sorts of ideas. She instantly forgot the Hufflepuff in the corner and locked eyes with the blonde in front of her. She tightened her grasp as Gemma squirmed beneath her, a sly grin coming across her face. She was no longer filled with wrath, but want. The Gryffindor’s words not only surprised her, but also pleased her. She was absolutely right and that’s what made it worse. Gemma knew exactly how wild she drove her and did everything in her power to make it worse. It was torture watching her strut around like a little tease.

Gemma could feel the texture of the wall through her robes as Willow pressed her harder against it and her own body into hers. As soon as her arms were released she buried her hands in Willow’s hair while their mouths were busy battling for dominance.

Her emotions went from disgust to what she could only imagine to be jealousy as Gemma described her escapade with the other girl. As she toyed with her emotions even more she grew angry. This was a new type of rage, one she had never felt before and of course it was blondie that was causing it. “Watch you, with that?” She retorted, “I think not.” She continued towards Gemma until a single word caught her attention. 

She could see it burn dangerously in Willow’s eyes, jealousy, desire, need and the fury that Gemma made her feel those things. She gasped lightly when Willow pushed her up against the wall, the gasp turning into a light moan when she felt herself held there with strong hands. For a panicked moment she remembered that Brenda was still there, but out of the corner of her eyes she saw her sneaking out of the room. Apparently her friend had realized as well what was about to happen.

She snapped back at the Hufflepuff and grinned as she stammered out her explanation. But, then Gemma said that Brenda was a good kisser and she immediately turned towards the blonde, “What?” She sneered, “You mean to tell me that you’ve kissed that?” She asked disgusted and pointed towards the sniveling girl behind her. Now that Gemma was here she was done with the other fifth year. She wasn’t really planning on doing anything with her away; it was just a bit of fun. But, now Gemma was her fun and she was saying things Willow couldn’t stop thinking about. When the blonde asked if she wanted her to take her robes off she blushed and was actually speechless. She knew the answer was yes, but she couldn’t tell her that. Recently she wanted it more and more and her mind was filled with thoughts of the Gryffindor that drove her insane. 

Willow glared at her, and it was all Brenda could do not to try stuttering out yet another apology.  She knew, though, that it wouldn’t help anything. Her eyes snapped towards Gemma when she said that Brenda was a good kisser. Why had she said that? Didn’t she know it was just going to make Willow angrier? What if Willow came after her later because she was jealous or something? The dismay probably showed in her eyes, but neither of them was looking at her. A pang of sadness zapped through her when the older girl referred to her. Brenda wondered if she was disgusting somehow. That was how Willow had said it. Her eyes flicked downwards looking over herself, and she lost track of the ‘conversation’ between the other two girls.  

Gemma just smiled sweetly at Willow. “Sure have,” she said. “And if we didn’t had to fear waking you guys up … who knows what else could have happened,” she teased. “Or would you have liked that? Since watching seems to be kind of your thing?” she asked raising her eyebrows questioningly at the older girl. Willow blushing was kind of thrilling, it excited her. And when the girl started to come closer she felt her own body react almost violently, but thankfully not in a visible way. The air between them felt super charged and Gemma just knew … something was about to happen; she just wasn’t totally sure what exactly. She knew she had hit the bull’s eye with her statements, and that Willow desperately wanted her to take her robes off and have her way with Gemma, but she wasn’t sure if the older girl was really ready to admit that even to herself yet.

The girl’s stammering was really starting to irritate her. She was hoping for a bit of fun and this was not really even amusing her anymore. The Hufflepuff went to reach for her wand, but then started to freak out and go on and on. She didn’t want an apology she wanted a fight. If the little thing wanted to be a help to the Truthbringers she needed to learn how to fight and who better to teach her than Willow. The Slytherin took a step closer and raised her wand at the terrified female. “Pick up your wand.” She emphasized each word letting her know that she was not messing around and it was better if she were to just do what she was told.

Brenda couldn’t delay it any longer; she grasped her wand. If Willow was going to curse her, she had to at least try to cast something in return, right? But at the same time she felt sick to her stomach about even trying. Both girls knew how this “duel” was going to go, and Brenda wasn’t looking forward to that.

Gemma just smirked, not even bothering to draw her wand. “Well she is a pretty good kisser actually,” she said. “But I guess you’re more the visual type. Want me to take my robes off so you can have a better look?” Out of the corner of her eye she saw Brenda fighting for breath and digging her nails into her palms and she recognized the signs. Willow couldn’t notice; it would only make things worse for Brenda in the long run. Of course she knew that nothing of that sort had been happening here. From the looks of it Willow had challenged Brenda to a duel. When it was totally clear how that would end. It was an unfair fight and quite honestly Gemma was surprised that Willow would do that. The girl usually didn’t really fight weaker opponents.

Her laughter continued as the little mouse dropped her wand and cowered in fear at her. She let the girl stutter out her apology, but continued to advance on her. Maybe it was time that the little Hufflepuff truly learned her place and gave up on any aspirations to make something of herself. Willow had no problem being the one to teach the 5th year such a valuable lesson. “No,” she chuckled, “I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” The snake now stood directly in front of her new prey daring her to try and leave the room before she was finished with her. 

Brenda hated that Willow was laughing at her, but, of course, she wouldn’t say anything about it. It wasn’t like Willow would stop even if she did. She desperately wanted to get out of there, but the older girl was standing directly in front of her, blocking the way out. Brenda felt her stomach sink when Willow told her that she wasn’t going anywhere. It was so much like what Gail had said to her, and Candice before that, and even before that Calithra. All the blood in her face drained, and her mouth went dry. “C-can I p-please just g-go?” Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment. Brenda really, really did not want to cry in front of Willow. The older girl would never let her forget it, she was sure.

Usually Gemma slept like a stone and nothing short of a full out alarm would wake her. So it was rather strange when she woke up this night after her shift in medical at all. What was even stranger was the fact that Brenda wasn’t in her bed, or rather cot, either.