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“What are you doing?” Principal Weems voice broke the staring match you had been having with the handcuffs. You glance up at her, now wondering what trouble you would be in for going through her entire desk to find the ledger, “Why are you going through my entire desk?”

“I-Uhm-I-Uh-” You didn’t know what to say or how to react to the situation. You just found out that your boss keeps handcuffs in her desk and you have no clue why.

She makes her way over to you as you stand frozen in fear of what you have just done. You remain with one hand on the drawer as she walks to you. Both of your eyes move from the handcuffs back to one another simultaneously. Larissa seems to stand a little taller now, her presence looming over you, “Looks like someone found a toy. Care to see how they work?”

What was she asking? By her sultry tone, you wondered if she was asking for something of the sexual nature. You wouldn’t say no to that. Larissa was always the most beautiful woman in a room in your opinion. Now she was becoming dominant and kinky and it turns out you didn’t mind this either.

You feel yourself nod and she smiles in return, “Turn around.”

You feel yourself do as your told. You wondered if you were even in control of your own body. You hear the handcuffs be lifted from the drawer and her soft hands come to grasp yours. She pulls your left behind your back, the cold metal clicking around your wrist, and then the same for your right. Now you are bonded before her.

“Would you like to see what I make my pets do next?” She asked in a hushed voice, almost a whisper. You hear the drawer shut, and her front is pressed against your back.

“Yes.” You spoke without hesitation.

Larissa smirked to herself and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Get on your knees.”

You lowered yourself to the ground. Larissa came around to the other side of you, pushing her desk chair out and taking a seat in it. There you knelt before your boss. She was sitting tall before you, showing her prowess over you.

“Do you really want to do this, pet? I’ll let you go now if you don’t want to.” Larissa’s voice was less harsh and dominant. Before either of you continue further, Larissa wanted some form of consent.

“Yes, please.” You didn’t look up at her, but you were now looking at her endless legs that lay so close yet so far away.

“Wonderful.” Larissa lifted her hips and bunched her dress up around them. She sat back down and moved her chair closer to you, “Eat up, honey.”

Her pantie clad sex now sat before you. You felt like you were in a dream. Larissa placed one foot on the desk while her other leg comes over your shoulder to draw you in closer. One of her hands comes down to the back of your head while her other fingers pull her panties to the side.

You stick out your tongue and immediately begin licking as soon as you are close enough to taste her. You moved your tongue up and down, sliding from the top where you play with her clit, down to where you tonguefuck her. Larissa lets herself go and moans wildly, giving you feedback as you go, “Aren’t you just the perfect little pussy eater? Oh god… I might have to bring you in here regularly for this… Do you like eating my cunt, honey?”

“Mhm...” You hum in response, not stopping your worshipping of her pussy. Her tone of voice remained so sweet as she spoke to you. You felt the wetness pooling between your legs from the things she said. Her hand on the back of your head pulled you down as her hips ground against your mouth.

“Are you going to be my little slut? I’m sure you would love to have my cock filling you up after this. Handcuffs are just the start of it all, baby.” Her little pet names would be the death of you. She was practically face fucking you with her cunt at this point with the way she bucked and shifted her hips against you. You focused more attention in on her clit to earn more moans of pleasure from her.

Again you hum into her cunt, affirming that you do, in fact, want to be her little slut, “Mhmm…”

“Keep going, honey. I’m almost there.” Your jaw was certainly getting tired, but you had no intention of stopping until she was cumming. Which from her thrashing and moaning, you assumed would be any second now.

You must have moved your tongue against her clit just right. Larissa came as she held you against her cunt, her thighs now squeezed on either side of your head. You moved your tongue lower, hoping to get a sampling of her cum. After a few moments, Larissa grasped you by your hair, pulling your head back so you look up at her. You couldn’t help but groan in pain.

“Still not used to seeing you fawn over someone, not since-“

Pod’s words were cut short when you elbowed him harshly in the ribs, causing him to cough out in pain, which caught the attention of Brienne. She looked between you and rolled her eyes.

“If you continue to beat my squire, (Y/N), you will render him useless.” She teased, making you grin. Again.

“I’m afraid my lifelong job has been keeping him in check, m’lady, if I stop now I dont know what mischief he’ll get himself into!” You replied cheekily.

Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “And what mischief was he attempting this evening?”

Somehow, Podrick managed to recover from your wounding far quicker than you had anticipated, as he interjected. “Just bringing up a previous object of (Y/N)’s affections!”

Your eyes widened as you slowly turned to stare at him. If looks could kill, Podrick would have been dead years ago.

“Teasing about such things is cruel, Podrick.” Brienne frowned, then sent a softer smile to you, which stopped you in the middle of your mentally planning for murdering Podrick. “I’m certain that whoever it was should think themselves lucky to have gained your affections.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Perhaps, if they had known.”

Brienne’s eyes grew sad as she recognised that very heartbreak. “Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, no, it’s alright, really. I was a child and didn’t have the courage to confess.”

Podrick piped up again. “Are you implying things are different now?”

Your eyes very nearly fell out of your skull you opened them so widely. The camp of three grew silent and you swallowed, hard. This was it, either you seized the moment or regretted not doing so and let your best friend win - undoubtedly the worst possible outcome.

“Curse you.” Hissing between your teeth at Pod, you stood up and took the few steps required to stand in front of Brienne, who’s confused gaze never left you. Even sitting down, she was very nearly taller than you.

“Lady Brienne, might I borrow your sword.” You requested, and when her gaze flicked between you and Podrick, you clarified. “I promise not to use it on Pod.”

Satisfied, but still confused, Brienne handed you her sword. The weight of it impacted you far more than you had mentally prepared yourself for, which was only minorly humiliating in the grand scheme of what you were about to do, but you did not miss the small smile that curled at the corner of Brienne’s mouth.

“This is Oathkeeper?” You double checked and Brienne only nodded, which you returned.

Then, taking a deep breath, you lowered yourself to one knee and pushed the sword into the ground, feeling as though it was the only thing holding you up because you could no longer trust your own legs.

“Lady Brienne of Tarth, with this sword I swear an oath of truth to you. Do you accept?”

Blinking rapidly, Brienne nodded. “Yes..?”

This was not a real oath, you knew that as well as Brienne, but it was the sentiment.

Lowering your head, you closed your eyes, knowing you could not form a coherent sentence if you continued to look into her eyes. “Thank you. My first act under this oath of truth is to tell you that ever since we were introduced and you smiled at me because I smacked the back of Pod’s head, a great pain has plagued me, m’lady. It has become a constant companion of mine on this journey with you, one that I have come to know to the extent that I often forget it, until you smile at me or I see you swing your sword, or you talk about quite literally anything at all, but most of all when you laugh, and when I cause it I feel I could challenge giants themselves in battle if it were for you.” You chuckled, but you could not stop. This truth had been withheld for too long. “To defend your honor or in pure adoration of you, most likely a mixture of the two. And under my oath of truth, I must tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Finally, you lifted your head and opened your eyes, looking up at her from your place on one knee.

And Lady Brienne of Tarth was the picture of disbelief and wonder. There was a cross between a smile and continual gasp etched into her features, and tears in her eyes as she watched you stand to your feet and hand her sword back. She couldn’t speak, nobody could. The weight of what you had done and said suddenly felt suffocating.

“Forgive me, m’lady, I…need some air.” Your excuse was not only rushed but entirely ridiculous, you were outside, what more air could you possibly have access to? Still, you didnt have the time or the mental capacity to come up with anything better and as soon as the words were uttered, you all but sprinted for the trees.

The sound of your childhood best friend calling your name echoed behind you as you ran, but you were too mortified to turn back. Instead, you kept running, through the trees and into the night. You ran until you were so far from the fire you could hardly see, and then you fell against the closest tree to you, your back sliding down it until you pulled your knees to your chest and shattered. Pieces of you littered the forest floor as your tears and sobs wrecked your already shivering form. What on earth had possessed you? How could you possibly return, knowing that such a weighted truth had been heard by not only your heart’s desire, but your best friend? You were expected to continue journeying with them, to focus on finding the Stark girl and forget that your confession had ever happened. You had created quite possibly the most horrifically awkward situation in existence for yourself and for Brienne, what would she think of you? How would she ever look at you again? Clawing at your hair, you could only cry harder, the guilt you felt for what you had done to Brienne swallowing you whole and spitting you out in a putrid, sodden, freezing mess.

Maybe a minute passed of your cries being the only thing you could hear, and then there was a panic on the forest floor. Rushed footsteps, boots snapping twigs as someone ran, and your sobs halted. Tears blurred your vision as a towering knight ran a few paces ahead of you, sword in hand, the blade and her armor reflecting in the moonlight that spilled through the leafless trees above. Sniffling and hurrying to wipe your eyes, you saw that in her other hand, she held your cloak. The sound of your sniffle made her spin on her heel and when she saw you, she breathed the biggest sigh of relief.

“(Y/N)!” Brienne ran to you, crouching down to wrap your cloak around your trembling form. “By the gods, (Y/N), I thought I’d lost-“ Her words stopped short as she noticed your bottom lip beginning to wobble, even in the dark, she was so focussed on every detail of you.

“Im s-so sorry, m’lady, I should never-“ You started to ramble, but Brienne shook her head.

“Please, do not apologize. Come on, you’ll catch your death out here.” With that, she effortlessly scooped you up into her arms, silencing your sobs as you struggled to process that your palm was pressed against her armored collarbone.

Your mind had run away with itself and you could not think, so much so that you didn’t register the way Brienne’s eyes did not leave your face as she carried you back to the camp.

Podrick seemed to have taken the hint and hidden away in his own tent, because you caught no glimpse of him in your peripheral vision as you stared at the reflection of the flames in Brienne’s armor. She kicked the log she had previously been sitting on slightly closer to the campfire and you knew that, in a less fragile state, you would have probably lost your mind at such a casual display of her strength. Lowering herself to sit on the log, with you still in her arms, Brienne held you to sit up on her lap with a hand against your back as the other reached for a stick to provoke the flames a little higher.

“Is that better?” She asked gently.

You could only nod in response.

Emotionally exhausted, you rested your head against the chest plate of her armor and sniffled. For a few minutes, the two of you sat in a kind of comfortable silence that was only comfortable because you were in Brienne’s presence and trying your best to put off the inevitable.

“If you do not wish to speak of it, I will never ask it of you. I just want you to know that I appreciate it beyond what I can understand. Nobody has ever said such…kind things to me. Thank you.” Brienne broke the silence and chose her words carefully, trying to be as careful as she could while still saying what she needed to. “If you have come to regret it now, I understand.” Insecurity began to overtake her, but you were quick to combat such things.

“I only regret putting you in a situation that could have made you uncomfortable. That is what I am sorry for. The truth of everything I said has not changed and will not change, despite the pain of it all.” You mused, making a light joke of your misfortune.

Brienne wrapped your cloak tighter around you, ensuring you were sufficiently shielded from the cold. “It was a shock, but it was not uncomfortable. I don’t think you are capable of such a thing. I’m sorry for the pain I have caused you.”

You shook your head. “It is my heart, not you, that caused the pain. You dont need to apologize.”

Wrapping her other arm around you absentmindedly to hold you securely on her lap, Brienne looked down to watch you play with your fingers in your own lap. “I never wish to cause you harm, for that I must apologize.”

You couldn’t help chuckling. “Strangely, I wouldnt have it any other way.”

Brienne sat back to read your face, frowning in confusion. “Why?”

Seeing her face, you couldn’t help smiling up at her. “It’s hard to explain unless you feel it.”

She nodded, her frown intensifying as she tried to understand. “Can you try and explain it to me?”

You took a moment to deliberate before you answered. “It’s like…a nervous excitement, I suppose how you must feel before battling someone that you know will be an easy win. And the pain is a dull, tugging ache in the chest that plucks like a guitar string, like when someone compliments you very genuinely and it tugs at your heart, y’know?”

Brienne nodded, starting to understand. Her frown turned to the fire, but she did not say anything.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, so wishing you could read her thoughts, just this once.

“I had wondered what it meant.” She said, deep in thought.

“If I have to get back on one knee to get you to elaborate on that, you will have to let me go.” You teased, you couldnt help it, and Brienne let out the kind of hearty laugh that made your heart sing.

Her bright smile looked down at you and as you admired her, she spoke. “I dont think I want to.”

You blinked up at her. “Yeah, no, sorry, lost me again.”

Laughing and shaking her head at you, Brienne clarified. “I dont think I want to let go of you, you silly fool!”

Your jaw dropped and you lost the ability to speak. Brienne took this as her time to elaborate further, thank goodness.

“I had wondered what it meant. Ever since we met, I have had a fondness for you that I could not quite place, and when we have encountered enemies my first instinct has been to look for you and ensure your safety, rather than it being the mission at hand. It has become a habit of mine to look forward to the evenings, sitting by a fire with you. The kindness you have shown me is unlike anything I have ever known, you are like no person I have ever known.” Her eyes scanned your face as she spoke, watching you process her words.

“B-But…you’re a Lady, I’m just-“

Brienne cut you off. “I am no lady, and you are just everything I never thought I would be lucky enough to find.”

Silence fell, save for the crackling fire beyond you as you stared into each other’s eyes with soft expressions of a suddenly shared adoration. You saw her gaze flicker from your eyes to your lips, just for a second, and you grinned as Lady Brienne of Tarth swallowed nervously.

“May I?” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she asked you the sweetest question, and the ferocity with which you nodded was enough to make you both laugh again before she slowly leant in.

Your eyes closed first, Brienne treasured that for a fraction of a second, then followed suit. Soft lips met yours in a kiss that was so tender, so careful, but it was far from one sided. You kissed her with the same care, like she, too, was just as precious to you as you were to her, and her heart melted. As she fell into you just a little, your hands lifted from your lap to hold her face, then began running through her hair, causing Brienne to discover a weakness she did not know she had. Neither of you became aware of the change in position until you pulled away from each other to find you were straddling her, reflecting the same awe filled smile at each other.

“So, Pod takes off some of your armor and then I finish the job from now on?” You teased quietly and Brienne gasped, quickly pulling you closer to her to bury her flushed face in your shoulder as you laughed. “Too soon?”

“Quite!” She answered immediately, completely flustered but still laughing with you, in disbelief at how quickly things had changed and already felt normal.

“Does this make you my knight in shining armor?” You asked, your tone no longer teasing but instead excited in the most adorable way. At least,Brienne thought so.

“If that is what you would like.” For the first time, Lady Brienne sounded shy.

“My knight in shining armor, and so much more.” You mused thoughtfully, the strong arms wrapped around your waist squeezing you lovingly in response.

“I think I will have to start believing in one of those gods.” Brienne said quietly and you pulled away slightly to raise an eyebrow up at her. Letting go of your waist with one hand, she tucked your hair behind your ear as she admired you.

Inside the office wasn’t quite the war zone you were expecting. Larissa was halfway between her desk and the door, fury on her face. You ignored her, closing the door with a soft click and locking it again, mostly for her comfort.

“I told you to go away,” she snarled.

“Yes. You were quite forceful about it,” you said.

“Not forceful enough it seems.”

She resumed her pacing and you took a moment to watch her. Even in this state of anger she still managed to make your heart pound double time. You had never told her, but somewhere between being her employee and being her friend, you’d managed to fall for her so completely it was like no one else existed for you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or should I just open the wine?” you asked.

She waved her hand at you and you waited patiently. It wasn’t an answer, and if she wanted something from you she had to say it. Her steps slowed and she sighed.

“It’s our thirty year reunion this weekend,” she said, “and Morticia just RSVP’d that she and Gomez will be attending.”

“You assumed they wouldn’t?” you asked, finally venturing further into the room.

“They haven’t to any before now. Not that I’ve been to any either, but I can hardly miss it now it’s going to be occurring here,” she said, sinking down into one of the chairs in front of the fire. She buried her face in her hands.

“And you don’t want to see her.” It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway.

“She has the perfect life. Rich, beautiful, and married after playing with my heart while we were all at school together” You ignored the disappointment and jealousy rearing its ugly head, “I don’t want her to see me still alone.”

“Well, you could always bring a date,” you replied, slipping into the other chair.

She snorted, “right. Sure. Who’d go with me to my school reunion?”

“I would.”

She turned to look at you, eyes widening. You hadn’t meant to say it but now you were going to stick by your guns. You’d love to be her date. You really wanted to be her date.

“We’ll just pretend I’m your girlfriend or wife or whatever,” you said, “they’ll never know. Rub it in their faces that you have someone and you’re happy and successful and killing it.”

“You’d really do that for me?” Hope filled her face and all you wanted to do was agree to anything that would keep that look on her face.

“Of course.”

Which is all to explain how you found yourself standing in the decorated hall, watching Larissa greet some of her old schoolmates. Resplendent in a bright red dress, skin tight, showing off every curve, watching her was making your mouth water and your heart beat double time. Your fingers itched to touch her.

Purely under the guise of being her girlfriend for the night, of course.

You knew the moment Morticia and Gomez entered the room, her entire body stiffening. You turned, plucking up two glasses of wine, wending your way through the crowd.

“And this is truly a show stopping dress,” you heard Morticia say. The smile turned brittle on Larissa’s face.

“I thought it was time for a top up,” you said, sidling up to her side.

She turned, relief flooding her face. You passed over the glass of wine, biting down on your lip when her fingers brushed yours. Shaking it off, you slid your arm around her waist, relaxing as hers came to rest around your shoulders.

“You must be Morticia,” you said, turning to the other woman who’s eyebrows had risen in surprise, “Larissa has told me so much about you.”

“Nothing untrue,” Larissa replied and you looked up at her, knowing every single thing she’d said about Morticia and how little of it had been kind.

“Larissa, I was unaware you had such a captivating paramour,” Morticia said, offering you what you were sure she thought was a winning smile. You could see it, if she’d been your type, but you were more interested in a very specific type of woman.

“Yes, we have kept it rather discreet,” she replied, with a small laugh, “we can hardly act as teenagers and maintain our professionalism.”

“As long as it’s not due to any shame,” Morticia said, also laughing. Larissa’s fingers tightened on your shoulder. You had to bite back a growl at the implication. As if anyone would be ashamed of Larissa.

“I am so glad to hear you’ve found as much happiness as I have with my darling Tish,” Gomez said, stepping forward to join the conversation.

Morticia turned, hand coming to cup his cheek. He gazed up at her with a doting look on his face and she murmured something under her breath to him before their lips met. You looked away, having no wish to witness that.

“So how did you two love birds meet?” Morticia asked once they resurfaced.

“I began working here at Nevermore,” you said, glancing up at the woman in your arms.

“And I was smitten from the first moment,” Larissa said.

“How could anyone turn down this woman?” you asked, knowing full well she’d been turned down by the very woman instigating the conversation, “she is nothing less than incredible.”

She turned to look down at you, eyes widening a touch in surprise. You smiled up at her, shuffling just a little closer to nudge her. Her answering smile could light up the room.

“It is so nice to see it finally working out for you, Larissa,” Morticia said, interrupting the moment.

You both turned to look at her in tandem. You pressed yourself against her side, not bothering with propriety, just wanting the barbed digs from her ex to stop. She didn’t deserve to be talked to that way. Her hand on your shoulder tightened, almost painfully.

“I suppose it just took until finding the right person,” she replied, “it’s made everything else worth going through to find her.”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else,” you said, the words nothing but truth.

The way she looked at you, you were worried she’d heard the truth ringing in them. You bit down on your lower lip, her eyes flicking down to it. Heat coursed through your veins. It was all beginning to feel a little too real.

“Truly a real life miracle for you, Larissa,” Morticia interrupted before you could expose yourself any more than you already had.

Something in Larissa’s face tightened as she turned back to her old friend. She opened her mouth just as the song changed.

“Oh I love this song,” you said brightly, as if the whole conversation hadn’t been full of landmines, “may I have this dance, sweetheart?”

She plucked the wine glass from your hand.

“Would you mind?” she said, passing them over to Morticia without waiting for an answer.

She threaded her fingers through yours, tugging you onto the dance floor. You slipped your arms around her neck, grinning as her hands settled on your waist, a touch unsure.

“You’re doing amazing,” you murmured, just loud enough to hear you over the music.

“Really?” You hated how unsure she sounded.

“You’ve got this,” you said, “and I’m right here with you through it all.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” There was so much wonder in her face. Your heart skipped a beat and for a moment you forgot it was all fake.

You swayed to the music, focusing at something over your shoulder if only to keep from getting lost in her eyes. You just had to get through the weekend without your heart getting too entangled. Her hands slid down to your hips, tugging you half a step closer.

“What are you thinking about?”

She was still looking at you as if she wanted to unpack every little thing about you. You shook your head.

“Nothing,” you replied.

“I lost you there for a moment.”

“I was caught up thinking about how wonderful spending this time with you is,” you said, smiling at her, hoping she wouldn’t read how many feelings were behind it.

“Careful, I’ll grow used to hearing these things from you and then you’ll never be rid of me,” she said, smiling too.

“I hope I am never rid of you.”

Her eyes sparkled and something shifted in her face. Your thumb brushed against her pulse point and her eyelids fluttered closed. She seemed to tense under your touch. You drew your hands back.

“Sorry,” you said, not able to look at her.

“No, it’s okay,” she said, grip on your hips tightening, “it’s all part of the ruse, right?”

“Of course.” Your heart dropped.

You placed your hands back on her shoulders, swaying in time with the music, but the bubble was broken. Of course she was just playing the part of doting girlfriend, any truth was coming all from your side. Someone as amazing as her deserved so much better than you.

“Do you want another drink?” she asked.

“God, yes,” you sighed, “please.”

Her hand was warm in yours as she led you off the dance floor. You rested your head against her shoulder as she got you a cup of the punch. She turned, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear after passing you the cool glass. She lent towards you, breath ghosting over your skin. You shivered as her lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Morticia seems to be furious,” she whispered, “who knew you were such an accomplished actress?”

You turned your head, nose brushing against her cheek. You were so close you could kiss her. You wanted to. The desperation must have been showing on your face. She pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, so close to the corner of your mouth. You took a shaky breath in you were sure she must have heard it.

“She keeps looking over at us,” she murmured as she drew back.

“I’m glad we’re putting no a good show then,” you replied, almost keeping your voice steady.

She quirked an eyebrow at you but you didn’t have an answer for her. Instead you took a drink from your glass, a small dribble coming out the corner of your mouth. She chuckled, thumb swiping away the wetness along your lips.

You didn’t think, nipping at the pad of her thumb. A pretty blush bloomed over her cheeks and her eyes darkened. Your eyes widened and your breath stilled. The way she was looking at you made you tremble. You felt heat bloom low in your stomach.

“You love birds look as if you’re in need of some privacy.”

You jerked away from Larissa, heart hammering in your chest. You couldn’t bare to look at either her or Morticia as you tried to wrestle your control back. It wasn’t happening.

“I know you’re concerned about students but there are no students here,” Morticia continued when it became clear she wasn’t going to get an answer, “surely you can give your love a kiss instead of forcing her to wait.”

“Some of us have more self discipline than others, Morticia,” Larissa replied, a hand slipping around your waist, resting on the swell of your hip, “our relationship is not on display for everyone.”

“Just one little kiss,” Morticia wheedled, “unless perhaps you’ve been overstating your relationship.”

It was a goading attack but you knew the moment Larissa made her mind up. Stiffening beside you, you turned to tell off Morticia. A warm hand cupped your cheek, turning you further towards Larissa.

You froze under the brush of her lips. She kissed you harder and you couldn’t do anything but wait for it to be done. Once she drew back your heart began hammering again.

“I’m sorry, I have to…”

You couldn’t look at them, unable to form a proper excuse before you turned on your heels and strode out of the room. You didn’t know where you were going, only knowing you needed some space from the woman you could still taste on your lips.

The night air hit you like a truck as you emerged in the quad. You took a shuddering breath in, stopping, wrapping your arms around yourself. Tears gathered in your eyes and all you could do was curse yourself for agreeing to this, knowing it would ruin your heart.

The air changed and you knew someone was behind you. Larissa said your name, achingly apologetic. You shook your head, refusing to turn around.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, “we never discussed if that was okay and I overstepped. I lose all control when it comes to her. It’s like I see red. I’m so sorry for allowing you to end up on the receiving end of that.”

“It’s okay,” you said, hating how choked up you sounded.

“Clearly it’s not.

“It’s not important,” you said, “I’m sorry if I ruined it with Morticia.”

“I don’t care about that.”

Strong hands landed on your shoulders, turning you to look at her. Fingers on your chin lifted your face until you were looking at her and it was like your chest broke open at the expression on her face. Her thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away the tears.

“I care about you being okay.”

“I’ll be fine,” you replied, “you should go back in. Give my apologies. I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“You haven’t ruined anything,” she said, “please tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

“I shouldn’t have said suggested this. I wanted to help you out so desperately but I knew it was a bad idea,” you said.

“It was a wonderful idea, darling,” she replied, cutting you off before you could continue.

“Not for me. I just…” You squeezed your eyes closed, “Larissa, I have feelings for you and I know you don’t feel the same but pretending with you is killing me. I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

“Who said I don’t feel the same?”

Your eyes snapped open. She was looking down at you, still worried but there was a smile curling the corner of her mouth.

“What?”

“Darling, I’m hardly going to agree to pose as a couple with someone I didn’t have feelings for. I thought you were the one pretending for my sake,” she replied.

“I don’t…” You couldn’t wrap your mind around what she was saying.

“You’re my entire world, darling. And I’d really like to kiss you for real now.”

You didn’t give her the chance. You pulled her down into a bruising kiss, laughing and crying and unable to stop. She was kissing you back, her tongue stroking along your bottom lip until you gasped and it swept into your mouth. You were clutching at her and everything was so intense it was making your entire mind blank.

“See, cara mia, I told you they were okay.”

You broke away, peeking over her shoulder. Gomez and Morticia were standing in the doorway, watching the two of you. Morticia’s lips were pressed together and her hand appeared to be gripping Gomez’s arm tightly. He, however, was smiling.

“I think Morticia was right,” you said. Larissa turned to look at you sharply, “I think we do need some privacy.”

Her face broke into a bright smile, her thumb brushing away the last of your tears. You hummed, slipping your hand into hers and dragging her past the Addams couple with a bright smile and a murmured goodnight.