#nov2020

Alma couldn’t help but smirk slightly, raising a teasing eyebrow. You broke the eye contact as your cheeks flushed red. The damage had already been done, though, as Alma knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“Apparently Emma is having a bit of a nightmare, Fiona was getting worried.” She answered smoothly, moving around the room in search of the missing garment.

You couldn’t help the pang in your chest when you heard that Emma was having another nightmare. They’d been far too common recently. It broke your heart that the brilliant girl was dealing with so much and that she couldn’t escape it, not even in sleep.

“Did you ever bring it in from the line?” The memory of washing it that afternoon struck you. It seemed to remind Alma as well.

“I left it in the basket on the kitchen table.” She sighed.

Alma looked around for anything else that she could cover up with. Admittedly, there wasn’t much. It had been laundry day, so everything she could have used was in the basket with her robe. You marked your place in the book you were reading and stood up.

“I’ll go get it, Alma.”

The woman gave you a very grateful smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek in thanks. You accepted the affection wordlessly.

Slipping down to the kitchen, you moved expertly; avoiding any creaking stairs that could disturb the children. They needed their rest or they’d be terribly cranky the next morning. After successfully reaching the first floor without disturbing any of them, you crept through the kitchen, sifting through the basket of laundry.

It wasn’t hard to find Alma’s robe. The material was sinfully luxurious - soft like water running through your fingers. Though much darker in color. A deep blue that never failed to bring out Alma’s sharp eyes.

Normally you would stand around to admire the garment, but you knew the urgency. Emma’s nightmares lasted a very long time. The longer you left her to endure them, the worse off she’d be the next morning. It hurt everyone to see the girl in so much pain. A pain she didn’t deserve. You wouldn’t leave her to deal with that all night.

Alma’s gaze landed on you as you entered the room quietly, taking the robe gratefully. You couldn’t help but feel a loss as you watched it cover her, shielding her curves from view. It must have shown on your face. She leaned forward to place a lingering kiss on the corner of your mouth, before leaving the room.

As you always did, you cracked open your book and waited. The bed was terribly empty without Alma next to you. If you somehow managed to get to sleep without her, which was rare, it wouldn’t be soundly. Any noise would wake you. It was the best for you to just wait.

When Alma did return, you had no idea.

She was so light on her feet that you had no idea anyone else was with you until a hand tilted your gaze upward. No sooner had you met her eyes than she pulled you into a delicate kiss.

You hummed against her lips, closing your eyes as you were pulled closer to her.

“Was everything okay?” You couldn’t help but ask when there was a moment.

Alma let out a sigh, making you tense slightly. That wasn’t a good sign.

“It’s taking longer and longer to wake her,” She said softly, her voice filled with pain. It wounded her to see any of the children suffer in such a way, “And when I manage to wake her, she’s nearly inconsolable. There is a long period where she… she doesn’t seem to know who I am. Or where we are.”

You pressed your lips to her forehead briefly, trying to offer comfort in any way you could. Words were hardly enough. After being there the first few nights, you thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse. How wrong you’d been.

“We have to figure out what’s triggering this, Alma,” You whispered, “This can’t keep happening. It’s draining you and Emma.”

“I know, but that is a worry for the morning.” Alma said, laying down next to you.

You nodded, following suit. She wasted no time in pulling you close to her, burying her face into the crook of your neck. Wrapping herself in you was the closest thing she had to escape.

As you laid there though, no sleep came. There was too much on your mind. Alma was fidgeting in the way that you knew she couldn’t sleep either. Eventually, she shifted, propping herself up above you.

“Can’t sleep?” You asked softly. She shook her head.

“Too much on my mind,” Alma whispered, “I could do with a… distraction.”

You felt a nail trace a line from your jaw, moving down to your chest. There was little light in the room, but you could tell by the way her voice lowered that her eyes had darkened as well. They always did.

“What kind of distraction?” You teased.

Alma had always been a bit shy about initiating anything. She’d flirt and make suggestions, but when it came to the actual act, she’d pull back. You found that teasing her would break that barrier. She couldn’t stand not getting what she wanted.

You felt her shift, her mouth suddenly next to your ear. Her breath hot on your neck.

“The kind that involves making you beg for my touch.” She whispered, drawing the words out.

Your breath stuttered as excitement coursed through you. Her hands felt cold against the heat of your skin, working their way underneath the nightgown you wore. Teeth lightly grazed against the sensitive spot of your neck. You couldn’t help but whine.

The top of your nightgown was pulled down, allowing free access to your breasts. Alma wasted no time in taking advantage of that. Pulling, pinching, caressing - any touch made you whimper. You shifted your hips, searching for some kind of friction. Anything to soothe the building ache.

“My poor girl, you sound so pretty when you whimper for me, but I want to hear you beg. Can you do that?” She asked, a teasing note in her voice.

Stubbornly, you shook your head. You worried that she couldn’t see you, but she must have, considering her next move - when she pressed a toned thigh between yours, giving you the slightest bit of friction. You ground your hips down, moaning into her shoulder. But just as soon as it’d come, she removed it. 

“Beg.” Alma said.

“No.” You uttered breathlessly.

“Beg.”

You hadn’t noticed her hand move until it was pressed against where you needed it most. A startled noise escaped you unwarranted. It felt so good. You wanted her inside of you more than anything. So against your own desires, you begged.

“Please, Alma.”

“Please, what?”

“Please just fuck me.” You begged, not caring if you sounded pathetic or not. All you wanted was her.

Through the soft moonlight, you could see her mouth widen in a feral grin. You could feel the satisfaction emanating from her. Leaning down, her mouth was once again next to your ear.

“Good girl.”

Those two words alone would have left you a moaning mess, but combined with Alma’s fingers driving deep into you - any thoughts of keeping your volume down went out the window. You were grateful that she clapped her hand over your mouth.

“You such a mess, aren’t you? You just can’t get enough.” Alma whispered, feeling you convulse as you moved towards the edge.

Alma knew exactly how to push you towards the edge. You’d never tire of her telling you what a good girl you were or how much she loved hearing you. But it was her final words that finally did it for you.

“Now be a good girl and finish for me, darling girl.”

Your body tensed as you let out a strangled moan against her hand. It felt so good that you could’ve sworn your eyes rolled back into your head. You weren’t completely sure, though, as you were caught up in the feeling of Alma.

What you did know was that Alma was incredibly pleased with your responsiveness. Her low chuckle rang in your ears as her lips pressed to yours.

“Very good.” She said softly.