Heart over Head (M)

[Atalanta Pendergast]

There was so much she wanted to say, so much Attie needed to say but words dissolved in the wake of Margaret's lips against her skin and oh my-- A guttural noise, Merlin knew what sort of sound it was, escaped her mouth and her head flew back against the sheets behind her. Perhaps there was something in all of this heaven nonsense after all: she had always pitied the muggles for their blind faith in something that couldn't possibly exist but Margaret's mouth against her breast was beyond this earthly existence and she arched up into it, sending a prayer of thanks out to whoever, whatever, might be listening, for bringing her the woman hovering above her.

"Oh Margaret," she breathed, slightly perturbed by the lack of access to Margaret their new position provided but she could hardly complain with the other woman's lips against her skin like this. But she was still far too clothed and as delightful as the sensation was the need to reciprocate was entirely too desperate to resist.

"Come here," Attie pleaded, meeting Margaret's eye with urgency. "Please."

  

[Margaret O'Neill]

But for the plea that came half-whispered from her mistresses lips Margaret thought she might have defied the other woman because the thought of moving from her current position was anathema to her. With a tremendous effort she crawled back up Attie's torso, her lips brushing over her skin as she went, the pull of the soft flesh far too much for her weak will.

She met Attie's lips again in a kiss, gathering confidence from quite how flushed her mistress appeared to be and setting her legs carefully either side of the darker woman's thin waist. She reached out to run her fingers gentle over the skin, the tips of her digits just tracing the top of Attie's puckering pink nipple.

"What should I do?" She asked breathily, heat pooling between her legs as she considered how little lay between then now.

  

[Atalanta Pendergast]

There were numerous things Attie wanted Margaret to do - and if she hadn't been quite so intent on reciprocating she would have given into the disappointment she had seen in the other woman's eyes when she had told her to stop and spent the rest of the afternoon being worshipped as she was certain Margaret would worship her if left to her own devices. But the feel of Margaret's clothed breast alone was not enough, and she wanted nothing more than to see it, to feel it, to kiss it as the other woman had kissed her skin, and she curled her finger around one cotton sleeve and slowly tugged at it.

"Undress," she murmured, her hips moving seemingly of their own accord up against Margaret's own. "Let me see you, Margaret."

  

[Margaret O'Neill]

Margaret sighed helplessly at the friction Attie's movements caused between them and she nodded at her lady's words before she had fully heard them. If she'd hesitated for a moment Margaret knew she would have thought too much about how her body would compare against the wonder underneath her so instead she allowed herself to be led by instinct.

Nodding between desperate kisses Margaret lowered her head and shoulders, lips pressing against Attie's heart and helping the other woman ease the material over her head. Feverishly she pushed it aside once she was free of her chemise and kissed Attie in an attempt to distract the other woman from looking too hard.

But that was not to be apparently and Margaret soon found herself being urged into a sitting position and, despite the flush that was spreading over her neck and breasts at the very thought of being so exposed, the sight of Attie's flesh so close to her own made her whimper at the back of her throat and tighten the grip of her thighs around Attie's waist. Her arms lifted before she could stop them, her instinct being to shield herself from the other woman's gaze.

"Sorry," she blushed further but couldn't move her arms. "Sorry..."

  

[Atalanta Pendergast]

Atalanta's brow creased in genuine concern as her fingers caressed Margaret's hips and kept her close: she couldn't abide the thought of Margaret bolting and her grip tightened on the other woman's flesh in both pleasure and terror in an effort to hold her in place. Her brief glimpse of Margaret's skin had inspired pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before and Attie was eager to see more, but not if it made her uncomfortable! She would never forgive herself if she pushed Margaret away.

"Don't be," she murmured, moving slowly, tentatively closer to lay her hand gently on Margaret's shoulder. It wasn't where she wanted to place her hand but the warm flesh still sent a wave of pleasure through her body. "You have no need to be."

The hand resting on Margaret's shoulder shifted slightly, skimming the flesh of her arm in a feather light caress promising so much more. But only when Margaret was ready, and Attie leaned in to press a lingering kiss against her cheek.

"You're beautiful," she breathed, her lips pressing to Margaret's jaw, her throat, and travelling lower before stopping at the point where the other woman's arms restricted her freedom. Her own heart hammered with her nervousness, but she was married with four children. Margaret's flesh was presumably unexplored territory. "And I'm rather eager to see more of you, when you're ready."

  

[Margaret O'Neill]

Margaret shuddered at the light touch to her arm and leaned into it without any consciousness of doing so. It wasn't that she especially wanted Attie to cease in her administrations but all at once the momentum she had been building up seemed to have hit a wall and the nerves she'd been trying to push aside had hit her with their fullest power. She was shivering slightly and felt as though her head was spinning and she knew that the physical aspects of their current situation aside it was simply because she had never felt quite the same way about anyone else before.

"I am ready, I know I am."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at how foolish she sounded û now would hardly be the time or the place û and with a strength she didn't know she possessed she allowed her arms to fall to her side. Attie's words, said in such a soft, loving way, made her feel like honey and she melted back against the other woman and leaned into the tantalising kisses to her throat.

If she wasn't ready now with Attie then when was she ever going to be for Merlin's sake!

"Please don't stop."

  

[Atalanta Pendergast]

Atalanta had no intention of stopping, not with Margaret's beauty on full display before her and she sighed in pleasure before her lips resumed their explorations. It was a difficult decisionùon one hand she could have quite happily spent hours staring at the beautifully exposed flesh without ever tiring of the sight, but then she wouldn't have been able to do this and Attie didn't think there was anything else in the world she would rather do than press her mouth to Margaret's skin. The flesh was softer than she ever thought possible and burning presumably with the heat of her desire, and the urge to reciprocate the earlier pleasure Margaret had given her was utterly impossible to ignore.

She had never imagined, not in a hundred years, she would have succumbed to a love affair and with a maid at that, but everything about this felt utterly right, and Attie gave happily in. One hand curved delicately over Margaret's soft hip and the other cupped her breast at precisely the same moment her lips grazed a hardened nipple.

  

[Margaret O'Neill]

The placement of Attie's lips was as scintillating as it was unexpected and Margaret couldn't prevent the whimper that escaped. She had been determined to seem less green than she actually was but when Attie insisted on pressing full lips against sensitive skin there was little she could do to maintain her composure and she gasped.

The swirl of Attie's tongue was a revelation and she instinctively ground down on the other woman's lap, begging for a release with her body that she scarcely knew how to ask for verbally. The very thought would have been enough to make her blush from throat to thighs if she wasn't already doing just that.

She reached up her hand and cupped it over the back of Attie's where is rested on her breast, squeezing the fingers over her flesh.

"I didn't know it could feel like this," she breathed out, blushing but finding her previous troubles flitting away from the look in Attie's eye. Bracing herself carefully on Attie's shoulder she twisted her head until she could catch the other woman's lips in hers again and press her carefully back until she was lying flush against Attie's body.

  

[Atalanta Pendergast]

Neither, thought Attie, had she, though she was loath to think of Reuben again when Margaret was pressed against her like this. She had never felt such ecstasy, and she drew in a ragged breath at the thought of just how much better she knew it could be. She already knew Margaret so much better than she had dared to hope for, but her tentative research had made it perfectly clear there was more exploring that could be done. There were so many other ways she could love this woman, and releasing the breath in a shuddering sigh she pressed her fingers nervously to Margaret's thigh.

"Mm, but there's more," she murmured against the other woman's lips as her fingers travelled higher, pressing gently between her legs and parting her thighs. "If you'll let me show you."

  

[Margaret O'Neill]

Margaret was absolutely sure that there was nothing in the world that she wouldn’t allow Attie to show her now and with a buoyed smile she reached down to cover her lover’s fingers and drew them closer. She might be something of a novice when it came to physical love but she could guess well enough what would feel the most wonderful.

“Everything.” She leaned down to press her lips to Attie’s again, gasping sharply at the feel of tentative fingers brushing over her sensitive flesh. She rocked her hips instinctively and noticed that somehow they were still wearing some clothes. Once she had noticed she could think of nothing else of course but what was still being hidden and an instinct deep within her knew how wonderful it would feel to be able to touch all of Attie’s skin unhindered.

Smirking she climbed gracefully off Attie’s lap until she was stretched out next to her and able to reach the rest of the material.

“Shall I help you to undress ma’am?” She spoke playfully as her lips grazed daringly over the edges of Attie’s breasts.

  

[Atalanta Pendergast]

The teasing lilt in Margaret’s voice prompted a giggle that was soon silenced by the lips grazing her skin. Attie sucked in a breath, letting her fingers drift through Margaret’s hair and silently reminding herself to be quiet. The house might be relatively deserted but it only took one maid, one hall-boy, to suspect the truth and her reputation would be utterly ruined. They would, Attie thought with no small measure of excitement, simply have to practice being quiet!

Margaret was right. They really were far more overdressed than they ought to be but so far it had not hindered their pleasure; Attie suspected it would only add to it now and steeled herself for a rather sort of different undressing experience.

“I suppose you ought to,” she replied, breathless and, goodness, so flushed. “Merlin knows I can’t do it myself!”

  

[Margaret O'Neill]

Margaret laughed at that and reached out to thread her fingers through Attie's, bringing the other woman's hand up to kiss the back in a gesture that was entirely at odds with the blazing way her eyes were trailing down Attie's torso. For all of her life she had avoided this with men, feeling herself go icy inside at the thought of being touched without giving much thought to why, but now with Attie it was altogether too obvious and she felt lighter than she had in years.

"I wouldn't want you to either..."

Her eyes never leaving Attie's, just in case she did something wrong, Margaret slid her fingers around the top of Attie's underwear and tugged it down long, pale legs. It was an action she had completed for her mistress several times now when preparing her for a bath or bed but things were quite different now that the only scrap of clothing left was Margaret's own underwear and Attie was on her back gazing at her in a way that made Margaret shudder.

"I'd rather never put them on you again!"

Their lips met again and Margaret melted into the other woman completely, surrendering herself to whatever the wondering feeling between them was.