"Um," she says eloquently. "...I didn't know she was going to do that?"

Fay makes a perfunctory attempt to Transfigure her way out. It doesn't work, of course. She sighs. "I didn't either."

She's not looking at Ellie.

"Well, um."

"Did you have anything you wanted to talk about?"

"I..."

"Not really. Anything I want to talk about, no."

She perches on the edge of the loveseat.

"I guess Anathema thinks otherwise."

"I guess so."

"Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"Umm..."

She pauses, and then, cautiously: "I don't want to - keep you from talking about things that are important to you. I'm willing to listen."

"Would you... sit down, maybe?" She pats the seat next to her and eases back a bit.

She does, not touching Ellie - though the seat's narrow enough that's not trivial - and looking only mildly unsure of herself.

"We haven't, um. You haven't been hugging me as much, since..."

"...Oh."

"I'm sorry, I'm - "

"I'm not mad at you. At all. Ever. I - "

She looks even more uneasy.

"It's - a problem with me, that I need to work on."

"But... what is the problem?"

"I..."

"It's nothing that's your fault. Nothing I can't - handle, and I should just - get over it soon."

"You know... you can talk to me, right? I won't stop- stop loving you."

She is not going to say 'maybe you should' because that would not be productive.

"I love you."

She takes a deep breath. "I - "

"I'm scared it would challenge that. I don't know if that's - rational. But... If you want to hear, and - don't just want to wait for me to get my head in order - I. Can think about how to say it."

"We might not be getting out of here unless you do say it. Bet Anathema will just send food in and stuff."

"I can talk to her about - not sticking us in here."

"Clearly she thinks this is important. And you have been acting weird."

She bites her lip.

"...Alright."

"I - "

She looks away from Ellie. A long pause, then, quietly: "I find you - attractive. In. Ways that're really inappropriate for - the relationship we have. And I had been just. Pushing it out of my mind. But - my ability to do that seems. Reduced. Lately."

She blushes, and bonks her head into Fay's shoulder.

"Faa~aay," she whines.

She's definitely blushing, though it's a bit hard to see clearly with her still refusing to look at Ellie.

"Faa~aay." She giggles. "You have a crush on me!"

Awkward nod. "You don't - "

She swallows a bit.

"Don't hate the idea. Said I love you."

"You're pretty, you know."

She looks very surprised and starts somehow blushing even more.

(Ellie's never gotten even Anathema this bright red.)

"...You're pretty, too."

Heeeeee.

"Thanks." Nuzzle.

She relaxes a little bit. Just a hair. Still looks uncomfortable, though.

"...I."

"Guess I don't know why you're - not bothered."

"Well. Why should I be? I love you and you love me, and I like you and you like me. Seems easier than fourth year."

"...You're seventeen and I'm turning fifty in a month, I'm your professor and legal guardian, I've been raising you since you turned eleven... And I'm not. Always sure. If I've - behaved appropriately."

"I've been - noticeably attracted to you since your fifth year. It's... I'd be furious at any professor who - pursued something like. This."

"You're not any professor. You're Fay."

"...I. Don't want to be a hypocrite."

"We'll quit school. Start traveling this year."

"You should be able to finish your education..."

It sounds like a very weak protest even to her own ears. 

"We've already got most of our NEWTs. And why would we stop learning just because we leave school?"

"I..."

Pause.

"I don't think I'm - comfortable making decisions about this in... Any direction." Swallow. "Can you just. Tell me what to do?"

"...If that's what you want."

"...It is, yeah."

"Okay."

"Then, you should..." blush, "kiss me."

She turns to Ellie, blushing, head down, but looking up through her eyelashes. She leans into Ellie some, sides brushing, and lifts her hand to Ellie's face, cupping her cheek and turning her towards her.

And then kisses her, lightly, her lips brushing over Ellie's.

"More," she says, kissing back.

She winds her hand into Ellie's hair, kissing her more intensely. (She's a very good kisser.)

Yes very good.

This is - nice. More than she'd ever let herself dream of.

(The room regrows a door.)

They're both a little too busy to notice that.

She doesn't push for more at all, but - she'll keep kissing Ellie as long as Ellie wants. 

That's good.

"Looks like the door's back..."

"It is. I suppose your wife's satisfied with our talk."

"Shall we go out and see?"

She nods. "It'll be good to talk to her some..."

Suppose that means they have to get up.

Apparently.

(Small kiss, then stand?)

One-two-three up.

And off to find Anathema?

Off.

Anathema's lurking nearby with an exceptionally smug look on her face. "Talk went well, I take it."

She sticks her tongue out at Anathema (still holding hands with Fay).

"You're nosy, you know that?"

"A nose this cute is made for sticking in my wife's business."

"You're not wrong."

"How do you feel about not sticking around for seventh year?"

She hums. "I mean... We do still have some stuff to learn, but - we've gotten NEWTs or OWLs in everything important to us? Only two we were gonna take this year were History and Potions, and History we're self teaching anyways..."

"...And school's been kind of - weird."

"Why, though?"

"Fay feels weird about dating a student. So I'm going to stop being a student."

She kisses her wife. "Awww. Is Fay going to stop being a professor, too, or are we just gonna hang around Hogwarts as totally not students?"

"I think my proposal was that we all start traveling, but I was a bit distracted at the time."

She squeezes Ellie's hand. "It's up to Ellie, what I do there, and up to the two of you where we go."

"Yeah, um. Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asks of Anathema. Glance and quick smile for Fay. "Just the two of us."

"Sure."

She squeezes Ellie's hand. "I can entertain myself for a bit."

Once Fay's gone- "You weren't... watching, in there, at all?"

"No, though I would've heard if you guys started shouting..."

"No, nothing like that. It's just that, um..."

"Fay asked me to tell her what to do? So I told her to kiss me and she did, and now it seems like she's going to quit her job if I tell her to, so- I just want to make sure I'm telling her to do the right things."

"Oh."

"Why does she want you telling her what to do?"

"Not sure. Think she might've been scared?"

"Of what?"

"Changing. Losing me."

"...Maybe we can sit down and you can just tell me - everything? Or I can talk to her about it... Because what's right by her kinda depends on her internal logic there?"

"Yeah."

So they can sit, and she can relate to Anathema everything that happened in the closed room.

Anathema leans against her, frowning. "So... Without asking her for clarification, that sounds kinda like part of my panic in fourth year? Before we started dating. I didn't want to tell you I had a crush or ask you out, because I didn't want it to mess up our friendship or for you to decide to date me just because of my feelings, not yours? So I wanted you to be the one who asked me out."

"And that was the extent of it? But she's got that uncertainty and this whole kind of... Thing? That any relationship between you two would be coercive, and I bet it probably will look coercive to outside people? Even if we make it not technically illegal, if you guys openly date she... That's the type of thing I bet people would stop being friends with her over. But she might not want a secret relationship, but... I think the thing she'd be most scared of is what if it's secretly coercive?"

"It'd be terrifying if I was constantly being told dating you would be predatory, and I agreed in the abstract and in every case I saw that didn't involve us, and then I fell for you anyways. Because it'd be hard to believe this time it's okay when it never has been before. So... She's probably scared that if she expresses something she wants, you might decide to try and make her happy even if it's not something you want. And she's scared of... The same thing you are. Doing right by you. She doesn't know what will make you happiest, so... She's just letting you decide."

"It - might be more than that, too? She didn't seem stressed when she came out, even though it sounds like she was super stressed in that conversation? Making people you like happy can be really nice - I like doing stuff for you... So it might be. Letting you make decisions also means she doesn't have to worry and can offload all the anxiety and second guessing, and that she's definitionally doing things you want."

"I dunno if that makes sense as a whole thing..."

"I think so."

"Can you- help me make sure I'm telling her to do the right things?"

She nods. "Yeah."

"I do think one of the first things you should tell her to do is give you some boundaries? Or... At least say explicitly if she doesn't have any. And tell her that she should let you know if she's enjoying something that's happening, and also do that with specific stuff - I think that'd be okay in a way that asking for wants isn't?"

Nod nod.

Hug. "Wanna go talk to her, then?"

"Before that... Do you think it would be a good idea for her to quit teaching?"

"...I think you shouldn't date her while she's a teacher, even if you're not a student. I don't think she'd like being a secret? But if you quit school to date her, and everyone kind of just immediately knows about that, it'll make things really hard for her, like, socially."

"I don't think she'll mind quitting and going somewhere else, though. We've killed Voldemort. There's a lot to be done still with cleaning up the mess, but... We've done a lot. Someone else can clean."

"Okay." Hug. "Thanks."

Hug. "You're welcome."

"Sorry this ended up kinda hard."

"Would have been worse if you hadn't stuck your cute little nose in, I think."

She laughs and kisses her wife. "True. Seeing you two pine was painful."

"You fixed that, at least."

"Glad I could be of service."

Kiss!

Time to go talk to Fay again.

Fay's waiting for them. "Talk go well?"

"Yeah, it did."

"Okay. I'm glad."

She hesitates, a bit, then - "Did you decide what to do about Hogwarts?"

"Um, before that... I need you tell me if there are any things you don't want me to tell you to do. Lines I shouldn't cross."

She hums, gaze drifting off a bit. "I'm... Unsure..." Pause. "There's very little I wouldn't do for you, but I don't - want to commit to 'I would do absolutely anything without question' while it's still all - new."

"Anything involving other people we should discuss, at least, and... I think I'd be unhappy if I ended up socially isolated or permanently disabled... And in general I've been unhappy in past relationships where I wasn't somehow materially useful."

"I'm aware it's possible we'll find some brand new line out there, of course. I'll tell you if you do something or give me a command that's - actively unpleasant. It's not... I don't want to make you have to worry about me not telling you if I actively don't want something."

"I do want you to tell me if you don't like something... but also tell me if you are enjoying something."

"I can do that."

"I enjoyed kissing you, earlier, and I enjoyed doing what you were telling me to."

"Good."

"I want you to quit teaching at Hogwarts so we can travel the world this year."

She takes Ellie's hand. "Alright, though I'd like to stay on long enough for the Headmistress to replace me somewhat more gracefully."

Smile. "Okay."

She squeezes Ellie's hand. "I'm sorry if it means a bit longer spent pining at each other."

"I'm sure we can find a quiet corner or two."

She pauses, and - "I'm... Not sure I want to go farther than very rarely kissing until we leave, if we are leaving imminently."

Nod nod. "Okay."

Squeeze.

"You're really very good."

"So're you, Fay."

She ducks her head, grinning. "I'll give McGonagall notice she needs to find another Defense Professor, then."

"Great."

Heee.

"It's up to you what we tell the others, too..."

"I'd like if we told Elodie and Bellatrix, at least."

"Pretty sure their age gap is, like, less than a decade smaller, mom's still old enough to be Elodie's mom... So I don't think they'd judge just 'cause of who they are or that they'd have any leg to stand on."

"Theirs is about twenty six years, I think - Bella's four years younger than me, Elodie's about three years older than you two..."

"I'd like to tell my father, too, but - I think by myself."

"If we're going to keep sharing space with Grim - and if he doesn't just move out when Minister Bones makes his pardon and survival public - he should probably know, too... Or we can just shove him into Remus's lap and not have to deal with it."

"Probably should just do that anyway. Those two have waited long enough."

"Fair. I'll meet with McGonagall and then arrange a reunion, then."

"Maybe I can pull out the locked closet trick again."

"Might be a bit overkill."

She giggles. "Alright. I'll wait to see if they start pining, then."

"Howling mournfully when they think no one can hear them."

She giggles. "Moping and sighing as they lay disconsolately on the carpet..."

"So keep an eye out for that sort of behavior."

Giggle. "I will, and I'll only intervene if I detect it."

"That's my nosy wife." She kisses the tip of Anathema's nose.

She giggles and then kisses her wife properly.

"Sounds like we all have stuff to attend to, then..."

"No rest for the wicked."

Kiss. "None at all."

Fay laughs, hugs Ellie, and heads off to go find Headmistress McGonagall.

And Anathema drags Ellie back to their suite, grabs Grim and pushes him out the door to 'Go find your boyfriend! He's moping! Don't come back until you've talked!', notes that Mal's not in and Bellatrix and Elodie are, then sits on the couch with Ellie until Fay gets back. (With only some giggling and kissing.)

Something is definitely up. Still, it's good seeing Anathema pulled out of the cloud of stress and worry she's been under for the last few months - longer, even...

The young should enjoy their youth.

Try out all the shenanigans they can before their joints start aching.

All old and slow, and unwilling to wake up in the morning...

Hm... Fortunately not problems she and Elodie have... The morning's really an issue of leaving bed. (Kiss.)

Perhaps a good prognosis for Anathema's aging, at least.

One Ellie will surely be reassured to hear about.

"I can hear you," Anathema calls.

"One would be somewhat disappointed if you could not, cherie."

She sticks her tongue out at Elodie. "I'm not an old woman like you two."

"Not yet, anyway."

"Me and you are gonna be immortal," she informs Ellie, solemnly. "It'd be a pretty poor immortality if we spent it all geriatric."

"Maybe old is just a state of mind."

"Then we'll always be young and growing. Students of the universe."

Kiss!

Giggle kiss!

And Fay returns soon after. "My talk with the Headmistress went well," she says to Ellie and Anathema. And she glances at Bella and Elodie as she goes to sit on the other side of Ellie. "I see everyone's here..."

"Yeah," she says, nudging Ellie a bit and grinning at her.

A kiss for Fay!

She giggles a little - and kisses back.

"Happy news, then?"

"We're dating now."

"Congratulations," she says. "Fay needs someone with a firm hand to guide her..."

Fay throws a pillow at Bella's head.

She catches it, laughing, and - "Keep her out of trouble... Do you want tips?"

"I have a feeling I'll need all the help I can get."

"Well... Some of them Anathema might not want to be in the room to hear..."

Ellie puts her hands over Anathema's ears.

Snort. "Well... Fay quite likes power play, more than a bit of excitement... Never thought she'd settle down, she's such an adrenaline seeker..."

Fay's finding an amazing assortment of pillows to throw at Bella.

She's fending them off. "A sadist, of course, but pretty sure there's a nice warm hard masochist core in there - she's very interested in what masochists are thinking."

"Were you stalking me?"

"We were dastardly rivals! Of course I was. Your conquests always had such lovely loose lips. Just needed a pretty girl smiling at them to spill."

Another, perfunctory pillow gets thrown.

She deflects it, naturally. "Slut, absolute total slut, and a massive tease - "

"You really need to get over me, Bella dear."

She throws the pillows back at Fay's face. "I," she sniffs, "Am totally over you, and utterly satisfied in my current relationship. And I already mind read all your pretty conquests anyways."

To Ellie: "Oh, yeah, she's also a telepathy slut, though she got pretty good at not letting things slip over Legilimency pretty fast. Sadly. So mind reading her exes was just an exercise in hedonism."

She gestures and Bella's chair yanks out from under her.

Bella trips, giggling. "Almost certainly has a breath play kink - " she sing-songs.

Anathema has magically deafened herself by now, hands over her blushing face.

"Faaay, stop trying to hide your weaknesses from me."

She blushes, looking away a bit - and stops throwing pillows at Bella.

"Aw, you're already training her! Good. Maybe next you can teach her to sit and roll over."

Blush!!!

"Teaching her to speak is liable to be rewarding as well."

"'Beg' can be an advanced trick."

"All good information," she giggles.

"While the usual advice for training a wild pet like Fay would involve quite extensive rewards and punishments, I think she's eager enough you'll barely need to punish her... Perhaps leave her tied up and desperate if you ever do need to."

"Give her lots of tasks, too. She's a working animal, not some lazy tiger you'd keep just for show - though a nice pretty collar will hardly go amiss."

Now Ellie is the one who is blushing!!

Fay's progressed to 'swallowing, eyes wide.'

Bella giggles. "Do you want to figure out the rest on your own? Experimentation can be half the fun, after all."

"That um, that might be good yeah."

Softer smile. "I'll leave you to it, then."

"Have fun," Elodie says.

"We will." She reaches past Ellie to poke Anathema.

Anathema slowly removes her hands from her eyes and undeafens herself, squinting at the others. 

"The horror has ended."

"You guys are terrible."

"Sorry," Ellie says.

She doesn't look very sorry.

She giggles and kisses her wife. "You'll have to tell me all the tricks later."

"Want to be the test subject?"

"Doing to me or having me do to Fay?"

"...Ooh. Hm."

"Doing to you."

Wiggle. "That'll also let us start tests earlier... After all, Fay only wants to kiss until we're all detangled from teacher and student stuff, and that could take so long. She can be our research assistant. Watch and take notes."

...She shifts a bit. Not quite a wiggle. 

Nod nod.

"Writing everything down thoroughly is a very critical task."

"Perhaps a few illustrative diagrams, too. Just to give a good overview."

"So we can accurately recreate the conditions later."

"Experiments do need to be repeated. Maybe with a different subject, once we've run the initial tests..."

"Just to verify the results."

"Of course, of course," she says, nodding, then: "We should leave mom and Elodie to their business. Go get started on that."

"Yep." She stands quickly, pulling on Fay and Anathema's hands.

Anathema giggles, standing with her.

Fay grins, standing as well.

(She's assuming she's about to be dragged to Ellie and Anathema's bedroom...)

A remarkably astute assumption that proves.

"So," Ellie says once they get there, "I thought we could start with a description of some of your..." giggle, "conquests."

"What they looked like or what I did with them?"

"The latter." Blush.

"Though a bit of color commentary on the former wouldn't go amiss..."

She sits on Ellie's bed, humming thoughtfully. "Well, all proper accounts should start at the beginning... My first conquest was when I was fifteen with a boy in my class. A bit tall, a bit lanky, a little bit older than me... Had freckles and glasses and a world of awkwardness. I didn't get up to anything too exciting, though it felt differently at the time..." Smirk. "Given we were outside at the time, and he wasn't very good at staying quiet, I had to gag him."

"The first really exciting bit... I'd been flirting with a very pretty girl - she looked a little like Ellie, actually, thinking back - and she kept taunting me, so as soon as I got her cornered I tied her up with her own scarf. Enchanted so she couldn't break it, of course. I spent a little while taunting her, then - turn about was fair play and all - and got her very worked up until she started begging and apologizing for teasing me. We dated for a little bit until her family moved away - she never really stopped being a brat, and I ended up spanking her once."

"I started getting into experimenting with Transfiguration around then, too - I'd already mastered the Animagus, and wanted to know how far I could push it, on myself and others. Animal features, different body shapes, playing around with sex characteristics... Not always just for play - one person I was dating asked me to Transfigure her into a girl permanently - but mostly reversible." Pause. "There were some awkward visits to the nurse's office when we were all starting with that..." She snorts. "Especially when we got into creativity with other fields - I had to very sheepishly drag a girl there once after we miscalculated a dose for a recreational love potion, and the nurse badgered me into learning Healing if I was going to keep inventing strangulation and pain charms."

"Wow."

"Perhaps I could teach you a few spells... After all, I'm still acting as your professor. There've been some exceptionally creative ones over the years."

"I think that would be an excellent place to start."

"Let's see... Spells for giving someone animal ears, a tentacle-summoning spell, sensory deprivation spells... Sensory heightening spells, those are always fun... A large assortment of ways to limit someone's movement..."

"Start from the top of the list, and we'll work our way down."

Well, the most basic of the animal features spells actually gives someone features from their Animagus form, the exact feature controlled by the last word... There's also ones for features from specific animals, and a strategy for more freeform Transfiguration...

Ellie is gonna give Anathema tiger ears!

She laughs when Ellie manages the spell, wiggling a bit. Her white tiger ears actually contrast very nicely against her hair.

Scritches!

Purr!!!

Seems like this'd be a good one to combine with the sensory enhancement...

Ooo, yeah. 

Does Ellie want to skip to that, then? 

Yep!

Alright! 

So there's a few categories of sensory enhancement - Ellie's likely going for touch, here. You can do it on someone's entire body - the easiest way, usually - but some conquests find that very overwhelming (Fay likes seeing their reactions, but, well). You can also target specific body parts, though those aren't really distinct spells...

Anathema will just have to be the subject of a little practice and experimentation, then.

She gets mentally overwhelmed very easily from this spell, blissing out at the lightest touch.

(There's variants to transform all sensations into pleasure or pain, too, of course...)

Might be fun to mix some of those in, at unexpected times.

She gets Anathema writhing, switching between giggling and shrieking, set off by just the pressure of her clothes, the bed under her. 

Fay takes notes. 

Don't forget the diagrams. Very detailed diagrams.

In fact, perhaps she had better... (Wand flick) remove Anathema's clothes, so that Fay can record every twitching muscle.

That relieves a bit of the omnidirectionality of the overwhelm, but now their sheets are setting her off.

Fay raises an eyebrow, humming, and sets to quick sketches - no full detail, that's for later, but capturing the movement with deft hands. 

And then let's try... gentle puffs of hot and cold air, at random points.

Eeeeee! (Shriek!)

Hmmm... They might need to investigate the restraint charms before proceeding too much further.

There's ones that would suspend her in the air, entirely under Ellie's power... Conjured ropes or other bindings... Locking her limbs into a certain configuration... Transfiguration, too, if you count Transfiguring limbs away or attached to each other... The tentacle spell can also be used for restraint...

Midair suspension would allow her to control received sensations more finely. That one sounds good to start.

Fay walks her through it, then. 

(Wiggles!!!)

Not for very much longer.

She definitely gets louder once she can't wiggle anymore. Moans and low keening when she isn't screaming.

Most excellent, most excellent.

Anathema's screams do eventually quiet, voice giving out slightly.

Ellie lets her down gently, slowly tapering off the spell.

Love Ellie. Wanna snuggle Ellie.

That sounds like a pretty good idea to her, too.

Happy snug. (Ellie should tell Fay to come cuddle, too.)

Sure. Join the cuddle pile, Fay.

She does, kissing Ellie and petting Anathema's hair.

"You're both very beautiful," she murmurs. "I quite enjoyed watching that."

Anathema makes a satisfied, happy noise.

Hee.

"It was fun. You'll have to tell us more stories."

Soft kiss. "Perhaps once Anathema recovers more."

"It's a date."

She leans her head on Ellie's shoulder. "I look forward to it."

"As well you should."

Kiss.

She spends the next little bit getting the transition to the next Defense professor through. She's able to call in favors with Auror Shacklebolt to at least finish out the year - the Death Eaters were broken enough the Department of Law Enforcement isn't as busy as they could've been - but getting him oriented takes time. Ellie and Anathema's withdrawal is far simpler (as is making sure their marriage is actually properly filed). Teasing stories and spells and blushes out of Fay is very simple.

(Telling Fay's father about the relationship goes... Decently. He's not judgemental, at least, and he's supportive of whatever makes them happy - though he makes clear to each of them individually that they can come to him if they have discomfort or concerns.)

(Sirius moves in with Remus, too. Apparently he's bugging the Order to give his house back so he can sell it - though Fay tells him she and the girls will be traveling, maneuvers in that he and Remus can house sit as a favor to her. For free, of course. Once Sirius is done reacquainting himself with his friend.)

Fay's birthday on November the thirteenth approaches fairly rapidly.

And, the day before Fay turns fifty -

Fay returns to the suite with a broad smile. "Guess what," she says.

"Are we getting a puppy?"

"Not quite," she says.

"A kitten?"

Snort. "A bit closer, perhaps."

"The Headmistress told me she can take over Auror Shacklebolt's orientation from here. As a birthday gift to me."

Sly grin. "I'm no longer a professor of Hogwarts."

Eeee! Glomp!

She laughs, picking Ellie up and spinning her - and kissing her rather thoroughly. "I'm yours. Completely."

Kisses!! Yay!

"I think we need to go celebrate..."

"I think we do." Another kiss. "Whatever you want."

"Can we still use your rooms...?"

"I think so. Or the house is currently empty..."

"Let's go back to the house. Pack your things."

"Yes ma'am."

Ellie and Anathema should pack up too.

They should!

Anathema's bouncing as she packs up all their things - though some of this they'll need to put in storage or do something else with, like the bed. (Anathema really likes this bed, but she also really likes their bed at home.) Still, bedding, artwork (their wedding certificate), books, clothes... Magic makes packing pretty quick, at least.

Magic is good for many things. For example, shrinking the bed for transport or transfiguring a new copy at a later date.

She'd like to shrink it; this bed has sentimental value, now.

Then shrink it they shall.

Kiss!

While Fay's elsewhere: "What're your plans for her?"

"Gonna touch all of her body."

She giggles. "Fair, fair."

"I think you should just tease her until her birthday proper though... So she has a bit of a present. And she doesn't really need a party with anyone else until that night or the day after, if you think about it... We can spend all day repeating your experiments on me."

Kiss. "I like the way you think, wife."

Kiss! "I'm an endless font of excellent ideas."

"So tonight, hmm... She can just listen while we go over the notes, compare your experiences... And then the main event tomorrow."

"Sounds excellent. Will we let her talk while we're planning?"

"A gag would be nice, actually. And maybe a blindfold, too. Let the anticipation build."

"Tie her up at your feet..."

"Mm, save that for tomorrow too. I'll just tell her to stay real still, and if she moves too much tomorrow will hurt more."

"Mmmm. Mean."

"But in a fun way."

"Especially for us."

"Yep."

She giggles and goes to finish packing with a new bounce in her step.

This is going to be so much fun.

Fay had settled in fairly lightly to their Hogwarts suite, and is ready before they are, waiting in the living room. "Best way's to walk to the edge of the wards here then Apparate to the edge of ours," she says, "Rather than bothering the Headmistress for her floo."

"Very sensible. Let us be off, then."

She nods, takes care of levitating their trunks, and heads out.

(She comments on the walk that she let Bella know that Fay's no longer a professor and she and the Potter-Cantas are moving back to their house; Bella apparently said she'll give them a few days before she makes any concrete decisions about where to stick her home base or before she tries to move in. Scarlet also seems to have decided to hang out with Bella for those few days.)

Their house is still warded to hell and back, still under the Fidelius - still, they might remove it once the Death Eaters are definitely mopped up. 

It's also as empty as promised. 

Fay doesn't seem to require her clothing any longer, then.

Indeed not. (Shiver.)

She strips smoothly but not too quickly as soon as Ellie tells her to, folding her clothes on a nearby side table. 

What a good girl.

Then if Anathema will take care of moving their things the rest of the way up to their rooms. Ellie will lead Fay to the living room to set up for the evening.

Anathema is more than happy to. (Kiss.)

"Don't have too much fun without me," she says with a wink, then heads up.

Fay follows Ellie obediently, still shivering a good bit. (Definitely not from the cold; their house is a rather pleasant temperature even in the middle of November.)

She has Fay kneel in front of her and Anathema's favorite loveseat.

She takes a seat and pulls out the gag and blindfold. "Since your birthday isn't until tomorrow, we'll start slow. Put these on."

She whines a little - "Yes, ma'am" - and takes the gag first (it's easier to secure it if she can see) and then the blindfold. (She's definitely blushing, a somewhat splotchy pink that spreads from her cheeks down her neck and slightly to her shoulders.)

She rests with her hands on her folded thighs after, head tilted up toward Ellie.

Ellie plays with a curl of Fay's hair, fingers brushing over but not actually touching her shoulder.

"All I want you to do tonight, Fay, is stay still. That should be easy enough for you, yes?"

Possibly affirmative whine. (She doesn't nod.)

"Good." She can hear the smile in Ellie's voice. "Because if it does prove to be a problem, I will have to take that into account for tomorrow's activities."

She moans low in her chest and makes another affirmative noise.

Oh, Ellie likes that.

She curls up to watch Fay and wait for Anathema to join her.

Fay stays perfectly still, though she's breathing a bit deeply, skin flushing and prickling.

Anathema joins Ellie soon enough, sliding onto the love seat beside her and kissing her wife. "What a pretty toy we have," she murmurs, just loud enough for Fay to hear.

"Quiet and obedient, too."

Soft, deep breath.

"So, dear wife of mine. Do you have the notes?"

"Of course, darling," she says, giving Ellie a probably unnecessarily audible kiss and taking the notes out with a prolonged rustling of papers.

Tickle kiss.

She giggles wildly, kissing back.

Hee hee.

"Hmmm... So, we should identify activities before we build an itinerary I think, which means sorting the experiments..."

"On multiple axes. Pain versus pleasure, internal versus external..."

(Soft whining moan.)

"Applied magically or physically..."

"Let us begin, then. Don't forget to supplement the descriptions with your own experiences."

"Of course, dear..."

Their notes are currently organized chronologically. Anathema goes through each one with possibly agonizing (to Fay) slowness, commenting quite extensively and making notes on a separate paper for categorizing the experiments. She comments a few times on new variants to try - a lot of the experiments Ellie did to Anathema used purely magic, but Anathema thinks you could substitute in a tool or just your hands for some of these... Which is something Anathema's very interested in doing.

"I'd especially like to feel her pulse under my hands as I squeeze," she comments when they get to the appropriate part, voice idle but grin at Fay wicked.

Whine.

(Fay isn't exactly moving, but, well - it's up to Ellie if small, muffled wiggles and fingers pressing harder into her thighs count.)

"Feel it... jump like a little rabbit."

"Bet it'll pound harder and faster the longer you press... Though you'd have to be careful not to press so hard you cut off circulation."

Mmmmmnnnnn.

(Carefully deep breaths, small not-quite-squirming shiver.)

"With a little care and tenderness, I think that's an issue I can work around."

"Caution's very important... A nice, loving touch... Almost a gentle embrace."

"Speaking of, I think next was - mmm, yeah, that slashing spell..."

It hadn't drawn any blood or done any real damage, but Anathema sure felt like she was being carved up, and she describes the sensations with relish. 

Then: "We'll have to be pretty careful - though maybe not tender - but I really want to transfigure some pretty knives for this."

Sharp, gasping moan. (Or, well, as best as she can gasp around her gag. She's definitely salivating a good bit.)

"Oh, I'd like to see you with some pretty knives. All nice and shiny and slowly getting smeared up..."

"I'd definitely want to strip down before getting those out, in case of blood splatter. Anti-stain spells aren't very nice to fabric."

"Maybe I should make the grips sharp too."

Small wiggle. "Not too sharp. I need to hold them."

"Spiky, maybe."

"Hm... Works." Kiss.

Noisy kiss.

Soft sigh from Fay.

Ellie grins, and quietly casts the sensory enhancement charm on Fay so that it will slowly ramp up over time.

Anathema can provide a very distracting amount of verbal harassment color commentary on other experiments. Just to distract her.

(She quietly opens the windows and turns on the fan. The climate control means it won't get too chilly, but, well. Fay has her hair down right now, so why not add in a breeze... Cool air over a sweaty body, hair brushing over incredibly sensitive skin. And Anathema and her wife can keep themselves warmer than poor Fay...)

Fay's whining gradually ramps up, skin twitching, fingers digging into her thighs, building into gasps and nearly violent shivers. She's very clearly struggling to meditate through all this. 

One particularly strong gust sends her hair swaying along her back - after the sensory enhancement charm has already ramped up pretty far - and her hands briefly jerk off her thighs until she masters herself, forcing them back. Still, her muscles are quite tense. 

"That's one penalty, Fay," Ellie giggles.

Hnnnnnnnnnnn.

A few deep breaths as she struggles to still herself.

"She is doing pretty well, though," she says idly to Anathema.

"I know. Quite an excellent pet. She'll hardly need any training."

"Must be all that practice before she came to me. Convenient, really."

"Somebody else did all the hard work breaking her in."

(Soft whine.)

"An unexpected windfall, to be sure."

"Mm, but perhaps there's still some room for us to teach her new tricks..."

"Hopefully old cats are more flexible than old dogs."

"Well, we'll just have to test her flexibility, won't we?"

"Yes indeed."

Deep moan.

Anathema smirks.

They're almost out of experiments, sadly... But, well, nothing says they can't speculate more, and of course they need to organize these...

Of course, of course.

Certainly they can keep going until at least a reasonable time to eat.

They're able to get Fay to twitch or jerk or shift from the nearly unbearable pressure of the floor on her shins, her skin touching skin - or even lean forward, curling in on herself - a few more times before they'd be wanting to eat.

She's panting desperately by then, skin reddened and immensely sensitive. Every breath seems to bring another whine or moan. She's stayed remarkably still overall, but, well... There's likely been a few penalties earned.

Those can be the topic of their dinner discussion, then.

Ellie will have Fay on the floor beside her chair, charm turned down and gag tugged out so she can eat.

"Thank you, ma'am," she says, voice shaking, when the gag is removed. (Getting to the table to kneel by Ellie's chair is harder than it should be, given how badly her legs are quivering.)

"You're welcome, Fay. Mind you don't trip, now."

"Perhaps it'd be better for her to crawl. Less risky."

Small whine.

"Good idea. Go ahead and crawl over, Fay."

She returns to her knees from where she'd been standing, takes a soft breath, and crawls to Ellie's chair, head down slightly. 

"What a good girl," Ellie coos.

She leans happily against Ellie's legs. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Hungry?"

"Quite."

Her expression, feigning shyness as she gazes up at Ellie, says it's more than food she's hungry for. 

Food is all she's getting, so.

Perhaps. 

How does Ellie intend for her to eat, if she's not sitting at the table? 

Ellie will hand-feed her, of course.

(Wiggle.)

Fay is quite appreciative of Ellie's attention here, gaze heavy, tongue and lips deftly taking any offered morsels, lingering on Ellie's fingers... Her weight heavy against Ellie's legs, skin still flushed and shining with sweat, breath heavy. 

(Oh god she can't wait for tomorrow.)

She tries to keep most of her active attention on her conversation with Anathema.

Hm, first they should tally up how many penalties Fay earned...

Remind themselves of what they were talking about in each instance. Context is important.

Of course... And categorize how severe the violation was...

Fay shifts a little against Ellie's leg, head leaning into her lap.