Page 44 of Christa's Obsession

Heat, which she totally blamed on the sun in the sky, filled her cheeks. “No… I mean yes.” She groaned at her own silliness when her mind had wandered.

Christa searched her expression, and the light that appeared in her eyes made another part of Wanda heat. Pure wickedness. “Whatever has distracted you, my love?”

“I-I…” Wanda shook her head in frustration. “You, and how you look in heels and that silk skirt.”

A slender brow arched, her lips quivering. “Is that so?”

“Yes, now shall we go?” She didn’t give a laughing Christa a chance to reply and stomped past her. The grass beneath the soles of her feet had been warmed by the sun. Wanda concentrated on not standing on anything that might stab at the sole of her foot, choosing to ignore the demon continuing to laugh as she followed behind.

The lushness of her orchard made the house look even more neglected as she drew closer, and for the first time Wanda was sorry that she’d done nothing to nurture the home. It had love inside. She had felt it from the previous occupants the first time she had gone inside. The same love she’d felt from within the trees, and though neglected after those who owned the house died, it remained. A mainstay, keeping the trees alive, though not flourishing as they were now. She had nurtured that love by sharing her gift with them once they had accepted her.

As she walked up the rickety porch steps, it saddened her now that she had not done the same here.

“I can feel your sadness.” Christa stopped inside the house's entrance. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I’m sad because I neglected the house.” She let go of Christa’s hand, walking over the dusty floors to touch the woodwork that someone had lovingly carved to create a staircase. The wood was rotting in places, coated in dirt and grime, and lacked the luster it must have once held. “Those who lived here built this home for their family. They loved this place.” She turned to face Christa, who remained where she was. “I feel it.”

“How about we add our own love to this place?” Christa’s eyes held excitement as she walked carefully through the large room towards big, dirty windows. Before she had come to a stop, the windows sparkled and there was a view of Wanda’s girls.

Christa looked back over her shoulders, grinning. “What do you think?”

“Would you want to live here?” Wanda asked again, keeping her emotions to herself. She could see the appeal for someone who had only ever lived inside a place like this.

Christa whirled around to face her, black silky strands catching in the beams of sunlight as they whipped out around her. Her head was already shaking before she’d come to a standstill. “I meant what I said Wanda. I would never lie to you.”

She held Christa’s intent look, walking towards her. “I know this.” She took hold of Christa’s hands, fingers threading together, trying to find the right words. “That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t or couldn’t change your mind. I would understand. You have lived your whole life inside a house, a home. It’s a lot to expect that you would not miss those comforts.”

Christa brought her closer, their size difference meaning Wanda had to tilt her head back to hold her gaze. “What are those comforts compared to what I have with you? With our girls? You all give me everything I never knew I wanted or needed.” She brought their joined hands up and kissed the knuckles of both hands. “My love, within your trees I have a sanctuary I would not exchange for a palace.”

The same honesty as when she’d first asked was there. “If you ever change your mind, will you tell me?”

“Of course. I believe that won’t happen.”

To Wanda, Christa was the one sacrificing a life she had once known, and despite the ease with which Christa was willing to give that up, Wanda wanted Christa to know that she would try to live in the house if that time came. “But if it did, I would try.”

Christa’s hands slipped under Wanda’s bottom and lifted her off the floor to claim Wanda’s mouth in a fervent kiss. A kiss that left her breathless and distracted when Christa stopped moments later to speak. “Thank you for the offer, and I will keep that in mind if I should ever change my mind.”

Wanda struggled to concentrate with the heat pooling between her thighs and the scent of Christa surrounding her. “Change your mind?” she asked, trying to get any remaining brain cells to function.

“My love, you flatter a girl in the best possible way.” She kissed her again and Wanda gave up trying to figure out what Christa was referring to.

Christa encouraged her to wrap her legs around her waist as her dress disappeared, along with Christa’s clothes. The evidence of her desire pressed against Christa’s bare mound, and they both groaned. “This place is dirty,” she murmured between kisses, making a mockery of what she was saying when she wasn’t stopping.

“Not anymore,” Christa replied after she stopped kissing her long enough for Wanda to focus.

Wanda blinked the room into focus and gasped at the change. Wood glowed with vitality, repaired and returned to its original glory. Furniture filled the space. A large, comfortable looking couch sat in front of the window. Matching, plump-cushioned chairs in forest green sat on either side of a fireplace that for a moment Wanda could envision holding a fire in the winter.

A large mahogany table sat in the room's corner, with seating for eight. Lamps sat on small tables at each end of the couch and one by each chair. A deep red rug covered most of the floor. Thick and plush looking, Wanda had an urge to sink her toes into it.

Wanda looked at Christa. “It’s beautiful.”

“The house I have in this realm looks like this, just without the view of our girls.”

“What does your bathroom look like? The one you mentioned you enjoy using instead of my lake?”

Christa kissed the side of her mouth, nibbling on her full lower lip, sucking it between her teeth before releasing it. Her eyes sparkling with desire. “Let me show you.”

In a blink, they were in a bathroom upstairs. Wanda struggled to catch her breath at translocating. Her memory of the previous occasions didn’t surface, for which she was glad when Christa wore a look of expectation. “What do you think?”

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