Inktober Prompts.

The Human and the Witch.

Her eyes shone a brilliant, forest green when she glanced at you from across the aisle.
She gave you a half smile, absent-mindedly picking through the jars of herbs and spices on the wooden shelf, her eyes still looking deep into yours as she did.
Your fingers clenched around the shopping basket, your heart skidding to a halt before lurching into overdrive - you could feel it in your throat.
She was flirting with you, you realized, with her eyes.
There were too many witches around you, shoving past, excusing themselves before you could take the hint and move to the side.
She stifled a laugh when a kid skipped past, the heel of his shoe digging into your toe, making you leap up from your daze with a yelp.
She was still picking at the jars when you drew closer, looking everywhere but at her - you were too scared to socialize with this ethereal beauty.
She turned her head when you moved past her, her blue hair tumbling down her shoulders like a big wave, drowning you in the heady, intoxicating smell of her shampoo.
She watched your hand reach out towards the sage,
watched it shake when you shoved it into the basket.
"Hi," it was barely a whisper, but it made you jerk when it reached your ears.
She mentally cursed herself for sounding so pathetic, her voice weak.
You turned on your heel, the basket hitting you on your thigh.
You hoisted it up against your abdomen, clenching your fingers around it, feeling a blush creep itself towards your cheeks.
Your mouth opened
and closed, the only sound your dry throat was willing to make was a small whimper, but you thanked your nerves, because it earned you a giggle from the girl.
"I don't... Normally see beautiful creatures like you around here."
It was a sentence that made you blink in surprise, cock your head in confusion and frown in disbelief.
Her eyes widened and she started to stutter an apology.
You clicked.
She was a witch, and you were a human - two different beings.
The tension in your shoulders lightened when you laughed, embarrassed by your sudden rage.
"I'm sorry. That was rude, and I'm not used to being called a 'creature' from where I'm from."
Some of the tension left her posture too, her hand sliding down the wooden shelf to rub at her upper arm.
"I'm not used to flirting so openly," she admitted, her stomach twisting in knots when she saw you bite your lip in thought.
You shrugged, lowering the shopping basket.
"Do you want to walk with me through the store? I still have a few things I need to get for dinner."

The day had gone by so fast that you completely forgot to text your friend,
you told her about the girl you encountered at the store, the fact that you might be incredibly gay for her, and you had just met her.
The text was retorted with a sticker and a text message that once again, would be answered hours from now.
You were caught up in those forest, green eyes while you broke open the eggs.
You got lost in the waves of her hair when you poured in a bit of milk.
Those chapped, sultry lips were against yours when you switched on the stove, scooped a spoonful of butter into the pan, and seasoned the egg with sage and salt.
Your fantasy was interrupted by a loud rap against your front door, making you jump and almost spill the contents for your omelette on your floor.
"Just a second!"
You wiped your hands off on your shirt, switching the stove off and practically skipping towards the door.
"Can I h-"
The door pushed open just as you unbolted the lock, your eyes going out of focus as limbs and blue hair flailed into your apartment.
She was on you in a second, making you tense and stare at her in shock.
"I- Hello?" You asked, unsure of what just enfolded before your eyes.
She was panting, her pupils dilated, staring straight into yours.
"Hi," she murmured, nuzzling her nose against yours lovingly.
Your hands reached up, grabbing at her forearms, your nails leaving crescents in her skin.
"Sophie... What the hell are you doing?" You tried to demand in your most dominating voice, but it only made her giggle, her breasts rubbing against yours.
"You're going to laugh..." She whispered against your throat, leaving goosebumps to form along your neck, making your nipples strain against the fabric of your blouse.
"I suppose you could try me?" You panted, your head rolling back against the wall, your body becoming numb and weak under her touch.
Her hands ran up your sides, slipping underneath the blouse to rest on your waist.
"I messed up," she panted against your jugular, her fingers tickling down your sides, "I was doing a spell, I wanted to make a love spell, but it backfired and I think I made a lust spell."
You shivered as her hands traveled up to your breasts, pinching your nipples through your shirt.
You hissed, bucking your hips up.
"Why are you here then?" You whined in disbelief.
"For the life of me, I did not plan on thinking about you when I was doing the spell," she exhaled, nudging your knees apart with her thigh to push it up against your soaked core.
The only sound you managed was a choked sob, reminding you of the way your throat went dry at the store; but having her here, with you, practically gushing over you?
You shook the thought from your head, pulling at her neck to get to her lips.
Any fantasy you had before was lost, the feeling of her lips, the smell of her lipstick invading your nostrils, it was beautiful; you wanted more.
Something possessive curled in on your gut, you pushed at her, making her topple onto the couch, pushing herself up onto her elbows when you descended on her.
Your fingers worked on her clothes, shredding the offending material of her shirt.
Underneath, she wasn't wearing anything.
Your breath caught, your lungs burning after a few seconds; you exhaled, prompting a sigh from her lips when your fingers teasing encircled her areola, flicking at her nipple lightly.
She squirmed, her hand reached out to grasp your shoulder, arching her back in a silent plea for more.
"Please," she cried desperately.