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Therapy: Three Witches and a Shrink	By : Shaellin Category: +S through Z > Winx Club Views: 7187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sky in the virtual meadow was fading toward a darker shade of blue as the day waned toward twilight. The remnants of their picnic dinner had long since been whisked away. Darcy had gone to take another bath which Icy had elected not to spy upon this time. With the memory of Stormy's close call earlier that day weighing upon her she just wasn't in the mood for it. Now Darcy was returning and Icy could see the damp patches on her robe where she had used it to towel off. Despite the circumstances Icy couldn't help getting a little turned on seeing the physical evidence of where Darcy's robe had been rubbed over every inch of her body.
By mutual consent they had decided to bed down by the lake shore that night. As Darcy strode up to her Icy gestured around them.
"Notice anything different since we got back?"
Darcy glanced around through narrowed eyes.
"I know something's different alright. It's been bugging me since dinner, but I can't quite put my finger on it."
Icy smirked at her.
"I noticed it as soon as we got back. I've just been waiting to see if you'd notice it too."
She noticed that Darcy had something tucked under her arm as she sat down beside her.
"Alright Ms. Smarty-Pants. So tell me, what is it that's different?"
Icy gestured toward a patch of grass that seemed slightly shorter and brighter green than the rest.
"That big rock is gone."
Darcy stared at the spot in surprise.
"The one Stormy bashed her head on? You mean they came and took it out while we were gone?"
Icy's smirk intensified as she nodded.
"Like Stormy won't just find some other way to hurt herself once she gets back. What're they gonna do next, take out all of the trees so she can't fall out of one again? Dry up the lake so she can't drown herself? Wrap her feet in cotton and bandages so she doesn't hurt herself kicking things? With a temper like hers Stormy could pound her fists bloody punching the ground or trip and do a face plant in the middle of a field. 'Bout the only way to keep her safe is to wrap her up in a straight-jacket and hang her from the ceiling in the middle of a padded room, and even that's iffy."
Darcy set down the bundle she was carrying under her arm, drew up her knees in front of her and wrapped her arms around them.
"I really don't feel like joking about this right now Icy. We almost lost her today, remember?"
The smirk fell off Icy's face to be replaced by a look of concern as she put her arm around Darcy's shoulders.
"Sorry. I was just trying to lighten the mood."
She glanced down at the red, white and pink checked bundle Darcy had set down.
"What's that you've got there?"
Darcy grinned a little, her gloomy mood lifting a bit at the change of subject.
"What do you think it is? It's our picnic blanket from dinner."
Icy's eyes widened in surprise.
"Get out of here! You mean they actually let you keep it?"
Darcy's grin turned smug.
"I didn't really give them much of a choice. Right after dinner I folded it up and shoved it up inside my robe. Then I just sat down, wrapped my arms around my knees and put my head down. As far as anyone could tell I was moping over the fact that Stormy wasn't here with us. When I looked up again later I noticed the picnic basket and stuff were gone but I still had the blanket tucked inside my robe."
Icy grinned at Darcy approvingly.
"Nice. Even using magic they still couldn't have gotten it away from you without you at least noticing the exact moment it vanished."
Darcy shrugged as she patted the bundle beside her.
"Maybe, or it could just be that they took pity on me after all we've been through today with Stormy and decided to let me keep it. Either way, we've got ourselves a picnic blanket for the night."
Icy ran her fingers through the grass beside her.
"That'll sure beat laying in the grass all night. I hate rolling over in my sleep and waking up with a blade of grass tickling my nose or poking me in the eyelid."
"Yeah. No kidding."
Darcy grabbed her bundle and stood up.
"Here, help me spread this out."
Icy got up and helped the enchantress unfold the picnic blanket. As they were laying the blanket down Icy suddenly went stiff with a weird look on her face and put a hand on her lower back.
"Eeeuuuhh!"
Darcy stepped across the blanket toward her in concern.
"Icy! Are you alright? What happened?"
Icy straightened up, rubbing her back with a grimace.
"I'm fine. It's nothing. Just a twinge in my back, that's all."
Darcy pursed her lips, clearly not convinced.
"Sounds to me like 'magic fingers' Shreever missed a spot earlier. Come on. Take off your robe and lie down on the blanket."
Icy's eyes went wide in stunned surprise.
"Excuse me? You want me to do what?"
Darcy placed one hand on her hip.
"You heard me. Take off your clothes and lie down. You can't very well expect me to give you a massage while you're wearing a loose baggy robe, now can you?"
Icy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Darcy wanted her to strip so she could give her a massage? How many times had she dreamed of just such a situation, yet now that it was actually happening it felt more like a nightmare. This could be the chance of a lifetime, but all she could think about were all the ways this could go very wrong. It was too unexpected. She wasn't in control. She wasn't ready! If she blew this now it could ruin any chance of being with the beautiful enchantress in the future. She held out both hands toward Darcy in a stopping gesture.
"No, really, that's alright. I'm just fine. There's no need to go to all that trouble."
She placed her hands on her hips and started bending and twisting to each side.
"Look, see? There's nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly euuhh!"
She grimaced and placed a hand on her back as she straightened up from a forward bend that had caused her back muscles to spasm.
"I'm fine."
Darcy crossed her arms and scowled at Icy in a no-nonsense attitude.
"You. Strip. Now."
Icy couldn't believe Darcy was ordering her around like that. Again! First after that whole debacle with Stormy catching them in the hot spring with Shreever and now this. Just what made Darcy think she was in charge anyway? She thought about crossing her arms and just flat out refusing to do what Darcy said to do but that just seemed petty and childish, like something Stormy would do. She considered pulling rank as the unofficially recognized leader of their coven but that was an argument she really didn't see ending well. She sighed and rolled her eyes, making a mental note that she'd have to make sure to remind Darcy of her place soon before she started thinking she really was in charge. Right now it just wasn't worth the hassle.
"Alright, fine. I'll strip."
After all, she reasoned as she undid the cord around her waist and pulled her robe up and over her head, it wasn't as though Darcy hadn't seen her naked before. It was just the first time it had happened while the two of them were alone together. Anyway, if she could strip to allow Shreever to give her a massage there was no reason she couldn't do the same for Darcy. She'd just have to try very hard not to do or say anything that might upset things between them.
She didn't even look at Darcy as she laid down on her stomach on the picnic blanket, fighting hard to suppress a blush that would give away far too much of what she was feeling. She was quite surprised therefore when a second robe hit the ground, landing half on top of her own. She quickly turned her head to look back over her shoulder at Darcy and got an awe-inspiring view of the young enchantress's lovely nude form standing over her in the fading light. Icy couldn't stop the tops of her cheeks from turning red as she stared at the naked goddess looking down at her.
"D-Darcy? What are you doing?"
Darcy shrugged casually, a move that couldn't help but draw the ice witch's gaze to her bare breasts.
"I just figured as tense as you were about stripping down it might be less embarrassing for you if you weren't the only one who was naked here. So much for that theory I guess. You look way more tensed up now than you did a minute ago. Want me to put it back on?"
With a mighty effort of will, Icy tore her eyes away from the sultry beauty behind her and turned her head back to face forward.
"Whatever. Just forget about it. Let's just get this over with so we can get some sleep. It's been way too long a day already."
As Icy laid there she felt Darcy step forward and drop down on her knees, straddling the ice witch's thighs. 'Great,' she thought to herself. 'I've finally gotten between Darcy's legs and I can't even do anything about it.' Darcy leaned forward and began kneading at Icy's shoulders.
"Wow Icy, you really are tense. Just relax, okay? It's not like I'm going to bite you or anything."
Icy turned her head to the side and laid it down on her folded arms, closing her eyes.
"Again, you mean."
Darcy paused for a moment, then chuckled as she started in again.
"I just figured you might be into that sort of thing. Anyway, Dr. Shreever seemed to enjoy it."
Icy sighed softly as the rhythmic motion of Darcy's fingers started easing the tension in her shoulders.
"Shreever's a dick. Once we get out of here I'll be glad to see the last of him."
Unseen by Icy, Darcy smirked as she started working her way down the Ice Queen's back.
"I'll admit he's a bit of a dork but he's kinda hot for a guy his age."
Icy "Hmph"ed at that.
"You want him, you can have him. I'm really not interested."
As she reached Icy's middle back Darcy began focusing more on long, firm strokes along her friend's spine with her thumbs.
"That's right. You prefer girls. So tell me. You seemed pretty surprised when I suggested you wanted to do Bloom, like the idea never even crossed your mind. If she's not the one then who do you really want to stick it to?"
Icy's eyes popped open and her whole body tensed up as Darcy steered the conversation into dangerous waters.
"I... uh..."
Darcy noticed the change immediately.
"Whoa! Looks like I struck a nerve there."
She leaned forward to whisper teasingly in Icy's ear.
"Sounds like somebody has a secret crush they don't wanna share."
Icy turned her head a little farther to scowl over her shoulder at Darcy.
"I'm the Ice Queen, not some lovesick schoolgirl! The only crushing I do is crushing my enemies into dust!"
Darcy sat back and held her hands out defensively with a playful grin.
"Alright, I believe you! No need to get all bent out of shape. Now lay back down and relax so we can finish this."
With an offended "Hmph!" Icy laid her head back down on her arms and closed her eyes again. Darcy went back to rubbing her back.
"Now I want you to tell me when I reach the spot that's giving you the most trouble so I know where to concentrate my efforts."
Icy gave a low, soft "Mmm" as Darcy massaged her middle back.
"A little lower."
Darcy shifted her hands down a couple of inches along Icy's spine.
"How's this?"
Icy moaned a little louder.
"Lower."
Darcy shifted her fingers further down, to a point just above Icy's butt.
"Is this it?"
Icy moaned louder still. Not only were Darcy's hands getting close to the spot but it was also starting to feel more than a little erotic.
"Lower!"
Darcy dug her thumbs into the cleft at the top of Icy's ass. She was now right at the end of the spine where it joins the tail bone.
"Right here?"
Icy's only response was a deep, blissful groan. Not only had Darcy found the exact center of her tension but the deep pressure of her thumbs was driving Icy's crotch rhythmically into the picnic blanket beneath her. Combined with the sensation of Darcy's hands grasping her ass cheeks to spread them and Darcy's own ass resting on her thighs, Icy was practically in heaven. Right at that moment she didn't even care that her juices were starting to leak from her cunt to create a wet spot on the picnic blanket.
Not getting a proper response to her question, Darcy's eyes gleamed with mischief as she moved her right hand to stroke her fingers down into the crack of Icy's ass.
"Or maybe down here?"
Icy's eye flew open wide as she gasped at the intrusive touch. The tip of Darcy's finger had brushed the narrow region between her anus and the base of her cunt. She desperately yearned for Darcy to continue that exploration to its ultimate conclusion, but what game was the dark witch playing at exactly? Did she dare beg Darcy to keep going, to make her long held secret dreams a reality, or would she just be playing right into her hands? She had a sudden vision of herself kneeling at Darcy's feet wearing nothing but a dog collar while Darcy held her leash and gave all the orders from now on. No! She was in charge and she was damn well gonna stay in charge! She whipped her head around and glared at Darcy.
"Hey! Watch the hands!"
As Darcy withdrew both hands from her body Icy felt a twinge of bitter regret. 'No please! Don't stop!' she wanted to yell out, but she held her tongue. Admitting any weakness to a witch, even her own coven sister, was just begging to be taken advantage of. Darcy held her hands up defensively with a playful, teasing smirk.
"Sorry. Just thought you might have a little tension down there you needed taken care of. So how's the back now? All better?"
Icy was grateful for the change in subject. She would rather not have to deny just how badly she really wanted Darcy to take care of her 'tension' down there. A lie like that could close doors that would be difficult to open up again later on.
"My back's fine. Much better actually. I feel like I could tap dance on Bloom's grave, if I knew how to tap dance. Now would you mind getting off of me? I think my legs are falling asleep."
Darcy grinned at her.
"Sure. No problem."
She rocked up onto her knees again and swung her left leg up and back, letting Icy loose and simultaneously giving her a stunning view of her pussy in the process. Icy fought to conceal the thrill she got from Darcy's uninhibited free show. She wasn't sure if Darcy had done that on purpose or simply hadn't considered what she was revealing with that move but she wasn't about to let it become something Darcy could use against her. She rolled over and sat up, pulling her knees up to rest her elbows on them.
"Thanks. Now let's get dressed and get some sleep."
Darcy put her hand on Icy's arm as she started to reach for her robe.
"Do we have to?"
The tone in her voice caught Icy's attention. She turned to stare at the enchantress. The teasing looks of only moments ago were gone, replaced by a pleading expression Icy had never seen from her before. The depth of need she saw in that gaze shook the ice witch to her core. Was Darcy begging for sex? Icy gave her a dubious frown.
"What? Are you saying you'd rather stay up all night and fool around?"
Darcy withdrew her hand and looked away, almost timidly.
"Well, no, not that exactly..."
Icy sat back, propped one arm behind her and held out the other hand questioningly, no longer concerned that she was naked in front of the woman she lusted after most in the world now that Darcy was the one who seemed nervous and unsure.
"Well then what, exactly?"
Darcy fidgeted nervously.
"Look, this isn't exactly easy for me to ask..."
Icy frowned at Darcy's hesitancy.
"Out with it already!"
Darcy closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"I just wanna... sleep with you tonight, okay?"
Icy's heart started pounding in her chest at these words, but she let nothing show on her face. Instead she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Sleep with me? As in you and me having sex? And this is different from fooling around how?"
Darcy turned a worried glance on Icy.
"Well technically 'fooling around' is more like foreplay that doesn't lead anywhere, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm not asking to fool around or have sex. I just want to sleep with you."
Icy felt her hopes crashing as she figured out what Darcy was actually asking for.
"Sleep with me. As in you and me. Sleeping. Together. Next to each other. Just sleeping."
Darcy lowered her gaze and nodded disconsolately.
"Just sleeping, naked in each others arms. That's all I'm asking."
Icy cocked her head and gave the enchantress a puzzled look.
"Okay, why? Why do you want us to 'sleep together'?"
Darcy took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.
"Because with all that's gone on today I don't know how else I'm going to be able to sleep tonight. Stormy should be here with us right now, but she's not. She's in the healing center recovering from a self-inflicted head trauma. We're not whole. It's supposed to be the three of us together as a group. Nothing's right without her here with us. I thought maybe I could lose myself in sex for a while and forget about everything, but since you don't want to do that I was hoping you might at least let me sleep with you tonight. Just this once, so I don't have to feel alone."
She swallowed hard and looked up at Icy through eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"Please Icy. I really don't want to have to cry myself to sleep tonight."
Icy sat there stunned for several seconds, her emotions a roiling mass of confusion. Part of her was disgusted at such a gross display of weakness. Another part of her just wanted to take the enchantress in her arms and console her, to let her know she felt the same way, to tell her that everything was going to be alright again. Part of her wanted to throw Darcy to the ground and screw her brains out. Yet another part wanted to smack her around for focusing so much on Stormy and ignoring her needs. And beneath it all a part of her was screaming 'Because I don't want to have sex? You stupid cunt! How can you not see how much I want you?!' In the end she just sighed with a put-upon air.
"Alright, fine. C'mere."
She held out one arm and pulled the enchantress close as Darcy snuggled gratefully into her embrace. The ice witch kicked herself mentally for not realizing sooner what Darcy had really been trying to do and taking advantage of it. A golden opportunity had just slipped through her fingers, but at least it hadn't been a total loss. Getting to hold Darcy's naked body in her arms all night long was way better than just sneaking peeks at her while she was bathing. Still, the temptation to do more than just hold her, to actually do something with the lovely nude girl in her embrace, was maddening. She decided to press her luck a little. Maybe it still wasn't too late to get what she really wanted. She looked down at the top of Darcy's head.
"Darcy?"
The dark witch raised her head and looked up into Icy's cold blue eyes.
"Yeah?"
Seeing those golden orbs gazing up at her like that caused Icy's nerve to falter.
"I..."
Darcy nodded her understanding.
"Don't worry Icy. I promise I won't try anything tonight. And I'll never breath a word of this to anyone. Tonight never happened."
Words could not express the depths of Icy's frustration at hearing those words. 'Try something,' she silently pleaded. 'Please.' Much as she longed to though she just couldn't bring herself to say the words out loud. Instead she sighed and hugged Darcy to her.
"Let's get some sleep."
She laid down on the blanket, pulling Darcy down with her. Darcy reached over to grab the other side of the picnic blanket and pull it over them, then settled herself in against Icy, pillowing her cheek against Icy's shoulder, draping one arm across her stomach, and quickly drifted off to sleep. Icy, on the other hand, laid awake for quite some time, wishing desperately that things could have taken just that one tiny little step farther to turn this intimate scene into a night of passion.
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