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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 3

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: The Morning After™️ or what I like to call Feelings have Entered the Chat.

words: ~4.2k | ao3 link in title

chapter-specific warnings: light smut (cunnilingus, larissa receiving), slight angst, shapeshifting (of a non-sexual nature), fluff

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A bright beam of sunlight on your face woke you from your slumber. You blinked your eyes open, briefly dazed and wondering where you were. The bedroom was absolutely opulent, decked out in luxurious wood furnishings, mirrors with gold finishings, the works.

Last night’s events came flooding back to you and you felt your chest and face go red. Your chest, which you realized was completely bare. You pulled the sheets up to cover yourself, suddenly a bit self-conscious.

“Have you finally chosen to join me in the land of the waking, my dear?” A smooth voice to your right snapped you out of your daze and you whipped your head around to find Larissa seated at her vanity in a silk robe, pinning her hair up into her signature updo. Her lips curved upwards into a devilish smirk and her eyebrow was quirked.

You frowned, having hoped you’d wake up in the older woman’s embrace. “How long have you been awake?”

“A while,” Larissa admitted. She used her teeth, her brilliantly white teeth, to pry open a bobby pin, before pinning up another curl at the crown of her head without looking in the mirror, as if she’d done it a million times before. A faint blush colored her complexion. “I watched you sleep for a while, but I’m an early riser so I tend to get restless.”

Heat spread through your entire body at the prospect of Larissa holding you, watching you as you snuggled into her, blissfully unaware. “I’m sorry, if I’d known-”

Larissa silenced you with a wave of her hand. “Nonsense. You need your sleep. Now,” she pinned two final curls in place. “Do you drink coffee?”

“I do.” You smiled, watching Larissa stand and make her way towards what you presumed was the kitchen.

“Stay here,” she ordered, before disappearing for a moment.

She returned a short while later with a small tray consisting of two mugs of coffee and some milk and sugar, which she set gingerly on the bedside table closest to you before joining you on the bed.

You sat up, wincing slightly at the soreness between your legs - an action that didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde.

“Was I too rough last night?” She bit her lip, worry evident in her gaze - it warmed your heart, the way she cared for you, even though you barely knew one another.

“Not at all! It’s a good kind of sore, I promise.” Larissa’s eyes flicked between yours, searching, then a slow smile spread across her face when you beamed back at her, cheeks rosy.

Larissa leaned over you to reach for the tray. “How do you take your coffee?”

“Oh, um, milk and sugar please." You glanced at her shyly. “I have a bit of a sweet tooth.”

“So do I.” Larissa winked at you, preparing your coffee and handing you one of the mugs.

You drank your coffee in amiable silence, thighs pressing against each other. Though Larissa’s updo was already perfectly in place, her face was bare - blonde eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones, pale pink lips closing around the rim of her mug. There was a scar just above her lip that had somehow escaped your notice until that point, and it made her even more stunning.

“You look beautiful,” you said, unprompted. A heavy blush overtook Larissa’s face, not unlike a sunset.

She brought a hand to your cheek, stroking your jaw with her thumb, and a shiver ran down your spine. “Sweet girl, kind girl,” she murmured. Her words shot straight to your core.

You surged forward, claiming her lips with your own. Your tongue soothed over the scar, eliciting a surprised whine from Larissa’s throat. You set down your own mug and reached blindly for Larissa’s, causing her to chuckle.

“Insatiable, aren’t you?” she teased.

You huffed. “You would be, too, if you hadn’t gotten to taste me yet.” Larissa’s eyes darkened and she moaned, grabbing you by the waist as she pulled you on top of her.

“You want to taste me, darling?” she panted between kisses.

You nodded fervently, pulling her robe open and pushing it off her shoulders.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

You wasted no time and began to place a plethora of open-mouthed kisses down Larissa’s body as she positioned herself on her back. You nipped and sucked at her pale skin, spurred on by the way the blonde was moaning beneath you.

You settled between her legs, inhaling deeply, aroused by her scent. Her cunt was already dripping for you.

“Darling, please,” Larissa whimpered, her hands coming to rest on your head, pushing you into her sex. You licked a path through her folds, gathering her juices on your tongue, moaning against her sensitive bundle of nerves. The vibrations drew a moan of her own from her throat, and she bucked her hips into your mouth.

A ringing phone caused you to pause your ministrations. Larissa’s hips stilled; she dropped her head back and groaned, before reaching blindly over to the nightstand and grabbing her phone.

“Marilyn, what can I do for you?” She propped herself up on her elbows and mustered her most professional tone, though she sounded a bit out of breath.

“Slow down… Ms. Addams did what? … Thank you for informing me. I will take care of it… No, no, you didn’t disturb me at all…”

You smirked, choosing that moment to latch onto her clit. Larissa let out a moan which she attempted to disguise as a cough.

“Yes, I’m fine. I must be going, if that’s all? … Thank you. Goodbye.”

Larissa glowered down at you. “Sorry?” You grinned, earning yourself a playful slap over the head from the principal.

“I should punish you for that.” Larissa’s voice was low and sultry, and wetness pooled between your thighs.

“Is that a promise?” She seemed to see the dilation of your pupils, to hear the eagerness in your voice, for she looked at you with such regret that your heart nearly clenched. “You have to work now don’t you?”

Larissa nodded apologetically. “I’m afraid I have something to take care of,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I won’t have the time to drive you home, I’m afraid, but I can call you a taxi. It’s on me.”

“I can’t ask you to pay for that!” Your eyes widened, pulse racing. The last thing you wanted was for Larissa to think you were after her for her money (which she clearly had quite a bit of, if her choice of interior design was anything to go by) or anything of the sort.

“Darling,” Larissa sat up properly so she could lean towards you, taking your chin between her fingers. “I want to. It’s the least I can do.”

You nodded hesitantly and Larissa smiled, before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and shooing you off the bed.

You fetched your clothes off the floor and dressed, eyeing Larissa as she chose her outfit for the day - a simple yet professional olive green dress with long sleeves and a square collar.

When she turned to face you, she was wearing a full face of makeup, her signature red lip in place.

“H-how did you…?” You blinked a few times, mind reeling. Larissa smirked, cocking her head as if to say “figure it out”.

Oh. “Can you, uh, shift on makeup and stuff?”

“And stuff, yes,” Larissa teased, nose crinkling as she grinned down at you.

“But you were doing your hair this morning, couldn’t you have just shifted that, too? It looks really complicated… beautiful! But… It looks like a lot of work.”

Larissa smiled at your compliment. “I could shift it into place, yes. But sometimes I quite enjoy doing my hair and makeup by hand. It’s… soothing.”

You nodded. “I think I understand that.”

Larissa’s heart swelled, your acceptance and understanding of the deepest parts of herself nearly causing her to lose her composure and push you back onto the bed to make passionate love to you. But she had a school to run, and a situation to take care of, so she grabbed her phone and dialed the local cab company.

Fifteen minutes later, Larissa guided you out of the school via a few empty corridors and a side entrance, you assumed so as to avoid the prying eyes of students and colleagues. The cab she’d called was waiting for you by the front entrance.

She pressed a kiss to your cheek and ushered you into the cab, closing the door behind you and making her way back up to the school in a hurry.

~~~

You didn’t hear from Larissa after that. You knew she was probably busy fixing whatever issue had come up at the school, and you wanted to give her some space - not to mention you didn’t want to come across as needy. But when three days had passed and you hadn’t heard a peep from the blonde, you started to wonder if maybe you’d done something to upset her.

“Just text her,” Robin said, leaning against the counter as you twirled nervously on the barstool in your kitchen, relaying your worries to your roommate. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh, I don’t know, she could think I’m the most annoying person to ever exist and decide she never wants to see me again?”

“You mean, just like you’re seeing her right now?” Robin raised an eyebrow and you huffed in frustration.

“You know what I mean.”

“I know. But you’re gonna kill yourself with what-ifs if you don’t. And maybe she’s thinking the same thing. Maybe she’s waiting for you to text her.”

“As if someone like Larissa is waiting for me to text her.” You rolled your eyes, anxiety gnawing at your stomach.

“Fine, then don’t. But your moping is getting annoying.” Robin shot you a grin before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and heading for her bedroom.

You eyed your phone warily. What would you even say? Hi, are you alive? Hi, do you hate me now? Hi, I miss you. You cringed at yourself.

Just as you reached for your phone, Robin peeked her head back into the kitchen. “Are you still coming to Jericho with us this weekend? Leah needs to know.” Robin’s sister had just started working at Pilgrim World and insisted you all visit her at work, offering to get you free admission for a day.

“Uh, yeah, sure, I’ll go.” You smiled at the brunette, who nodded and replied, “cool, I’ll tell Leah then” before disappearing from view.

You breathed out a sigh. You could do this. It was just a text. And if Larissa really didn’t want to see you anymore, well, you barely knew each other anyway. You’d get over her. No harm done, right? Your stomach churned at the thought of having to get over Larissa Weems.

Y/N: Hi :) Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. Is everything alright?

You held your breath for a moment, before realizing it would probably take a while for her to reply if she was working, tossing your phone on the counter and dropping your head into your hands. Your ringtone sounding moments later nearly caused you to fall off the barstool.

Your heart thundered wildly in your chest as you answered Larissa’s call.

“Hi.” You tried not to sound as out of breath as you felt.

“Hi, darling,” Larissa sounded exhausted. “Thank you for checking in. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you sooner, this week has been… trying.”

“I’m sorry, Larissa. If there’s anything I can do…” There was a beat of silence in which you swallowed nervously.

“Don’t be.” Her voice was soft, laced with something akin to regret. “I’m afraid I don’t have much time this week, however, we’re planning an event for the school and it’s very important that it goes well. Perhaps next week?”

“Yeah, of course! Just, you know, let me know.” At least she wasn’t upset with you…

“Darling-”

There was a commotion on the other end of the line and Larissa sighed.

“I apologize, I have to go.” There was a hard edge to her voice, as if she were gritting her teeth.

“Sure, uh, see you. And good luck - with your event.”

“Thank you.” You could hear a hint of a smile in her voice and took that as a minor victory, before the line went dead.

~~~

Larissa was having a very busy week. Saturday was Outreach Day and between that and the near constant shenanigans of a certain raven-haired student, she barely had a minute to herself.

Her days were an endless loop of meetings with Mayor Walker regarding Outreach Day, meetings with Sheriff Galpin regarding the mysterious monster wreaking havoc on the town, emails, proposals, staff meetings, calls with Dr. Kinbott - she worked until late in the evenings and spent her nights tossing and turning, getting up early the next morning to do it all over again.

What kept her afloat were thoughts of you, of your evening together. Conversation had flowed so easily between the two of you. Even when Larissa had laid a part of herself bare that she normally didn’t share with anyone, you’d been so accepting and understanding - despite being a normie. And you’d fitted together so perfectly in the bedroom, you’d taken her so well, been such a good girl for her. So beautiful. You’d made her feel so good - and when you asked her how it felt for her? As if you genuinely cared about her pleasure. That’s when Larissa realized she was in deeper than she’d thought.

But every time she’d wanted to call you, she was interrupted by someone. And by the time Tuesday rolled around and she hadn’t heard from you, she was afraid she’d scared you away completely with her distance. Maybe she just wasn’t cut out for this relationship thing. Not that what you two had was a relationship - yet. But when she’d woken up next to you and felt how you’d curled into her warmth, watching your eyelashes graze your cheeks as you slept beside her, she’d found herself yearning for something that had once felt so unattainable, that was now closer than ever.

Her phone pinged with a text, and her heart leapt when she saw your name on the screen.

Y/N: Hi :) Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. Is everything alright?

Having just gotten out of a staff meeting, she knew she had to take the few moments she had to herself to hear your voice.

The phone call was, of course, cut short by Wednesday Addams bursting into her office unannounced - it was just Larissa’s luck, really.

She was relieved to have heard your voice, to know you weren’t completely put off. Though the nervous edge in your tone… But those thoughts would have to wait until after Outreach Day. She would make it up to you somehow, she resolved.

~~~

The second half of the week passed much the same as the first, without any signs of life from the blonde principal who’d captured your eye - though now you knew, at least, that she didn’t hate you or anything like that.

Saturday morning came and you woke to the sound of fists pounding against your bedroom door.

“Come ON, Leah’s expecting us at 12,” Robin yelled.

You groaned, rolling over in bed and peeking at your phone. Shit, you’d overslept.

“Sorry,” you called, voice still raspy with sleep. “I’ll be done in 10.”

Leaping out of bed, you rummaged through your closet, opting for a simple black turtleneck and a pair of jeans before heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and yank a brush through your hair.

The drive to Jericho was the first time in a week you felt carefree, thoughts of Larissa far from your mind as your roommates cranked up the radio and sang along to Taylor Swift.

When you arrived, Robin parked the car and the four of you spilled out. You were surprised to find the small town bustling with people.

“What’s going on here? The last time I was here it was like a ghost town.” You eyed a group of teenagers crossing the street towards Pilgrim World.

Robin shrugged. “Wanna get some coffee at the Weathervane before we meet up with Leah?”

You nodded and followed your roommates into the little café, where more teenagers sat in various booths, chatting away.

“They look like Nevermore students,” Robin muttered under her breath, and your stomach flipped. If that was true, did that mean Larissa would be here as well? Was this part of the event she had mentioned? You scanned the café, finding no sign of the blonde.

Shaking your head lightly, you got in line behind your friends and tried to redirect your thoughts.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice with a lilting English accent called out from behind you. Butterflies erupted behind your navel as you whirled around, craning your neck back to gaze up at the very woman you’d been daydreaming about seconds prior.

“Larissa?” She looked almost shocked to see you, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape, before a wide smile spread across her face.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Larissa said softly.

“Uh, my friend’s sister works at Pilgrim World and got us free tickets,” you replied, unable to stop your own grin.

Larissa opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by Cassandra’s voice behind you. “Earth to Y/N, are you gonna order something or just stand there flirting?”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you smiled shyly at Larissa, who was turning rather pink herself.

You turned to the barista. “Can I just get a hot chocolate please?”

“Make that two.” Larissa leaned over your shoulder, brushing lightly against the fabric of your turtleneck, and handed the boy a folded ten dollar bill.

“Are you sure? You don’t-”

“Yes.” Larissa’s voice was firm and commanding, and you shivered.

“Thank you, Larissa,” you replied quietly.

“I have 20 minutes before I’m expected to meet with Mayor Walker, if you’d like to join me?” Her voice was so full of hope it made you melt, and you nodded eagerly.

“So should we wait for you or…” Robin raised her eyebrow at you, tilting her head towards Larissa.

Your apologetic gaze said it all, and Robin giggled. “Just text me if you need a ride home.” She smirked and led your friends out of the café.

You waited for your drinks in silence, Larissa glancing around the café almost nervously. When the drinks were ready, the older woman handed you her mug and asked you to pick a booth, stating she would be right back.

You chose a booth in the far back corner of the Weathervane and sipped your hot chocolate, trying to contain your giddy excitement at the prospect of getting to see Larissa unplanned, when a tall, dark-haired woman slid into the other side of the booth.

“Sorry but I’m waiting for-” Your brows furrowed as you took in the smirk of the woman opposite you, the arched brow over icy blue eyes that bore into your own. There was something so familiar about her, so very…

Larissa.

“Oh.” Was all you managed to say. And then, “I’m sorry,” as your face turned crimson and Larissa’s smirk grew, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You have no need to be. I thought it would be better like this. I am here on official Nevermore business after all and in my true form I’m afraid we wouldn’t have a moment to ourselves. I hope I didn’t startle you.” She cocked her head to the side, and you shook your head, drinking in her form.

She looked good, you thought. Long black hair with bangs that fell just short of her eyebrows, contrasting with her pale skin and those blue eyes you loved so much; neck adorned with a thin black choker, matching a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Yes, she looked good. But Larissa still looked better.

“So these are your students?” You cleared your throat, looking around at the teenagers in their striped blazers. Larissa nodded proudly. “What are you all doing here?”

“Today is Outreach Day. It’s a tradition of fostering Outcast-Normie relations, a type of awareness day, if you will. I want to build a sense of community between the people of Jericho and our Nevermore family. We’re not so different, after all.” Larissa smiled fondly, taking your breath away. You could sense her pride in her work, how much she cared for her students and her school, and it made your heart swell.

“So that’s what’s kept you so busy this week?” You meant for it to come out as teasing, not expecting the principal’s face to fall a bit.

“I would have loved to see you, but an event like this takes quite a bit of planning. And I’ve got some students giving me quite the headache recently.” She smiled sadly and took a sip of her hot chocolate.

“It’s okay, really. I didn’t mean it like that. I know your job is important.” You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, hesitating for a moment. “I was just nervous to text you, I thought… I didn’t want to come off as needy or anything.” You blushed again (you seemed to do that an awful lot around her) and stared down into your mug, looking up when you felt a hand on your arm.

“Darling, look at me,” Larissa said softly, and your eyes met hers, full of care. She took a deep breath. “It has been a while since I’ve done anything like this,” she admitted, speaking slowly. “My career tends to make it difficult for me to pursue… anything, with anyone. I may be exceptionally bad at this, but I do appreciate you texting me. I actually think it’s nice to be needed - for something other than cleaning up someone else’s mess.” She smiled hesitantly, her eyes scanning your face.

To say you were touched by her openness would be an understatement. “So you don’t hate me?” you teased, earning yourself a chuckle from the older woman.

“If you don’t hate me,” she teased back.

“Never,” you replied, smiling wryly.

Larissa held her hand out for you to take. You did, and she brought your hand to her lips, placing soft kisses to your knuckles, then flipping your hand over and kissing your palm. You had to suppress a moan as her soft lips grazed your tender skin, and you could feel Larissa’s smile against your hand.

She checked her watch and sighed, eyes fluttering shut momentarily. “I have to go. The mayor and I are inaugurating a fountain for Joseph Crackstone in the town square this afternoon. The Jericho High School marching band will be putting on a little concert. One of my students will even be joining them. If you’d like to watch…” Her tone was hopeful and your pulse quickened at the thought of Larissa wanting you there.

“Of course, I’ll be there.”

Larissa leaned in to kiss you - and you froze. It was Larissa, you knew it was Larissa from her eyes, her mannerisms - and yet the woman in front of you just looked so different, it gave you pause. It almost felt as if you were somehow going behind Larissa’s back.

She stopped inches in front of your face, sensing your hesitance.

“Is everything okay?” She furrowed her brows in worry, her stomach sinking.

“Yeah - I’m sorry, it’s silly.” You waved a hand in front of your face in embarrassment. Larissa cupped your cheek, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“Nothing’s too silly for me, love. What is it?”

“I just… you’re, you know,” you gestured lamely down her body, cheeks flushing as her eyes bore into your own, the gears in her mind turning as she struggled to follow your train of thought. “You’re not you? Well you are, but you don’t look like it - I think,” you were stumbling over your words, internally scolding yourself for surely offending the shapeshifter with your ignorance in these matters.

Larissa’s face softened as you continued your rambling. “I just feel like I’m, uh, cheating on you if I kiss you like this? Which is ridiculous, I know, because we never said if we were even exclusive you know, so if you’d like to see other people as well that’s totally cool with me, I just - you know what? Forget I said anything. Maybe you should kiss me, shut me up or something.” The shapeshifter giggled, a bright, dazzling smile stretching from ear to ear. “As much as I would love to kiss you senseless right now,” she started, her warm breath mingling with yours, drawing a whimper from your throat. “I am quite flattered that you prefer my natural form. And I would not like to see other people, I am quite enamored with a certain rambling someone.”

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