Sorry this chapter is short, but I wanted to let you guys know that I'm NOT dead, and I'm still writing. :) Here you go...
Johanna sat beside the window like she did every single day, watching the world pass her by.
She felt like a doll trapped in a glass case, forever young, forever alone. She remembered what had happened with the Judge the day before, and she was filled with shame. What she had done…it was wrong, wasn't it?
She was unclean.
Yet she didn't care at the time, and she couldn't explain it. Scenes from the day before flashed through her mind, and she swallowed the lump in her throat as tears stung her eyes.
Johanna shook her head, and canary yellow curls fell over her shoulders. She inhaled sharply, and then stared out the window.
Golden sunlight puddle on the floor, and the sky was a bright, clear blue. She opened the window and breathed in the fresh air.
She needed more.
She left the window and headed towards the door. Should she dare sneak outside? Yet soon after those thoughts crept through her mind, she found herself slipping out the back door and stepping out into the outside world for the first time in what felt like forever. There was too much to take in—all the foreign sounds, and smells, and sights…
The Judge and the Beadle were gone today, gone at court, and the maids were so busy that they did not notice her disappearance.
She walked with uncertain steps down the street, and her heart was pounding with excitement. The bustle and rumble of the crowd was so loud that it hurt her ears, and she turned down a small, darkened street to escape from the noise.
Johanna's head snapped to the side, and saw a hunched man leering at her.
"You look like a little lost lamb, out here by yourself," he said, coming closer to her as she inched away.
"St-stay back," she stuttered, her voice no louder than a whisper. She turned and broke for a run, leaving the alleyway and praying that the strange man did not follow her. She slowed down and began walking again; she had forgotten, in her haze of panic, that it was not deemed ladylike to run like she was a horse, but in that instant, she could have cared less.
She heard footsteps behind her, and they were approaching fast; she chanced a glance behind her and saw the man following her down the street. Johanna could see the courthouse from where she was, and she made hasty steps towards it.
The man was gaining on her, but she could see the courthouse doors open, and her heart faltered as the Judge stepped out with the Beadle.
The Beadle was not an individual that she particularly liked; there was something about him that made Johanna feel very uneasy, but a familiar face was welcome indeed at such a time. Even his company would be an improvement from the strange man who still followed her down the street.
Oh, she was going to be in so much trouble…
"Sir!" she cried, her voice cracking as she stumbled toward them. There were so many other people on the street that she could not distinguish one pair of feet from another, and she was terrified to look back and see that man again.
The Judge's eyes widened in shock as he saw Johanna. Anger soon clouded his features, but she didn't care; she leapt into his arms with a sob.
Johanna looked back behind her, and let out a sigh of relief as she saw that the man had disappeared.
"What in God's name are you doing out here?" Turpin growled, but his hard eyes softened as she stared up at him with large, fearful eyes.
"I…" she didn't want to get into trouble, so she did another very decidedly unladylike thing. "I missed you, and I wanted to see you," she lied. Although…it wasn't exactly untrue, even though she would be remiss to admit such things.
"You missed me." He stated the words calmly, exchanging a glance with the Beadle before turning towards Johanna once more. "Come. Let us walk home, Johanna. Beadle, I will see you tomorrow?"
"Yes sir, very good," the Beadle said in turn, bowing his head slightly to the side before shuffling off into the street.
Johanna and the Judge walked in silence towards the mansion, and she could feel cold sweat dripping off of her forehead. The edges of her dress were dragging in the muddy street.
When they arrived at their home, the Judge led the way back up to Johanna's room, his eyes narrowing as he saw the door ajar.
"Why, why, why would you do such a thing, Johanna? You knew I would be home soon, but yet you did not have the patience to wait?"
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, bowing her head in shame.
Long, elegant fingers lifted her chin up, and she had no choice but to stare into the Judge's brown eyes.
"Sit on the bed," he murmured, and she did as he bade, her face burning in shame. She was acutely aware of the fact that she obeyed him without question; although he was the only father figure she had in her life, he was also her lover now, which made the situation all the more complicated.
She started as he slipped one shoe off of her foot, and then the other. She gazed down at him kneeling before her, and he glanced up to meet her eyes once more, a fire blazing fiercely in the brown depths. He took her stocking off next, and she jumped as he sighed against her leg, dragging his lips over her sweaty skin.
She let out a tiny moan as she felt his lips trail down to kiss her foot, and then gasped as he went higher until he settled himself between her legs. Unconsciously she spread them for him, and he hummed in appreciation against her thigh before kissing her through her undergarments.
It was amazing how she could feel his lips burning her through the thick material, and feel each luxurious swipe of his tongue. She jerked with every motion he made with his mouth, and as she began to tremble against him, he lifted himself up and pushed her all the way on the bed.
She sighed and arched her back, her head dropping down on the pillow. The Judge carded his fingers through her long golden tresses, and then—
He kissed her, and his mouth was so hot, so wet, so sweet…she opened herself to him, allowing his tongue passage into her own mouth as he ravaged it, tasting every corner, every crevice—and nothing could compare to this, this feeling of such completion, and it somehow felt right, that this man, who had been there for her when no one else had been, should be the only one to do this to her.
So, after a 2 year hiatus from this fic, I returned! More to come soon! If you like Turpanna, check out my youtube account, I'm working on a new Turpanna vid as I type this. Heehee! If you have any suggestions for songs you would like to see with the video, let me know in the form of a review please!