Maggie cuddled into his chest, cheek against his skin. His heart beat strong and steady against her and his scent filled her senses. Just like before, she felt it charging her magic almost as quickly as if she was standing in a howling thunderstorm with wind, water and earth surrounding her with shades of fire in the lightning.

"I feel a little like butter left in the sun," she giggled. "But I'm recharging." She kissed his chest. "How about you?"