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It was without a doubt, Maggie's least favorite day.

Mother's Day wasn't far behind it but she only had vague memories of her mother. She'd been six when the woman had dropped back out of The Folly. Long enough for Maggie to remember her, but not long enough for anything to remain in her mind beyond little shadows in her mind.

Her father's exit. That she remembered clearly, considering she'd been the one that found him when the last of his attempts to bring her back to the Folly had failed. Magic drained after five years of these attempts, he'd been unable to fight the depression, unable to see anything beyond the loss of the love of his life.

Unable to see the daughter he'd be leaving behind.

She'd seen first hand what magical exhaustion did now that she was fully in her magic now. When she'd been eleven and sent to her foster home, it hadn't been as easy to see at all. She still hated him for leaving, still wished she'd been enough to keep him from giving up, but now, she was a little more accepting of it all.

When she saw a vaguely familiar woman at his gravesite, it took everything she had not to pull the earth, wind and water to her to blast the woman, and the trash around the headstone, into the forest so deep even Bella wouldn't be able to find her.

"Excuse me, but who are you?"

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If anything, the low growl made her smile widen...and because she was perfectly happy living dangerously, she smacked his ass again.

"Maybe. What if I am?"

I growl more deeply and find myself responding, grinding my hips against her. I kind of like her being fiesty like this and I wonder if I can get her to keep it up. It's kind of hot when she's being demanding and bossy.

"You'd better back this attitude up."

"Hmm, now who's being all threatening?" Her voice stuttered, just a little, when he moved against her and the squelched desire of earlier came roaring back to the surface. "I'm the one letting you and your arsenal here move into my house. If I decide you're getting the spare room and not my bed, you'll take it. And like it."

The look she gave him was searching as well as daring - this was new ground for her. A little exciting, a little scary, and causing all sorts of little reactions.

I can smell her desire again and I know she can feel mine pressing against her. It's kind of fun with this reversal of roles and I wonder how far she'll be able to take it.

"So you think you can boss me around now, huh?"

She wasn't sure she could at all; not with her body giving her so many conflicting impulses and urges. But she was damned sure going to try. "I think that 'my house my rules' isn't so unrealistic. And the more I think about it, the whole town's named after my ancestor, so technically the town and everything in it is mine."

Maggie couldn't help raising on her toes just enough to brush their bodies together. "So why shouldn't I decide what happens? And where?"

"Mmmmm, why don't you try ordering me around and see what happens?" I say, body already trembling again with desire. The role reversal is kind of fun. Not something I want every time, but I like how it feels right now.

Under any other circumstances she'd have made a joke or told him to paint the exterior of the shop or something. Right here, in this close space with his scent filling her nose and her magic responding to his with a warmth just under her skin, jokes were the last thing from her mind.

"Kiss me, Jack. Hard. Now."

I pull her close and kiss her hard, more than happy to obey that command. I'd be more than glad to do that whenever she wants. I love the way her lips feel against mine, how she tastes and the heat I can feel coming from her as I kiss her back.

Maggie wanted to whimper into his mouth, wanted to melt against him and pour herself into his embrace. She wanted to give herself over to him and she had no doubt she would eventually. Now, though, she was determined to see how long she could go before she gave in.

That in mind, she slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders and pushed slightly, breaking the kiss. "Now you're going to let me finish what I started earlier, and when you start to get close, you're going to put your hand in my hair and fuck my mouth."

Before she could ruin it with any disclaimers, she dropped straight to her knees and put her lips back around his cock.

I'm pretty sure that 'let me suck your cock then fuck my mouth' is doing "demanding" wrong but I'm not going to complain. Even if I was, she drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth so fast that I can't even begin to think of forming words. She's so good that almost instantly she has me at the point where she did before, where I'm about to explode.

In this position, it's easier to bring her hands up the back of his thighs to grip him tightly and keep him right where she wanted him. Her fingertips dug in and held, even pulled a little as if she was trying to get closer. The position also made it easier to take all of him in, to angle her head and make the most of her opened throat. When the first taste of him hit her tongue, she whimpered in lust and anticipation.

"Fuck!" I gasp, loving how she's pulling herself closer to me, trying to take as much of me in as she can. She takes me so deep that I know I'm not going to last long, that I'm going to lose my load any moment. As ordered, I reach out and fist her hair and move my hips, fucking her mouth faster and faster as my pleasure builds.

The whimpers she swallowed earlier transformed the minute his hand fisted in her hair. When it was vocalized, though, it was more like a deep moan, one that vibrated down his length as it pumped in and out of her mouth with deeper and deeper strokes. Her body was almost shaking with the lust that had reignited the second his lips took hers and there was nothing else for it but to take one hand off his thigh and push it between her legs. From the angle, she knew he couldn't see her but she was pretty sure the motion would make her scent more apparent to him.

I can't take it any longer and I call out her name as I come. The moaning around my cock and seeing her start to get herself off drive me absolutely crazy and over the edge. I come hard, pulsing in her mouth and keeping her head forced down. I know she'll take it all but she did order me to fuck her mouth and I have every intention of doing that.

Maggie came close to choking when his orgasm triggered hers and the scream she wanted to give voice to was lost along his cock and everything he gave her. She swallowed the scream down with his come and didn't stop until she felt the last pulse under her lips. She rose on shaking legs then looked up at him with sleepy, sated eyes before pressing a soft kiss to the center of his chest.

"Wow," I say, even though I feel like I say that after every time she makes me come. Every time though it feels absolutely incredibly, like it couldn't possibly measure up to the memory of how good it is, but it does.

"Took the word right out of my mouth," Maggie smiled, nuzzling her cheek against the warm skin of his chest. "And I don't know about you, but I'm starting to think about a nap."

"You can sleep while I pack then," I say with a chuckle. I would love to sleep next to her, but I want to be packed up and moved out of here as quickly as possible. I want to move into what will be our place.

Maggie shook her head. "I can hold out long enough to help you pack and get the first load over to the house." She smiled and stretched up on her toes, making sure her body brushed his in every possible place. "Then maybe I can convince you to take one with me," she finished, her lips nuzzling his throat.

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