[Open - Folly Cemetary - Father's Day]

[irishcoffee]

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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[irishcoffee]

"You started it," Maggie said, then squeaked when he tossed her onto his shoulder like a bag of flour. "Hey! Put me down!" Her little hands beat at his back with probably as much force as wet noodles.

"Watch the skirt. I'd rather not flash my bare ass to the whole town."

[everywere]

"Don't worry, I'm constantly aware of your ass and how much of it was visible," he said, patting said ass as he made double sure that her skirt was tucked between his body and hers in a way that she wouldn't flash anyone. That was one of the things he liked about her... she never wore anything under her skirts.

[irishcoffee]

"Are you?" Maggie giggled and kept hitting against his back but there was no sign she was in any hurry to leave where she was. She also knew that he knew that she could remove himself from where she was at any time. "And what does that mean, exactly, that you're always aware of how visible my ass is?"

[everywere]

"It means I pay a lot of attention to your ass," I tell her as I start heading out of the cemetery. This sort of thing is probably frowned on in a place that's generally supposed to be about being respectful and mourning. Besides, my place is in the general direction of the entrance to the cemetery.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie warmed to the tips of her toes, which wiggled slightly with the sensation, then shivered as an idea formed. "So what you're saying is that if I ever walking along the street and felt you close..." She paused, just a second, for emphasis, "And I called a little air current to lift my skirt and flash you a peek, that you would...?"

She was baiting him, she knew it. She also didn't think he minded.

[everywere]

"Be very jealous if anyone else got a look," I growl. I know jealousy and possessiveness isn't an attractive trait but I can't help it. I don't think I'd want to help it if I could. I like that we belong to each other.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie decided then that she wouldn't be going through a lot of disclosure about her past and just how many people in the Folly had been up close and personal with her ass and didn't need that look.

"That's it? Just jealous of anyone else seeing?"

[everywere]

"And excited," I add, my voice a low rumble as I shifted my position to give said ass a firm squeeze. It was a very fantastic ass and I was glad to be personally acquainted with it so well. Now I was really getting excited thinking about it.

[irishcoffee]

"Oh really?" While he'd been walking, she'd managed to get his shirt untucked from his jeans and now her soft, small fingers were tracing little patterns on his lower back. "So you'd be all potentially jealous and excited. Sounds like a very uncomfortable way to be. However would you get comfortable again?"

Slowly, very slowly, she was gathering the wind to her.

[everywere]

"I'd have to find a way to remind myself that you're with me," I say, giving her another squeeze as I turn out of the cemetery and head in the direction of my place. It's not much of a place but there are some things there I'd like to get.

[irishcoffee]

"Interesting," Maggie said and then waved her hand for the current she'd gathered to collect on a gust. It did just as she commanded it and lifted her right out of his now loosened grip. She merged with the air current, making herself even lighter until she finally landed about twenty yards ahead of him.

After a quick look back at him, she used the last of the current to flip that back of her skirt up as she walked slowly away.

[everywere]

My growl turns into more of a snarl as her skirt flips up and exposes her ass. I'm the only one around but there's something about her doing it in public, like she's in heat and showing me that she's ready to be mated with.

"You," I say. "Are going to get it."

[irishcoffee]

Maggie didn't reply to his words other than to speed her footsteps up just a little. She'd accepted him from the first for every facet of his being - from the man to the animal forms he shifted into. It hadn't ever bothered her, not even when she woke up sometimes lying next to a huge bear in her bed.

Besides. He seemed to be a little less snap to temper or discomfort since he'd come to accept his whole self, even the shifting. And if catering to that part of him every now and then helped? Such were the sacrifices she had to make.

[everywere]

I speed up my steps fast enough that I'll overtake her, because now she has me worked up and I know exactly what reaction she's hoping for. She got it, so now it's time to see if she was just teasing or if she was offering something. Even if it's just a chase though, it should be a good time. Any time spent with Maggie is time well spent.

[irishcoffee]

She knew she was on borrowed time, that he was getting closer, so she called another gust of wind and flipped her skirt again as she headed down a seldom used alley between the two sides of the shopping district.

She might like to dance with danger a little bit, but she wasn't an exhibitionist, either.

[everywere]

Once she's down the alley, I all but pounce on her. I'm very aware that teasing doesn't equal consent, even if we've had sex before, but I know she can easily get away from me or just tell me 'no'. From the way she smells though, this isn't just a teasing moment.

I push her up against a wall, pressing my hips into her so she can see just what she's done to me.

[irishcoffee]

When Maggie's eyes met his, her pupils were nearly completely dilated and hooded. The look should have dispelled any doubts he had about her willingness. The same thing could be said for the way her body melded into his and pressed against him.

"Jack," she breathed, and ran her hand up the back of his head since he seemed to enjoy it earlier.

[everywere]

I groan when she says my name and touches me. She's so aroused and ready for it that it makes me tremble with need. I don't care that we're here in the alley, all I care about is that she wants me and I want her more than anything I've ever wanted.

I lean down and kiss her, rough and heated as one hand slides up between us, pressing against her breast and squeezing. My hips thrust against her again, more urgent with need than ever.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie's head fell back when his hand found her, the heat searing through the thin material of the sundress. Then his hips rocked into her and it was all she could do to muffle the deep moan. Her fingers clawed at him, his shirt, his pants, needing his skin beneath her fingers, needing to free him to do...whatever he wanted to claim her. Just the thought had her shivering and she made quick work of the button and zip. She pushed the material away, down over his hips, then dug her fingers into his hips. Waiting.

[everywere]

I spin her around and push her up against the wall. It's her ass she's been teasing me with all this time and I want to fuck her from behind. Besides, it makes it easier for me to use my hands on her. She already has my cock out so it's just a matter of flipping up her dress and spreading her legs just a bit, which I do roughly.

I don't care that someone could come along and see, or that if she's loud enough someone can hear. That kind of excites me, publicly claiming her like that. I widen my legs to get low enough down before reaching around and guiding myself into her then thrust up hard, burying myself deep inside of her.

[irishcoffee]

The little moans and keening whimpers she made when he pushed her to the wall and put his hands rough on her to get her just where he wanted her were one thing. Enough of one that she was already soaked in readiness before he even touched her.

"Ohfuck!" Maggie cried out with the first thrust, head thrown back and voice echoing off the buildings. Her body convulsed once around him, a quick tightening of a quick orgasm caused by the buildup of want that the chase into the alley caused. The chase, and the anticipation, and...ohfuck. Then his cock was inside her, and her walls closed tight around him like a fist, like she never wanted to let him go.

[everywere]

I thrust against her again even though I'm already buried deep in her. I love feeling her ass press against my hips and I reach around to fondle her. I'm frustrated by the lack of access though and I rip the front of her dress open. It's romance novel cliche but I don't care, the reward of access to her breasts is worth it.

"Going to make you scream so loud," I tell her.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie raised onto her toes to get her ass closer to him, widening her legs to take him deeper inside. Then, because that's not enough, she pulled the air to elevate her just enough to bring his cock to the perfect angle inside her. She got one, two, and then heard the fabric of her dress shred, felt the air against her breasts and then his hands on her.

The voice at her ear was all she needed to feel the need tighten her belly. "Want to. Will. Scream." Her body shuddered. "Feel so fucking good, Jack..."

[everywere]

I love how she responds, how she's as eager for it as I am. Her ass rocks back against me and I reach around under her dress and begin to rub her clit as I pound her faster and harder. My arm across her breasts provides for some cushioning for her against the wall as I shove her against it.

"You're so hot and tight, fuck I love how I feel in you."

[irishcoffee]

Another shiver raced over his body. "Love. Yes. How your cock fills me, fucks me. God," Maggie moaned, her head dropping back to his shoulder as all she could do was hold on for the ride. All she could do from this position was to clench her inner muscles around him and grip his cock from the inside, squeezing with every thrust deeper inside. When his fingers found her clit, though, the scream came just as her body bucked and bowed, orgasm ripping through her like fire. "Jack...Jack...coming. I'm coming...ohfuckyes!"