[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]

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!"

[everywere]

I don't stop, I keep thrusting against her because I want her to scream, to scream until she's breathless. The flashing me drove me wild and I want to respond in kind, by making her admit how good we fuck each other. Not that she'd ever deny it but there's something about hearing her call it out like an animal that drives me crazy.

My body wants to come so badly but I'm holding off, just a little bit longer to coax her through this and drive her crazy.

[irishcoffee]

She wasn't sure at all if she had a second orgasm or if the first one just never stopped. Over and over the waves crashed into her and turned her body into nothing more than a writhing mass of pleasure that pulsed and shuddered against him. Every time he pounded into her set off another spasm, another buck of her hips. She cried out, screamed out, pushed her ass against him and begged for more.

[everywere]

I shove deep into her a few more times before I finally can't hold back any longer and I come hard. I hear myself roar as I shake and pulse into her as she tightens around me with her own orgasm. I love this feeling, being so perfectly connected to her it feels like we're inseparable, like we're on complete person. I will never, ever be able to get enough of that feeling.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie went practically boneless against him as the last shudders left her body. Somehow she found muscle control enough to reach up and around to skim her fingers over the back of his head. "Love you, Jack. So much," she sighed into the now quiet alley.

[everywere]

I stay in her, reluctant to pull out and lose that connection with her despite how public we are right now. I feel like I could stay like this forever. My arms wrap around her to hold her close, pull her against me protectively and possessively.

"Love you too," I say, nuzzling at her neck, breathing in her scent.

[irishcoffee]

The warmth and emotion of those three words warmed her from her heart outwards and had tears sliding down her cheeks. No matter how many times she'd told herself she could live without romantic love, filling her life with her duties and the occasional physical release - she didn't realize until now that she'd been lying to herself. She needed this, she needed him.

"Always," she breathed, then sniffed back the tears.

[everywere]

I reluctantly pull out of her, lamenting that loss of feeling complete. I pull up my pants and redo them before carefully picking her up, cradling her in my arms and holding her close to both protect her modest and keeping her close. I bury my face in her neck for a moment, nuzzling her and growling happily. Ever since meeting her I've felt more complete than I ever have before and it's amazing.

[irishcoffee]

"I think I'm going to have to borrow your shirt again," Maggie said softly, kissing the skin of his throat. "I appear to have lost another dress."

She giggled against his skin, letting him know how little she cared about that.

[everywere]

"Careless of you," I murmur, although I'm highly amused by it. My animal instincts think what happened was perfectly natural while the human part of me is a little shocked and excited. I certainly wouldn't say no to doing something like that again.

[irishcoffee]

"I know. I should be more considerate of my clothing and not incite certain instincts," Maggie responded, but when she pulled back to smile at him it was clear she had absolutely no intention of following her own advice.

If anything, the wicked little twinkle in her eye said she was already formulating a way to make it happen again. Soon.

[everywere]

"We'll have to agree to disagree on that," I say with a smile, leaning in to kiss her softly. I don't care what she does so long as it's with me. Actually, the more she does with me the better as far as I'm concerned.

"You're awful."

[irishcoffee]

"Mmmm, I am," Maggie agreed, humming against his lips before finding his throat. "And the sooner we get your stuff and go home, the sooner I can be awful all over again."

[everywere]

"You're going to wait until we get home?" I ask, growling at the feel of her mouth on my neck. She seems to know the exact place that drives me wild and uses that to her advantage whenever she can.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie laughed again and took little nibbles against the skin. "I dunno. Am I? Or am I going to be attacked when we get to your almost former apartment?"

[everywere]

"I think you should always assume an attack is imminent," I say, grinning wolfishly at her as I carry her along. We're getting odd looks but I don't care. I have her held close enough to keep her covered but I'm sure it's not a huge secrect what we've done recently.

"Throw you in the shower, clean you up, then maybe have a taste," I add, licking her neck with my long, rough tongue.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie shivered and leaned in close to him, moving just enough that others couldn't see anything but enough so he could feel her body's motion against his. "Tell me you live close?"

[everywere]

"Gonna take the long way just to make you wait," I grunt, although I don't think I could wait for the long way around. I don't exactly live close, but it's not across town either. Just long enough to build up a good amount of anticipation and then some.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie's mouth found his ear, kissing it and drawing her tongue around the shell. "Are you sure you want to do that, love? You're not the only one wanting a taste, you know."