[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]

This time, her whimper vibrates all along his cock as she barely manages to get her mouth open wide enough before he's pushing into her mouth. She melted against his body, lips wrapped tight around his cock. Her head started bobbing up and down as she swallowed him deep to the back of her throat.

[everywere]

It's a struggle but I manage not to groan in pleasure as she goes down on me. Her mouth feels so good and she knows just what to do to drive me wild. But where's the fun in that? She's being "punished" so I refuse to make this easy on her. Stretching out I put my hands behind my bed and look down at her.

"You know exactly what to do, don't you?"

[irishcoffee]

Maggie stopped just as she was settling in to her rhythm and let his cock slip from between her lips slowly. "I think I've done a fair job of it before. Did you have pointers to offer?" Her head lowered but didn't take him in again while she waited for his response. She just put her lips over the tip and swirled her tongue around it.

[everywere]

"Don't stop to talk," I tell her, fighting to keep my body from tensing up at the way her tongue swirls around the most sensitive part of my cock. It feels amazing though and if she was serious I don't think I could come up with a suggestion for her. She does everything perfect already.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie kept her eyes on his and nodded. She wondered what was behind the hands behind the head thing, and would have worried that her performance was lacking if it wasn't for the twitching she felt almost continually in his cock as her lips moved over it. With her eyes still on his, she slid her mouth back down, tongue flat against the underside, and swallowed him inch by inch.

[everywere]

I gave out a pleased sigh as she sank back down, still trying my best to act casual about it. There was no doubt that I felt anything but casual about the way her mouth moved on me, but I wanted to see how she might react to it. I know she likes it when I "make" her do things and I don't mind going along with that.

[irishcoffee]

And her mouth did move, her rhythm increasing slowly while her fingers crept up his inner thigh. She felt the reactions in his cock, but his body remained still beneath her and she was determined to get him as worked up as she'd been earlier. Her lips tightened just as her small hand closed around his balls, giving them a little squeeze in time with her mouth closing tight and cheeks hollowing with the force of the suction.

[everywere]

My hands slide away from behind my head and grip the sheets on either side of me. Her mouth is so warm and wet and is doing amazing things to me. I'm not sure but I think my tattoos are even glowing more brightly. The way she caresses my thigh and plays with my balls causes my breathing to speed up every so slightly. I'm still trying to relax, but I know that when I finally lose it that it's going to be amazing.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie hummed when she sensed his body move, heard the rustle of the sheets under his gripping fingers. Her eyes opened when she sensed the brightness in the room, dim now from the impeding sunset, and smiled fully around her mouthful. His ink was inner lit and calling to her even harder than it had before. With her free hand she reached over to touch one of the runes, stroking the pattern with her fingertip. Her other hand squeezed again, small, clever fingers stroking just beyond as she continued to fuck his cock with her mouth.

[everywere]

When she touches me I feel something inside me ignite, a fire racing through me. At first I think I'm coming, that she's brought me to a whole new level and that she's going to drive me crazy.

The heat intensifies though, far past even the semi-painful pleasure she gives me. It feels like my entire body is on fire, literally burning. I can even smell smoke and an instant later the bed burst out in flames.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie felt the flash of heat and opened her eyes, her gasp of shock pulling her mouth completely off his cock. Flames didn't bother her, because they couldn't hurt her. But Jack was a different story and she wouldn't see him hurt. It took a second only to pull moisture from the air to douse the flames and a strong wind to carry the flame away.

At once, she started looking at his arms and the now-wet bedding. "Are you all right?"

[everywere]

I jump up off the bed and bat at the flames on my body, but I'm not particularly worried about them. I know that I can survive them and that they won't even burn me as bad as most people. The bed is also ruined, even though she put out the fire quickly. Fortunately I don't need the mattress anymore.

"I'm fine," I say, glancing over at my back to watch my flesh heal itself. "That was... odd."

[irishcoffee]

Maggie's eyes widened, watching his skin heal before her eyes. She knew his healing was accelerated, but she had no idea it was that instantaneous. "It was, yeah, but I don't think it was me. When I lose control," I said and looked up into his eyes, "well, you heard the lightning, right?"

[everywere]

I nodded then looked at the bed and frowned. If it wasn't here then I'm the one that did it, but I've never done anything like that before. I didn't know I had the ability to set things on fire. If I do and I can't control it... that's not good at all.

"I don't know how I did that then."

[irishcoffee]

Maggie was about to crook her finger to get him to come back to bed - but the bed was pretty much a lost cause at this point. "I remember you were getting brighter," she said, thinking back to what preceded the fire. "And then I had my hands over your tattoos. The runes."

She looked from his arms to her hands. Was it possible?

[everywere]

"Were you giving me a- a magical blowjob?"

I don't know how else to phrase it. She can do all sorts of stuff with her magic so maybe she was introducing a little... extra because I was being so difficult. I should probably not be so difficult.

[irishcoffee]

Both of her hands went up to her mouth, stifling the giggle. "No, there was nothing magical about it. Well, not elemental magic anyway. It felt pretty magical at the time, to me at least."

Maggie crawled off the bed and over to stand in front of him. "And if memory serves, an incomplete one."

[everywere]

"Uh, can we- can we figure out what happened first?"

I hate this, I hate not knowing the extent of what I can do. If Maggie hadn't been who she was and I suddenly caught on figure she could have been seriously hurt. I'm some sort of freak science experiment or something and I have no idea what my body is going to do one moment to the next.

[irishcoffee]

"All right," Maggie said, shifting gears and putting her libido into neutral. He was very clearly upset about what had happened. Her gift didn't lend itself to looking into the thoughts of others, but her connection to Jack was to a level that she didn't need anything like that. She just knew him. And he was full of self-flagellation over what had happened.

"If I remember right, in the heat of the moment, one of my hands was on your arm. I was touching one of the runes."

[everywere]

"You've touched them before," I say, running my hands over my hair. She's touched me everywhere before, although it's mostly been her fingers just brushing along them.

"I could have hurt you."

[irishcoffee]

"I have," Maggie nodded, "but not with the level of energy I had just now. I was sparking lightning outside, Jack. That's not something I do very often. It's possible that the shift in my body chemistry from being with you in that state, combined with the magic under your skin from the runes just...went a little wild and didn't have any other outlet."

She touched his hand. "You could have, yes, but you didn't. But you could also bump into me in the hall, knock me on my ass and hurt me that way, too, right?"

[everywere]

"I- I can control my physical movements," I say, clenching my hands in frustration. I hate not being in control, I hate the loss of it, I hate that at times I can't control myself.

"I would never bump into you in the hall."

[irishcoffee]

"It was a hypothetical, Jack, not an accusation," Maggie countered, her voice soft and soothing in reaction to the tension in his hands and his voice. "Take a breath, love, okay?"

[everywere]

"I know it wasn't. I just- I hate that I can't control myself. I hate that I don't know how or why I'm this way."

And I hate having to admit all of that. When I was by myself I didn't have to, I could loathe myself and no one would care. But Maggie cares and as much as I want to, I'm not going to hide this part of me from her. At least not completely.

[irishcoffee]

She remembered the night they met, the confusion she felt in him, when he said he didn't know for sure what forms he took. "What have you done to try and find out? Do you have any memories, even small ones?"

A vague idea was forming in the back of her mind.