Mistfall (18 page)

Our tongues did a frenzied dance as the kiss
intensified. My legs tangled with his as we bobbed up and down in
the water. Heat pooled in my stomach as John glided his fingers
down my back. Gooseflesh was evidence of what his touch did to
me.

John pushed me back against the pier. He
ground his hips against mine in a rhythmic motion as he trailed his
tongue up the side of my neck. I let out an audible moan that egged
him on. John’s fingers were tangled up in my hair when he pulled
back from me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he
inquired.

Good. We’re on the same page
, I
thought. I raised my eyebrow cockily as I answered him. “I’ll tell
you when I’ve had enough of you.”

“Is that so?”

I nodded in return, hoping to return quickly
to where we left off.

“Well then,” he grinned,” I should make sure
you get your fill of me.”

I hung my head and groaned. “You just ruined
it. Do me a favor. Use your lips for anything you want, just no
talking,” I laughed.

John said nothing, but grabbed the front of
my bikini, ripping it off like a kid opening a Christmas present.
He eyed his present greedily before grabbing my breast gently,
gliding his thumb over my hard nipple.

He moved his hand away and let it trail
slowly down my chest and stomach until he stopped at my bikini
bottoms. I closed my eyes as he outlined the skin around the
elastic band. My lower stomach, sensitive to his touch, quivered as
he ran his fingers across it.

I decided to magic away the rest of our
clothes. His erection had been straining against his trunks,
threatening to tear through the flimsy material and I had an urgent
need to be naked. It had the desired effect on John. I didn’t have
to prod him any further along. I loosened my grip on his waist as
he adjusts me above him. I could feel the tip of his erect penis
against my entrance.

“Look at me,” he softly demanded.

I opened my eyes to see his sparkling emerald
ones staring back. “I love you,” he said and kissed me once
again.

“I love you too,” I managed once he paused to
breathe.

I moaned out in pleasure as he plunged into
me. The rough wood of the pier bit into my back as he slowly thrust
in and out of me. I was in heaven. Every sensation, every touch,
every kiss was better than the last.

As John drove deeper he inadvertently rubbed
up against my already swollen and sensitive clitoris. It was
driving me over the edge.

“Let go,” he whispered as he bit my
earlobe.

That was all it took. I held onto him as
tightly as the orgasm rippled through me. Wave after wave rushed
into me until I couldn’t hold on anymore. I screamed out as he
continued thrusting in and out of me, joining me quickly in sexual
bliss. I hung my head back hanging onto every drop of orgasmic
euphoria as it slowly ebbed away.

When I held my head back up, John was looking
at me as if he couldn’t really believe I was there.

“You were amazing,” I whispered, afraid to
break the moment’s spell.

He chuckled softly. “Violet, there is only
one person in the world that I have ever described as amazing and
that is you,” he said and brought his lips to my forehead.

We held each other for a few more minutes
neither wanting to break the embrace, but it was John who pulled
away first. Darkness had replaced the waning light, the moon now
standing sentry over the Earth.

“Melissa’s going to be mad at us,” I laughed.
I could only imagine what she’d say if she knew why her dinner was
delayed.

“That’s an understatement,” he pointed out.
“I’m surprised she didn’t come looking for us though it’s a good
thing she didn’t.

I clothed us in similar attire, the less to
clue Melissa in on the better. It was once we left the pond that I
realized that there had been an audience to our aquatic aerobics.
The denizens of the pond must have gotten an eyeful. Honestly, I
was too happy to care and tossed that thought away.

Love. What a concept. We give our hearts to
someone with the expectation that they’ll take care of it, protect
it, and hold it dear to them. That’s a lot of blind trust. In the
matter of hours after reuniting with John, after a five year
absence, I had just handed him mine as easy as you please.

I know I should be wary. After all, was I in
love with John or the memory I had of him. I stopped myself from
continuing that train of thought. Over thinking was a specialty of
mine. I looked at the facts instead. He came to rescue me, he
sought help to find me, and he was still helping me to get home.
That was the kind of man John is.
Matter settled,
I told
myself before I railroaded this relationship before it got off the
ground.

Melissa was fuming on our return to the cave.
“Where on the Goddess’s green Earth have the two of you been?” she
demanded angrily.

Neither John nor I could help it. Between my
red cheeks and his cheesy grin we gave ourselves away.

“Are you kidding me?” she exclaimed, looking
back and forth between the two of us. “I’ve been here worried that
something terrible happened to you both.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized.

“Don’t give me sorry. I know neither of you
are sorry for taking a side trip to nookieville so don’t even
pretend to apologize.”

“I brought dinner,” John piped up, holding
the fish.

I didn’t know what spell she used, but when
it hit the fish they exploded all over John. Fish guts were
everywhere. I was lucky and threw up a shield at the last second.
No roly-poly, fish heads on me!

“Feel better now,” I asked Melissa.

“A little,” she responded tight lipped.

“Ugh, you smell,” I directed at John and his
pescarian covered torso, holding my nose. “You should go get
cleaned up.”

“Good idea. Want to assist?” he asked,
wagging his eyebrows.

“NO!” Melissa responded forcibly. “I’m not
letting either of you out of my sight until we’re back home. Try
and keep it in your pants until then.” She turned in a huff and
walked back to the cave leaving John and I alone.

Melissa had run out of steam. I noticed
earlier that she looked exhausted. I was being a bad friend. Not
until this moment did I wonder how she was holding up. I had sent
Luca right back to her, made us homeless, and sent her on a wild
goose chase after me. I may not have had any direct hand in it, but
jeez I was an arse right now.

“Um, John?” I couldn’t help but giggle when I
looked at him and his slimy, fish covered body.

“Yes,” he replied, trying to ignore the smell
of seaweed and rotting fish parts.

“Why don’t you go and get cleaned up while I
talk to Melissa,” I suggested.

“Good luck with that,” he smirked. “If she
asks where I’ve run off to, I’m just behind those trees.” He
pointed to a small copse of trees thirty yards away. “Privacy,” he
noted and left, but not before kissing me passionately, setting off
the insatiable sex kitten once again.

I entered the cave to reconcile with Melissa.
She was sitting, cross-legged, in front of a medium, sized bowl. I
took a seat next to her.

I nudged her with my shoulder. “Hey girl. I
really am sorry for making you worry.”

“I was just scared something had happened.”
She gave me a tired smile and nudged me back, hard enough to hurt.
“I’m over it now.

She may have been okay with things, but I
wasn’t. “It’s not only that. I’ve been a horrible friend dragging
you down this rabbit hole with me.”

She gave me a quizzical look while stirring
the contents of the bowl. “Why are you apologizing for something
you have no control over?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “That may be true,
but I still feel like a jerk. It seems like you’re life revolves
around me and that’s not fair.”

She tapped the spoon she was stirring with on
the lip of the bowl. “I would’ve been here regardless, like John,
to come and find you,” she honestly admitted.

“Ditto,” I replied. It was true; I would
scour Hades for her if she needed me.

“For the record,” she added, “as far as my
life goes, I chose my path. I also wouldn’t change it for
anything,” she added, hugging me.

I was relieved. She truly was the best friend
a girl could have. Come hell or high water, she was in it for the
long haul with me. I was blessed with the friends I had and I would
put my life on the line for them too.

“Speaking of John…” Melissa prodded me.

I hung my head, hands covering my eyes. “Oh
God. Really?”

“Yup, spill it,” she told me. “My recent love
life was upended because Owen wanted to kill you. Since I can’t
revel in my own I’ll live vicariously through you.”

I lifted my head and chuckled. “Going the
guilt route I see,” I pointed out as she nodded her head yes.
“Fine, what do you want to know?” I asked.

She was giddy with excitement, forgetting the
bowl and its contents. “Let’s start with endowment,” she
decided.

“That’s where you want to start?” I asked
uncomfortably.

“Well, I’m not interested in a play by play,
so what else is there to ask?” she said.

I began to fidget. I’m not a kiss and tell
kind of girl. Usually Melissa was the one to tell me about her
romantic interludes. She felt comfortable telling me things we
might not otherwise divulge to others, but I did not.

I think she may have enjoyed putting me on
the spot. Perhaps it was retribution for not coming back from the
pond sooner? Regardless, she wasn’t letting me out of this until
she got the information she wanted to know.

“I don’t know about his, um, exact
measurements,” I admitted red-faced.

Melissa looked at me in disbelief. “What do
you mean you don’t know?”

“We were in the pond. I didn’t see anything
from the waist up,” I replied.

“And you were going to feed me that fish?”
she shrieked, pushing me over. “That’s disgusting!”

She stood and knocked the bowl over, its
contents spilling on the ground. I laughed so hard at her
conclusion that I couldn’t get off the floor. Tears formed in my
eyes and my sides spasmed so hard it became difficult to
breathe.

“It’s really not that funny,” Melissa scolded
me, still disgusted by the thought of sex-tainted fish.

“What did I miss?” John inquired, returning
from his washing up and seeing me in stitches.

I pointed at Melissa, horror and distaste
lining her face. “She…thinks…you…and I…tainted…the fish!” I managed
between gasps of air and laughter.

“You two are ridiculous,” he replied, smiling
in amusement while shaking his head at us.

I turned onto my back and let the laughter
subside. John was standing over me, shirtless. I had a pretty
amazing view from down here.

John wasn’t overtly muscular, but he was well
built. Years of training showed through the play of shadow and
light across his body. A smattering of hair covered his chest while
a thin trail pointed south on his eight pack abdomen. I envied the
drops of whatever that fell onto his stomach as he shook the water
from his hair. I was looking forward to exploring his body
again.

My stomach rumbled, bringing me out of my
reverie. “What do you guys have a taste for?” I asked, offering
Melissa and John use of my jinn magic.

“Pizza’s always good,” John answered.

“Sounds better than the soup I was
attempting,” Melissa chimed in, pointing to the bowl’s spilled
contents, now forgotten.

Melissa and I liked sausage on our pizzas and
John would eat just about anything. So I made it half and half,
John’s half including everything but the kitchen sink.

We spent some time catching up as we ate.
Melissa had been working on a new Mistfall spell. Her aim was to
bend the Mistfall around people and not locations. She thought it
would be useful in our situation. So far, no luck, but she was sure
she was close.

John had distanced himself from the Elves. He
explained that he and the current political climate just didn’t get
along. He also told us that Abel was publicly running The Powers
now and made no qualms about the public’s hatred for him.

I elaborated on my antics on the oubliette.
They were surprised when they found out Hailz had been more of a
help rather than her usual hindrance. I also told them of the kind
of prisoners Abel was now keeping and his treatment of them. They
were shocked and appalled by the revelation.

With full bellies and no less troubled minds
we bunked down for the night. I had no bedding, so away with the
magic I went. The temperature was on the chilly side in the cave so
I needed something warm. I chose a pair of pink flannel pajama
bottoms and a plain black camisole to wear. One pillow, down
comforter, and air mattress later, I lay down and closed my
eyes.

“Cheat,” Melissa threw over her shoulder, her
back facing me.

“You wouldn’t be calling me names if I gave
you some creature comforts,” I retorted.

“That’s true,” she replied sleepily.

I set the two of them up with similar
necessities and fell, for the first time in weeks, into an
unencumbered sleep.

Early the next morning I was awakened by an
arm reaching over me and pulling me close. John had crawled onto my
mattress to cuddle. I responded by curling my body to fit his. The
heat coming off his body enveloped me in its coziness.

Unable to return to sleep right away, I
turned over to see his face. “Good morning,” I greeted him.

“Morning beautiful,” he returned, making my
heart swell. There was now a smile on my face that wouldn’t be
dampened anytime soon.

“You’re going home tomorrow,” he reminded me,
stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“Mmm, home,” I replied groggily before it hit
me. My eyes shot open in stark realization. I couldn’t go home.