The spells and the college girls Part 6.

Part 6

The next morning Harper's fingers trace idle patterns on my bare stomach as we lay tangled in her sheets, her cast resting heavily against my calf, a constant reminder of how we got here….indirectly since I did not break her ankle.

"So," she murmurs, her voice still breathless from our earlier activities. "Are you going to tell me how you did that thing with the lights? It’s what you were talking about right when you mentioned magic?"

I smile, rolling onto my side to face her. "You're so beautiful," I murmured, my hand moving to cup her breast. She moaned softly

She pokes my ribs. "Don't tease me, witchy girl. The way they flickered right when we…"

"Fine. But you have to promise not to run screaming into the night."

Harper snorts. "After what we did the last few days? I think I'm past the running-away stage and I do have a broken ankle, cast and crutches so running is out of the question."

I turn my head to study her profile, the slope of her nose, the curve of her lips still swollen from my kisses. 

"You noticed the charms first, didn't you?" Her fingers drift up to toy with the gold hoops in my ears. "These? I just thought you had good taste in jewelry."

"They're protection spells," I say quietly. "The left one wards off negative energy. The right..." I grin. "Well, let's just say it helps people see me the way I want to be seen."

Harper's eyebrows shoot up. "Wait. Are you telling me these made me fall in love with you?"

"No." I lean in, my lips finding her left nipple, my tongue swirling around it. "That was almost all you. The magic just... Push you a little in my direction."

She swats at me. "You're terrible."

“I know,” I say softly, my voice is low and warm, “but at first, I wanted you to *need* me.”

Harper turns her head, with a clear view of the soft curve of her breasts. “Need you?” she echoes, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “So, what, please don’t tell me that you wanted to break my ankle?”

I smile, as my fingers trail down her arm to her wrist. “Not at all,” I murmur, leaning closer, my breath brushing her ear. “I just wanted you to need me. The magic… it went a little too far and you landed on your twisted ankle.”

Her eyes darken, her lips parting slightly as she watches me. There’s a flicker of something in her gaze, curiosity, maybe, or something hotter. Something that makes my stomach tighten.

I shift, my hand sliding down to her cast. The pink fiberglass is rough under my fingers. I grip it gently, lifting her leg slightly and she stares at me wondering..

“What are you doing with my broken …”

I don’t let her finish.

My lips brush the top of her exposed toes at the end of her cast, kissing the soft skin there. Her toes curl instinctively, and I feel her shiver. Then I take her healthy foot, My tongue licks and kisses, tracing the curve of her arch, and she gasps, her hips shifting against the sheets.

“Magic or not,” I whisper against her skin, my voice thick with want, “I think you’d have fallen for me anyway.”

Her hand pulled me up to meet her. Our lips crash together, hot and desperate, and I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. The kiss is all teeth and tongues, messy and perfect, and she arches into me, her body pressed against mine.

“You are a witch…”

"Third generation. You figured it out at the beach, didn't you? When I touched your ankle to make it better."

"OMG I thought I was imagining things. There was this... warmth into my broken ankle."

"That was the healing charm." 

Then she's flipping us over, her cast bumping against the mattress as she pins me beneath her. "So," she murmurs, lips brushing my ear. "What other spells should I know about?"

I arch into her, my hand between her legs, grinning as her breath catches. "Why don't I show you?" I said sliding fingers inside her.

Just skin, and heat, and the perfect rhythm of two bodies moving as one.

Part 7 to come
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