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[hellorhighwater]

NEIL BLAIR
Black Fire of the Night Dragon
Kingslayer
Dragon Mage

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Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[fondofapples]

For the sake of the ritual, Regina glanced away, purposefully not noticing the burning lust in his eyes. She knew, but she forced herself to focus on the spells to clean them up.

The first was somewhat more finicky, for all that it was a simple magical effect. On occasion, when she used it on other people, it tried to remove body hair, or jewelry, so she cast it on herself first, and then reduced the area of effect and cast it several times to clean him up.

Wardrobing was simpler. She needed only think of some outfit he'd worn and recall it to him. Since they wouldn't be dressed long if she had anything to say about it, she went for simple and warm for both of them. And if her jeans happened to hug her hips a little more than was strictly necessary and her boot heels were high enough to scream sex, who could blame her?

"All right, love. Grab the box and tell me where we need to be."

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[hellorhighwater]

Neil definitely noticed the jeans and the heels--and the fact that the long sleeve henley she'd put him in was probably a size too small, showing off his shoulders and arms to good effect. She got a smile for her efforts...and, because he couldn't fucking resist, dragged her in for one more kiss, making it quick before he released her and summoned the box to him with a flash of fire.

"Just outside the courtyard." he declared, nodding his head towards the door. "There's a bare stretch near the drive that's perfect--not too dry to dig a little. It's gotta go into the earth itself, not just in the dirt."

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[fondofapples]

The caress of warm, velvety lips sent a curl of warmth through her, like steam rising off a mug of hot cocoa. Comforting, on the one hand, but all together decadent, on the other.

She passed a hand along his arm then over his abdomen as he released her, and as soon as the magics of his summoning faded, she tucked a hand in the back pocket of his jeans. What? She needed to be touching him to teleport them both!

Which she did, whisking them off to the spot he'd mentioned in a whirl of slinky purple smoke. And seeing the ground when they materialized, she quickly summoned a digging trowel from her garden shed and offered it to him. "Unless you want me to do it?"