Chapter One:
"So this witch is going to help figure out what happened with Thea?" Morgead asked in a falsely calm tone.
Jez paused and darted a curious look towards her soul mate before she nodded. Obviously, he was irritated about this little errand, but she was pleased he was trying to contain it. "Hopefully," she supplied.
He clucked his tongue dramatically. "I guess my question should be why are we doing this?"
Jez chose to ignore the sarcasm and replied simply. "She had a family meeting and everyone else was busy."
Morgead gave a long, suffering sigh, and continued to follow closely behind as Jez started walking up the concrete sidewalk. "So you volunteered us?"
Jez smiled, her green eyes flashing at him with mischief. "You'll be rewarded," she informed him, giving him a saucy wink as she walked further ahead of him.
She glanced down at the address sprawled on the yellowed piece of paper and matched the numbers to the secluded house in the woods. She turned, walking on the now cobbled stone sidewalks that lead to the witch's house.
"With sex?" he asked hopefully.
She snorted, pausing to turn and roll her eyes at him, but nodded at the same time. "And maybe we can try those edible undies you got me," she chuckled.
The ones he'd gotten so long ago she wasn't sure they were still good. Do edible undies have expiration dates?
She noticed his eyes widen slightly when he finally registered her comment and Jez found herself wondering if it was from anticipation or worry that she wanted rough, kinky sex.
The sex between them, up until now, had been strictly vanilla, and Jez knew Morgead was anything but. She knew he was being that way for her, but she'd tried hinting on more than one occasion that she was totally up for more. Morgead knew her better than this and she knew that finding out they were soul mates had changed the way he treated her. He was softer around her now, more careful when he touched her. He would play with stray pieces of curly red hair, or tuck those pieces behind her ear. He would play with her hand and fingers when she went to hold onto him and then place damp kisses against the palm of that hand. It was sweet and Jez loved every minute of it, but she could see the restraint on his face when they would make love. He was holding back as if he were afraid she'd break. This was a stepping stone in their relationship Jez planned on breaking very soon and she was excited because she knew it would be mind blowing.
Her thoughts shifted as they came up to the aged black door with a skeleton key lock. This house redefined the stereotypical witch house. In fact, it looked almost exactly like the witches house from the 1993 movie Hocus Pocus, complete with the water wheel in the front. If only there was purple sparking smoke coming from the chimney the scene would be set. Maybe this witch would be Bette Midler so then she could ask for an autograph. At least then, it wouldn't be a total bust.
"She gives witches a bad name. What is Thea thinking?" Morgead growled, failing miserably to cover up his agitation. Obviously, the idea of sex only lasted so long when daunted with such a trifling mission.
"That this is her last resort," Jez spoke softly as she turned her body towards Morgead. "She's panicking. Her magic is like what blood is to a made vampire, a necessity. She's suffocating. It's like how oxygen isn't that important until you aren't getting any."
"Poor Eric," he mumbled.
Jez raised a dark eyebrow, confused at the remark, "Poor Eric? It's Thea that feels like she's dying."
Morgead gave her a knowing look then leaned forward to tuck a stray curling strand of red hair behind her ear and Jez felt her knees weaken at the subtle soul mate spark when his finger passed against her skin. As he pulled away, he took a moment to caress the high curve of her cheekbone and then let the flat pad of his thumb slip over her peach gloss lips. "It's even harder to breath when your soul mates in pain, Jez. Knowing that he can't do anything, that he's helpless, but feeling her agony none the less. It's pure hell."
She gave him a smile and he responded by leaning forward to capture her bottom lip between his teeth. He bit and then suckled at the droplets of blood pooling at the cut before she had time to heal.
Just as Jez started to go in for another kiss, the black door in front of them swung open, and a mousy brown haired, slightly plump, woman with glasses sneered at Jez, but took the time to eye Morgead with interest. Jez, slightly dazed from the contact with Morgead, suddenly felt the a creeping well of anger building. When it hit she found herself having to grit her teeth to refrain from pulling the woman's hair out.
"I've been expecting you two. Come in."
Jezebel felt her eye twitch as the brunette witch rubbed her ass against Morgead for a second time. The first time had been when they'd entered, now she was finding moments to do it. The third time the witch did it Jez was certain she'd be having plump witch for dinner. Morgead's only redeeming quality, and the witch's for that matter, was that he backed away with such a confused look on his face each time. It was almost comical, the look on his face, for he clearly didn't understand the woman's need to get so close to him.
Her gorgeous, clueless soul mate, his reaction really spoke volumes of his feelings for Jezebel, since to him other women just didn't exist.
"I know what you're looking for," the witch whispered in Morgead's ear, sliding her hand along the arm of his leather jacket.
He frowned, his eyes following the hand, but at the same time, jerking away from her undoubtedly too close lips. Puzzling over her behavior, he turned questioning eyes to Jez.
Jez was torn between finding it adorable that he was so utterly daft and wanting to gouge her eyeballs out. The more the witch touched him the more she found she wanted to stake her claim on him. The witch was like a female cat in heat, rubbing and sliding over every piece of him.
"You know what, before we get into this, I need to speak with Morgead," Jez informed her.
The brown haired woman sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. "You can talk here."
Jez shifted from foot to foot, and then childishly placed her hand against her pubic bone, imitating a two year old having to pee. "I really have to go. So I figured two birds, one stone."
"Fine, be quick," the woman demanded pointing up her curling stairs. "Up the stairs and it's the last door on the right."
Jez smirked, tugging on Morgead's arm. They'd be quick, but loud.