Vice and Morrigan: Fever
It was rare for Morrigan to have some time to herself. More often than not, she was telling someone's fortune, brewing a potion, or exorcising some spirit or a demon out of somebody's mind. It was even rarer for Morrigan to share her time with someone for something other than business, making her date with Vice all the more special.
Vice, ever the romantic gentleman, had packed a picnic lunch and found a beautiful secluded spot under a tree, on a cliff. He had remembered and packed all of Morrigan's favorite things: prime steaks, mejoberry tarts, tintoberry wine, chocolate dipped azulberries, and a bottle of Absinthe*.
The both of them relaxed, ate, and talked. Morrigan was extremely interested in Vice's time traveling methods and she thoroughly enjoyed his recounted adventures. He was likewise interested in her home life and how she had learned magic, the both of them laughing when Morrigan told some of the mishaps that had happened with her spells because of some minor pronunciation mistakes.
With their meals finished, Vice and Morrigan sat together and enjoyed each other's company. Vice sat leaned against the tree and Morrigan leaned against him, her head on his shoulder and one of her hands clasped in his. In her other hand was a glass of Absinthe, not really feeling like wine. But, after a glass and a few more swallows, Morrigan started to feel a little tipsy and even a little…amorous.
With a not-so-subtle glance, she walked her hand up Vice's torso, chest, and caressed his jaw before planting a kiss on his lips. Vice's cheeks went a little red, but he returned it.
Morrigan smiled against his lips and straddled his legs. The action causing Vice's face to go completely red and his eyes to widen as he broke the kiss, "Umm, Miss Morrigan, what are you…I mean…not that I don't…ahhhh…oh my." He stuttered.
Morrigan smiled even wider, her eyes flashing mischievously. "Something the matter, Vice?" She asked in voice like silk. "Not catching a….fever… are you?"
"That…among other things." He muttered under his breath.
Morrigan laughed and kissed him, but he broke it again.
"Morrigan…are you sure this is-"
"Of course I'm sure, dear."
Vice smiled, "In that case…."
Morrigan gasped in surprise as Vice pushed her onto her back so that he lay over her, his gentlemanly demeanor gone and his eyes filled with deliciously roguish desire.
"I do believe I have a spell on me, Morrigan."
"Mmm, let's find a way to break it." Morrigan purred.
Vice smiled even wider, "I think I know just the way."
