Hello could not help to notice that last two chapters the word wall was mentioned an unhealthy amount of times. This chapter it is the floor. Just what is it with me and words that keep reappearing like that. well i hope you can forgive me.

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I materialized in my kitchen, and sadly noticed - way too late - that itchy witch still was clinging to my wrist. To my regret, she still hadn't figured out how to properly ride a line. And she's supposed to be a demon. Don't make me laugh.

With an irritated sigh, I tried to pull Rachel, who materialized in a moment, on her feet. Of course she managed to struggle so much that she succeeded to sweeping me off my feet with the force of her stunning fall. I was far too perplexed to vanish into thin air in time, so I fell on my cold kitchen floor with her buried her under me.

I spat out some of her red hair."Ouch," the witch above me complained. I asked myself why she felt the right o cry out in pain, when I was the one lying beneath her. After I managed to shift her weight into a position where she did not cut off my breathing anymore, I noticed how salacious our position was. Immediately I relaxed and crossed my arms behind my head. I grinned, pleased, while the witch struggled to put back some order in her hairy chaos.

When she had more or less regained control over her sight again, she looked at me, puzzled. "What the hell was that?" she asked reproachfully. "I don't know Rachel," I smirked, "but if you need it so bad that you have to lounge at me, you should have just should have said so."

She somehow looked confused and I gave her memories a jog by tilting my head towards our hips. They did not quite connect at the most innocent places. Rachel followed my nod and turned deep red on the spot. However she did not try to get off of me. Naughty girl.

As much as I appreciated causing Rachel's discomfort and having her sitting on top of me, she got pretty heavy with time. While Rachel was still thinking about what to do or say next, I gladly took that choice from her. "Rachel, you weigh at least a ton," I grumbled, while simply standing up and letting her thump to the floor. "Hey!" she complained, while struggling to get up again.

"Would you rather have remained in that posture a little longer?" I teased, while pulling a book out of my huge book case with my back turned to her."Because I was under the impression that it was about time for a change of position." I could hear her dusting off her pants and remembered to tell Pierce to clean through here again. Ceri had taken her house-keeping responsibilities far more seriously.

I sighed and heard Rachel murmuring "Bite me" "That was exactly what I was planning to do," I replied, and turned around with a jerk. I threw the book I had picked right at her. She noticed it flying towards her a second too late, but tried to catch it anyway. It hit Rachel's stomach and fell to the floor. She stared at me angrily but I just ignored her and began making tea. "Pick it up," I urged, lordly. Rachel bent down to pick the thick tome up and I caught a short glimpse of her ass. She really had an extraordinarily firm one.

"You did that on purpose," she accused me, and smacked the book onto the kitchen counter. "You don't say" I poured the hot water into two cups and put a tea bag in both of them. I pulled one over to Rachel. "Don't put it away," I pointed at the book, "you are going to need it." "What for?" Stunned, she touched the cover.

Is she really that stupid or is she just playing this idiocy? "Well maybe to…read it", I rolled my eyes. I had the dumbest student in the whole world.

"The whole thing?" her fingers jerked away from the cover as if she feared that it could bite her all of a sudden. "Of course." I pulled a spoon of sugar into my tea and then mentally prepared for her nagging tirade. What had happened to my relaxed afternoon?

"But that's…" Rachel threw an estimating look at the book "at least a thousand pages."

"Oh, really?" I eyed the tome with hypocritical astonishment. Then I took it and bumped it against Rachel's chest. "In that case you'd better get started"

"What's it about, anyways? And what the hell happened to him?" Rachel pointed over her shoulder to a bundle of clothes and flesh that was lying on the floor. Oh, I had entirely forgotten about Pierce. No wonder it had been that quiet all the time. "He deserved it. He should be back on his feet in a couple of hours."

Yet another nuisance. The thought gave me a headache. Rachel looked worried, and pressed her lips together to a thin line. Then she figured that there was nothing she could do for him. "So what can I learn from this monster that calls itself a book?"

"Best case scenario, how to jump through a line without landing on one's butt." - Rachel's eyes widened at the fact that I was willing to teach her how to ride a line all alone. With a lot more enthusiasm than before, she was skipping through the pages - "worst case, you learn how long it can take to read such a thick book and how unbelievably quiet one has to be while reading it."

"I get it. You want me to shut up. Understood." Without looking up from her reading, she stepped over the unconscious pierce and made herself comfortable on my old armchair. I drank my last sip of tea and made my way to my bedroom.

"I'm going to take a nap. If you need something, don't wake me up."

"Yeah, yeah," she replied absentmindedly. She was gone. Lost in the book, her eyes glistening hungry to decode the ley line's secretes. "Just try to not get killed." With those words I disappeared through the door, so happy to finally take off the clothes I just got rid of them on the very spot I stood on and left them there. Quickly I climbed under my blankets and shut my eyes.

"Hey!" I suddenly heard Rachel scream in the living room. I chuckled quietly and mischievously. Obviously she just had remembered that tomorrow she would not even remember the book itself, let alone its content. Good night itchy witch. Rachel's muffled complaints lulled me into sleep.