"Tremaine and Caleb take the first shift and I will cover the rest of the night," Pritkin explained when we were back in. Caleb agreed and Tremaine had obeyed so fast, that he had already reached the corner, hand on his potion belt and a concentrated look on his face.
His strict obedience never failed to surprise.
Then both of them were out of sight.
A second later I felt the familiar plopp of the closing silence bubble around us.
Pritkin pulled off his wet coat and sat down beside me. He wore a dark green hoodie and his usual arsenal of potion belts and other mostly lethal weapons.
„I know that you have questions, Cassie. And I promise you to answer them as best as I can. But not tonight. I will give you the answers to your questions tomorrow but I have to check on something first. For the next few hours please promise me to take a rest and get some sleep. You'll need your strength tomorrow."
I sighed. He had a point.
"If I do that, you'll answer all my questions tomorrow?"
Pritkin came closer and besides the silence spell his voice was not much more than a whisper.
„Let me put it otherwise. If you do not promise me, I swear I will make you regret it."
To be honest I had even planned to get some rest and try to sleep because I felt like I rolled through a field of glass shards. But I couldn't give in just like that. It was a habit.
"Okay, but if I do, I'll get answers and you'll buy me one really big jelly donut on a weekly basis as soon as we're back on earth... And I mean the real thing, no wholemeal or some other healthy ingredients. Deal?"
Pritkin looked like he was thinking it through.
"Come on, you'll run it off me anyway".
"Agreed. But I guess I know something better than running it off you." That evil and boyish smile was back in place.
I swallowed again, hard.
"What if Caleb or Tremaine comes back?"
"They won't." Pritkin sounded sure.
"You can't know that."
"Believe me, I made pretty clear what would happen if Tremaine abandons his watch to come back in."
"And Caleb?"
"Caleb probably wouldn't even come in if his life depended on it."
"But what-"
"Stop it," he laid a finger on my lips, "you won't escape me this time."
He finally closed the distance between us to kiss me.
And just like that all the questions in my mind vanished to make room for other impressions. The sensation of his lips on mine. The soft touch of his warm hand on my neck. His unique masculine scent of gunpowder and spent magic. The kiss was gentle at first but grew into something more demanding, more desperate, hungry. I could feel him gently pushing me down to the ground with his weight and I let him.
Somewhere in my mind I knew that there were so many reasons why this could be a very bad idea, but right now I just didn't care. I wanted to feel him close to me, to feel his hands on my body, to breathe in his scent.
Pritkin took his time exploring me with his tongue and I enjoyed every single touch. I ran my hands through his hair which was still wet from the rain and surprisingly soft. Until now I hadn't realized how much I had been craving this. And now my body was craving more. Him.
Pritkin pulled back a little and watched me. The way he was holding himself above me brought out the rocklike muscles in his arms and the reflection of the fire in his eyes made them shine with emerald green sparks. He looked torn for a moment and seemed to evaluate the risk we were taking. Considering what followed, his conclusion was pretty clear.
"There's so much hunger in your eyes...Let me take care of that."
Thereby he unconsciously licked his lips and I followed the movement - first with my eyes and then with my finger on his lips. His eyes widened a little before he bent down again and found a spot just above my collarbone. Starting there he was licking and kissing his way up along my throat to my neck.
It had only taken him a few minutes and he hadn't even moved except of what he did with his lips and I lay there trembling and making those little noises which alarmingly sounded like sobs.
He started to lick and kiss his way back down from my neck to my collarbone and pushed my shirt up with his hand. With my bra still in place he barely touched my breasts at first and then he took them in both of his hands while he continued to kiss his way down my belly. When he reached the top of my jeans he paused to watch me again.
Then his lips were back on mine and I could feel him hard against my hips. I put my hands around his back and slowly let them wander beneath the waistband of his jeans to reach the small dimples just above is ass.
Pritkin made a low growling sound deep in his throat and with that he unleashed parts of his power. He slowly breathed it into me and it felt amazing. It felt refreshing like a cool breeze on a hot Vegas summer's day or like a bottle of water if you wandered through the desert. Simultaneously it was like a warm embrace and I welcomed it and let it wash through my body, drowning me in sweet sensation.
When his hand finally reached beneath my unbuttoned jeans and under my slip to cover me I just couldn't take it anymore. He rolled my sweetest spot expertly between his fingers and it was suddenly too much. I dug my nails in his broad shoulders, my back aching up and I came screaming in pleasure and relief at the same time.
Pritkin just stayed like that for a moment, watching me and holding me, while I felt how the afterglow made my bones go wobbly. I wasn't really up to something else except lying there for a few more minutes. He grinned jauntily and kissed me slowly before he pushed himself up to grab one of the sleeping bags. Pritkin lay down behind me with his back to the stonewall so he could see the cave's entrance and didn't block the warmth of the fire. Then he wrapped the sleepingback around us like a blanket. It felt pretty comfortable with the warmth of his body from behind and the fire in front of me. I listened to his steady heartbeat, just enjoying his presence for the moment and the feeling of security I always had in his arms.
"You promised me to get some sleep" he told me quietly after a while. I heard him, but was too tired to answer because I already dozed lightly. Maybe he thought that I had fallen asleep, because he gently stroked over my messy curls.
"Sleep well Cassie," he whispered, "I love you".