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Chapter Four

The panic was beginning to set in as Finn held Rachel in his arms on the floor, cradling her body gently in his naked embrace while her chest rose and fell with her steady breathing. He should have felt awkward or vulnerable in their intimate position, but Finn was more scared than anything else as he thought about the events of the past few days. His little possession problem was spiraling out of control and now Rachel was suffering alongside him as well. With her unconscious for the time being it was up to Finn to figure out what was wrong with them, and on the cold tiled floor he formulated a plan.

Gently placing her on the ground, Finn grabbed his clothes and threw them on quickly before running to the front room of the shop and grabbing her keys off the counter. He locked up her shop as best as he could before picking out a few of Rachel's books and placing them in a plastic bag. Then he returned to the back room and lifted Rachel off the floor and into his arms, balancing the weight of both the books and the unconscious girl and carrying them out the store's back door into Rachel's apartment building. It was hard tackling the stairs with so much weight in his arms but he managed it, feeling infinitely stronger after Rachel's intense purification. When he finally got to the apartment he dropped the books on the thresh-hold, used Rachel's key to get them inside, and brought her straight to her bedroom, gently placing her down on the sheets. He was sweating from the effort when he was finally finished, but it was worth the strenuous task to know that she was safe in bed.

Because now, he had a job to do.

Turning on the lights in her living room, Finn retrieved the books from the hall and plopped himself down on the couch, readying himself for his task. He'd never been that great of a student, and studying was never really his thing, but with Rachel unconscious it was up to him to do the bulk of the research, and he knew he needed to focus. Something was definitely wrong with his magical therapist; he could remember the way her body had slumped against him earlier, as if she didn't even have the strength to hold herself up. It just wasn't natural, and he knew he had to be the cause of it somehow. His heart panged in his chest when he thought about the kiss they had shared moments before, and the powerful energy that had surged within him during the ritual. Was the kiss somehow part of her spell, or had it been her true intention to share that with him? He couldn't be sure, but their shared, passionate kiss only reinforced his growing affections for her, and he needed to know more.

He studied all through the night, fighting against the need for sleep and going through book after book with nothing but small, momentary breaks to check up on Rachel. She was as still as a rock in her bed, all throughout the night, and despite her insistence that she levitated above her bed every morning, to Finn it didn't seem like she'd moved an inch. He could only hope she was getting the rest she needed, and continued reading as the sun slowly peeked over the horizon. Her living room was bathed in the soft glow of morning when Finn came across a passage that caught his attention for the first time all night.

"The Tether," he read the title of the passage out loud, his brow tightening in concentration as he read over the ancient text.

"A tether is a magical connection formed between two people in order to provide protection from dark forces in dangerous situations. Magic is shared between the two individuals, even over great distances, and in most cases this bond can inadvertently weaken one while strengthening the other. A non-magical human may also adopt certain magical traits through the tether, like levitation or premonitions. All magics lost must be replenished quickly in order to maintain the tether and keep the protection spells in place."

He read the passage five times, wondering if he'd found the explanation to Rachel's loss of power. Had she, accidentally or otherwise, created a magical tether between them? Was he truly in fact leeching off of her powers and draining them dry for his own protection against the demon? It would explain how weak she'd been feeling, along with his little levitation problem.

It sounded pretty close to what was happening to them, but he needed to talk to Rachel to be completely sure. The sun was now way over the horizon, and even though Finn didn't want to bother her, Rachel needed to know what was happening to them. He poked her head inside her room once more, but this time a different sight greeted his eyes.

She was floating about four feet above the mattress, the skirt that he had haphazardly thrown on her last night bellowing around her in an invisible breeze. Her hair fanned out like a halo, and her face was peaceful as he approached the bed. Staring in awe, he dragged his hands through the air, both over and under her body, just to prove to himself that there was nothing actually holding her up. An idea popped into his head and he grinned while placing his arms underneath her, leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"Rachel," he called, smiling when her face pinched in adorable confusion. "Rachel, wake up," he insisted, a bit louder this time. Her eyelashes began to flutter as a soft moan escaped her lips, and when she finally opened her eyes and stared into his at face-level, she let out a shocked scream before she dropped out of the air like a rock and landed right into Finn's arms.

"Oof!" She said as he caught her, balancing their weight to keep them both steady. A hearty chuckle escaped his lips as she clutched onto his shirt tightly. Her eyes were still bleary and confused from sleep, and she yawned deeply while he lowered her back down onto the mattress, sitting down on the side of her bed. "Finn?" She asked, her voice still thick with sleep. "What happened?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you up so early," he apologized, noticing the dark circles that were still prevalent under her eyes, even after a full night's sleep. "But I think I found some information that might help us."

"You caught me," her voice was still low as she sunk into the pillows, and she looked pale against the soft pink sheets.

"What?"

"When I was falling," she explained, punctuating her statement with another wide yawn. "You caught me. No one's ever done that before." Her eyes were unfocused and she could barely lift her head from the pillow. She said last night that sleep was supposed to rejuvenate her, but after a full night of uninterrupted rest she looked worse than ever. His anxiety increased tenfold as she curled in on herself and closed her eyes once more.

"Rachel, you don't look very well," he commented while another yawn escaped her.

"I feel awful," she cried miserably. "And I have no idea what's going on. I just want to go back to sleep."

"No, Rachel, that's why I woke you up," he said, shaking her to keep her awake when her lashes started to flutter shut again. "I think I found something important." He ran into the living room and grabbed the book, bringing it back to her and reading the passage out loud. Rachel slowly pulled herself up into a sitting position, her face pinching from the effort it took to lift herself up.

"That has to be it," she said weakly. "I was so worried about you that I probably created the tether unwillingly. That's what's been draining my powers. That's why you've been floating in your sleep."

"It says your powers need to be replenished," he repeated while her face immediately burned crimson. "What does that mean?" Her eyes went wide and for a moment, she didn't look like she was going to answer him. She didn't elaborate further, so he pushed the issue and repeated his question. "What does that mean, Rachel? What aren't you telling me?"

"It's kind of personal," she croaked, her voice fading fast, along with her strength. "It's not something I like to share with people."

Finn was flabbergasted at her stubbornness. "Rachel, you look like you're about to keel over any second! If you drain all your powers then there's nothing stopping the demon from taking control of the both of us. I've seen you naked, I've touched your naked skin. I think we can move past being uncomfortable and awkward around one another." She fidgeted on the bed, wrapping her arms around herself and looking down at her clothes. Or lack thereof.

"Why am I wearing my skirt as a dress?" She asked, avoiding his argument.

"Because you passed out last night, Rachel, as soon as the ritual was over. Your magic was so drained you couldn't even stay conscious anymore. We can't let that happen again. Tell me what you know."

For another tense minute, Finn still wasn't sure if Rachel was going to share her secret with him. He was about to give up altogether when she slowly nodded her head and started to explain.

"Normally, sleep is the natural revitalizer of my powers," she explained slowly. "But since the tether was formed, I can only assume that my powers are being drained in my sleep, so I can no longer rely on that to do the job."

"But there are other ways, right?"

Again, she nodded, looking hesitant. "Yes, but it's hard to explain."

"Just try," he urged in soft tones and she finally conceded.

"My magic is controlled by my emotions, Finn. I exude power because my emotions are strong enough to project them. That's why I'm naturally more powerful when I'm really angry or upset or happy."

"Okay," he said, still not understanding fully.

"But when emotions are created inside of me without an outlet, that's the real fuel for my magic." He still didn't get it, and shrugged his shoulders while she groaned.

"The kiss, Finn. From last night. Do you remember when I told you to kiss me?" He nodded, the memory coming back to him in a rush of emotion. "Things like kisses, hugs, actions that create emotion; that serves as a quick boost to my powers, like what happened last night."

"So wait," he interrupted while a shaky feeling twisted his gut. "You kissed me because you wanted a quick power boost?"

"Well, kind of," she admitted, and he had to squash the feeling of disappointment that burned through his veins. "But I have to admit that it was a powerful kiss. It created enough energy in me to complete the entire purification."

"Yeah, and then you passed out minutes later, completely exhausted," he added bitterly. "So if a kiss can serve as a magical jolt, what exactly fills the gas tank?"

Biting her lip, she took a deep breath and tried to explain. "Well, let's say, theoretically, that we kiss again and nothing stops us from going further into the more physical aspects of romance. If those feelings start to increase and become more intense and focused. . ." Rachel trailed off, waving her hands around instead of elaborating, and Finn still had no clue as to what she was talking about.

"Well, what happens? I still don't get it."

"Orgasms!" She squeaked, her face beat red from the embarrassment of saying it out loud. "Sexual energy, Finn! That's what fuels my power." She looked completely humiliated while his heart started pounding from the news. "It's the only thing that works." He took a moment to really think about what his magical companion was telling him and stared at her in awe. Did Rachel really have sex-powered magic?

So. Damn. Cool.

"So what are you going to do?" He asked, his mind racing almost as fast as his heartbeat. An idea popped into his head then, an idea that was so thrilling he couldn't stop thinking about it as he leaned closer to her on the bed. Her eyes went wide as he climbed onto her mattress, kicking off his shoes and crawling towards her.

"U-uh," she stuttered, her face still red as he closed in on her. "I don't know. Probably take care of it myself."

"Manually?" He questioned salaciously, his body warming up at the thought of Rachel touching herself; bringing herself pleasure to refuel her power.

"Well, that's how I usually take care of it," she admitted with a bit of annoyance, almost sinking into her mattress from the humiliation she felt. Finn nodded his head, making up his mind about something as he leaned over her weakened body.

"Not anymore," he said, his voice gritty and low as he stared down at her. He had the sudden, overwhelming desire to kiss her again, but not just to give her a quick power boost.

"What do you mean?" she asked shyly.

"I think I know how I'm going to pay you back for all your magical therapy," he said finally, her eyebrows shooting up towards her forehead from the insinuation. She stared up at him, too weak to move, but there was an unmistakable lust in her eyes that seemed to make them glow.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," she whispered.

"It's perfect," he insisted. "You're losing your magic because of me. Even in your sleep you're still trying to protect me. Do you know how much that means to me? Do you have any idea?" She shook her head no, and Finn smiled at her. "I want to do this for you, Rachel. I want to give you back the energy that you're using on me. It's the least I can do." He crawled forward until he was hovering over her, their bodies almost touching as he balanced his weight on his hands and knees. "I don't know what's happening to me, Rachel, but I do know that we're in this together now. We're tethered. I need to help you, just like you need to help me."

He didn't wait for her to answer before he kissed her softly, slowly, dipping his head until their lips met and melded their mouths together. While last night's kiss had been rushed and surging with power this one was more subdued, more sensual, and filled him with a passion that Finn had never experienced before. Rachel practically bloomed under his kiss, like a flower thirsting for rain during a downpour, soaking in the energy he created in her and refueling herself. A strong feeling of pride settled into his bones, knowing that he was the one rejuvenating her with his actions while she protected him in return.

When he leaned away from her, giving them both space and air to breathe, the effect of his kiss was almost instantaneous. Rachel's skin had lost some of it's pallor, and the dark circles rimming her eyes seemed to lighten, but she was still weak and he needed to do more for her. There was only one way to make sure that she was strong enough, and to be honest, it was a fantasy that Finn was hoping would come true.

"Will you let me touch you, Rachel?" His voice was thick, and husky with need as she gazed up at him in a trance.

"You don't have to do this, Finn."

"I know," he said gently. "But I want to."

"No one has ever given me so much power through a simple kiss before," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "That has to mean something, right?"

"I think so," he said solemnly, pressing his lips to hers once more and noticing the soft glow of her skin. "But I want to know what happens when I do this." He ducked his head and attached his lips to the crook of her neck, kissing the skin of her chest all the way down to the swell of her covered breasts. She sucked in a sharp gust of air, breathing heavily while her eyes fluttered shut once more, and Finn knew that he had just entered the best deal of his life as he held her soft skin in his hands and heard her pleasure-filled sighs pierce the air.

Rachel's mind was fogged with nothing but feeling as Finn continued his assault on her body. She still felt like she was living in a dream, and couldn't believe that she was really feeling Finn's hands on her naked skin. It sent electricity coursing through her, increasing her strength with every press of his lips on her skin. A rush of power surged within her when he pulled down her makeshift dress and exposed her breasts to the chill of the morning. Her nipples perked instantly, and Finn's eyes were glued to her chest as he stared down at her.

"Beautiful," he murmured before attaching his lips to her nipple, fondling her breast and sucking on it softly. A tidal wave of power surged through her, energizing her, rejuvenating her powers in a way she had never felt before. It was almost overwhelming, the feelings he elicited in her. Never before had Rachel experienced anything so intense, but she didn't fight it; instead she allowed it to take her places she had never been to before. The magic coursed through her now in waves of strength, and Rachel was finally able to reciprocate as she pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around him, holding him closer.

"Rachel?" He asked, lifting his head from her chest and looking at her with hooded eyes. For a moment she just stared at him, allowing herself to fall into his affectionate gaze as her heart swelled with emotion. Just days ago Finn had been just another doubtful stranger, but now he was so much more than that. Their relationship was evolving at a rapid pace and while Rachel should have been hesitant, her instincts were telling her that this felt right.

And her body was telling her that she wanted more.

"Finn," she breathed, pulling his face towards hers and capturing his lips in another kiss. His body was so close to hers, hovering above by mere inches, and she wanted to feel more. She wanted to feel him everywhere. "I want you."

A simple groan was his answer as he leaned away from her and pulled off her skirt/dress completely, exposing her body to him while he quickly shucked his shirt and pants. Despite the fact that she had seen his naked body before, she still sucked in a sharp breath when her gaze fixed onto his abs and the generous erection that made her pulse race. "I want you, too."

His simple statement made her pause as he balanced his weight above her, and she couldn't hide the wince on her face as he stopped his movements. "What is it?"

"It's nothing, really."

"No," he insisted. "Tell me." He started to stroke the side of her face with his fingertips and for a moment she allowed herself to be extremely vulnerable in front of him.

"Its just that," she trailed off, feeling the ancient pain enter her heart. "This is the point in my past relationships when men started accusing me of slipping them love potions and I can't. . ." she sighed, the heartbreak hitting her in a flood of emotion. "I don't want to go through that with you," the words passed through her lips before she could stop them. "I like you too much."

He stared down at her, his eyes filled with something akin to pain. "I know we didn't get off to the best start, but you know I don't feel that way anymore. I would never accuse you of something like that, Rachel. Not after what we've been through." She nodded her head, but didn't truly believe him as her eyes wandered from his face. "Hey," he said, cupping her chin and pulling her gaze back onto him. "I like you, too. I'm doing this because it will help you, but also because I want to." He placed a deep sensual kiss on her willing lips and she melted underneath him. "I really, really want to."

"Alright," she said, breaking apart from the kiss and staring up into his eyes, seeing the affection there. She shifted her hips, opening her legs and allowing them to settle in the junction between her thighs. She could feel his blazing velvet skin brush against her and felt a trickle of moisture between her legs as he shifted his hips and buried himself in her, groaning as their bodies became one. The bliss that washed over her was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she instantly craved more as she bucked her hips and allowed him to sink into her completely. She opened her eyes and his face was already pinched with pleasure as he slowly pulled out, and when he slammed back into her, making stars flash behind her eyes, she knew that their passionate dance had begun.

With every push and pull of his hips Finn brought her a pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt. For the first time their connection felt tangible, like she could feel the tether connecting their bodies and making them become one. Her magic flowed through her in powerful bursts of energy that were so strong they manifested themselves in a giant gust of air that started to blow throughout the room, despite the fact that none of the windows were open. Her hair started to fly around them in a dark curtain while he continuously pumped into her, making her body vibrate with power as he built her towards completion. The energies inside of her were colliding, increasing in strength and fueling the magic that had depleted so dangerously as the feelings overwhelmed her. The passion inside of her combined with the swirling magic was too much for her to take, and it exploded inside of her in a rush of sensation as her body plummeted into the depths of bliss in Finn's arms.

She cried out, her body seizing in pleasure as Finn picked up the speed and finally joined her in orgasm. Flashing colors burst in her vision as she held onto the emotions inside of her, and her heart felt very full as her lover crashed next to her, gently pulling out and holding her close while their labored breathing filled the room. The heavy gusts of wind died down into a light breeze that played with her errant hair and cooled off their sweaty bodies. Finn nestled himself next to her, pulling her close, wrapping his body around hers like a cocoon, and leaving her with a feeing of contentment that was so peaceful she never wanted it to end.

But the power was crackling through her body like electricity, and despite the fatigue she had experienced over the past few days, she was now ready to attack their little possession problem with vigor. There were some spells and potions she wanted to work on but didn't have the energy to test over the past two days. She turned to her lover, getting a small thrill at the fact that she could now refer to him as her lover, and saw the exhaustion weighing down his features. Had he even slept at all throughout the night? He seemed just as drained as she'd been.

"Finn?" She called to him, noticing the effort it took to open his eyes. "Did you sleep at all last night?"

"No," he shook his head. "I had to find out what was happening to you." Her heart warmed at the thought of Finn studying all night because of her, and softly kissed his brow as a gesture of gratitude.

"Well try and get some rest now, okay? You need it."

"I can't," he protested softly, trying to get up despite his heavy fatigue. "There's too much that we still need to do."

"Shhh," she placed a hand on his chest and focused all of her energy on Finn, using her powers to lull him into a light trance. "Go to sleep, Finn." His eyelids were drooping and his body started to fall back towards the pillows, but he realized what she was doing and tried to fight against it.

"No," he said drowsily. "Rachel, don't. . ."

"It's alright," she cooed softly, stroking his cheek while he lost the battle against her power. "Just rest, Finn." With a contented sigh, his eyes finally closed and he relaxed into her sheets, falling asleep instantly. For a moment, she watched as his features softened and evened out peacefully, losing herself in the details of his handsome face. She had been through her share of men over the years, but none of them brought her the kind of peaceful contentment that she had just found in Finn's arms. It pained her to realize that her feelings for him were spiraling out of control, but she couldn't deny what her heart was telling her.

Being with Finn felt right. Being with Finn felt real. More real than any other relationship she had ever been in, and now that she knew about their tether the urge to protect him was encompassing every other rational thought in her head. He'd been dedicated enough to do research through the night, so today it was her job to test out various spells to see if anything would work for him. Pushing away her feelings, she quietly dragged herself out of bed, kissing his brow once more before leaving him nestled in her sheets. After that, she hopped into the shower and bathed before catching up on all the chores that she'd been too weak to complete over the past two days.

When both she and her apartment were clean, she set out to complete her monumental task with vigor as she descended the stairs to her shop and picked up the various ingredients she was going to need. The box of red velvet cupcakes he'd bought for her were still on the counter-top, and she brought them upstairs despite the fact that they were a bit stale. They had been a gift after all, and she nibbled on them happily while she turned her kitchen into her own personal magic workshop.

The day passed her by in a fog of fumes as she worked on a protection potion that was meant to suppress the dark energy swirling around Finn's aura. Combined with his daily purification ritual, it was supposed to keep Finn's aura strong, and resistant against possession. It had a bitter, almost sour smell to it and was as thick and viscous as a milk shake, despite it's sickly green color. It was going to be hell forcing Finn to drink it, but she knew that it would help him in the long run. . . if the taste didn't kill him first. After that she checked her email and frowned at her screen when she realized that no one had responded to her plight. She quickly sent out another one, begging the magical community for help and advice of any kind about demon possessions and praying that someone would answer her. Sure, it was risky getting involved in other people's magical problems, but the least they could do was give her some advice so she didn't have to go through it all alone. However, it didn't look like many other witches were willing to help her, and she returned to her books to continue her research alone while Finn slept peacefully in the next room.

The sun was high in the afternoon sky when Rachel heard a loud crash and a guttural moan coming from her bedroom. Knowing that Finn was finally awake by the sound of her creaking mattress, she waited patiently before he emerged from the bedroom, looking groggy and sullen. She was curled into her sofa with one of her books on her lap and he plopped down next to her, a loud groan filling the air as his head fell back onto the cushions.

"How did you sleep?" She asked, peeking over her book to take in his adorable, disheveled appearance.

"Great," he said. "Like a log," a loud yawn escaped him and he sent a crooked smile at her. "Your mattress is nice and squishy. It helps with the crash landing." For the first time in her life she had someone to commiserate with in regards to her nightly levitation and she nodded her head with enthusiasm.

"Yes, I find that the softer mattress is much more beneficial. It gives me more support in my neck and lower back." He nodded in agreement and Rachel had to resist the sudden, overwhelming urge to lean over and kiss him until he was fully awake. Where had that come from? She had to continuously remind herself that their relationship was strictly work-related, even though it now involved sex, despite the yearning she felt in her heart for more. Ignoring her instinct, she tried to steer the subject away from her shifting feelings. "So are you hungry? I can make you something to eat."

"Yeah, sure," he said, sniffing the air lightly as his face pinched together. "What's that smell?"

"Oh, that's for you," she reached her arm out towards the kitchen counter and the glass with the potion in it zoomed right towards her outstretched hand while Finn looked on in amusement. She held it out for him to take and the amusement faded instantly. "I made this for you. You have to drink it." He took the clear glass out of her hands and stared at the putrid green fluid like it was about to swallow him instead.

"It looks. . . chunky," he said, sticking out his tongue like a child.

"Just drink it," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's going to keep your aura strong."

"What's in it?" he asked hesitantly.

"You don't want to know."

"Whatever you say, Rach," he said, and with a face that mirrored the disgust he felt he shut his eyes and knocked back the potion, drinking every drop while she served as a witness. When he was finished a violent cough was ripped from his throat and he bent over, almost dry heaving as his body seized from the effort.

"Finn?" She called while he continued to cough. "Are you alright?"

"Ugh!" He howled, holding himself around the waist like he might throw up at any moment. "That was terrible!"

"How do you feel?"

"Awful!" He cried. "Like my stomach is about to explode."

"Just breathe, okay? It'll pass." He started taking deep, cleansing breaths to calm himself down and settled back onto the couch, coughing liberally until his stomach settled.

"Rachel," he gasped when he finally had the breath to do so. "I know you're trying to help, but sometimes it feels like you're trying to kill me."

"I'm sorry," she was sincere, knowing deep down that he was right. Magic could be very intense sometimes, and Finn seemed to be getting the brunt of it all. "I have nothing but the best intentions."

"I know," he said evenly, his breathing back to normal. "And you're doing a great job. After you knocked me out I didn't dream at all, for the first time in ages."

"That's great," she agreed, but Finn was staring at her like he was trying to decipher a puzzle and she didn't like being scrutinized in such a way. "What's wrong?"

"What are we supposed to do about this tether?" He asked, making her heart pound for some unexplainable reason. "Is it, like, a permanent thing? Will it go away by itself?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "I think it's only temporary. As long as you're still possessed by the demon, we're still tethered together." She was afraid to ask, but the question just slipped past her lips. "Why do you want to know?"

He shrugged his shoulders, then reached over to take her hand in his. "Because part of me doesn't want it to end," he said, much to her amazement. "You're cool, Rachel, and being a part of your life has changed mine completely. I don't think I can just go back to the way things were before I met you."

"W-what are you saying?"

"That I care about you," he replied, looking into her eyes and speaking right to her soul. "That I'm not just here to pay you back for magical therapy and get my aura cleansed." She couldn't believe what she was hearing as he held her hand gently, the doubt filling her up with a bitter feeling. How many relationships had she been in that failed because the man couldn't handle her world? How many lies had she been forced to tell in order to keep her secret safe because she was too scared to be honest?

"You don't know what you're talking about, Finn," she shook his hand away, rejecting his sentiments as a self-preservation tactic. "Not many guys would willingly enter a romantic relationship with a full-blown witch."

"Well then I guess I'm not like other guys," he said, scooting closer to her. "I'm not going to hurt you, Rachel. You can trust me."

"I want to," she said, her voice thick with pain. "But my relationships have never lasted very long, Finn. Either I try to hide my secret from guys altogether or it eventually freaks them out so badly it chases them away." Her voice dropped in volume and she looked away from him. "And I don't want to chase you away."

"You wont," he insisted. "I already know about your secret, Rachel, and guess what? If it weren't for you I would probably be dead by now. To be honest, I like your powers, and even though I didn't believe in it at first, I know for a fact now that magic is real, and it's what brought us together." She shook her head, his sentiments too good to be real. "And I promise I won't let it scare me away."

"You say that now," her voice was hollow and dim. "But you won't mean it forever."

"You're wrong," he urged, taking her hand in his again. His palm was warm as she curled her fingers in his and she wanted to believe him so badly. "My ex-girlfriend left a whole in me so big that a demon was able to crawl inside and take over. Then you came along out of nowhere and filled it with pure, indescribable magic. I can't get you out of my head, Rachel." The tears were pooling in her eyes during his heartfelt confession, and she even read his aura quickly to witness the peace inside of his soul for herself. "And I don't want to. I don't want to let that feeling go, and I don't want this to be some business transaction. I want it to be real."

"Finn," she called to him, holding his hand tightly and closing the distance between them before placing her lips on his in a kiss that left her breathless. He pulled her towards him instantly, their bodies pressed together as a rush of sensation pulsed through her. His kisses were like pure jolts of energy, and this time there was no hesitation or awkwardness between them. This wasn't a part of their therapy or some kind of a deal they made with one another; these feelings were real, and he felt them just as strongly as she did. "I haven't had a boyfriend in so long," she whispered to herself when they broke apart from the kiss, her breath heaving in her chest as her heart pounded wildly.

"Well that changes now," he said, holding her close. "And if this demon thinks he can control me and my girlfriend like puppets, then we need to work harder than ever to send his ass right back to hell." The determination in his eyes were fierce when he looked at her once more. "Right, babe?"

"Right," she agreed, her affections solidifying in her heart for her new boyfriend as she pulled away from his embrace and leaped off the couch. "I better go make more batches of that potion then!" Rachel giggled to herself while Finn groaned from the couch and she immediately started throwing more ingredients together for a new batch. He let his head fall backwards with a sigh and sounded exasperated when he spoke once more.

"Is there a spell to make it taste good?" She didn't answer him, just giggled into her tiny cauldron and smiled at her boyfriend before losing herself in her task.

This was as normal as her life was going to get, but damn did it feel good.

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