In Which Ash Demonstrates That The Ever After Is Not Your Typical University When It Comes To Master-Student Relations, and Evie Does Something Really Disgustingly Cute That Makes Ash Want To Vomit. UGH.

The next few hours passed in a flash, as he quickly established his claim on Evie through all the appropriate channels, wandered around being conspicuous at the mall so that the rumors would begin to fly quickly, haggled for a classroom (no way he'd let her into his private sanctuaries just yet), and had a delightful encounter with Al. Al wasn't all that thrilled to find that Ash had figured out what he was up to, but Ash decided he'd meet with his rival later and perhaps establish a basis for an alliance. Two of them would stand more of a chance against Newt's machinations than one.

Evie was exhausted by the time they'd finished, having been awake for well over twenty four hours by then. She had no way of gauging time here, would have no idea that it was well past sunset Down Under. Still, he could always claim that they were starting her three days ahead of schedule if she started bitching. It wasn't like she had much choice in the matter, not knowing how to jump the lines herself.

After Al went slinking back to his lair, he turned to see Evie tapping her foot impatiently. "All right, out with it, Ash. What is it about Rachel and I that is so fucking peculiar that we qualify as students?"

Ash was positively giddy with his own cleverness in snaring her, at figuring out her secret and Al's, at how smoothly everything had gone today. He was especially pleased at how well Evie had behaved herself, though she owed him for her cheekiness in Dali's office. He smiled, having planned his revenge for hours.

He sauntered over with a finger to his lips playfully, then looked around theatrically as if making sure nobody could overhear them. Then he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Because like Rachel Mariana Morgan, you, my new student, can invoke demon magic."

As she stared at him in bewildered astonishment, he decided he'd waited long enough. He kissed her as she stood frozen with surprise, then sent a powerful wave of magic to activate his mark. She gasped and went limp in his arms as he caught her, eyes closed with bliss.

"You want this," he murmured in her ear, as she shook and panted with pleasure. "Despite everything, you still want this, and you hate it. You hate me, but you crave my touch. It infuriates you."

She couldn't speak against the waves of sensation coursing through her, but she made a small sound of surrender. She responded passionately when he kissed her again, locking her arm around his neck tightly and pressing herself against him. A little surprised, he kept up the magic, even amplifying the intensity. She shuddered deeply against him. Ash jerked when her hand slipped down to caress his erection through his robes, surprised beyond belief at her willingness to forgive...or at least, put temporarily on hold...his earlier transgression. He groaned his approval, this time letting her hand slip and twine about him, exploring through the soft fabric.

She continued to kiss him hungrily even as he eased up on the the magic activating the mark, for he was finding himself too distracted to do it properly. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally zap her and have her interpret it as another attack. Instead he walked them backwards, until he had her against the rough stone wall, trapped. She barely seemed to notice, her face flushed and eyes closed, head tossed back as his lips burned trails of fire down her neck, her hand never ceasing in its deliberate strokes. The feeling was delicious, and was driving him absolutely wild with lust.

At last he ripped open her robes, once again tearing the expensive fabric in his haste. Once she was bared to him, he dropped to his knees and sent his tongue exploring her inner thighs, her labia, her clitoris. He gripped her hips as she cried out with surprise and pleasure, her legs trembling and threatening to buckle as he increased the pace of his ministrations.

She smelled incredible, wild, sweet, with the scent of his essence still marking her as his from deep within. She tasted all the more sweet to him for her willingness, for her desire and passion. He grunted with pleasure as she moaned and gasped, her fingers once again in his hair, holding him, encouraging him. He sensed her climax coming and added just a bare hint of leyline power to his movements, and she screamed wildly in response. Her knees gave way as she came, hard, and he held her in place until her shudders ceased.

Before she could recover he was inside her, having lifted her enough to impale her. She was tense and tight now, and she screamed again as he plunged himself ever deeper into her willing warmth. He pressed her hard against the cold stones, ravaging her body as she clung to his shoulders with tense fingers and cried out his name, again and again. He knew it would take him no time at all to finish, and at the moment of his orgasm he activated her mark again so she could join him in ecstasy.

Locked within her again, he slid smoothly to his knees, bringing her with him. Sitting, he kept her straddling him, kissing her again as she tried to catch her breath and her bearings. It had been quite an effective trick to play, Ash considered, as his witch trembled on his lap. He drew his nails down her back, but with light pressure, not scratching, and she arched against him again involuntarily. Oh, yes, she'd be quite pissed at him for that. He could hardly wait.

She caught her breath and moaned softly as he nibbled on her neck again, still lost in her sensory overload. Ash watched her face with amused wonder. His witch. He would find a way to keep her all to himself, and if he were very, very clever, she would think it was her own idea.

Evie hid her face in his neck, and he could tell that she was exhausted, on the verge of collapsing. She'd had a fairly surreal day, all things considered, and he was pleased at how well she'd held up. "Ash," she murmured. "I need to sleep. I can't face reality just yet. Can I sleep on your couch?"

Ash smiled and stroked her hair. "I think we can do better than that, student," he replied quietly. He was inclined to be generous, especially if she were actually asking to stay longer.

He felt her relaxing further, and realized she really was nearly asleep. "Don't...don't call me that," she complained.

"You may hate me, but you are my student now," he replied. She needed to get used to the idea.

"I'm not calling you 'master,'" she insisted sleepily, and he snorted. He didn't give a damn what she called him, but insisting on proper protocol for the purpose of legitimizing this whole charade might be fun.

"Perhaps, 'professor?'" he suggested with a grin, knowing that calling him Professor Ash would chafe her hide even worse than the traditional honorific. He resolved that he'd make her do it, just to annoy her.

She groaned and didn't reply. She moved as if to try to un-impale herself, but he held her fast. He felt her yawn hugely.

"Ash?" she said faintly. "I don't hate you. I should," and she yawned again, "but..." And she was out, fast asleep with him still stuck fast.

Aw. How disgustingly sweet. He couldn't help laughing a little at the ridiculous situation, wishing he had a way to take a snapshot of it to taunt her with later. He nearly called Angel back in to do so, then realized that such a photo would be even worse blackmail material on him. He snickered again. Instead he simply jumped them both to his bed, forgetting for the moment that he'd resolved to keep her out of his private rooms.