Then he was over me and I forgot the world around us.

His lips met mine, I felt his calloused hand between my legs, his hardness pressed against my thigh. I dug my fingers into his skin, trying to pull him closer. When he didn't move, I pulled myself toward him instead, arching up my back, urging him to finally take me.

I gasped and cried out his name, when he gently slid two of his fingers into me. Within minutes I almost drowned in sensation, but despite the pleasure of it, I wanted more. I cupped his face with my hands and forced him to look at me.

"I love you, Pritkin and I want you," I whispered against his lips, "All of you." His lips found mine again and he made a sound deep in his throat, before he lined himself up between my legs. When he began to push himself into me, with a smooth but careful motion, I pushed my hips up to meet him, forcing a surprised moan from his lips.

God, it felt so good. The feeling of our bodies mingling together as close as possible was almost overwhelming. I felt the stream of power, rushing toward us, pouring over us, around us and into us in waves, wild like a thunderstorm and soothing like a warm summer rain all the same.

And then Pritkin began to move and wiped the last coherent thoughts off my brain. Heat and pleasure surged through my body and if the sounds that escaped Pritkin were anything to go by, he probably felt the same.

I scraped my nails over the soft skin of his back, buried my hands in his hair and kissed him while he rocked us. With his smooth and steady motion, the pleasure within me build with every thrust and it didn't take long until I was panting and moaning beneath him. I felt the gentle scrape of his beard against my skin, his breath hot and becoming more heavy.

Pritkin paused and I could have sworn a spark crossed his eyes, before he sat up, grabbed my foot and lay it on his shoulder. He carefully started to move again, the sensation of feeling him so deep forcing a moan from my throat.

"Is this good?" he asked, his voice low and a little uncertain.

Oh, it was good, so good, but still, it wasn't enough.

"More," was all I managed to say.

That was better. I saw it in his eyes, when he understood. Finally he was willing to give me what I needed, to let go of the caution and concerns. His head leaned back in pleasure, his moans echoing mine.

Seeing Pritkin like this, forgetting all rationality, his iron control gone, doubts vanished… it was glorious.

"Oh, don't stop….don't-" Pritkin drank my words with a kiss and that was it. The new angle combined with the all in all sensory overload forced my body to surrender in a mind shattering orgasm.
I still felt the waves of pleasure pulsing through my body, felt the tension in my muscles ease, felt myself clenching around him, when Pritkin came, his body shuddering and trembling with the sensation.

After a few more minutes and a few more gentle kisses he rolled off me with a sheepish grin. I hadn't even imagined him to have that particular look in his repertoire, but it seemed Pritkin never failed to surprise.

He seemed a little surprised though, when I turned and lay my head on his chest to cuddle. For a few more moments I just enjoyed being held like this, to hear his heartbeat and feel his warmth. My fingers played automatically with the slightly damp curls on his chest. It was so peaceful that I almost couldn't believe it was true. After all that time, after all we've been through, he was finally here with me. I sighed happily, even if I knew that this moment of peace wouldn't last.

"I hope you're content with your price," he said after a while, placing a soft kiss on my head.

"That doesn't count." I could practically feel one of his eyebrows going north.

"What? Why?"

I turned my head and pushed myself up so I was able to look at his face and see his reaction.
"Isn't it obvious? If it's supposed to be my price, then I will decide how to...proceed with it. You've teased me and pampered me and please, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. No, I really enjoyed it, but if it's supposed to be my price, I want to… return the favour."

"You mean you want to be in charge? Well, I'm sure we could manage-" Pritkin went abruptly silent and I just wanted to get up in alarm, but he caught my shoulders and held me close.

"It's just Jonas. He can't hear us through the silence spell," he told me, the very same moment I heard someone knock on Pritkin's door.

"John?" A knock, followed by a pause filled with silence.
"Cassie?" Another knock. I could already hear the impatient undertone in Jonas' voice.
Pritkin sighed heavily and rolled his eyes.

"Well, I know you're in the-" the abrupt silence was weird and Pritkin acted immediately, getting up and pushing me behind his still very naked self in one fast movement.

I almost fell back on the bed when a sudden unexpected image appeared in my head. Now, that was truly weird.
"Uhm, Pritkin?"

"What is it?" he was alarmed, and grabbed a weapon from the shelf beside the bed. Until then I hadn't even noticed it being there.

"My power showed me something. I could see Jonas, face planted on a huge wooden table, surrounded by documents, files maybe?"
Pritkin thought about that for a moment.

"What else did you see?" he asked, lowering the weapon but not yet relaxing completely.

"There was a big poster on the wall in the background. I'm not quite sure, maybe it was a car? And...well, the confused and bewildered look on his face made him look even more crazy than usual."

"Jonas bureau in Stratford." Pritkin swallowed and definitely looked caught. Obviously I was missing something here.

"Startford? But how? I definitely didn't shift him there!"

"No, you didn't," Pritkin answered dryly and then my brain caught up.

"You did it! Oh my god! I should have thought about that." I knew that our moment of peace couldn't last, but to be honest, even I would have expected to have a little more time. The powerexchange was exactly that and Pritkin was such a powerful mage, I should have expected him to be able to use the pythian power.

"I merely wished him away and somehow his bureau came to my mind and pang, he was gone," Pritkin confessed, put his gun away and picked some fresh clothes out of his sideboard. "Bloody hell, I should have known better than that. We have two hours at best," he said. As if to confirm that, Pritkin's phone rang.

"To do what?" I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, deliberately ignoring the annoying sound of the phone.

"To find a plausible explanation how you were able to shift him into a room, where you've never been before. And - you know, the more important question - WHY you would just shift him there."

Ok, that was a problem. I crawled back onto the bed again, deciding that I didn't have to be standing upright to think about this and threw a pillow above my head to dampen the noise of the still ringing phone.

But it also dampened all other noises.
"I'm sorry," I heard through the pillow.
It had been Pritkin's voice and there was nobody there except us, but still… An apology from Pritkin wasn't something you got to hear often. Most of the time this was my part. I lifted the pillow and grinned at him. I just couldn't help it.
"Would you please repeat that? I'm not sure I heard right."
His answer was a glare that could have cut through steel, but obviously he was in a good mood, because the glare turned into a smirk and he shook his head.

"No, but I could bring you some Coffee, if you like. It may help to clear your mind."

I would have been offended by that, if it wasn't for that boyish grin on his face. Anyway it sounded like a plan, I thought, in any case worth a try.
"Mhm," I said and Pritkin took off to rummage in the kitchenette.

I really tried to come up with something, but my brain was stuck on 'oh my god, I feel so good' with all that power humming through me, not like that overwhelming flood from the last time, but nonetheless a nice straight power upload. My thoughts somewhat couldn't stay focused and wanted to relax within the afterglow a little longer.

Another few minutes later I peaked out from beneath my pillow and saw Pritkin lingering in the doorway. So far he'd only bothered with jeans, which I decided was a really good look on him. What I didn't see was a mug.

Instead he held up a skin coloured peace of plastic, which took my still happily humming brain a full second to recognize.

"Would you like to explain why I have fake fey ears on my kitchen counter?"

Yes, yes, that was at least something I had an explanation for.

"Coffee first? Please?"

Pritkin picked up a steaming blue mug from the kitchen counter behind himself and held it out.
"Come and get it."

I got off the bed and could almost feel his gaze upon me. Only then did I realise, that I hadn't yet bothered to put on some clothes. Pritkin looked smug. But then, two could play that game.
I did my best to move as sexy and elegant as possible when I slowly picked up my clothes and started to dress.

When I was done, I grabbed the mug, deliberately entering his personal space and kissed him. God, I could do this all day.

Then I felt a small piece of plastic slightly stabbing me on my back.

"I'm all ears," Pritkin said, after I had pulled back.

I took a sip.
"Obviously we're going to a costume party."