From Al's POV – Black Magic Sanction – right after Rachel is dosed with a sedative when she is summoned by Lee on behalf of Brooke

"Al," I hear in my head, and I groan, wondering what my itchy witch has gotten herself into now. I pop over to my kitchen to get my scrying mirror, wishing I could just go back to sleep. "Get over here or I'm going to come over there and kick. Your. Ass. Talk to me Al! You slimy little no-good son-of-a-bastard demon!"

I sigh, realizing there isn't a chance I can ignore her now. She's on a roll. I slam my hand down on my mirror, irritation coating my thoughts that I don't bother to hide.

"Good God Rachel, can't you go five minutes," In a breath, my anger at her interrupting yet another night to myself slides away. There's something off with her, and the concern that coats me aches. "Sweet sticky hell on a stick! Where … Your church? What are you on, itchy witch?"

I can't feel what she's on, have no idea what is going on in her mind. Her thoughts are all over the place, and she's reacting to everything as if she's both high and drunk.

"I want my name back, and I want it now! And take your damn mark off! Hey!" She yelps, but I'm already in the lines, tracing myself to her kitchen. I take in her kitchen in a glance, as used to her kitchen as she is to mine. In truth, I like hers more than I would ever admit to her. It's usually so clean and cared for, having a look like it has been both lived in and loved.

"Stanley Saladan?" I purr, eying my old familiar trapped in a bubble with my itchy witch's girlfriend. His face is ashen, fear pulsing from him. I wonder how long he can last in a bubble with a blood-chaste vampire when he stinks of fear.

"Still think I'm skeerylike?" The runt mutters from across the room, trying to freshen himself up. As if that would distract me from wanting to punch his head clean off.

"Lee doesn't owe you anything! Off limits." Rachel shouts at me, and I feel a wash of irritation. She's always telling me no to every little man she finds. What do they have to gain her respect and protection? I smile at her kindly, wondering if maybe this time she will actually answer my question.

"Rachel, my itchy witch," I soothe, tugging at my lace cuffs. "We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?"

Her knees are shaking, and I have an unbidden thought of them shaking from lust.

"Brooke summoned me again!" She shouts, pointing at nothing, then thinking about it before shifting her arm in another direction. I continue to look her up and down, trying to assess what she is on as well as if she is really hurt. I don't like it when people other than me hurt her. "I told you she would! She had a rolling bed with straps. I want my name back now!"

I scoff, stalking towards her to get a better look at her, and she backs away from me. For some reason, it just makes me want her more. I like a good chase.

"They drugged me," She continues, batting at my hands as I pick her up and plunk her onto the table. "In my leg," I'm smelling her breath, sniffing at her hair when she doesn't fuss at me, looking at her over my glasses. "Shot me twice. I want my name, or I'm going to start charging you a fee every time I field something for you. And it's going to be expensive. I'm Park Place. Buddy."

I squint at her over my glasses, trying to look at her aura for clues as to what she is on. I may want to keep a stock of it. It's actually quite amusing.

"You're more like Oriental Avenue right now, dove." I soothe. "What are you on?"

She pushes me away, looking at Lee in the bubble. She starts to tilt to the side, forgetting how to balance in her inebriated state, so I catch her gently.

"I want," She pants, and I imagine her wanting and panting under different circumstances. Oh, only if we were alone with her like this. She might actually say yes. "my name. Right now. This is crap! I mean it!"

I glance at Lee and Ivy behind her, safe in a bubble, then at the runt. She wrinkles her nose at me, probably at the waft of burnt amber from my clothing. I sigh, not liking the smell either. I let her go, as I turn to the runt to give him my full attention. She's so off that she falls right to the floor at my feet. I resist the urge to look at her crumpled at my feet, knowing it might be my undoing.

"You're supposed to watch her." I accuse the former council member. He's angry at her, too.

"I am! In all my born days, I've not seen a woman more prone to trouble, and your almighty refusal to settle your hash is making things plumb impossible. Give Rachel her name or I'll tell Newt I can't do this!" He threatens, and I clench my jaw at the runt's obvious threat.

"Yeah!" Rachel adds on, and I stifle the urge to smack her.

"Come along, let's go." I snap at Rachel. "Pierce, stay here. I'll send her back before sunup."

I reach towards Rachel, but stop as she blinks up at me with the most peculiar expression.

"Go? Go where?"

I eye Ivy, Lee, and Pierce, then huff.

"I'm not going to twist curses in front of an audience." I grimace.

"Hey! Why can't we do it here?" She yells at me as I pull her to my chest, reveling in the feeling of her against me. But her question is sucked away by the lines as I pull us in, twisting after a second in the line to take us to my kitchen. We tumble out of line as Rachel catches in my legs, her inebriated state turning her into more of a klutz than she normally is. I sigh down at her, wondering just how long she will be like this. There is no way that I can twist this curse with her while she is high. I have to keep an eye on her or she is liable to do something stupid again. Like taking an insane soul into her and getting herself possessed.

I sense her looking up at me, so I look into her eyes in question.

"Uh, Al?" She takes a breath, "I, um…" She trails off. She is staring from my eyes, to my mouth, and back again like some sort of ping pong.

"Yes, my itchy witch?"

My voice is even, but my body is anything but. I'm on fire, desire and need outweighing my rational brain that she doesn't mean what she's conveying. My itchy witch may be what I desire most, the only one to take my full attention since Ceri. Even more so than Ceri. God, I loved her. I loved her for a thousand years, but it would never work. The elf wanted a baby, and that was something I could never figure out how to give her. When I found Rachel, when I found what she was when I tasted her blood, I let her outsmart me. I let her take Ceri from me, give my love what she desired most. But Ceri could never be a wife for me. Ceri could not replace Celfnnah, the wife I lost. Rachel could.

Rachel is still staring at me, her face betraying all of her thoughts with the innocence of a child. I've often heard Trenton say he loved to watch her face because all of her thoughts play across it. I have to agree. But the thoughts playing across her face are wreaking havoc on my heart. Pity. Pain. Want. Need. Lust. Curiosity. Fear.

"Rachel?" I ask, needing to know. "What is going on in your little fluffy brain?"

She takes a deep breath, as if she is working up the courage for something. She leans into me, putting her arms around my neck and twisting her fingers in my hair. I let my hands fall to her hips, but I don't dare move a muscle, afraid to break whatever spell has brought her to me. She tilts her head up to me and presses her lips to mine, and I crack.

I've wanted her for so long that just this little press of her lips is setting me on fire. I can't hold back. Not now, not after she has finally come to me. I pull us into a line as I press her to me fully, depositing us in my bedroom, creating a light with a thought. I don't let our kiss break, instead crushing her against me as if this is my last chance to taste her. It very well might be.

She tastes like sin and happiness, and I lick across her lips to get her to open her mouth. She smiles, but doesn't, so I bite gently on her lip so make her gasp. She opens her mouth and I rush in immediately, dominating her mouth thoroughly. God, she can kiss.

Her fingers are tight in my hair, twisting and pulling in the most delicious way, sending my control out the window. I lead us to the bed, grabbing her under her but to lift her into the air so she lands straddling my hips. When her core presses against me, she gasps, eyes flying open. She smiles down at me with a satisfied smile, and I take a mental picture, wanting to remember this moment for the rest of my existence, even if I will only get this one drug-fueled night.

She grinds against me, gasping, wanting. She's shredding my control, but I have no idea how I am affecting her. God, she's hard to read when she's in my lap. All I want is to be buried inside her. I reach inside of her chi, pulling gently against the ley line energy she has holding inside of her, gently pulling the feminine tasting ever-after into myself. She gasps and arcs into me, pressing herself more fully against my erection. I smile into her lips, trailing my way down her neck. Under the pheromones from Ivy, there's my bite. My unclaimed mark from the night I first tasted her. Goddess, I want nothing more than to taste her like that again.

"Uh, Al?" She's breathless, but coherent. I keep up my kissing, wanting to remember her taste if she tells me to stop right now.

"Yes, love?"

"Um, remember…" She trails off. "Remember when you told me that vampires were just your shadows? That demons came first?"

I smile into her throat, knowing what she wants to ask, but is too scared.

"Of course."

"Um…" She hesitates again. "I don't want you to bite me, because I'm scared that I will pass out. But, if you wanted to play on my scar…" She trails off again, and leans away from me, pulling my lips from her. She takes my face in her hands, staring into my eyes for a moment with nothing but trust and wonder. I wonder if I should change them from their goat-silted pupils I've had since birth, but she doesn't seem phased by it. She releases my face quickly, reaching down to the hem of her shirt and yanking it over her head. Her chest is bare, so I lean forward and take one taught peak into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue. Her breathy moan is my undoing. I flip her over onto the bed so I am laying over her, pressing down on her without crushing her. I reach for the snap on her jeans, undoing the zipper quickly. She lifts her hips in invitation, so I drag the jeans down her legs, pulling her boots off with them in one smooth motion. She's left in just black silk panties, panting, splayed out in my bed like a gift from the Goddess. I take another mental picture for the cold nights I'm going to end up alone, then throw the thought from my mind. She's here now, and I am going to enjoy every minute of it.

With a wash of black tinted ever-after, I'm completely naked, with only the black lace panties between me and her heat. She looks up at me in awe and curiosity, with mild apprehension. The nervousness sweetens her scent, and I relish in it. I feel a pull on my chi, and I realize why she's nervous. It's obviously been a while since she's done a power pull, if ever. And with me, she knows she won't have to worry about hurting me. I smile down at her, and resume my ministrations on her chest. She arcs into me, wrapping one luscious leg around my hips, pulling me into her as she trails more of my chi into her. I respond in kind, setting up a real power pull. I reach between us and trace the lines of her panties, before leaning down to pull them off of her. I bring them to my nose to smell, relishing in the scent of her arousal. I tuck them next to the bed as a keepsake, before trailing my kisses lower on her body. She's writhing under me, knowing where I'm going, but unable to do anything but moan. I give her one long lick to her core as I pull hard on her chi, completely emptying her of ever-after, and she splinters, crying out my name while gripping my hair. I smile into her as I continue licking her, inserting two long fingers to ensure she is ready for what I have in mind. She is writhing under me, bucking against my lips, having one of the best orgasms of her life if her shouts are to be taken honestly. Once she settles, coming back down from her high, I remove my fingers.

I look down at her as I put those two fingers in my mouth and suck, laving the juices off of my fingers.

"Oh, Al." She moans, reaching for me. "I want you. Please?"

"My itchy witch, you know I can't deny you this."

I reach between us to grip my throbbing member, lining up with her core. I take a breath, savoring the moment as the head just barely breaks through. Her gasp is music in my ears, and I push forward more. She groans, and I take it as a good sign, pushing forward more.

"Al, please, stop teasing me." She moans, reaching for my shoulders, trying to force me to push all the way in.

"Tell me what you want, Rachel." I grind out, doing my best not to let my full control slip and take her the way I want her.

"I want you to fuck me, Al." She moans, tugging on my hair.

Something in me snaps, and I growl into her ear, causing her to tighten around me.

"Be careful what you ask for, love." I whisper in her ear, sliding in to the hilt. She gasps at the feeling, and I feel her trying to adjust for my size. The witches may be stunted demons, but they stunted more than magically. I can tell she is surprised at the length, but I'm not about to stop now. She wanted me to fuck her, so that's what she is going to get. I pull out abruptly, flipping her onto her hands and knees. I slide her knees wide, pushing her chest to the bed, before sliding back into her again. She groans as I take her deeper, relishing in the way she clenches around me. I don't hold back, not even a little, slamming into her with abandon. She feels better than I ever imagined, so wet and tight and responsive. She's just as alive as I expected her to be, excited more by the danger in fucking a demon. I would never truly hurt her, but she doesn't know that. I care for her too much to ever do any truly permanent damage.

I reach forward and grab a fistful of her red hair, tangling the curls around my fingers as I pull her head back. She screams, and I relish in it, slamming into her even harder. I would worry that I was hurting her, but she's meeting me thrust for thrust, still pulling ever-after from me. I can feel her getting close, feel her tightening up. I abruptly release her, flipping her over and onto me, letting her ride me. She grinds against me, her clit rubbing against my pelvis, bouncing into every thrust I give her. Her chest is at the perfect height, right in front of my lips. I catch her nipple between my teeth, and I feel her break apart in my arms, screaming my name as she pulses around me. I pump into her quicker, feeling my climax just out of reach. She pulls me to her breast tighter, moaning, and pulls on my chi hard. The feeling over her breaking apart around me while pulling on my chi is too much, and I spill inside of her, pulsing. Her cries reach a fevered pitch, as if my climax augmented hers. She collapses into me, boneless and spent. I put her head under my chin and kiss the top of her head as we both catch our breath. She is still clenched around me, and I flex inside of her experimentally, judging just how tight she is clamped.

"Uh," She whispers sleepily, "Sorry about that. The better it is, the longer it takes to release." She sounds embarrassed, and I laugh.

"Oh, my itchy witch, you act as if being buried inside you is such a chore."

Her head snaps up to me, wonder in her eyes.

"You don't mind?"

"You're a demon, love. You think this is news to me?" I laugh. "I have no issue with it at all."

Her eyes soften with the acceptance my words gave her, and she sighs, going pliant in my arms.

"Thank you, Al."

"For the fuck?" I question, unsure why she's thanking me. "Because if it's for the fuck, I'm happy to do so again."

I mentally smack myself for sounding both aloof and desperate.

"For caring about me."

Her eyes are drooping, and I seem to remember in her thoughts that she often drifts off after good sex. I smile, and half drag us into a better position to lay in. I hold her in my arms as she drifts off to sleep.

"Oh, my itchy witch, I will always care for you. You're all I have left." I kiss the top of her head. "I hope you never leave me, Rachel, because I don't think I could survive it a second time."