Hopefully some good stuff here. And hopefully the thing with the kids isn't too cheesy, but I had the idea and then it made my heart too happy to let go of.

(-)

I ended up taking the kids to the "drawing room" which was the new name for the gym. It was deep enough into Dante's that no norms would stumble upon it, which made it perfect for a magical art show. I made sure the kids doodled on the walls, since I knew Pritkin would have me down here before long, no doubt sparring again, so I'd prefer not to run into magic words to distract me and give him an advantage he didn't need.

Or flowers, or strange monsters, or stick figures. It was kind of cool that no one had to sign their name; the color was their signature. Of course, my signature was now dangerous. Jesse, however, didn't think so. "Come on, you know you want to. It's really pretty," he said, grinning. The rest of the kids were still drawing, but he had stopped to talk to me after sending a corner of the room up in flames, doodle-wise.

"I'm kind of tired," I said. Even if Pritkin hadn't told me not to let others see, I wasn't in the mood for it after that scene. Both because of his theory and because I was still a little stung that there was a limit on how much I could touch him. Rosier and the Demon Lord Council were total dicks.

Of course, if he could feed all he wanted, he wouldn't be Pritkin, would he? And I doubted that if he wasn't pushing everyone away that I'd stand a chance against the kind of girls he would attract. I wasn't homely, but I wasn't gorgeous the way so many supernatural women were. Or regular women, for that matter.

Luckily, Jesse was there to distract me before I depressed myself. Well, sort of distract me. "Is it because Mr. Pritkin didn't like it? He was weird about it."

"Why would that matter?" I wished it didn't.

"You like him," Jesse said simply.

I narrowed my eyes and gave him a sideways glare. "You take after your mother."

That made him laugh. "He's totally into you, so what's the problem?"

If only he knew. And while a fourteen-year-old wasn't an ideal confidant, he was tight-lipped with secrets. I couldn't tell him everything, but I really wanted to say something. Tami was smarter than Jesse, and I could see her asking all the wrong questions to get me in trouble.

"Between you and me?" I asked. He looked around to make sure the kids weren't nearby and nodded. "We can't. So it's difficult."

Jesse wasn't even close to being stupid, though. "Why not?"

I sighed, sliding down the wall to sit. I had to pause to situate my dress, this time a flowery number that vaguely reminded me of the 50's. I was worried Mircea would bother me today, so, as per my deal with Sal, I'd dressed nicer. "There's a lot of reasons."

"That vampire, Mircea, is jealous, right?" No, he was as perceptive as his mother. I shouldn't have said anything.

"There are a lot of reasons Mircea and Pritkin hate each other."

"But they're all about you," Jesse said matter-of-factly.

This had been a bad idea. "Maybe. Look, don't you want to set another wall on doodle-fire?"

He was unmoved. "I won't tell anyone. I can keep a secret."

Damn, he was stubborn. "Look, before I had the Misfits, I had a family made of vampires. Mircea was part of that family. So he's important, but so is Pritkin."

"Mr. Pritkin is family too," Jesse said, and it made me smile. The stubborn tone made it clear that he was rooting for me and Pritkin.

"We need to find a way to show him that," I said. "He's never had a family before, and he didn't really believe me when I said he was part of ours."

Suddenly, all the light around the room died as though an eraser had wiped it all away. So I wasn't surprised to find Tami at the door. Her voice rose over the groans and pouting. "Come on, no more art today."

"I thought I was going to bring the kids back so that didn't happen," I said.

"Well, I couldn't exactly contact you and tell you to bring them back sooner," Tami said.

As the kids grudgingly got together, Jesse said, "I have an idea!"

"For what?" Tami asked, sounding wary.

"To thank Mr. Pritkin," he said. True to his word, he wasn't mentioning our conversation.

"Pritkin doesn't understand that he's a Misfit too," I said. "What's the idea?"

"When are you next practicing down here?" he asked, grinning.

(-)

After taking one of Dante's cars halfway to the hideout, we walked there. The only reason I didn't kill him was because it was close to sunset, so the heat was dying down a little. We were in the warehouse district, navigating a maze of alleys when he stopped at a heavy-duty metal door. The door handle had been removed, which just figured, but Pritkin took my hand and pressed it gently against the door and it swung open with a click. At my astonished look, he said, "It's spelled to either your touch or mine. And, for the record, every defensive ward in here will only see you and I as non-hostile. If so much as a kitten wanders in, it's dead."

That sounded pretty Pritkin to me. "No guests. Got it."

But that wasn't enough for him. No, I was surprised to find an empty warehouse inside the door. Pritkin pulled me to a wall and pressed a spot of rust as big as my fist. The wall swung open to reveal a ladder. "I'll go first," he said.

If I wasn't wearing shorts, I'd accuse him of wanting to look up my dress as I came down. But given the problems we'd had, I didn't see him tempting himself that way. The room I had descended into was…surprisingly cozy. The temperature had dropped some as we descended, which was pleasant after walking in the heat, and I saw an oven covered in runes in a kitchen area. The fridge was silent and also covered in runes and enchantments. A table with two chairs was close to the ladder. A little further in was a bookshelf full of books near a grey couch and green chair near a wood-burning (or, knowing Pritkin, magically burning) fireplace. Nothing matched, but it looked comfortable. And everything was bathed in candlelight, as they were on most surfaces and affixed to the walls.

"I'm sorry, but with the amount and strength of the wards, there was no way to keep any electricity going," Pritkin said.

And I looked back to the kitchen. "So we have an enchanted fridge?" I couldn't help but grin.

"It was the only option," Pritkin said, sounding a little defensive. He wasn't looking at me, so he was misreading my tone.

"That's amazing," I said. When he looked at me, surprised, I smiled. "When you said secret base, I was expecting utilitarian. This…it's like you made a home for us."

When he blushed slightly at that last sentence, I realized that's exactly what he'd done. Somewhere we could live together safely in between near-death adventures. "What happens if the Circle shows up to tear down the wards and come in?"

That was better; talking shop was easy for him. "They would need their most powerful and skilled wardsmiths to get them down, and there are some very well-hidden wards in the buildings around us set to go off if the wards start to fall. They won't spot them in advance, and I doubt all of them would survive."

Very Pritkin. "Nice. And for sleeping?" I was hesitant to say "bedroom" because I wasn't sure if it was plural or not.

He pointed to a door on the left side of the room and said, "My bedroom is in there," and pointed to the door on the right side and said, "yours is in there. The bathroom is straight ahead. I'm afraid we'll have to share."

I could hear he was concerned, as if I would say this was inadequate or something. And I wondered who he thought he was talking to. "This is amazing," I said again. "I can't believe you put all this together."

When I went into my room, I froze in the doorway. I recognized that comforter on the bed; Tomas had spread out naked on it and tried to seduce me. And a look in the wardrobe showed a very familiar assortment of clothes. "Where the hell did you get this?" I asked. This was the most essential collection of my belongings from my old apartment.

"Your…roommate must have had them shipped to MAGIC after he took you there. And I imagine Mircea had them shipped to Dante's after you set up there. When I came across a bunch of crates addressed to you from MAGIC in Dante's storage room, well, I had to see what was inside. There wasn't really a great time to bring it up, what with the geis and Rosier and the Codex, so I just figured I would bring it down here once I had everything set."

"I…I don't know what to say," I said quietly. I'd been sad to leave the life I'd built behind, but survival came first. And now here were the remnants of that life, ready to keep going in this new one with me. Of course, not all the outfits were suited to my new lifestyle. But, if we ended up living here, I realized that practicality would be the only thing Pritkin would expect of me. He was even okay with my dresses if I wore shorts underneath. As long as my clothes wouldn't contribute to my death, I could wear what I wanted. It was a pretty low bar.

"It's…adequate?" Pritkin asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"How many times do I need to say, 'This is amazing,' before you actually hear me?" I asked. It was strange that he was so apprehensive. I mean, he had gone to great lengths to make this the most comfortable and safe secret hideout despite having no electricity, and he'd put thought into making me feel at home. It was more than Mircea had done-oh, of course. He felt like he was competing with my current accommodations.

"If and when we move in here, I'm not going to miss my suite at Dante's at all," I said. And his face lit up with a grin before he schooled it into something more neutral. Being privileged to see Pritkin's soft side was something I would never have imagined happening not too long ago.

"I'm glad to hear it. And now that you've been here, you can come here whenever you want."

Smiling, I said, "Until we move in, I'll probably just keep hanging out in your room. If that's okay with you."

"Of course," Pritkin said, some satisfaction in his expression.

"But I'll need to get a new comforter, because we're burning that one," I said before I realized I shouldn't.

The mage frowned and looked between me and the bedspread. "Why?"

I sighed. "Because Tomas spread out naked on it to seduce me on Mircea's orders. Even if it's been washed, those images aren't coming out of my brain."

Now Pritkin was looking at the piece of cloth with disgust, like it was oozing slime and had complimented his father. "I'll get a replacement as soon as possible; let's burn it now."

That got a giggle out of me. I looked around and felt more at home than I had since the whole Pythia thing started. And it was almost like an environmental vibration similar to when I touched Pritkin: this was right. This was what things should look like. Of course, with him around, things sort of fell into place like that anyway. He was nothing I'd ever had and everything I would kill and die to keep. Our eyes met as he balled up the comforter, and I realized that I wasn't alone in that sentiment.

(-)

"What the…" I was enjoying the stunned look on Pritkin's face.

We'd come down to practice my swordplay and found the walls filled with doodles that were thanking Pritkin, or that said "Mr. Pritkin iz cool" or the stick figure with crazy hair holding the hand of a smaller stick figure with short hair inside a heart. It was telling that the last one was in a translucent silver. Clairvoyants might be able to see ghosts, but no one seemed to have the affinity I did, so that was what Jeannie drew with.

And along the wall directly across from the door was a heart in every color arranged in a smiley face. Pritkin was just staring at it, and then at the rest of the room. There was a small line of flame going around the entire room. And with the flowers and peace signs and, if I wasn't mistaken, a pretty detailed picture by Alfred depicting Pritkin fighting a monster, the walls were pretty much covered.

"Guess they wanted to thank you," I said, not even trying to suppress my grin.

He didn't seem to know what to say, and once his astonishment began to fade, I saw his cheeks heat up. I didn't have words for how much I liked that. The mage who had been around for centuries, who was a historical figure, who could take on cadres of mages and challenge master vampires without hesitation, was embarrassed by a bunch of kids using magic to doodle and thank him and show they cared.

"I think it's safe to say they consider you a Misfit, don't you?"

"You knew about this?" Pritkin asked, staring at the walls and not meeting my gaze.

"Jesse asked when we would next come down here together during our last art session. We'd been talking about you. I'm not surprised; the kids love you," I said.

I saw Pritkin blink and swallow, then make sure his back was to me. Was he…? Moving to look at him, I saw his eyes were wet, and he quickly turned away. "None of that," I said, and pulled him into a hug. He immediately grasped me as that thrumming started up. It wasn't like he was crying, not really, just a few tears escaping and some deep breathing as he got control of himself. "It isn't like you have to hide from me. You never need to be ashamed with me."

He tried to pull me impossibly closer, and it wasn't hard to keep chaste thoughts when all these fuzzy feelings were filling me up. The vibrations, the warmth and closeness: I could stay like this for days.

Finally, he spoke. "This…I'm really not used to this."

"Which part?" I asked.

"All of it. Having people in my life who care about me and…this." He squeezed me a little to emphasize what he meant.

I wasn't sure what to say to that. We couldn't be together, that had been made clear. But he had also said it was because his control around me was tenuous, so us getting closer would make him lose it. That seemed less plausible with the amount of hugging and close contact we'd had lately.

"Well, you have as much of this as we can safely manage," I said at last. Because whatever we could get away with without tempting him into feeding, I was down.

And perhaps it was my words or the full-frontal contact, but the atmosphere changed. That thrum went deeper, pulled at different parts of me. I gasped as his hands slid to my ass to squeeze and lift. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him and, god, with both of us wearing sweatpants, I could feel the shape of him distinctly between my legs.

That got a sharp inhale from him, and we paused in this suddenly much-more-intimate hold than before. I told myself to stop, but my hips weren't listening as I started sliding against him, loving how he felt against me even with layers of cotton between us. "You feel so good," I said, half-moaning it.

A desperate noise escaped him, and I was suddenly on the floor, alone. He hadn't dropped me, but he'd leaned over and pried me off before retreating to the far wall near everyone's hearts. "I'm sorry!" he said.

I sat up and looked at him, face nearly pained as he obviously wrestled with himself. And there was no hiding his arousal. "I'm sorry too," I said. "I thought I was keeping my thoughts PG this time."

"You were, it's me…" Pritkin was panting. "It's getting worse."

A pang hit me as I said, "Are you saying no more hugging?"

Those green eyes had pupils just this side of human as he met my gaze. "Not as much. I'm so pent up and if you think I feel good, you have no idea what you feel like."

Wow, that was really honest. He was either taking me at my word that he didn't need to hide from me, or he'd lost a lot of control to be sharing that much. "What do you do when you get pent up?" I asked.

"Get away from people. Hunt down demons," he said.

It made a lot of sense that the celibate half-incubus was the Circle's greatest assassin if he vented his sexual frustration into violence. "Well, we should figure something else out since I don't survive well if you're not around, not to mention that it would really hurt the kids if the first thing that happened after you saw their heartfelt doodles was you disappearing."

He looked at the hearts on the wall. "I still don't know what to say about this."

Even when he was desperately aroused, he could look sweet. "Just say thank you and that you really appreciated it. If you can compliment one piece of art in particular for each of them, you'll be a rock star," I said, smiling.

Looking defeated, he said, "I can't do this."

Rolling my eyes, I said, "You can fight off a bunch of war mages and take on master vamps; I think you can handle kids. And if you're talking about dealing with being incredibly aroused while being unable to do anything about it, yes, you can. You've been doing it for a long time. Speaking of, do you want me to leave?"

He sighed. "No, I really want you to stay, which means I need you to leave."

I shook my head, not sure what to do with him. "Well, good to know I'm wanted, at least."

And those pupils were definitely bigger than was humanly possible as he looked at me and said with a growl, "Want is the least of it. I need you."

Holy shit, it was time to go. "Kay. Bye," I said, shifting back to my room, heart racing.

(-)

We stuck to hands-off training and reading with a room's worth of space between us for the next week. And while I normally didn't get much of a vibe off Pritkin, I was definitely dealing with a leashed predator these days.

"Can you masturbate?"

I broke the long-standing silence after working up the nerve to ask. Pritkin, who had been cleaning one of his guns (I'm pretty sure it relaxed him, because he always did it when I was around, and it was intense cleaning these days), jerked, sending gun parts to the floor.

His face was flushed, and he was visibly unnerved as he said, "What?" It was the first non-predatory look I'd seen in a while. I thought I might have jarred the real Pritkin loose.

Damn, it had taken a lot of effort to ask the first time. "I mean, I just wondered…incubi might have a weird thing about it…but you're only half…um…" My face was bright red, and I regretted bringing the topic up.

Pritkin just stared at me for a few more moments before he hastened to pick up the scattered parts. While his face was focused on that, he said, "Incubi don't masturbate because it causes a feedback loop that makes them hungrier."

Wow, I expected a lot more fight to get that answer. "So you can't." Even if it was said as a statement, it was a question, because that was a factual answer about full incubi, which made me think he was being evasive.

He glared at me as he put all the parts back on the table and sat down. "Are you really asking me this?"

"Well, if I wasn't, I wouldn't have said anything," I said, because he would tell me. If I pushed just a little more, Pritkin would trust me with another secret. I'd realized over the past week that being allowed to know things that he apparently had never shared with anyone gave me a thrill unlike anything else. Pritkin trusted me. And if someone as paranoid as him trusted me, I was special. I liked being special to him.

A couple of minutes passed in silence as he just stared at the table. Finally I said, "If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to."

At the same time, he said, "You can't laugh at me."

I frowned. "Why would I laugh at you?"

He looked at the wall next to him and said, "It's…difficult."

"I won't laugh," I promised. And I couldn't help but add, "Everything you trust me enough to tell me is important." Those green eyes darted to meet mine, surprised. "I want you to know you can trust me."

"I have to have someone watch," he said, the words spilling out as soon as I finished speaking. He looked like he regretted saying that, and he went back to looking at the wall.

Thinking it over, I thought it made sense. "You aren't feeding, so it's allowed. And if it's a split between incubus and human aspects, being alone would make you hungrier, but having someone there but not participating would let you overcome that. Makes sense."

Now he was looking at me again, and these sort of lost looks I got from him were satisfying. I could give him things he'd dismissed as impossible: understanding, acceptance.

"You don't think it's…odd?" he asked finally.

I smiled and held back a chuckle, not at him, but at the idea that having someone watch you masturbate was somehow deviant. "Pritkin, you've been around longer than me. So you know that humans have come up with endless kinks, some of them really bizarre. And as long as no one's getting hurt…against their will, that's fine. So, measuring on that scale, I'd say enjoying being watched is almost vanilla."

When he said nothing for a few moments, I asked the next question burning through my mind: "How did you figure out you could make it work if someone watched?"

The table became fascinating, but it didn't take more than a few seconds for him to say, "I had the same logic you just put together. So…" he ducked his head a little, "I hired someone to help me test it."

No one would ever accuse John Pritkin of being shy, but this was really endearing. He was sharing his most embarrassing and personal secrets with me, even though he was obviously ashamed. It made me want to hold him, give him more than words to tell him that there was nothing wrong with him, that I liked him just as he was. But that caused problems, so I'd stay on my side of the room.

I felt like a drug addict, craving his trust. I wanted to be the one who helped him stop hating himself and what he was. I wanted him to tell me everything he'd been too afraid and wary to tell anyone else. I wanted…him to love me. Because, even if I'd been refusing to put it into words until now, I loved him. And of course I fell for the guy who is explicitly unavailable. Why would anything in my life suddenly be easy?

And I realized that I'd allowed a silence to linger, and he was looking uneasy. "Sorry, started thinking about…stuff. And I have to say, that was doubtless the best night in her career."

He frowned, saying, "Why?"

"Come on, an attractive guy offering you money to watch him masturbate? Compared to the other things she no doubt had to do? Hell, Pritkin, there are people who would pay you good money to watch." I grinned at him. "It's not like you aren't gorgeous." Maybe I was going too far, but him trusting me really was like a drug, and I was high.

"I…never considered that." He closed his eyes, looking pained. "It isn't that attractive. Like I said, it's difficult."

There was a visible change in his demeanor now, though. He was breathing deeper, and his hands were clutching the edges of the table. And when I looked, I saw he was hard, probably painfully so given the angle his pants were straining at.

And now there was an unspoken question in the air, and I knew he felt it too. It was never my intention to be a tease. It was, in fact, my plan to work up to this. Even before he told me how he masturbated, I was going to ask. At least now I knew he wouldn't think I was weird for making the request. "Can I watch?"

He let out a strangled noise and his arms strained from his grip on the table. That didn't seem like positive feedback, so I said, "Is that too much? I just thought…you wouldn't be feeding, and you're over there and I'm over here…"

"Yes," he gasped. "God, yes."

"Good," I said, making myself comfortable, feet and legs tucked beside me as I used my arms to lean forward for a better view. And if my top was a bit lower cut than normal and my leaning gave him a better view of my cleavage, well, I didn't think he'd complain.

His hands were fumbling in their haste to free himself from his jeans. When he finally had them open, he immediately wrapped a hand around himself, and the first stroke elicited a full body shudder.

"You don't have to hurry," I said. "I have all the time in the world."

That got me a slight smile even as he kept stroking. "That's nice, but this takes a while. And…I need this." The words were accompanied by another shudder. I remembered the look on his face when he said he needed me. But his eyes were entirely human now.

"When was the last time you did this?" I asked.

Gasping and moaning, eyes roaming over me, it took him a minute to say, "It's almost three decades now."

My jaw literally dropped open. "Holy hell, Pritkin!" Once I collected myself a little, I said, "Well, you'll be able to do it more frequently now, don't you think?"

And those green eyes were blazing, boring into my blue ones with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. "Will I?"

"Unless you decide you don't like this. Because I'm enjoying myself," I said. I was looking at his dick, which was flushed red and weeping, and he was right about having trouble, but it seemed more technique-based. But I wasn't going to presume I knew more about half-incubus masturbation and start telling him that. But there was something else I could do.

"Do you want me to talk to you?" It was one of the few ways I could participate from across the room.

"About what?" he asked, his eyes alternating between meeting my eyes and looking at my chest.

That was the problem, wasn't it? "Well, I know I'm supposed to avoid tempting you and getting too close, so I guess I can't ask you to describe what you're thinking about doing to me right now. Or tell you things I've thought about doing to you." He gave me a hopeless look, hips thrusting to meet his strokes, panting and shaking, desperation written over every inch of his body. "Or maybe I will."

When I got a nod, I said, "You're so worked up, but I want to tease you, strip you down and push you onto your bed and drive you insane." He whimpered, but it seemed like his movements were getting steadier, more regular. Maybe more involvement from me helped placate his incubus side. "I've played with your nipples before, and we both enjoyed it." Before the geis had made us both regret it. "I'd kiss my way down your body, slow and thorough. And when I got to your dick I'd kiss it too, then maybe lick it a little." It was working. His movements were fast but fluid, and he seemed like he was getting closer.

Through the whole thing, those green eyes seemed ready to burn me, the passion blazing out of control as he took me in. I loved it. "Once you couldn't do anything but beg, I'd finally wrap my lips around you. Mmm, I want to know what you taste like. Salty and musky and just what I'm craving, probably. I'd caress your balls and tease you while I sucked-"

"Oh, FUCK!" Pritkin said suddenly, body going tight as he came. He was spilling in powerful spurts all over himself. And he just kept going, body unable to calm. Whimpering and gasping and groaning, it took nearly a minute for him to finish. I guess three decades left him really backed up. And that hadn't been nearly as difficult or lengthy as he said it would be. I felt a stirring of pride as I realized it was probably because it was me.

As his head tilted back to look at the ceiling and his whole body went slack, nearly sliding off his chair, I just looked at him. Next time I wanted him naked, showing off all that gorgeous body, letting me watch all those muscles twitch and tense. And when his head came up to look at me, I found it hard to catch my breath. Pritkin's eyes were half-lidded as a small, satisfied smile graced his lips. He looked so content and fulfilled and more relaxed than I'd ever seen him.

"So can we do this again?" I asked, pretty sure I knew the answer.

He sighed. "Yes…please…"

I just let him bask after that. By the time he pulled himself together, I saw traces of guilt on his face, and it made me want to smack him. Couldn't he just let himself be happy? "What's that look for?"

"It isn't very fair to you," he said.

Groaning, I said, "If you think I'm not getting anything out of this, you're an idiot. Or if we're talking fair trade, how about this? Next time you're dying from a curse you can't counter or because you don't have the energy to heal: tell me! That's an all-around win."

Shaking his head, he said, "How did I manage to find you?"

"You tried to kill me. Makes a hell of an impression on a girl." I smiled, thinking about how far we'd come to get here.

"And if I succeeded, I would never have known I'd made the biggest mistake of my life," he said softly. "And given all of my sins, that's saying a lot."

I couldn't speak for a minute. The Codex, his wife…killing me would have been worse. I swallowed, feeling a prickling in my eyes. He was saying it without saying it: he loved me. When I knew my voice would be steady, I said, "It took a lot to get me to trust you. You make a hell of an impression, and it was hard to move past. But things seemed to conspire to draw us together, and now you're someone I can't live without. Both physically and emotionally." There. Now I said it without saying it.

But did anything really conspire to connect us? Or did Pritkin just refuse to leave me alone? He fought his way past war mages to get to me after he first broke with the Circle when he refused to kill me. He went with me into Faerie. He jumped on my time shift to save Mircea twice and volunteered to be the diversion for a pack of vampires. He went tomb raiding with me to retrieve something he didn't want me to find, did endless research to create a new counter to the modified version of the geis he invented. And I could go on. Pritkin was just doggedly loyal in spite of everything my crazy life threw at us.

This was dangerous, though. We kept getting closer, despite what either of us said. We were exchanging non-declarations of love. And if I ever was the cause of him going to Hell, I didn't know what I'd do to myself. All I knew is that it would be the biggest mistake of my life.

And given that we had already said more than we should, it was probably time to leave that topic. "I should let you clean up." He'd made a rather spectacular mess, and I saw his face heat up as he looked down at it. To save him the awkwardness of trying to get up (with that kind of orgasm, he might be unsteady), I said, "I'm going to go take my own shower. But, Pritkin?"

Those eyes that usually blazed were more like green pools, almost tranquil. "Yes?"

I smirked. "Next time I get the chair and you're naked on the bed." I waited just long enough to see his eyes widen in surprise before I shifted.

(-)

What do you say, was that fun? Hopefully you enjoyed it. Took me a bit to decide how a half-incubus would make masturbation work. And the secret hideout shouldn't be too much of stretch in plausibility: he talked about how he was distracted from his wife's plans because he was looking for a house for them and getting it ready. If he's decided that he's sticking to Cassie, he would probably have the same nesting instinct.

Well, feel free to let me know what you think. But, review or not, I hope you enjoyed this and keep reading.