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They didn't realize that Deirdre hadn't left for good. She stood outside the bedroom window watching them. It made her sick to see that woman going down on her man. So, she figured that if they wanted to be together so badly, she would help. She cast a binding spell that took a small string of each of their souls and connected it, so even if they wanted apart from each other, they couldn't get rid of them. It was what Deirdre was perfect at, so the spell took without a problem, but what she didn't see was the connection that was already there between the two lovers. The bond they created last night. The storm wasn't just a normal shower; it was their feelings for each other that caused the storm. When they climaxed, the storm did, too, and they formed a bond that ran all the way through their souls. They didn't realize it was there, they just felt like they belonged in each other's arms. Deirdre, feeling content with her work, left to find some other pathetic man she could use.
A few hours into the evening found Darius and Fiona sitting in the living room watching a fire burn in the fireplace. It had started to rain outside; the rain that soaked everything and left feelings in the dumps. The couple didn't feel the cold dreariness of the weather; they were wrapped in each other's arms.
"I need to call my best friend and tell her something. She's bound to be worried sick about me missing today. She expected me to find someone at the bar last night and leave this morning. She would never believe that the Great Fiona found someone to love for more than one night," she laughed nuzzling her cheek into his collarbone. They were wearing super soft faux fur robes over their bare bodies.
"Sorry, I don't have a phone here. I normally don't stay here enough to warrant having one," he sighed laying his cheek on top her tousled hair.
"Oh, that's cool, I guess. No interruptions," she pulled back enough to give him a sly smile. He returned it and kissed her. They cuddled back together and dozed as the fire crackled and the rain fell.
A few hours later, Fiona awoke with a complaint from her stomach. It had been most of the day since she had eaten, and she was really hungry. She slipped out of Darius's arms without waking him. She walked softly on bare feet to the kitchen, carefully stepping around the still shredded carpet. When she reached the edge of the tile, she looked at it evilly. She knew the floor was going to be cold, and she was really considering not going into the kitchen when her stomach let out a gut twisting growl. She gulped, put one toe on the floor, and cringed. It felt like ice to her, but she pressed herself on into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, dug around, and finally pulled out an apple. She bit into her juicy prize and moaned happily. Munching on her treasure, she made her way back onto the cozy carpet. Her feet were freezing, so she knelt by the smoldering embers in the fireplace.
"This won't do," she mumbled, opening her hand to the embers, she began to mutter something. Instantly, flames began to dance happily in the fireplace. She smiled at her work and sat down against the couch on the floor in front of the still sleeping Darius still nibbling on her apple contentedly.
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