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Warning: Heterosexual good times.
One of the defining characteristics of a good scientist was that they were observant. They took what they saw, felt, and used every sense they had to decipher the world around was just the first step, the next being interpreting what the data they collected meant and making connections to their own world that others might not see.
One such instance was the love bite on Reid Garwin's neck, one she did not put observed that her blonde lover was of predominately English stock, maybe some German; his skin pale but not the unhealthy sallow variety. She imagined that he would be the type to burn easily in the sun. His fair skin led to the mark being stark and vivid. She could see the tiny damaged capillaries that caused the hematoma. What she could deduce from the hickey that he had another paramour that had a habit of making such a blot as she had seen similar ones on him observation was that whoever the other person was; they were particularly aggressive in their Hannah would not have placed much deference to these facts as she was not committed to Reid and did not expect any form of monogamy. She would have dismissed the contusion but her scientific mind could not help but observe and put pieces together. With her almost photographic memory, she realized that his mark was remarkably similar to her own.
If her hypothesis was correct then the other person that Reid and Tyler were seeing was the other. A shiver passed through her at the thought, not daring to hope that such a relationship existed in other than her wildest fantasies. She had to force herself to calm down as she rubbed her thighs together to relieve some of the ache that blossomed of thinking of the two males together. She wondered if Reid would be up for some morning delight but figured he was tired from the night never realized she could be such a demanding lover but something about Reid's natural submissive tendencies brought it out in her. She stretched last night's tight muscled and marveled at the multitude of sore areas.
"Being on top is hard work," she mused to herself humorously. She looked to the alarm clock on Reid's side table and it said it was almost noon.
"I need to stop being such a slacker and get my day started."
Hannah turned and noted he was still fast asleep. She knew they had reveled into the early morning but that was still more than eight hours ago.
She nudged Reid gently on his shoulder, trying to nicely rouse him from his slumber. The male was stubborn though and refused to leave dreamland. He knew she was up and wanted to get her day started, it was a Saturday and it was almost sacrilegious in his eyes to get up before noon.
"Reid, I need to run some errands in town," Hannah prodded.
"Take my car," he said sleepily, hoping that her interruptions would stop.
"I don't know how to drive."
"You're a genius, I have faith you can figure it out."
"I don't have a license," she explained further and tried to reason with him.
"That's never stopped me before," he replied, undeterred by her confession.
"Reid, driving without a valid license in Massachusetts is in violation of Title 21 § 2701 with a maximum penalty of $200 for the first offense; for subsequent violations, a fine of no less than $100 with a maximum of $500. Do you have any idea of what that would do..."
"OK, sweetie that's awesome. How about you take the limo? Corey would be delighted to take you wherever to go," he interrupted her babbling, desperate to get back to sleep.
"Really? He or your mom wouldn't mind?" she asked, unsure if she was allowed to use his families driver's services or if he was just trying to get rid of her.
"No it's his job and my mom loves you. It's fine," he said quickly, kissed her, and turned away from her all without opening his eyes. "It's sleepy time. Besides no one else is up at this ungodly hour."
"It's ten am," she said, baffled at his sloth.
"Like I said, ungodly."
She rolled her eyes and any quip about his laziness faded away when she saw how cute he looked all wrapped up in his blanket like a burrito.
Hannah did as Reid suggested and utilized the Garwin family's chauffeur after a shower. The driver was in his mid thirties and quite affable. It turned out he was a second cousin or some sort of distant relative to Reid. Cory was not the only member of the Garwin family tree employed with them. It seemed it was a family tradition of some sort to work under the reigning patriarch. She learned a lot from the friendly driver and he remained polite through the various stores and shops she frequented that day. He didn't even seem phased by the odd choice of retail she requested they stop by a dentist's office and she came out with bags of stuff.
When she was finished her shopping she had made her way to Tyler's house. She told Corey his duties were done for the day, knowing that she could get a ride back to the dorms from her brunette lover.
Hannah was a bit nervous as she made her way up to his room. She had received a frantic phone call from him, asking if she was alright as he had been informed of the fire. She tried to calm him down and assure him of her safety and well being but he was adamant that they meet up.
She had just made it to the top of the stairs when Tyler rushed to her side and kissed her breathless. There was no longer the jolting shock that accompanied his touch but a wave of warmth and comfort that enveloped her entire being. There was a sense of rightness being in his arms and their magic intertwined around them. Golden light and white hot electricity circled the pair, connecting in every way possible.
"Hello to you too," Hannah said when they finally broke apart, slightly out of breath.
Tyler didn't respond and he had a look of determination on his face as he inspected Hannah for any possible injuries.
"Tyler, I told you I'm fine."
The hard look on his face as he stared at her with his impossibly blue eyes made her feel small and she worried he might be mad because of the damage.
"I have an itemized list of all your possessions. I remember them from cleaning your room. It'll take a while but I can…"
"Han, I don't care about the stuff. I only care that you're OK."
She was relieved to hear that he didn't seem to mind the extensive damage to his things and kissed him again to confirm that she was indeed in perfect health.
"Don't care so much what happened to Reid?" she asked jokingly, noting his lack of questions to his friend's welfare.
"Pffft, he can take care of himself. He knows how to smoke out," he said, describing the effect of when they magically transported.
"Yeah about that, I'm so jealous he knows how to fast-travel. Can you all do that?"
Instead of answering her, they disappeared in the same black smoke and reappeared on his bed; the bags she was holding dropped off the side as their hands started to tear away at their clothes.
Taylor was vastly more adapt at removing clothing and Hannah found herself completely disrobed before she could even lift his shirt off. He had stopped her hands, held them together and kissed them; she was confused that he was unwilling to undress until he explained,
"I want to make sure you're alright."
"Ty, I told you…I'm fine," she tried to explain but was distracted by the peppering of kisses going down her neck.
"Well I…am…going…to…check…over…every…single…inch…of…you…to…
make..sure…" he replied, kissing his way down her body.
With as good as how his lips and hands felt, she could not see any point in arguing.
Tyler was mostly being facetious in using his affection to actually check if she was alright, his magic was so in tune with hers that he knew she was not hurt. But he licked, kissed, and nipped at her body; taking in her scent. He could smell the uniquely smoky scent of Reid that still lingered on her skin, mixed with her coconut it was mouthwatering. He thought he would be more jealous with having to share her, he still didn't like it one hundred percent but he could not deny his desire to have both of them surround him.
He got down to her core and saw she was already so pink and wet for him. He had never encountered another female who was so eager for him; he had never been so ready for any other girl either, he was fervent to take her as soon as she stepped through the threshold. He had sensed her presence as soon as she drove onto the property.
He lost himself in her taste, loving the small sounds she made as he swirled his tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves and plunged two fingers in and out of her. As much as he wanted to feel her tightness around himself, he also wanted to this to be totally about her. She was giving herself to two warlocks, saving them from a terrible fate. The least he could do was make sure he did everything in his power to make it worth the effort.
As he drank her in he wondered if the next time he kissed Reid, would the blonde taste her still on his lips?
Hannah clawed at the bed sheets, something she was in the habit of doing under the ministrations of the warlocks. If she knew sex was going to be so overwhelmingly amazing, she would have started a long time ago. She suspected from the talks with Sura that her experience was not the standard and was ever so thankful to have Tyler and Reid in her life.
Soon she trembled under him as she reached her peak, neither noticing the strange wind that blew through the trees outside.
One person did notice the phenomenon and was trying to warn her son of the possible impending storm.
Mrs. Simms had awful timing and never quite learned she really ought to knock before entering Tyler's room.
"Ty, I think a storm is…oh my god I'm so sorry!" Rosalind exclaimed as she realized what her son and his sort of girlfriend were doing.
Hannah went from a haze of bliss to sheer terror in a matter of seconds when she realized Tyler's mother had walked in on her mid orgasm. Never had she moved so quickly to shove Tyler out between her legs and cover herself with a sheet.
"Mom you are supposed to knock!" Tyler raised his voice. He was a mix of righteous anger that his privacy had not be respected and utterly mortified that his mother now had firsthand knowledge of his sex life. Not to mention it was obvious Hannah was traumatized by the ordeal. She was covering her whole front and face with his sheet and unceremoniously pushed him away from her, knocking him over onto the floor. He could only hope that his mother did not see his uncontrolled erection, an erection that was slowly fading but not as fast as he would like in the attendance of his mother. He supposed that Hannah's presence was so alluring that his body didn't care that his own mother was in the room.
Well he certainly cared and again, the urge to use magic to open up the floor and swallow him whole bit at him.
Mrs. Simms had the decency to be embarrassed as well and covered her eyes to try to spare the witch any more embarrassment.
"So sorry! I was just…storm coming…and the Hummer is outside…on the concourse. I just wanted it moved in case a tree went down. Here's his keys," she quickly grabbed them from his desk. "I'll move it myself."
Then just as swiftly as she came in she was gone.
Hannah still had the sheet covering her face and Tyler tried to get her to come out from under it.
"No, I can't ever show my face again. Your mom saw my 'O' face and now I need to find a hole in the earth to crawl in and die."
Tyler took comfort in the knowledge that even super geniuses were susceptible to flights of dramatic over reacting.
"You don't need to die, Han. My mom was just as embarrassed…I think we all were. But in true New England WASP fashion, we're all going to pretend it never happened and get on with our lives. You don't need to hide."
Hannah finally showed her face, slightly comforted by Tyler's words but she felt the mood had been spoiled for the moment. She knew from readings and television that men did not want to be left unsatisfied less they become hostile, so she offered to finish what they started regardless.
"It's ok Han, I wanted this to be about you anyway. We can just hang and recover from the incident," he assured her with a small laugh. He probably could have gone for a round of sex but his mother's interruption was like a douse of cold water on his libido regardless of magical urgings to be with the witch at all times. He didn't want to push her when she'd obviously been traumatized and they had all the time in the world for sex.
He loved the smile that graced her face at his suggestion and they spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, just talking and it was one of the most satisfying times he ever spent with anyone.
Eventually, after a couple of hours, they decided to stop being so lazy and got dressed.
After they became fully clothed, Hannah remembered the bag she brought with her and what she initially came over to do.
"Right, before I forget; can I take a mold of your teeth?"
Of all the things girls have asked of him in his short life, mostly for shopping sprees or expensive dinners, teeth molding was a first. He hadn't the slightest clue why she'd want such a thing unless she was found her calling as an orthodontist.
"Ummm…why?"
It wasn't that he didn't trust her or thought she could somehow injure his person but the sheer randomness of the request begged the question.
"I'm comparing dental imprints of yours against ones that have caused sub-dermal hematoma on a subject with fair skin and hair."
"What?"
"I'm investigating the cause of burst capillaries and other traumas to the superficial layer of skin above the trapezius muscle."
After his blank look she went with her usual stand-by of explaining to Joes.
"It's for science."
Tyler accepted that was probably the best and most understandable explanation he was going to get from her and conceded to let her take the imprint of his mouth.
Hannah sat at her desk, the windows open despite the cold air and snow on the ground. Her desk was still slightly smoldering from her magical outbursts as she was prone to do lately.
"So what's up with the singed decorating?" Jayne asked when she noticed her friend's new décor.
"I ran my stats and matrix of Tyler's teeth mold against Reid's skin trauma."
"How were you able to compare the mold to Reid's marks without raising suspicion?" Alissa asked.
"I took photos of them last night as he slept. He's a really heavy sleeper or he doesn't mind me taking photos of him while nude."
"Did you get any nakkie shots?"
"No, why would I…" Hannah realized what her friend was asking. "No Alissa I'm not going to take naked shots of…a guy I'm sleeping with and give show them to you."
Hannah didn't want to call Reid her boyfriend because that wasn't what he was. She also wasn't sure what to label either Tyler or Reid given their circumstances.
Her dark haired friend pouted and it was not a good look over Skype.
"So what are your conclusions?"
"80% positive that the marks on Reid are Tyler's from the mold and his hicky alone. Added in my own love bite which is an exact match then I can confidently conclude that Reid and Tyler are at the very least making out if not lovers."
Both girls remained silent over the webcam as the information sank in.
Alissa had a slight convulsion before doubling over. She quickly rebounded up but seemed out of breath, as if she had somehow done copious amounts of physical assertion.
"Are you alright?"
"Sorry, I just experienced an acute orgasm. Are you fucking kidding me? Reid and Tyler are taking each other to pound town?"
"I would need further information to come to that conclusion…" Hannah responded slowly, a bit puzzled at her friend's sudden vulgarity. "But the information does conclude that at the very least they are engaging in kissing."
"OK so let me get this straight. You are now wealthy, have awesome powers that for whatever reason can't find a biological base for and copy it, and now the two hot guys you're sleeping with could possibly be sleeping with each other…I just have so much hatred and jealously in me…not at you Han but how it's not happening to me."
"At first I was excited too, hence the burn marks everywhere but then I got to thinking."
"That can't be good."
"And the reality of it isn't as sexy as I thought it would be."
"Yeah when you put reality in anything it's never as sexy…so what's wrong?"
"Well first off, neither has told me about the other…or even that they had inclinations towards the same sex."
"Well you did tell Tyler that you didn't necessarily need to know about his other partners," Jayne pointed out.
"Yes that's true…but we're like friends and stuff. Shouldn't he tell me that kind of thing? Why would he keep that a secret? What's stopping him from revealing that he's with Reid? I mean I told him I was with Reid, at the very least he could grant me the same courtesy. And…" Hannah struggled to put her doubts and insecurity into words.
"And?" Alissa pressed, over her initial fangirl frenzy.
"What if they're gay? Like gay gay and they're only with me because of the pull? That they don't like me like I like them?"
"How much do you like them?" Jayne questioned, feeling that her friend's attempt at a strictly sexual relationship was falling apart at its seams.
"I don't know," Hannah replied so quietly that Alissa and Jayne had to strain to hear her. "I…don't really know how to process this."
"Well you could ask them," Jayne suggested.
"No she can't. She used dubious means to find out and coming out, even as bisexual, is a big step that they might not be ready for. She said so herself, she didn't have any clue that they were into the same sex. For all we know it's completely new and they're figuring it out."
"Oh god what if they're gay and just figuring it out and I'm throwing a proverbial monkey wrench into it?"
Hannah's deep imbedded fear of ruining someone's life was coming to the fore front; she was repeating her mother's footsteps.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa calm down. It's not like they haven't sleep around with females before so it's not like you're confusing them. They'll be fine, if anything it's their own fault for not being honest," Jayne rationalized to her best friend.
"So what should I do?"
"All you can do is act as if nothing is happening. You don't want to reveal you found out something about him without asking after he specifically asked you not to. He'll come around or out when he's ready."
"And if they're both gay and no longer want to be with me?"
"Well that's why we researching into your powers. In event that they are no longer viable for sexual intercourse for whatever reason there might be a possible solution to the schizophrenia without them. Speaking of this research, I think we've gone as far as we can with you. We need to get the males' samples as well."
"The CAT scans showed nothing? Neither did the MRI?"
"No, as far as we can tell when you're doing magic your frontal lobes and left hemisphere shows activity but nothing to explain the powers. It reads the same as if you were reading or doing math problems."
Hannah let out a frustrated sigh that science was not coming through to them but she wouldn't give up.
"Like Edison said, 'If I find 10,000 ways something won't work, I haven't failed. I am not discouraged, because every wrong attempt discarded is another step forward," she thought to herself. She'd find a way to cure herself without needing Tyler or Reid. Current events have shown that whatever they have might not last very long and she can't go back to the hallucinations. She won't ever go back.
Hannah sighed and got down to her research, both scientific and personal.
Several days later, Hannah was in her sanctuary the library. Neither Tyler nor Reid had come forward with their secret and it didn't seem as if they would. Part of her felt guilty for knowing at all and secrets were not something she liked to keep. Still, another part of her she didn't understand felt odd at their unwillingness to tell her. She felt she wasn't as close to either of them as she thought she had been, Tyler especially, and didn't know how to make the disappointing feeling go away.
So lately she had been burying herself in work and was at least happy that soon she'd be at MaGfest with her DC friends as well as Sura who had agreed to drive her. The musical savant happened to love going to cons as well although she had never been to the gamer and musical specific one. The French horn player was quickly ingratiating herself to the rest of Hannah's social group at Peabody because there were already plans for Katsucon and Otakon later in the year.
She was looking for books on plant cytology when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise and knew one of the Sons was nearby. She had gotten to tell the differences between Tyler and Reid. The brunette felt like a cool summer breeze, the blonde a heat wave. The new sensation, a cold dose of water rolling over her was either Pogue or Caleb. She had walked towards the center of the library, following her intuition and saw the former sitting at a long table, surrounded by books.
Pogue was a bit of a mystery to her, more so than Caleb because she knew the dark haired teen's issue with her; the dirty blonde, not as much. She had initial reservations about approaching him, his demeanor cold and slightly hostile when she was with him in big groups. She had no idea what he'd be like if it was just one on one.
"Maybe he'll be nicer because Kate isn't around. His problem stems from the natural attraction he feels towards you and his fear his girlfriend would find out. They have a somewhat unstable relationship as is given that they spat frequently in public. So if we take Kate out of the equation then he has no reason to be hostile."
The logic was sound and Hannah wasn't socialized enough to know that sometimes irrational hostility was lashed out at the first convenient target.
Pogue was in a bind. His grades had been slipping and his swim performance was sub-par. He knew the couches were talking amongst themselves, thinking that whatever had been wrong with Caleb, biggest suspect being drugs, was wrong with him. He felt like he was getting it from all sides: school, his mother, coaches, and his girlfriend were all riding him for different reasons. His life was falling apart and it seemed it all started when Hannah got into the picture. Things were far from perfect with Kate but at least he didn't have to look at how happy Tyler and Reid were around the witch before she came to Spencer. It didn't help that his two friends were excelling at swim and their studies either; all with the help of the witch while his best friend was bed ridden and he was on the verge of academic probation and being benched.
The words in the books were blurring together, his study habits nonexistent before and currently it seemed impossible. He couldn't concentrate, he was having trouble sleeping, and all in all he felt doomed to failure.
He was frayed to the point of breaking and things were made worse when the cause of everything just sat down beside him.
"Hi," Hannah said brightly, not understanding the subtle facial expressions on the male telling her she ought to go away.
"Hello," Pogue replied much less enthusiastically. He needed her to vanish. The pull towards her, his blood heating at her presence, and his already frazzled nerves were too much for him.
"So I haven't seen you around these parts before so I guess you figured out the library was the best place to study. Did you need any help? I'm really good at English composition and I'd totally help you for free. I see you're reading up on Mary Shelly's Frankenstein which is a fantastic novel that I personally believe belongs in the science fiction genre with its roots in Giovanni Aldini's experiments. Aldini was an Italian physicist…"
"Oh my God, do you ever shut up?" Pogue exclaimed, finally losing his patience. "No one cares about the origin of the fork or some random scientist that no one has ever heard of. We get it, you're super smart. Congratulations, want a cookie? You don't need to bombard me with useless factoids that have nothing to do with anything or go on random long winded tangents. Guess what Hannah, no one cares. I don't care that you happen to be an expert on Frankenstein, I didn't ask for your help or for you to even come over here. I don't need you or your help, so why don't go and work on your costumes or play whatever nerdy pathetic things you obsess over."
Pogue immediately regretted his rant as soon as he was finished, especially the stiff and shocked reaction Hannah had to his words; her mismatched eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. The other students in the library had stared at the two, amazed at his outburst and who would actually say those things to the resident genius. A few of the meaner spirited classmates snickered and felt that it was about time someone said something to her but he knew that he had crossed a line.
With his many spats with Kate, he was prepared for tears and other things girls did to make males feel terrible. He was surprised when all the witch did was take a deep breath, get up, and walk out of the library with her head held high. He was confused at the mild reaction but counted himself lucky she didn't want to make a huge scene like Kate would have.
Pogue would learn that no reaction was the worst type of reaction.
A/N: ooOoooo Pogue's gonna get it! No rage like nerd rage, right?
I want to say thank you to Alex, guest, and everyone who has continued to give me support and patiently waiting. It's very much appreciated and I am honored you haven't given up on me.
Sorry this update has been such a long time coming.
Here's a list of reasons for my suckage about updating.
1. I got a promotion at work (yay!) so that means I have a lot more responsibilities that prevent me from writing as much as I would like to. Word of advice, don't become an adult. It's a trap! (Ackbar voice)
2. I'm super stumped when it comes to my muse and writing this fic. I uber wanted to do a multi-chapter update but my muse's ADD has totally scratched that idea. I know I promised Caleb was next and he is but not for another chapter because I didn't just want her to jump from guy to guy. Hannah isn't that type of girl. lol So I figured a one chapter update was better than waiting for my muse to get her butt in gear. (Imagine me pulling my hair out and loudly asking my brain why it's failing me while I sit in front of the computer)
3. Otakon has come and gone so my life revolved around cosplay for a while and that has also delayed chapters. Sorry but I have many nerdy loves in my life. I hope you all can understand.
If anyone cares, I met Jason David Frank! Squeeee!
Enjoy the update!