That evening, the distant rumble of thunder was approaching fast. Summer showers were in store.
June's head hit the pillow with a relieved thud. She was exhausted and couldn't wait to get some sleep. A long and hopefully uninterrupted sleep. Rick seemed to understand. He knew bringing out the witch took a lot out of her, and yet – for some reason - tonight he seemed a bit restless.
Once they had turned off the lights, it was not long before he cuddled up behind her and began kissing her neck.
"Rick, please…tomorrow," June slurred.
The room was inky black, too dark even for shadows. For shadows, there needed to be some light.
In his own mind, Rick knew he should let up for now. For whatever reason, however, he simply wanted to feel June's warmth against him. The aura of power that somehow always radiated about her figure made him feel secure in a way that only he had managed to provide himself up till now.
She was dark and strong and she was all his. Well, June was at least. The unpredictable entity within was volatile, ethereal and intoxicating…and yet it came with the June package. But she – it – was a monster. A danger from which he sought to rescue the human side of June.
And yet the thrill-seeker, soldier side of Rick was ever captivated by this dangerous side of the woman lying beside him.
But was it even possible to have June without Enchantress? They were merged. One being. How could they be anything different?
Just then, a very loud clap of thunder sounded seemingly not far away from where they slept and Rick nearly jumped. To his surprise, June did not stir.
As if on cue, the rain began to pour outside in an apparent cloudburst. The lull of the rain, which usually soothed Rick into sleep, was doing little for his curiosity at the now still form beside him.
"June?"
No answer.
Just as he reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, a hand caught his own.
"No," stated June in a heavy whisper, as if her throat was already thick with sleep.
Leaving off the light, Rick turned back to face his bedfellow as two hands came to caress his face before his mouth was assaulted by lips and tongue.
In the back of his mind, Rick lamented pressuring her to do this when she was so tired. At the forefront of his thoughts, however, he was expectedly delighted.
In no time, June's lithe form was atop his own and she soon replaced her mouth's hold on his own with feather kisses down his bare chest. Her breath was hot and comforting, her hair giving off an interesting scent. Like ginger or some other spice. New shampoo, perhaps, Rick thought, recalling how she had showered just before getting into bed.
His thoughts really lost their track when he felt June take his waistband between her teeth. How did she go from fatigued to ablaze in a matter of moments? As he reached up to stroke her hair, the woman before him clasped his wrists in her hands as if slapping him away.
The mood tilted a bit as June managed to pull down his boxers with her teeth. Not only was this out of the blue, it was unusual for June, who was typically shy about using her mouth for anything besides kissing.
In the back of his mind again, Rick's logical brain was urging him that something was off. And yet something – something was overriding this voice, telling him not to care.
June's breathing was heavy, almost erratic, yet quiet. He could barely hear her over the next thunderclap outside and the heavy torrent of rain – as she slowly took him in her mouth.
The combination of pure euphoria and urgency simmering just beneath the surface – urgency that something was very off – was just bizarre.
"J-June," he stammered, inwardly berating himself, "You don't have to…if you're tired…"
That was when the woman at his waist gripped his wrists harder, complemented by an increased pressure on his flesh against her tongue. The fact that she was leaning on his knees, rendering him unable to move easily and forcing him to feel every movement of her mouth was a little maddening.
As much as Rick's reasonable side and primitive side struggled for dominance, the soldier side realized one thing: June had never, ever been this enthusiastic. This aggressive, in bed. It wasn't her and yet he couldn't get enough of it right now…
It only took a minute or so longer before Rick's breathing joined June's as he approached climax. Soon enough, his hips bucked and the weight on his lower half let up a bit, the warm wetness slipping off his arousal…
Somewhat disillusioned by the teasing, Rick opened his eyes for the first time as the strong grip released his wrists and his hands instinctively reached out to tangle themselves in June's hair….
It was at about the same time that Rick's fingers picked up on the too-long tresses of hair as two fiery eyes blinked up at him from the darkness.
Outside, the lightning flashed, showing the true face before him. Languidly, she held a black finger to her lips as the light disappeared and the thunder crashed overhead.