Modern Magic

[Firegirl976]

Catrina

OOC: Catrina is Faculty and one of the Higher ups at that

IC: I looked up at Lancaster and meowed before standing on my hind legs and placing my paws on his shoulder rubbing against his neck affectionally. I gave him a quick lick on the cheek then proceeded to sit back down and act bored, Allowing the glow to dissapear from my coat. Couldn't give away too much to quickly I thought to myself. I looked into his eyes and thought of my own little one at home, Cleo. A sharpwitted manx with a nack at channeling energies. I decided to send him one last gift disguising my mind voice I sent him a simple phrase while looking into his eyes "Animals speak if you listen."

 

[Song]

"Yes, it's mine," she replied, stepping slightly into the room. "May I have it back? It's somewhat important to me."

Jessica stood with her back to the door, hands behind her, holding the doorknob. She slowly closed the door, making a barely audible click.

"Oh, and as long as I'm here, I suppose I should make a report--someone has been "peeping" into the girls' locker room. It doesn't bother me, but I imagine that some of the other girls wouldn't like it too much. I have a natural scry-sense and it gave me a warning yesterday afternoon. I didn't follow the signature back to the person--I guess I should have. I thought you guys had that area proofed against peepers?"



[Edited by Song on 03-15-2001 at 12:44 PM]

 

[Vivid]

David

David Greys, head of security, felt a slight trickle of sweat form on his forehead. He swallowed hard.

"The showers? Yesterday afternoon?" he confirmed, his voice cracking slightly. "We've recently had a security officer revamp the permanent scry wards but she may have missed an area. There are always spell hackers out there. We can't be too careful. We're having someone take care of that.
I hope you didn't find the situation too embarassing. I could see about getting in touch with the police if you deem necessary."

"Such a beautiful bracelet," he says turning both attentions to the jewelry. "It looks antique." He rose from his desk, approaching her slowly. He held the clasps at either end and extended his arms. "Is it an heirloom?" he said offering to put it around her wrist.

 

[Song]

Jessica

"Yes, it is. It belonged to my mother, as well as several other women in my family's history."

Jessica appraised David as he drew near to her. Once again she appreciated his well-formed body, not to mention his quite handsome appearance. He held out the bracelet, offering to put it on her wrist for her.

Gracefully extending her hand, Jessica smiled a thank you and waited for him to latch the chain. As his hands brushed her arm, she suddenly felt the same deja vu feeling that she'd had yesterday. She looked up at him with an almost quizical look on her face.

 

[Vivid]

David

David was as gentle as he could be, especially with an heirloom. He was close enough to smell her. A light deodorant, no perfume. He was glad. He clasped it closed and smiled.
"Again, I do hope the incident in the shower yesterday wasn't too awkward."
He looked up at her and saw the expression on her face. His eyes betrayed a hint of fright. But he kept calm. "May I have your name, umm, for the report?" he looked into her eyes. He couldn't tell the color in this light. Even in their questioning there was warmth.

 

[Song]

Jessica

"No, it wasn't too awkward. Like I said, I don't mind... I'm just concerned about other girls who might. Did you need me to sit down and make a written report, or will it just be handled informally?"

Jessica noticed that David was very delicate with the bracelet--she wouldn't have expected such precision of movement from such large, strong hands. She noticed that his fingers lingered on her wrist for a few seconds after he was done securing the clasp.

"Did the person who found the bracelet leave his name? I'd like to thank him. It's a very important piece of jewelry to me, and whoever found it and turned it in really deserves something nice for being so honest."

 

[Vivid]

David

A heat pulsed through him when she said "something nice". Perhaps it was his imagination but her voice had become lower, sultry.

"Well, to be honest," he said tentatively, hopefully, "I was the one that found it." He looked for her reaction. "While visiting a student in the dorms. You might recall our, um, first meeting?"

 

[Song]

Jessica

She cocked her head slightly. "You found it? Oh--it must have fallen off yesterday when we ran into each other." Jessica smiled up at David. "I guess I should thank you, then."

Jessica stood up on her toes and gave David a gentle, soft kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she said in what was, indeed, a sultry tone.

Something about him was particularly attractive to her--maybe it was the combination of maturity and self-confidence that the guys her age just didn't have. Or maybe it was just simple looks--she wasn't above admitting that she often had...simple motives.

"Now you're supposed to say 'You're welcome...'"

 

[Vivid]

David, here goes

David felt her lips on his cheek. They were warm and soft, her mouth had parted slightly and a cool spot of wetness followed when she removed her lips. His eyes were still closed enjoying the sensation, the smell of her hair. Remembering her touch, the feel of her skin he felt fire. Pure. Hot.
His eyes opened quickly, he was sure he couldn't hide the desire there.
He stepped toward her, determination in his gait. He reached for her with a strong hand, outstretched to grasp and hold. Before it fully encircled her arm he caught himself. Changing from the predatory stance he hadn't known he took he lowered his gaze to her bracelet; forced his eyes to soften. "You're Welcome." he said softly determined to master the heat.

 

[Song]

Jessica

Jessica hadn't expected such a powerful response from her playful kiss on the cheek. For a moment, David had shown an intense desire--and then he choked it back, hid it away as was appropriate for someone in a position of authority toward a student. But Jessica had seen it, nonetheless.

The way he'd reached for her wrist--hungrily, controllingly--startled Jessica, but as soon as he actually touched her, it became gentleness and caring. This combination of power and softness intrigued Jessica. Quite a bit, in fact. *Quite* a bit.

His hand still on her right wrist, she reached with her left hand, touched his fingers. Then she traced a path up his arm, over his shoulder, to his neck, cheek, and then onto his lips. Looking up at his eyes she saw surprise; she saw desire battling for control with propriety.

As far as she was concerned, there was no turning back now. He was interested in her, she in him. Hell, this suddenly had gone beyond "interested in" and moved to "wanted, badly." "Appropriate student-staff" behavior be damned--here was a gorgeous, strong *man* interested in her. What could he do that the "boys" she usually dated couldn't even begin to try?

Jessica's finger moving away from his mouth, she leaned up and gently, carefully placed a soft kiss on his lips. When the reaction she got was...favorable...she kissed harder, mouth slightly open, lips grasping for each other, moist, warm. And then, mouth open even more, her tongue traced the inside edges of his lips, then traced his teeth, until it met his tongue, the two intertwining, playing with each other, for what seemed like an eternity...

 

[Vivid]

David

David took hold of Jessica's upper arms, her toned muscles soft under his grip. He was going to push her away, really he was. But he found himself returning the gentle touch of her lips with his own.

While the kiss remained deep and soft his hands moved to her back, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest. Her gripped the flesh of her back through the sports bra, massaging her well-formed muscles.

She whimpered her approval.

His hands trailed down her back, to her buttocks. He traced where he knew the tatoo was; where he had seen it only hours before and traced over it lightly with a finger, following it in.

He traced the top of her shorts, the elastic stretching to accomodate his finger. He felt the very crest of her butt cheeks and the valley between. He slowly trailed his figer over her tatoo.

 

[Song]

Jessica

David's hands on her back were warm and sent a thrill all the way to the base of her spine. When he started moving them downward, her passion erupted even further. As his fingers found the chameleon permanently inked onto her skin, she grabbed the front of his shirt for support.

Jessica broke the kiss, looked into David's eyes. He was still having an internal war between what he thought was right, and what he *wanted*. Well, Jessica knew what *she* wanted, and she was damned well not going to let him back down now.

Her lips moved back onto him--onto his neck, starting softly and then getting harder, culminating in a small bite. He wasn't expecting that! His hands dug into her buttocks, squeezing, and he gave a small gasp. He reached up with one hand and grasped her chin, as if he was asking why she thought she could get away with that! She gave him a look that said, "Because I'm a girl, silly!" in response. Her hands moved up to his chest, feeling his strong, full muscles. They found the two softer, sensitive spots and began to trace small circles. As his nipples grew firmer, she pinched, slightly at first, and then suddenly hard, as if she was testing to see how far he'd let her go. His hands quickly moved to her wrists--now that he was committed to this path, it was no longer her game to control.

 

[Vivid]

David

He grabbed her wrists, the momentary and erotic pain already fading. His eyes eyes almost verbalized "If that leaves a mark...." He pressed her hands to his chest, crushing them to his flesh. With his hands above hers he squeezed, showing her just how hard he liked it. Harder even, than she was pinching.

Leaving her hands there, squeezing just right, he trailed his touch over her bare arms. His fingers traced the underside of her breasts, held close by the stretchy fabric. Even the thick material couldn't hide the nubs of hard flesh that grew as he lightly stroked. He was maddening in his softness.

He could feel her hips press against his. She could easily trace his erection and she was dancing a slow circlular gyration, paying particular care to stroke it fully with the crotch of her shorts.

His gaze locked hers and stayed steady as he leaned in and bit, capturing both of her lips between his teeth. Biting just until she gasped then taking them into his mouth.

With one swift motion he grabs the hem of her sports bra and yanks up. He allows her to stop grasping the muscles of his chest to pull the bra over her head.

Her breasts were beautiful the hard nipples beckoning to be pinched, licked, and bitten. A quick glace to make sure the door was locked and he flung the bra to the floor, a familiar, hungry look on his face.

[Edited by Vivid on 03-15-2001 at 09:48 PM]

 

[Song]

Jessica

David pulled off Jessica's top, freeing her breasts and exposing them for his pleasure. The expression on his face was one of a man who sees something he wants and intends to take it.

He put one arm behind her back for support, and with the other he raised her chin, exposing her neck. With lips, tongue, and teeth, he traced a path from her neck, down the center of her chest, and then to one side. Finding her firm nipple with his mouth, he ever-so-lightly flicked it with his tongue. Jessica started to moan quietly. She grabbed at his shirt, fingers digging into his chest--apparently a bit too hard because he broke contact with her breast, took her wrists, and put her hands behind her back. Then, he went back to her nipple with his teeth, biting hard enough to make her gasp and cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He moved to her other breast, this time gently, playing with it with his tongue and lips, sucking, making her moan ever louder.

David let go of her wrists and pushed her toward his desk. He generally kept the surface of the desk clean, and he took half a second to move the few items out of the way. As he pushed her back so that she was almost, but not quite sitting, she almost frantically worked on the buttons of his shirt. When she got the last button, she pulled his shirt off and smiled in admiration. Having learned her lesson, she very carefully, gently took one of his nipples in her mouth, applying pressure with her tongue. David moaned and pushed his pelvis hard against hers.

 

[Vivid]

David

The friction against his erection isn't strong enough. He grabs Jessica by the hips, lifting her bodily from the desk. Her mouth releases his nipple, and she almost has time to form a pout before his lips lock with hers. He grabs either side of her lycra shorts.

A forceful tug and the elastic of both her shorts and her panties glide over her flesh causing her to gasp. She feels the cool air on her naked flesh as the garments drop to the floor and he lifts her out of them. He allows her a moment to realize she's fully nude and he's almost fully dressed.

David sits in the guest chair - a good, solid piece of furniture. Sliding his hips forward he pulls her down on top of the buldge in his dark slacks. The smooth fabric is pushed by his shaft into the opening of her sex, clinging and sliding inward. She moans heavily as he slides her front and back, her juices soaking into his pants.

She plants her feet on the ground and takes over the bump-and-grind motion. It feels good to have this naked coed desperately grind herself into his cock.

David moves his hand to the junction of their bodies. Slipping them inbetween, he coats his fingers with her warm wetness. He spreads her fluids over her clit, elliciting excited squeals and moans as his fingers work her flesh. She continues to grind into him as a sharp gasp tells him he's found her 'button'.

Her clit is a hard pearl buried in her flesh that he rolls quickly between his fingers as she continues to stretch herself over his clothed body. With one hand still rolling her into oblivious pleasure he places the other palm down over her pelvis and dimples the skin with pleasure. If he does it right her can stimulate her G-spot against the pelvic bone. Her delighted moans let him know he's doing it right.

Panting in short breaths now, she pushes hard against his body. Her hips are frantic, with a fire of their own and her chest heaves with her breath, tits risig and falling. She places a hand on her head and her fingers trail through her hair as she gasps into her arms.

With an intense, shocked look on her face she bends at the hips and grips at his chest with her nails. He keeps his fingers moving as she grunts her climax into his chest and neck. Her grip is strong as her nails threaten to break skin. David pinches her clit hard and she yelps erotically, convulsing her body upwards and releasing his chest. He lets his fingers subside and she colllapses onto his bare torso, enjoying the subsiding orgasm.


[Edited by Vivid on 03-15-2001 at 10:35 PM]

 

[Song]

Jessica

[OOC: I was getting ready to go to sleep--have to get up early for work and all that... Oh, my, but I'm terribly glad I didn't. Now it's my turn... <G>]

Drained, Jessica looked up almost sleepily at David. Now the look on his face was one of pure, straightforward lust. This, Jessica knew how to deal with.

Gathering her strength, she stood up, took her weight off of David's lap. Bending at the waist, buttocks exposed so that he could grab and hold as much as he needed to, Jessica once again took his nipple into her mouth. She licked her way over to his other nipple, gave that one some brief attention, too.

Then, she kissed, licked, (gently!) nibbled her way down his torso, to his navel. While she was making slow circles with her tongue around his bellybutton, her hands were undoing his belt and pants. He kicked off his shoes, and she pulled off the rest of his clothes. "Oh, my, this was going to be nice," she thought. What a perfect, perfect man. All proportions were exactly what they should be--not so large as to be overdone (or be uncomfortable!), but big enough to...be enjoyed.

Her tongue made ever widening circles around his navel, until it almost touched his erection. Then, in tiny licking motions, she moved down the outside of one thigh to the knee, back up the inside, up to his bellybutton, and repeated the same thing on the other leg. By this point, David's hands were grasping the arms of the chair, knuckles white, and he was moaning quite prettily...

Then, she barely touched the tip of his shaft with her tongue, flicking, pressure getting harder and harder as she circled around the head. Mouth warm and moist, she slowly took in the whole head, then slid her lips almost to the base, until he was almost entirely in her mouth. Now his hands moved to her back, grasping, kneading. Up and down the shaft with her lips and tongue, faster and faster until his grip tightened almost unbearably, and then slowing, teasing, making him wait. His hand moved to the back of her head, grabbed her hair, and the slight movement of his pelvis became hard and rhythmic. He was going to finish in her mouth, but that's not what she wanted.

She broke from his grasp, looked up at him with a wild look, and with one hand still on his erection, firm, steady grasp moving up and down, the other hand now grabbed *his* hair, and she kissed him hard, fully, hungrily.

Still kissing him, she moved back onto his lap, into the position he had her before--but this time there was no uniform in the way. He felt her warm wetness, waiting, open and ready, and he couldn't hold back. He grabbed her hips, thrusting her down onto him, piercing her, making her moan and gasp and grab for anything to hold herself up. She bit his neck, this time harder than she'd done before, and it just made him thrust more furiously, filling her completely, feeling her tightness surrounding him.

With one hand, he started touching her clit again, pushing firmly, rhythmically, in time with his thrusting, just like he'd seen her do yesterday in the shower. As she got closer to a second climax, he felt her tighten even more around him, which added to his own pleasure. Not yet--he wasn't going to finish yet--not until she did again. And then when he felt her pulsing around him, heard her moans and cries, felt her hands grasping his arms and back convulsively, then he let himself go. The waves of pleasure spread, one after the other, for what seemed like hours. It had been a long time since he'd been inside of a woman--not since he'd had his wife--and now he *truly* remembered what he was missing...

[OOC: *Now* I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Vivid. And thank you for a lovely evening...]

 

[Vivid]

OOC

G'Night Song. I had a most inspiring evening as well.

-Vivid

 

[Lemming]

Lancaster

OOC
Sorry for the late response... but sleep deprivation has kind of left me drained...

IC

My jaw nearly dropped at that. Telepathic communications in animals? This had been theorized, of course, and claimed by many, but never proven.

"I've been trying to listen my whole life, but you're the first animal that ever got through my thick skull, I guess." I smile at the cat, then scratch her behind the ears, thrilled at this discovery.

 

[Vivid]

David

David was stretched out as much as he could be in the chair. Jessica's weight was comfortable draped over his body. Her head lay nicely on his chest, right next to five clear, red nail marks. He was sure there was another five on the other side.

Jessica seemed to be content to be where she was. She was smiling. He didn't have to see her face to know that. It was in the way she breathed, the little noises she made against his skin. It felt good.

He put his hand on her hair, soft and fine, very much like his wife's hair was when he would reach down weekend mornings to find the source of the exquisite sensations.

He cleared his throat, "You wouldn't happen to have a talent for shapeshifting, or know anyone who does, would you?"

He was resolved that if she did he would tell her the entire plan and try to include her somehow in the final channelling.

[Edited by Vivid on 03-17-2001 at 10:09 AM]

 

[Song]

"Shapeshifting? No...I...no." Jessica started to pull away from David, but his hands caught her on the shoulders and held her in place.

"Why did that make you uncomfortable? It was just a simple question."

"No, I'm not a shapeshifter. I'm an empath."

David was startled--if she was an empath, then she must have sensed his discomfort earlier when they were discussing the bracelet and the shower. But she hadn't made any indication of such knowledge.

"It didn't kick in until I was about thirteen, and then it hit like a truck. Not only did I sense what the people around me were feeling, but their emotions *controlled* me--I had no emotions of my own. What others felt is what I felt. I couldn't control it--I couldn't think or act on my own or do *anything* that wasn't a direct result of someone else's feelings. My folks had someone come and put a block on it--you saw the chameleon sigil? This is one of the main reasons I'm here at this University--to learn to handle my ability. I don't have the power to remove the sigil myself, so it, and the block, will stay in place until I *do* gain the power or until someone else removes it."

David looked at her with a mixture of pity, relief, and hope--pity for her situation and relief for the fact that she hadn't sensed his discomfort earlier. A shapeshifter would be much, much better for channeling his wife, but if he couldn't find one, someone with this level of empathy might be just good enough.

Jessica continued, "But you asked about shapeshifting--I think that one of my professors is a shapeshifter. I don't know if it's supposed to be common knowledge, but one day I was trying to catch up to Mistress Catrina to ask her a question. I turned into the hallway where I had just seen her go--she wasn't there, but a *cat* was. And this was inside one of the main buildings--where animals (familiar or otherwise) aren't supposed to be.

"Why did you want to know about shapeshifting?"

 

[Vivid]

David

"This could work." he thought. Though I need to find someone with knowledge of wards, inscriptions, and sigils. He set the database to search.

David was tentative not knowing how she'd react. "I had asked about shapeshifting because such a person, I'm told, would be best at channeling my newly departed wife." He told her everything that had happened thusfar.

He chuckled softly. "My wife was an empath. But she didn't have a big problem receiving. It was her ability to send that got us into trouble sometimes." David had a far away look, and a small, mischievous smile.

 

[Firegirl976]

Catrina

I lean into the scratch purring deeply and thinking how sensual his fingers feel. I shake myself a bit and turn to walk away. "Be safe Lancaster", I send mentally "I will never be far from you." As I send this without turning around I add a brief mental caress, running my "Hands" down the back of his neck and allowing a small amount of pleasure to warm his mind, before I raise the window with thought and jump to the ledge. I turn around and grin ferally, "If you need me, remember the amulet." With that I jump out quickly before he can catch me and using a small invisability spell run off.

 

[Lemming]

Lancaster

After the cat left I just sat on my bed, stunned. The memory of the mental caress and the invitation to call on her when I needed her... Wow.

It took me a few minutes to remember to mentally shut the window. It took a few tries, distracted as I was. I turned the amulet over and over in my hands, trying to discern some clue from it...

 

[Song]

Jessica

Jessica looked at David with new understanding. No wonder he seemed so...needy. To lose someone that you loved as much as he did her...

"You loved her a lot, didn't you? Whatever I can do to help bring her back, even if just for a little while, I will do. Just tell me how I can help.

"You said that she had a problem with 'sending'? What did you mean by that?"

 

[Firegirl976]

Catrina

(What the hell is wrong with me??) I think this to myself as I wander over to my apartment once again in human form. I live in an apartment just off campus and I sigh deeply as I think of the stupid thing I just did. Checking my door for any sign of physical or magical tampering I open it and once satisfied that noone is in the apartment I close the door and go over to my small shrine in the corner. I kneel before it an look up at the statue of Baset that sits in the center. I bow my head to the goddess placing a small offering of wildflowers on the alter before going to the kitchen to get something to eat. I mull over the days events in my head and wonder a bit at my behavior. Al the times I had been to see Lancaster I had never gone in and certainly never spoken to him openly. An occasional walk in his dreams to give him a step in the right direction but other than that....the way his hands had felt running down my fur, I shook my head again and dismissed the image both of the sensations and of his eyes. I laughed a bit to myself, hell if I didn't know better I would think I was attracted to him. I went to the fridge and opened a cold cider, sitting on a kitchen chair and taking a large swallow. I remembered a year ago the last time he had been in my class and how he had blushed whenever I was near. I wondered if maybe he still felt the same.....Well, if he was going to talk to anyone about his little cat experience it would probably be me, I thought with a grin. After all who else in the school was an athority on ancient Egypt??