Bite Me

“I'll text. I'm sure it's fine. I'm feeling a ton less run down than I was before,” she said, digging through her overnight bag.

He watched as she propped her leg up on the end of the bed and began to roll one stocking slowly up her leg, smoothing as she went. She was watching him, he realized. And she was taking her dear, sweet time in order to give him a show.

Slowly, her eyes never leaving his, she adjusted slightly, sliding her skirt up her thighs. Then she rolled the other stocking up with equal care, but he didn't give a damn about that. With her skirt hiked up, he caught several enticing glimpses of pink lace that he was definitely looking forward to examining more closely. “When do you need to leave?” he asked, scooting toward the edge of the bed to get up.

Her eyes moved to the bedside table and widened. “Oh shit! Now. I didn't realize how late it was!”

Magnus looked down at his lap, and then sighed. “A bit naughty of you to give me that little show knowing you had to leave, wasn't it?”

She held up her hands. “I swear I thought I had more time. You know I don't like to start anything I can't finish. I'm so sorry!”

“Mm,” he said, eyeing her. “I had plans that involved both of us finishing. Multiple times. Instead you're leaving me in a bad way, love.”

A slow smile moved across her face and she murmured. “You're right. It was very naughty of me. Maybe I'll let you punish me later.”

“It's official,” he groaned. “All the blood is gone from my brain. I've got all these visions of you turned over my knee, now.”

As she slid on her shoes and picked up her purse, she said, “I think I'd be interested in exploring that.”

Magnus looked down at the erection tenting the sheets and said, “You're killing me here, Caroline.”

Her expression pained, she kissed him goodbye. With a quick wave, she hurried toward the door. “I'm sorry! I have to go. I'll text you later!”

He slumped back against his pillow, wide awake and so erect he was throbbing. Throwing the covers back, he moved toward the bathroom. The thought of taking matters into his own hands was less than appealing. He sighed. Nothing like a cold shower to start the day.

****

His eyes roamed the kitchen. He was looking especially forward to cleanup being over tonight. Caroline had gotten the 'all clear' from her physician with regards to her iron levels. While Magnus didn't look at Caroline as a food source, per se, there had been something incredibly intimate about drinking from her. It moved something inside him. Or it had until she'd passed out and scared the shit out of him. But, that would no longer be an issue, thankfully.

He was just glad that she enjoyed it too. It made him feel less strange about the whole process. The truth was, he had no idea what he was doing. Or if this was even normal. He hadn't dated a human since he'd transitioned. She'd never dated anyone who was Transfigured. This was a learning experience for them both.

“Magnus,” a tentative voice broke into his thoughts.

He looked up from the pot of stock he'd been pouring into a storage container to see his sous chef hovering close by, the tiniest of smirks on her face. “Yes, Veronica?”

“The stock is all out of the pan. You seem... a little distracted. Would you like me to finish supervising the clean up?”

Fuck. How long had he been holding the empty pan? Frowning, he set the pot down and said, “I've got a lot on my mind with the party and all. You know how I hate these bloody things.”

“I'm going to take a wild guess and say that your mind was nowhere near the party. You kind of had a dopey grin,” she teased, taking the tub of stock and putting a lid on it. “The same dopey grin you've had for the last few weeks, actually. I'd say you have a lady friend but I don't know when you'd have the time.”

He did his level best not to acknowledge her, but failed miserably because she gasped.

“Ooh! I was right! How do you find the time? You're here like, fourteen hours a day.”

“Remember the discussion that we had about boundaries?”

“Vaguely. So is it someone from work? I'm the only woman in the kitchen besides Gretchen and Courtney. They're both married.”

“Leave off it,” he groused.

“Ooh. I bet it's that curvy blond from the bar. Am I right? I saw her sneaking out of the walk-in the other afternoon,” Veronica guessed, watching him carefully.

“I said, leave off it!”

“She's cute,” Veronica said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Magnus rolled his eyes at her and asked, “Want me to pass her your number? I don't know if she plays for both teams but I could find out if you like?”