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His breathing was labored, each breath drawing ragged bits of air through his lungs, which felt as if they were filled with molten lead. Their magic was merging so rapidly now, flowing in and out of each other, moving at will, that he didn’t even make an attempt to halt it. There was no sense in trying to keep their energies apart when they so clearly were meant to be together, at least in that moment and time. Instead, Thomas simply swallowed, trying to slow his beating heart before it burst from his chest, and gazed down at Teyha sprawled beneath him, her thighs spread wide in acceptance of their need.

From the moment he met her on that dirty street, he’d wanted this to happen, this woman to be his in every sense of the word. Now that it was here, something they both wanted, he hesitated. This was a moment they would both remember forever, a union of their magic, their spirit, and their bodies, and he wanted it to be memorable for her. He bent down and kissed her tenderly, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away, and smiled. “I will be gentle” he murmured before he dipped his head and nipped her shoulder lightly at the same time he moved his hips forward, brushing his hard shaft against her core, letting it slide through her wetness without penetrating.

He rubbed against her again and again, letting the sensations of their pleasure roll through him, light moans and whimpers escaping his lips with each rocking motion. When he’d finally had enough, he shifted to his knees and moved his hands down to her legs, slowly pushing them up towards her chest. Looking at her, he lined his shaft up with her molten core and slowly began to slide inside of her, pushing until he felt resistance. Bending down, he captured her lips again as he pulled back and then suddenly thrust forward, pushing into her fully with a slight popping feeling. The tightness of her passage surrounding his manhood was almost enough to undo him in that moment but he held steady, resting inside her while they kissed. As he regained control of his senses, he began to rock his hips, slowly moving inside her, their coupling begun.
 
The moment could not be any more perfect. In Teyha's mind it was something from a fantasy, far too good to every be true. Every part of them was sliding in place, uniting to become one in this moment, and Teyha could feel every bit of Thomas' desire surging through her. She would never have guessed the the kind man who brought her off the streets that day would so quickly work his way into her very being, and become such a natural part of her survival. A man who she had assured herself was too powerful, too rich, too handsome to need a tiny and shy girl like him for anything more than amusement... Yet here he was, posed over her, their clothes in heaps around the room, their bodies about to join, and Teyha could not wait. Her legs moved slowly, encircling Thomas as he made his promise to be gentle with her.

"Don't be." She whispered as he rubbed himself against her. She whimpered softly in pleasure as he ground his body against hers, sending the glorious pleasure running through her so all she could do is pant and enjoy it. He slid across her time and again, Teyha's body tensing slightly from the brief waves of bliss. "Bite.. Scratch... Thrust..." She moaned, "Promise me you wont hold back, not for a second." She begged as he drew his hips back, and slowly lined up with her, pushing in slowly as Teyha grinded her teeth in pain. He pulled back, and leaned down to kiss her, his hips rushing forward to slam into hers.

She cried out against his lips, groaning in pain as he ground his hips with hers, clearly enjoying the pleasure their union brought. He stretched her painfully, his massive manhood filling up every bit of her, and slowly he began to move, sending mixed sensations of pain and joy through Teyha until she was moaning into Thomas' lips desperately, her fingers tangled in his hair. Her hips bucked up to his, and she wanted, so very needy, so desperate...
 
Her words caused his heart to stutter for a moment, the realization that she had just given him permission to enjoy their first time fully sinking in. He moaned into their kiss in response then pulled back and stared her in the eyes. “I promise” he murmured before kissing her again. Her groan of pain from the thrust that took her virginity almost made him pause in his movements but he remembered his promise and quickly continued, long slow strokes sending his hard shaft between her legs, the skin of his legs scraping against her inner thighs.

Soon he had a rhythm going, drawing moans from her with each thrust, his sensitive manhood penetrating her deeply in tune to them. The feeling of her legs wrapped around his hips, her bucking up against him each time, threatened his control but he would not lose it early. He’d waited for this moment, wanted this to be perfect, and he would maintain. Reaching out to his magic, he pulled it hard against them, using it to cover them in a brilliant blue glow. The power sank into him and he used it to strengthen his control, allowing him to breathe a little easier. Breaking their kiss, he moved his head to the side, dropping down to kiss her neck, then bite it gently. His teeth and lips moved up her skin then back down, licking, kissing, and nipping with each small movement, wanting to taste her skin as much as possible.

He pulled back further and moved his mouth to her shoulder, biting it gently as he began to thrust his hips harder and faster, his strokes rocking her against the couch as he speared into her again and again. Sweat had sprung up over his entire body, coating him in a light sheen as he slowly fucked her, allowing his body to rub against hers more easily with each thrust. A moan escaped his lips as he bit her again, his control beginning to slip. He could feel the pressure building, knew he was getting close, but wasn’t ready to let go yet. He bit her again, sucking lightly on the red area afterward, concentrating hard on pleasuring her to the fullest.
 
Teyha's no longer virgin pussy clenched and strained to accommodate her new lover, adjusting to his size, how it filled her unlike anything else in the world had. She whimpered slightly to him, and arched when he began to move, a shudder of sensation running through her that threatened to steal away her breath. Suddenly, the world was bathed in blue, and it was as if she was staring up at the sky, flickers of her white magic blowing across like clouds, perfectly suited together. The pleasure of bonding in their spirits washed down to their physical forms, and brought with it more pleasure, and more life. Never had Teyha felt such an ecstasy wash over her, flowing as if it were joy itself through her.

Her hips bucked up into his, inexperienced with such bliss, but craving so very much more. "Thomas..." She would whisper in passion, tasting the name on her tongue as he pushed into her again, and again. She tensed back, and arched wonderfully, exposing her neck further to his bites and licks, begging him for more.

He gave it. He gave her more and more until the pleasure consumed her, and her magic sparked as if it were lightning around them, alive, reflecting her bliss. "Thomas!" She cried again, his name fading away as she crashed into orgasm. Her womanhood clenched him tightly, pulling and clenching, begging for his seed. "Please..." She whimpered. "Fill me up..."
 
Thomas felt the sensations crash through their magic before he saw it, sparks of energy shooting through the halo of energy that surrounded them, sending tingles of pleasure throughout his body. He moaned softly from it and continued to move inside her, loving the feeling of her hips thrusting against his, sliding him deeper each time. When she cried out his name, her voice resounding throughout the room, he sped up just a little harder and felt her climax wash over her, the sensations burying her in molten pleasure

Their combined energies went haywire, fueled by her release, and sent him into frenzy. As he felt her tight passage clamp down on him and the magic roared throughout his body, he pumped into her again and again, his hips slamming hard against hers until he could hold out no longer. With a loud guttural moan, he slammed his hard cock into her one last time and arched his back, his body trembling as his muscles clenched and he began to cum, spurt after spurt of his hot seed flowing into her, fulfilling her wanton plea.

When the magic finally began to dissipate and his body slowly calmed, he leaned down and captured her lips with his, his shaft still buried inside her. He kissed her for a moment then pulled back and nipped her chin, staring down into her lovely face. “Teyha” he breathed, still trying to catch his breath. “Oh Teyha” he murmured again. Finally, unable to hold himself up any longer, he rested his body lightly on hers and buried his head in her neck, sucking softly on her skin.
 
They crested together, crying their lovers name as passion claimed them, and their hips met as Thomas emptied himself deep in her body, filling up her stomach with his seed. Their magicks, fueled by intent, had sealed off any chance of pregnancy long before they began, needing neither Teyha nor Thomas to actually seek out the spell themselves.

Slowly they came down, panting and exhausted. Thomas drew her in close, and their lips met in a tired passion. Thomas hipped at her chin lightly, and pulled himself up, a joy on his handsome face as he smiled down at her. Elated. "Thomas." She whispered back, and her fingers found his, squeezing lightly as she luxuriate in the bliss that came after orgasm.

After a moment even resting on his elbows proved too daunting for the man. The force of their lovemaking, the emotional release of claiming this girl as his own, crashed in around him. He laid down lightly on her, every line of their body pressed softly together. He sucked and licked on her neck as he rested, panting just as hard as Teyha. "Stop it...." She groaned, too tired to move away. "Thomas... That tickles!"
 
Her words drew a chuckle from his lips, because they were so not what he expected to hear after the fiery passion they had just shared. Lifting himself up on his arms again, he gazed at her and smiled. “Tickles? I think I’m wounded” he teased. “I thought you’d like that.” He bent down and nipped her neck in response before slowly sitting up and pulling off of her. His rapidly shrinking manhood slid out of her loins, causing a shiver to roll through his body. He reached down and pulled her up and into his arms, turning her so her back nestled against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled her neck and simply held her, relishing the feel of her soft supple body pressed up against his.

Now that their passions had settled a little, he was suddenly cool. Goose bumps broke out over his skin and he glanced at his clothes strewn across the floor, his shirt torn into shreds by their magic. Reaching out for that same magic, he latched onto it and wove a warm blanket of energy which he placed over both of them, tucking it in around their bodies to create a cavern of warmth that they shared. He placed a nip on her neck as he nestled her close. “Teyha” he murmured. “That was…..simply wonderful.” He meant it too. He’d wanted Teyha the moment he saw her, and brought her to this point, but what just happened between them was something created by both. Something he looked forward to many more times over their future together. “Let’s rest a bit” he said “and then we can talk about the future.”
 
Teyha laughed as well when he nipped her neck again, and she tried to slither away from him, feigning a frown. "I can't help is my neck is ticklish!" She laughed, sighing softly as he pulled his deflating length from her. She could feel the oozing of his cum dripping between her thighs, a warm moist feeling. She shifted slightly, and smiled up at Thomas again, her lips seeking out any bit of skin, desperate to touch him.

He settled a blanket of magic over them to shut out the cold, and Teyha sighed, curling in closer to his body. She glanced over at the clock, taking a brief note of the time as Thomas whispered to her quietly. "The future..." She murmured, before something occurred to her. She half sat up on the couch before realizing she couldn't move with Thomas on her. "The seamstress!" She gasped. "She'll be here soon, and we're naked in the living room!"
 
It felt nice, simply resting on the couch, Teyha wrapped in his arms, the feel of her skin against his still highly erotic, even after everything they just shared. Their magic seemed sated too, now calm and smugly satisfied, as if their magic knew this would happen all along. From the way it still mingled together, teasing along their skin, he didn’t doubt it. Magic was an odd thing, sometimes having a mind of its own, as had so clearly been demonstrated recently.

When she moved against him suddenly and mentioned the seamstress, he started laughing and couldn’t stop. The image that brought to mind, of the two of them tangled up together on the couch, their clothes strewn everywhere, discovered by the kindly old seamstress was just too funny to resist. “Oh god, you’re right, she’d probably have a heart attack! Can’t have that” he said. With a sigh, he lifted off of her and slowly moved to a sitting position. Grabbing his clothing, he slid what he could back on. Holding up the shirt, he laughed again. It was nothing more than strips of cloth barely held together. “I think this one is kaput” he murmured. Glancing over at her with a sly look on his face, he added “but it might make good restraints.”
 
Teyha couldn't help but to stare at Thomas' hysterics, and she laughed too, imagining the older woman pitching a fit to see her boss and his new charity case laying together on the couch, obviously fresh from immediacy. Teyha helped Thomas dress, a smile on her lips as she worked with him. He held up the ruined shirt, and she flushed. "Restraints?" She squeaked, remembering her own fantasy, the bound hands, the bites. "Well... We'll see." She said after a moment, picking up her clothing to slide and wiggle back into place.

She finished securing her belt and pulling the shirt back over her head when she turned to Thomas, smiling gently. Her hand sought his, squeezing lightly as she wandered forward, and leaned up, her lips brushing under Thomas' chin in a light kiss. "And I thought our future was decided." She murmured, planting more light kisses to tease him, knowing he couldn't act until the seamstress had come and gone. "I will stay here. Your friend... Your student... And, your lover."
 
Thomas got a mischievous grin when Teyha squeaked the word “restraints”, a blush blossoming across her cheeks. He laughed lightly, reaching out and cupping her cheek after she said she’d see. He loved that about her. For all of her fear, she was a curious sort and he could work with that. Leaning forward, he kissed her lightly and placed the shirt in her lap. “Why don’t you keep that until the day that we need it?” he asked, grinning again. He watched her wiggle into her clothes through glazed eyes, his arousal still strong even though they’d just coupled.

Her light kisses were torture given his current state and he contemplated locking the seamstress out with magic and taking Teyha again, hard and fast, perhaps against the wall this time. In the end, though, he decided not to. It could wait until later. Her words, when they came, brought a smile to his face. “Thank you” was all he could manage to say in return. It was what he had hoped for, and desperately wanted, but he wasn’t sure if she still wanted to do it. As he leaned in for another kiss, a knock came at the door. “It looks like the seamstress is here” he murmured against her lips. “Let’s see what she brought.”
 
Teyha leaned eagerly into the kiss, tilting her head slightly to the side to meet him, and just as it began a knock sounded. "A moment more..." Teyha whispered back, lightly kissing him, exploring his lips with hers while her fingers wound in his hair. All too soon they parted, and Teyha went to the door, smiling when she opened it for the elderly woman.

"Well good morning!" The woman told Teyha cheerfully. She smiled up at Thomas as well, not seeming to care in the least that he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Word has already taken across the city you know." She told him as she stepped inside. "Of you taking in a little orphan girl, you should have known it would.... Taking her to a fine cafe' when she is straight from the street." She chuckled softly, as she started towards the stairs, murmuring to herself softly. "I heard you didn't even clean your plate.... That wont do girl, that wont do. Thin as a whip. It's no good to be so tiny."

Teyha followed silently to the stairs, leading back up to the bedroom to try the clothing on in private. After each set she'd step out again, to show off the clothing, and the seamstress would fuss over details, the way the ribbons were tied, to the way the shirt flowed over her body. "No no!" She'd laugh, "Wear this higher, or you will ruin your curves."

In the end, Teyha had a least a half a dozen jeans in a dark wash, 'Makes her look taller' the woman explained, as well as two in white, that only thinner women seemed to pull off. None of the dresses she made went past Teyha's knees, and clung tightly to her, accentuating the delicate flow of her body. Evening wear, formal wear, casual and even lingerie, it was all taken care of, in Teyha's favorite colors. Deep purples, blues, reds, steely grey, black and white. Not a pink or yellow to be seen.

"It's all lovely." Teyha told the woman after nearly an hour of changing and modeling the clothes. She changed into her favorite out fit, a long purple dress built much like a shirt, with black legging. It was simple, a solid piece of material with black scroll-work down the side, and a deep v-neck that she only barely felt comfortable with wearing. "Is this okay?" She asked Thomas, meeting his eyes shyly. "I hope I didn't waste your money..."
 
He grinned at her words, glad that she wanted to continue the kiss for longer. The door could continue to knock for all he carried. The touch of her lips to his was far more important in the grand scheme of things. The kiss continued, light and teasing, their lips tasting each other eagerly. Desire for her still simmered right below the surface but he held it in check since the door was still being insistent in its knocks. There would be time later for more fun between them. Of that, he had no doubts. When they parted, he watched with surprise as Teyha was the first to the door, opening it to reveal and elderly woman. He recognized the seamstress he had hired to make Teyha’s new wardrobe.

The words started flowing the minute the old woman walked through the door and Thomas had to laugh. He should have known she’d be an old bitty, her nose to the gossip wheel, gathering all the dirt. It didn’t surprise him though. He was well known in town and he had taken Teyha to a popular café, where he’d recognized a few of the other patrons. No doubt at least one of them saw him with a beautiful young woman and made the leap to naughtiness. And here he was, standing behind Teyha without a shirt on. Lord knew what the rumors were going to say now. Mind you, they’d all be true but that was beside the point. As the seamstress badgered Teyha about her eating, Thomas stifled a laugh. Looks like there was a mother in the house!

Both he and Teyha followed the woman as she walked past them, her arms full of new clothes. Up the stairs she went, pushing into Teyha’s room as if she owned the place, dumping the clothes on the bed. She shooed Thomas back down the stairs, telling him that “the girl will be down to show you each outfit good sir. Now get out from underfoot.” Chuckling, Thomas went back down to sit in the parlor, the smell of sex still noticeable in the air. Or perhaps that was just in his mind. Either way, it was a delicious smell.
True to the woman’s word, Teyha came down with each outfit change, showing him what it looked like. The woman fussed over her something fierce, which was kind of nice to see in an annoying sort of way, and each time Teyha trundled back upstairs to try on the next outfit. When they got to the lingerie, the seamstress wouldn’t let her come downstairs to show him that, muttering that “some things were better left as surprises.” Thomas cracked up at that comment. Nothing fooled this old bitty, nothing at all.

When they were finally done, Teyha had a new wardrobe with all sorts of different clothes. Thomas couldn’t wait to see her in all of it again and he could wait even less to take it all off. Just the thought of her in the sexy lingerie was enough to get him aroused easily. When Teyha came down for good, she was wearing a simple purple dress that hugged her slender curves quite nicely and black leggings. At her question, he smiled. “It looks ravishing on you” he murmured, standing and walking towards her. Reaching out, he brushed her hair off her cheek and traced her chin lightly, desire in his eyes. “You could never waste my money. What’s mine is yours now” he whispered into her ear before standing and stepping back. Turning to the seamstress, he thanked her formally. “Payment will be sent to you straightaway” he said. She nodded and told Teyha how beautiful she looked before departing. As the door clanged shut, he turned to Teyha. “Now, whatever shall we do?” he said, his voice teasing lightly.
 
The seamstress gave one last knowing look to the pair before closing the door behind her, as if she knew precisely what relationship they held now. Teyha's cheeks were flushed red by the end of it, and she started to look away, a brief flush in her cheeks. Thomas traced along her cheek, dipping down to run the tips of his fingers under her chin as she shivered slightly.

She smiled slightly, and leaned against him, feeling the comforting way his body pressed to hers, her soft curves against his muscular body. She sighed, and tiled her head up to meet his eyes. "As much as I would like to say we should go upstairs..." She whispered. "I need an identity." She told him, taking his hand lightly to draw him to the couch where they had made love only an hour prior. "The whole city knows about me now, there will probably be pictures at some point, gossip... Sure, my figure has changed this month since I ran away, and I cut my hair and dyed it black... But it'd still be easy for me to be recognised if word ever reached my home that I'm here." She said softly, a frown on her lips as she sat, leaning back to stare up at the ceiling. "Legally, I can't be here. If I'm ever found, I will be taken back there... so... I need a new name, somewhere I lived, a legal age... I have to have a new me so no one will find me, and I can stay with you." She told him softly, and finally met his eyes, her hand squeezing his tightly, and she trembled slightly. "I don't ever want to be found here."
 
Thomas watched the seamstress’ mischievous grin, a sparkle in her eye, and he almost laughed, knowing exactly what she was thinking. He wouldn’t deny it if asked though he knew she never would. One didn’t question a man like Thomas, not if they valued their place in society and this seamstress was no fool. She’d make more money off the clothes he bought then she would for months off any other job. He saw Teyha look away, a flush to her cheeks, and he frowned a little, wondering if she was ashamed of what they had done. He felt her shiver from his touch then lean into him, her body molding to his. The feeling was nice, better than nice actually. It felt like she belonged there, against him all the time.

When she looked up at him and spoke, he smiled softly and let her drag him to the couch, the one that brought back fond memories of earlier. Her words began to spill out rapidly, her thoughts turned to sentences and her body fidgeted a little. Nervousness played across her face then fear and finally hope. “I know a man in town who can help us, I think” Thomas said. You didn’t get where he was in life, with his kind of wealth, without having come into contact with some seedy individuals at one time or another. “He works with documents, passports, driver’s licenses, that sort of thing. I believe he’ll be able to give you a new identity for the right price without any problem.” He paused, thinking about the man and wondering if he could trust him and deciding that he could. Thomas had used his services in the past and the man knew not to cross him. “We can go now if you’d like.” He wouldn’t call ahead since this business was best done unexpectedly.
 
Briefly Teyha tightened her hand over Thomas', her face lighting up when he said he knew someone who would help. Fear faded, and she leaned her head against his shoulder with a sigh, "Thank you." She whispered, turning to kiss his cheek lightly. She just enjoyed the few moments here on the couch, edging in close to him, their fingers laced together. "Yeah..." She said softly and reluctantly pulled away to stand, raising her hands above her head in a brief stretch.

She moved slowly away. "I'll get a jacket, then... And you should put on a shirt." She told him with a grin, pointing to his chest. She ran her fingers through her hair once, her expression softening some. "We don't want the entire city to know what we do here, do we?" She asked softly as she started towards the stairs. "Personal business, it's embarrassing enough that the seamstress knows..."
 
Thomas grinned when Teyha appeared somewhat flustered at the thought that others might learn about their intimacy. He knew the seamstress would never say anything, her financial livelihood being at stake, but he also knew that the more they were seen together in public, the more folks would wonder and eventually rumors would start. The idea didn’t bother him at all though. Thomas liked being well known in the town, it helped him get what he wanted when he wanted it and having an air of mystery about him always helped.

He headed upstairs quickly and grabbed the first shirt he saw, heading back downstairs as he slipped it over his head. Taking Teyha’s hand, they headed out, locking up behind them. He mentally set the wards on the estate as they got in his car and drove into town. Thomas weaved his way through traffic until he’d entered the warehouse district, pulling up in front of a non-descript building. “Follow me” he said to Teyha as he exited the vehicle and headed for the door to the facility. As soon as she was at his side, he opened it and slipped into the darkened warehouse, making his way towards the back where he knew his contact would be. Emerging into the light, he stood in an open doorway and saw the man. “Rogan” he said. “I need your help.” The man stood up and looked out, a smile breaking across his face. “Thomas! How good to see you. Come in, come in.” Thomas took Teyha’s hand and pulled her in with him, pointing her towards a seat. He took a moment to size Rogan up, noting that the man hadn’t changed much since the last time he saw him. Standing about 6’4”, all hard muscle, hair and eyes both brown, the easy going smile still in place. Thomas reached out and shook his hand before taking a seat. He began to explain what they needed.
 
It took Teyha a moment to pick out the long back coat she wanted to wear, and she slipped it on leaving it unbuttoned to show the rich purple garment under it. Thomas grabbed her hand once he was dressed, and pulled hr after him, to his car. She sat easily and let him hurry them through the town.

He drove them to a warehouse, and Teyha looked around with a cautious expression. It was something she would expect from an old mobster movie, meeting a shady contact in a place like this. She wondered just who it was Thomas planned to meet, and what kind of connections he had with a place like this. He led her in easily enough, as if nothing about this bothered him. They went to the very back, to an open door, to a man that Thomas introduced as Rogan. "Hello..." Teyha whispered, and quickly took the seat that Thomas pointed to, all tense nerves and jerky motions. 'What do I expect?' She mocked herself. 'That he'll pull out a gun and start making his own demands? Be serious, Thomas knows this man. He wouldn't bring me if he wasn't trustworthy.' She reassured herself... But the thought didn't help her relax, if anything she sat stiffer, her face a stark shade of white.
 
Thomas explained what they needed, leaving out most of the pertinent details and sticking only to the basics, fully expecting Ronin to keep his mouth shut and not ask any questions. Ronin dealt in new identities, papers, and information, and he wouldn’t have stayed in business this long if he hadn’t known how to keep his mouth shut. To be safe though, Thomas used a little magic when he talked to him, letting it seep into his body and discourage him from asking anything that wasn’t needed to do the job. When he was done, Ronin nodded. “So you need a full set of identification and a back story for your young guest.” He grinned a little as he said that, his eyes flicking to Teyha and running over her before looking back at Thomas, the grin fading when he saw his glare. Ronin sat up straight immediately and cleared his throat. “That’ll be no problem, Mr. Kincaid.” He paused, thinking. “For a back story, I’m thinking something along the lines of the daughter of a friend of the family, sent to you to help get her settled in to the city. You would hire her as a special assistant, to help you with your many tasks, which would keep her by side all most all the time. I could have the papers, and everything else you’d need, within a couple of days.”

Thomas eyed Ronin, letting his glare continue for a moment, to impress upon this man that Teyha was not someone that he could have. Finally he nodded. “That would work fine. No one locally will question it and it will pass muster with the law.” As soon as Ronin had said the words, Thomas knew he suspected something was going on between the two but he was smart enough not to bring it up. The mage stood then, holding out his hand to Teyha, to draw her up along side him and nodded to Ronin. “I’ll be back in two days. You’ll receive compensation when I receive the documents.” Ronin stood and nodded in return, then shook Thomas’s hand. “Pleasure doing business with you again, Mr. Kincaid” he said. Thomas nodded and then led Teyha out of the warehouse and into the sunlight again. As soon as they were safely aware from the area, Thomas pulled the car over and turned to Teyha. “We have some time to kill now, before we need to start on your next lessons. What would you like to do?”
 
Teyha had the urge to cling tightly onto Kincade, wanting to slide from her plush chair to hide behind his. His friend, Ronin, looked her over with that she could only call a suggestive grin, and the young woman wondered if her choice of an outfit was entirely too revealing for this particular trip into town. She wanted to cross her legs to deter his eyes from probing where they didn't belong, but as unfamiliar as she was with the feminine move she was more likely to give him a long and very good look at the flimsy piece of string that passed as underwear for women her age. Instead she kept her legs pressed firmly together, and held the edge of her dress down with clenched hands, preserving whatever modesty she could have in an environment like this. She ducked her head, letting the dark curls obstruct her vision while Kincade and Ronin worked out the details of her new past.

When he was done, Kincade stood, and Teyha jumped to her feet, still notably nervous and uncomfortable. Thank you." She told Ronin with a slight smile. She shook his hand as well, a brief clasp before she turned around and bounded after Thomas, much like an excitable puppy after its owner. She buckled herself in, and leaned back with a sigh before laughing softly at Thomas. "Next lesson?" She teased. "All I have done with my magic is seduce you." She pointed out. "Unless all you want to teach me is how to please you." Teyha joked as she stretched. "Us." She corrected under her breath with a slight grin,
 
Thomas could tell that Teyha had been nervous back there in the warehouse, uncomfortable with the scrutiny that Ronin had given her. Truth be told, he was a bit irritated with it himself and not just because Teyha was his. Too much interest in Teyha but a man like Ronin was not a good thing and for the first time, Thomas wondered if he’d made a mistake going to him. The man had always been loyal to Thomas in the past but he was a criminal and could only be trusted so far. Thomas would have to keep a close eye on him.

Glancing over at Teyha, he grinned. “Damn, you figured out my diabolical plan! Now whatever will I do with you” he said in return, his words also a tease. He softened them more by reaching out and squeezing her hand lightly. “Just so you know, though, I’m not complaining about the seduction.” He leaned over and captured her lips with his own, letting the kiss heat up a bit before pulling away. He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face and studied her. “Today we’ll work on shielding, so you can block your thoughts and strengthen your protections. Would you like to take a walk in central park first though?”
 
Teyha grinned back, letting any thoughts of Ronin flee her mind. "Tie me up and never let me out of your sight?" Teyha suggested in a tease, even as her cheeks heated slightly at the image of being held hostage by the handsome man next to her. She glanced out at the city, watching in wonder at how much more inviting it looked now that she was here with Thomas.

She let him direct them, and lounged back, luxuriating in the comfort of the drive. "Central park sounds like fun." She agreed, flashing him a bright smile. "Maybe get something to eat there? I stormed out of breakfast.." She reminded him softly, glancing over timidly before wringing her hands in her lap. "I'm really sorry... Thomas. I got so scared my head left me there for a bit, and without warning I spun around and did the opposite of everything I said I stood for."
 
Thomas almost wrecked the car when Teyha’s words reached his ears and he turned to glance at her, marveling at how her innocence was slowly slipping away. The blush he found on her cheeks warmed him inside, the knowledge that she found that image exciting causing his arousal to flare slightly. She was truly beautiful, in her own waiflike way, and he was happy she’d finally agreed to stay with him. The idea of many more days with her was something he found quite appealing. “That sounds like a lovely idea” he said, his voice a little husky.

Turning the car in the direction of Central Park, Thomas navigated traffic with ease. He was at home in the city, thriving off the vibrant energy he found here, but he also loved the park and all the natural beauty it brought. Walking among the trees and visiting the lake that existed there brought peace to his soul on his worst days. They finally reached the park and Thomas pulled into one of the more remote parking lots, coming to a stop. He turned in his seat to face her and smiled. “There’s a quaint little restaurant in the park that we can eat at – it has tables on an outside veranda that overlooks the lake. Very romantic and peaceful.” He paused, consider her last words. “Apology accepted Teyha. It happens to the best of us and only makes you human. My human.” He added the last part with a light chuckle.
 
"Ahh!" Teyha yelped when the car swerved, and she grabbed onto the edges of her seat sharply, giving Thomas a wide eyes and startled glance. "It was a joke." She told him sullenly when she heard the husky tone creeping into his low voice. She couldn't stop the flush though, nor the way her lips curled up into an amused smile, her eyes shining. "Besides, I am very good at getting out from being tied up, my friends used to make a game of it."

She paused a moment to recall her old friends, growing very quiet as they pulled up to the park. "It's lovely." She said after a moment, and reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt. She climbed out of the seat and scanned the park for a moment, her eyes closing so she could enjoy the subtle smell of the outdoors, instead of the stuffy fumes of the city. "Careful." She laughed, and glanced at Thomas with a grin. "I'm the daughter of a family friend." She told him in false smugness, her head held high in mocked primness. "You wouldn't want my father to think you were coming onto me, now would you Mr. Kincade?" For the final part of her performance she raised a brow in mock horror of the scandal, managing to hold the expression for a brief second before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
 
Teyha’s reminder of the role they were supposed to be playing, even if done in jest, was made very clear and Thomas’s smile faded, his head nodding slightly. “Quite right, my dear. I mustn’t forget that, at least not when we’re in public.” He stretched as he stood by the car, arching his back, his tight muscles slowly loosening. Glancing around at the trees surrounding them, he soaked up their natural beauty and the fragrant fresh air that assaulted his senses. He loved being outdoors though he wouldn’t want to live outdoors all the time.

As he fell in to stop beside her, Thomas reached out and brushed some hair away from her face. “So, tell me about these old friends” he said as they walked towards the restaurant. The diner in question was a quaint little place and he was well known here. They reached the door before she answered so he added “when we reach the table” to his previous comment. A hostess met them at the door. “Why, hello Mr. Kincaid. It’s a pleasure to see you again. Would you like your usual table for yourself and your lady friend?” The hostess smiled at Teyha as she said it. Thomas nodded and they were led through a crowded dining room and out onto a private veranda that overlooked the lake. It was beautiful there and was a favorite spot of Thomas’s. When they sat, menus placed in front of them, he gazed out over the water, watching a number of ducks swim by. “I find this place so peaceful” he murmured, his gaze focusing outward.
 
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