"Out of the Frying Pan", Dresden Files (Harry/Ancient Mai) Title: Out of the Frying Pan Author/Artist: queenoftheskies Rating: R Warnings: m/f sex Word count: 1,321 Prompt: The Dresden Files (TV), Morgan/Ancient Mai: sex magic - “it’s the only way to get out of here” A/N: This is for March 15. Sorry for its tardiness.
"It's not my fault." Harry resisted the urge to follow Ancient Mai into the other room. He paced to the door that had slid shut behind them, wondering why the hell he'd been stupid enough to follow her into the ruins to begin with.
Because she had blamed him for the disappearance of one of the artifacts, of course. It was his opinion that the piece would show up in the Chicago Natural History Museum, or somewhere else in the world, though he realized, like she did, that it was possible a local magic user--operating under their radar--had found out about its significance and made it in ahead of them.
And closed them inside when Harry had insisted he could prove his innocence. He hadn't expected Mai to actually make him enter the ruins in order to prove it, though. Especially since the place was cursed.
Not that curses bothered her. Whatever she was, she seemed fairly to immune to them. What troubled him was that he was not, and the longer they stayed locked inside the dry lake bed ruins, the better chance there was the curse would affect him.
She was already out of sight by the time he entered the large main chamber of the dig. Though most of the treasures had been removed already, Harry could sense magical artifacts--some of them reeking of power--as of yet undiscovered. He guessed he could understand why Mai was antsy, though he wasn't sure why they still tried to blame everything magical in Illinois that went wrong, on him. It seemed to him that he'd proved himself over and over, until he was tired of jumping through hoops just to keep them from destroying him.
"Oh, Harry."
There was something about the too patient tone that troubled him.
Mai's voice tensed. "I'm waiting."
Harry scrambled through the room, around supports, over equipment left by the team of archeologists when they'd abandoned the dig. He wasn't quite clear whether there had actually been any evidence to support the theory that they'd activated a curse or whether someone on the High Council had pulled in favors from the mayor's office and gotten the project canned.
By the time she turned to face him, Ancient Mai had her shirt half unbuttoned, her bra and the smooth skin around it exposed. Try as he might, Harry couldn't turn away, couldn't take his eyes off the breasts that rose up beneath her see-through bra.
"Um, Mai..." Harry forced himself to turn away. "I don't think this is the time..."
"Do you want to get out of here alive?" Her blouse sailed past him to land on the antler of some god statue he'd forgotten the name of. "Listen."
He opened his mouth to protest, but then he heard it: the sound of rushing wind outside. Only, it wasn't wind. Not this far down in the... "Is that..."
"Water." Still as calm as ever. "Now, if you want to get out of here, shut up, get your pants down, and make love to me."
"But...I...I...but..." He could die now, buried beneath the water of the lake, or he could die later when Mai decided he'd tell what had happened between them in the ruins. "How did..."
"It's the curse, Dresden. Surely even your pea brain has registered that we're trapped in here. Something was bound to happen. Right?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"It's the only way to get out of here."
"Have you tried..." Harry pulled the drumstick he used as a wand from his back pocket.
"Look." Before he could blink, she was there, in a blur, standing naked in front of him. "Do you think I like this any better than you do?"
Speechless, it was all Harry could do not to drool. She was perfect in every shape, form, and curve of her luscious body. Of course, since she was a shape shifter and not confined to the form to which she was born, he guessed she could look however she pleased.
"I've spent a long time perfecting this form," she said with a pleased smile.
Don't think. Don't think. He'd wondered more than once if she was able to read his mind.
"Well?" She looked him up and down. "When do I get a peak?" She cocked her head, listened. "I hope it's not going to be long. Once the water reaches the halfway point, not all the magic in the world will reverse the curse."
Harry resisted the urge to turn away, but unfastened his pants with her watching. "What makes you think this will work?"
Mai grinned. "What makes you think it won't?" Her eyes dropped to Harry's crotch. "I've always thought you were only half a man. Maybe I've been right, Harry?"
"Now, that..." He wagged a finger at her. "Was uncalled for."
When his jeans pooled at his feet, Mai's grin deepened. The warmth of a flush crept into his cheeks while her eyes appraised him.
"No underwear." Her tongue slid out from between her lips. "That makes things much easier."
"Could we just get this over with?" Harry stepped out of his jeans, acutely aware of the erection that strained for Mai.
Faster than he could register, she had him on his back, her hands wrapped around his cock. For a moment, he was afraid to move, frightened at what she might do to permanently damage him if he protested. Not that he wanted to, not with her full hips straddling him, her firm breasts bouncing when she moved.
Relieved that he didn't shrink in her hands, he gasped when she stroked him, slid down his legs far enough to bend over him. Her hot breath made him tremble in her hands. She looked almost hungry, her eyes slitted just before she closed them.
The tongue that darted from her mouth wasn't human--but pointed--and yet it was warm and not the cold reptilian he'd expected. Warm and rough, it slid along the underneath side of his cock, from the base of his shaft to the tip, where she licked expectantly and was rewarded with sticky liquid which she took quickly into her mouth.
Her head tipped back; a tremor ran through her body, and Harry realized she'd hit orgasm without him. Before he had a chance to feel slighted, though, she impaled herself on his erection, again moving faster than he could track until he felt her close around him. He thrust up to meet her as she moved up and down atop him.
The shudder in her lithe body ran through him, driving him to orgasm as well. And, yet, lost in the pleasure, some part of him sensed the waves of magic that rolled out from them even as the first burst of water spurted from between cracks on the opposite side of the room. He struggled to rise; they had to find a way out.
But, Mai slammed him back to the ground and continued her ride. His orgasm ebbed and flowed as did the magic they generated. As one thrilled died, another rose to take its place. Her eyes grew wild. The charge that emanated from them lifted her hair on invisible wind that dipped and swirled around them, spreading out to spiral through the entire room.
Some part of him sensed her manipulation of the magic, felt her take the powerful energy and twist it into a spell she flung at the rising water. And then he was gone, lost in the paradise that was her...that was them.
Mai was already dressed and bending over him when he came back to himself. She watched him, not without pleasure, he thought, the ghost of a smile dancing at the curves of her sensuous lips.
"Come on, Harry," she chided and her grin returned. "Get your pants on. We've got to get out of here."