Caius D'Onofrio (poweroftheeye) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-02-13 19:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, caius, caius x reagan, reagan |
Who: Reagan and Caius
When: Sunday, Dec 3rd, middayish
Where: their house
Warning: NSFW
Status: complete
After he and Reagan had passed out in the wee hours of the morning, holding one another, Caius had one of the deepest and most restful sleeps he could remember in a long time. It was like everything that had been knocked off-balance inside of him was settling back into place, getting back to normal, making him whole again. If he dreamed, they were easy and light and floated gently away as his consciousness started to bubble back to the surface a little after noon.
They’d moved around some in their sleep, but hadn’t wandered far, and as he started to wake up, Caius found himself spooning Reagan, his arm wrapped around her waist. His hands throbbed dully from the burns, but it was much more muted than it had been the night before -- the salve was doing its job. Even if the pain had been greater, Caius didn’t think it could’ve deterred the wave of desire that rolled through him. Reagan’s body was warm and soft against his, her ass nicely fitted against his crotch, the smell of her hair filling his nose. He was back in bed with his wife, and gods did he want to make up for lost time. He shifted slowly so as not to wake her up too abruptly, moving his head in to gently kiss the exposed part of the back of her neck. In spite of the bandages, he slipped his hand upward to cup a breast through her shirt, his uncovered thumb finding the soft nub of her nipple to tease.
Reagan would have loved to say she slept better than she had in the last few weeks, but that simply wasn't the case. It was heaven to have Caius sleeping beside her now that his memories were back, but she still woke up at various times in the night, feeling hollow and empty. A couple of times she tried to conjure a small flame, or any semblance of magic, just to feel that familiar ripple through her body. But nothing had happened, leaving her feeling distraught despite her elation at having brought Caius's memories back to him. Eventually she fell back asleep, the exhaustion from the day before too much for her to fight.
When she woke again it was because of Caius's lips on her skin and his hand at her breast. It was a pleasant way to wake up after how she had spent so much of the night. It reminded her so much of the other night, when they had made love and Caius told her he wanted to come home. But it was better now as Caius was fully with her. Warm, lazy arousal started to pulse through her and Reagan shifted carefully until she was on her back and able to look at Caius. Lifting her hand, she slid it through his hair and drew his mouth to hers. She didn't care about bed head or morning breath or anything like that. She just wanted to kiss her husband and feel those emotions all over again.
Caius was more than eager to kiss her back. He did like slipping into her from behind sometimes, but sometimes face to face intimacy was absolutely necessary. This felt like one of those. He hadn’t been able to miss her for the past month, even if he’d been missing his memories, and Caius felt like he was getting hit with all of it on a delay. He’d missed her so much. He just hadn’t known it at the time. He kissed Reagan slowly, relishing every second of it as his body warmed up further. He’d gone to bed shirtless, but now he was wishing he’d left the boxer briefs off too. Slipping his arm more solidly around his wife, Caius gently nudged his growing erection against her hip while their lips moved together.
The way his kiss made her feel seemed to push all of her darker thoughts from her mind. This was all that mattered. This was what she wanted for the rest of her life. She had willingly sacrificed a part of herself for this, and for him, and she wouldn't regret it. Reagan moaned softly into his mouth and shifted more until she was on her side facing him, lifting one leg beneath the blankets to drape over his hips so she could feel his erection pressing against her intimately. She had been so afraid it would never feel like this again, but he was back, and he was hers. That's how it had always been and how it would always be. Reagan had only worn a nightshirt to bed, and she could feel him pressed against her, even through his boxer briefs.
He adjusted himself as she turned, and pressed in against her as soon as he could, his hand running over Reagan’s hip and down her thigh a bit as it settled against him. Caius had always loved how responsive she was, how eager to connect with him. After so long of being together, one might have thought the spark would die, but he’d never felt anything with Reagan except a need to have her that was still sometimes overwhelming. Aside from when his brain had been fucked with, of course, but that was over now, and he was right back to wanting every part of her. As things got more heated between them, Caius rocked his hips forward to rub himself against her.
He felt himself sinking into that wonderful warm place where he could relax and let his instincts take over. Delving his tongue into her mouth and stroking his hand over the curve of her ass, Caius felt his magic reach out to mingle with Reagan’s, as it always did when they started to get physically entwined. Only ... it felt different this time. There was no response, for lack of a better word. No hot spark of flame at the edges of his mind, no sense of her essence that went beyond even the love they had for each other. He only felt blankness. It threw him off, and Caius broke the kiss to crack his eyes open and look at her. “... are you all right?” he whispered after a beat. He was really trying to probe at her magic now, something he could usually feel if he really tried. “Something’s off ...”
Reagan opened her eyes when his lips left hers and she stared up at him, arousal muddling up her thoughts for a few moments when he mentioned that something was off. Of course it was. His magic had always triggered her own, especially when they were getting intimate. Reagan had always been able to feel it, and she knew Caius did too. But he wouldn't feel it now, would he? She certainly hadn't, though Reagan had been distracted by the mere feel of his hands on her body and his mouth against her own. It would be stupid to lie, and pointless. And frankly, Reagan was too tired to try. She studied his gaze, struggling to find the right words. But what were the right words in this kind of situation? "She was powerful," Reagan began in a whisper. "And her magic was entwined with mine, which is how I was able to successfully perform the spell. She knew I would banish her when I finished, so she threatened to strip my magic if I didn't stop the spell and release her." Pausing, Reagan shook her head slightly. "I couldn't do that. I needed you back."
For a split second, Caius didn’t know who ‘she’ was, but it clicked into place rather quickly. His thick dark brows slowly drew together as Reagan explained, his heart picking up speed. The ritual Reagan had done, it hadn’t been the one they’d tried together. Had she known the possible consequence? Magic always came at a price, and some part of Caius felt vindicated, like it had known there was another shoe waiting to drop. That feeling was drowned out by a slow-creeping sort of horror as he began to understand what she was really saying. “What do y-- ... are you saying Baron took your magic?” he murmured, staring at her with deep concern in his eyes. Caius hadn’t even known such a thing was possible, magic had always seemed so innate to him, stitched into the very fabric of a person. He couldn’t even wrap his mind around the idea that Reagan had done it for him just yet.
She didn't like hearing it out loud anymore than she liked feeling it. Or not feeling it, in this case. Abigail Baron had been strong, even in death, and Reagan had known as soon as she saw her in the cemetery that there could be potential consequences to forcing the possession. But she had been willing to accept them, whatever they may be, if it meant getting Caius back. Reagan tried to push out the words to confirm that yes, Baron took her magic... or destroyed it, Reagan wasn't really sure. But all she could manage was a small nod of her head. "You can't feel it anymore," she whispered. "I can't feel yours either, but..." But that was because she wasn't a witch any longer. She needed to just focus on Caius now, or Reagan knew she might break down completely, and that was simply not allowed.
Caius didn’t know how to respond for a long stretch of seconds. He was trying to imagine what it might feel like to be without magic, and he just ... couldn’t. He barely remembered how it felt to be a prepubescent boy before it all kicked in, magic had been such an intrinsic part of his life since then. It had always been an intrinsic part of Reagan too, but now it was gone. He retroactively felt a hollowness when he thought about the time spent without his memories -- this had to be a million times worse. And she’d made the sacrifice without hesitating, all for him. It put a tight band around Caius’s chest, and part of him wanted to shake her, demand to know why she’d done that, insisted there had to have been some other way. He could see the pain in her eyes though, and much more of him reacted to that. “Oh, baby, no,” he murmured, bringing his bandaged hand up to cup her face, his expression pained. “Oh gods ... Reagan, I ...” Words were failing him, so Caius just pulled her back in against him and held her tight.
Empty was really the only way Reagan could explain how she felt. It was impossible to describe what was missing, though she supposed Caius might understand it better than most. Her mother was going to completely lose her mind when she found out. Reagan was hoping that wouldn't be for a while, that she and Caius would still leave town for a while and Reagan could put off that particular conversation. Assuming the loss of Reagan's magic didn't change how Caius felt about her. Their magic had been so connected and intertwined that it was possible the lack of that bond would shift something between them. It was something she considered, but it had been too painful to give a lot of deeper thought to. Reagan closed her eyes and buried her face against his neck, unsure of what to say. A part of her wanted to apologize, another part wanted to cry and scream. But she felt a bit too numb to do much of anything, so she let Caius hold her, grateful that she felt comforted in his arms.
She didn’t have to say anything, or try to describe it. Caius couldn’t fully understand it, of course, but he did fully understand how much magic meant to both of them. He held onto Reagan, fingers moving up into the hair at the back of her neck, his thumb stroking behind her ear. His mind was getting over the shock and starting to race. If Reagan didn’t have her powers anymore, what did that mean for them? For their life together, her career? Was it irreversible? His brain latched onto that and started feverishly trying to think of how he could help her and fix this. Perhaps they could summon Baron back and find some way to pull Reagan’s magic back out of her. Or maybe drain magic out of some other witch? He’d never heard of something like this, and felt woefully unprepared for it. This fucking curse was never ending, it seemed, even when it was technically broken. Would they continue to suffer in one way or another for the rest of their days? He needed to talk to his father. This couldn’t stand, Reagan didn’t deserve this. He found himself getting a little emotional, and he pulled back enough to start pressing kisses against Reagan’s face. “I can’t believe you did that for me,” he murmured to her, his voice unsteady. “It’s not permanent, okay? We’ll find a way. You’ll be all right.”
Reagan couldn't think about the shop right now, and what it might mean if she couldn’t perform magic anymore. Belladonna would eventually cease to exist and that was almost as painful as everything else. It would be so easy to spiral into a really bad place, and Reagan was doing her best to stay away from the darker thoughts that tried to surface. Of course Caius was already thinking of how to fix it, how to help her. Despite the heavy mood, Reagan couldn't help but feel the warmth flood her chest as he kissed her face. As long as she had him, she knew she would be all right. She had to be. Opening her eyes, Reagan brought her own bandaged hand up to his face, cupping his cheek so he would look at her. Whether or not it was permanent, Reagan didn't know. But in that moment, it didn't matter. She needed him to realize she would do anything for him. Didn’t he already know that? "Caius, I love you. I've loved you since we were kids. You're everything to me. Is it so hard to believe I would sacrifice everything to help you? Wouldn't you do the same for me?"
Caius’s eyes were a bit watery, but he didn’t try to do anything about it. It was just such a shock, like hearing someone you loved had been struck blind or something. They’d overcome so much, but they obviously still had a rough road ahead. He huffed a little laugh that wasn’t actually amused at her words, gazing into her eyes. “That wasn’t ... I didn’t mean it literally,” he told her. The declarations were things he knew, but they still made his chest feel even tighter. “It’s just such a shock, Reagan, and ...” Was he worth it? The question stopped on his tongue, because he knew what her answer would be. The same as his would’ve been, if their positions had been reversed. “Of course I would,” Caius continued, softer. He pressed his forehead to hers for a moment. “I love you too. And I’m so grateful. And I’m going to make it worthwhile, okay? I’m going to help you.” He would fix it, but he already wanted to be careful not to make Reagan feel more broken than she probably already did. He kissed her gently again.
It was already worthwhile. She had Caius back, and he remembered her and loved her the way she knew he couldn't before. As much as it hurt, Reagan would take that over her magic any day of the week. She had no idea if he would be able to help or not, if this was something that could be reversed. If her banishment of Baron worked, Reagan was pretty sure her magic was gone for good. But she didn't want to say so and douse Caius's determination. She kissed him back, trying to keep her desperation reined in. "I don't want this to change how you feel about me," she said suddenly, though she kept her eyes clenched shut. "Our magic was always something that bound us together and now it's gone and... what if everything feels different?"
Of course that was what she was afraid of, and if he was being completely honest, deep down Caius was afraid of it too. Not that he would stop loving her -- that seemed completely impossible, he’d been inexorably drawn to her even when he didn’t know who she was -- but that things would feel different in the bad way. But they’d survived everything so far, hadn’t they? Caius had more faith in them than that, Reagan was as much a part of him as his own magic was. It was just difficult to silence all the sudden fear at once. He pressed a few more soft kisses against her cheeks and under her bottom lip. “Nothing can change how I feel about you,” he murmured. “I was falling in love with you even without remembering all our history. It probably will feel different, but it won’t be less. I love you for who you are, not what you can do.” He brushed his lips against hers again. “And I love you so fucking much, Reagan, you’re my queen no matter what.”
Reagan had faith in Caius, and in their relationship, but it was difficult to shut off the parts of her brain reminding her of all the bad things that could happen. She was not generally someone riddled with anxiety, but without her magic, she felt vulnerable and exposed. Like things could happen to her now that would never happen before, and that included Caius leaving her. He was drawn to power and strength and she knew those two things had been traits Caius loved and admired about her. What if he began to view her as weak? Normal. Reagan realized she wasn't giving him enough credit, that their history and their relationship transcended magic but she could help thinking he might start to see her the way she was beginning to see herself. Reagan slid her bandaged hand into his hair, keeping him close as she returned his kisses, parting her lips to taste him better. Maybe for the moment she needed to believe this would be okay.
Caius hadn’t had a lot of time yet to think back on how Reagan had handled him losing his memory. How patient she’d been. He knew she’d been suffering, and it made part of him livid that she was continuing to suffer. It also made him determined as hell to support her through this just like she’d done for him. It was what you did when you loved someone. Caius could see already that this would be incredibly difficult for her, and he was going to do his part. He kissed her back with feeling, dropping the words of reassurance for now. Their bodies were good communicators, and even if the magic had been drained from her, it was still Reagan. He slid his hand around to her back once more to hold her close. No matter what had been stripped from her, she was still his wife and he’d still missed her dearly. Caius wanted to be as close to her now as she felt up to being.
She could already feel the difference in how her body responded to him. The lack of fire rippling through her, not being able to feel Caius's power... it nearly made her weep, but at the same time, her body was still responsive to his, her chest feeling full and warm with love for him. It was different, but like Caius had said, not less. She could still feel the emotion in the way he kissed her, and how he held her close to him. They had worried that their love had been fabricated by a curse, but throughout all of this, her feelings for him had never changed. Not once. Reagan wore panties under her nightshirt and she let go of Caius long enough to reach beneath the blankets to tug her shirt up so she could push them down her hips and thighs. It took a bit of wriggling and maneuvering, but she managed. With those out of the way, she rolled onto her back again and drew him in close to kiss him, wanting to still feel his body against hers as she slid her hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Since she was taking her panties off, Caius helped tug her nightshirt off as well. The kissing had stoked his arousal again, and he wanted to feel as much of their skin together as possible. They needed to be as connected as they could get. Caius rolled with Reagan and settled between her legs, his upper body weight on his elbows and his mouth covering hers once more. He gave a soft moan as he felt her hand dip into his boxers, and he broke the lip lock enough to kiss his way down her neck. There was definitely something missing, the fire-heat and headiness of their magic mingling together, but he was pushing that away to focus on her. Reagan needed him, and he wanted to be present for her more than anything. Caius dipped his head further to catch one of her nipples in his mouth to tease it, then came back up to her lips, hungry for all of her.
It was becoming easier to lose herself in this, to shut off her mind and just give herself over to the intensifying arousal inside of her. The feel of Caius's mouth on her skin, and the way her thighs cradled his body. Reagan absolutely needed him, and she needed this. There was a part of her that was desperate to let go of whatever control she still had over her emotions, to take what she needed to forget all of this, even if it was only temporary. It angered her on some level that she felt so on edge and lost. Caius was back and they were making love again as two complete people. It should be languid and slow and soft, but she wasn't feeling any of those emotions. There was sadness and uncertainty and desperation in the midst of the fire Caius was stoking between her legs. She kissed him with growing intensity, both hands impatiently pushing his boxer briefs down his hips. Reagan never stopped kissing him, even when it became harder to breathe. She craved the connection. Needed it.
Even if their magic wasn’t in tune anymore, Caius still knew Reagan more intimately and thoroughly than he knew anyone else in the world. He could feel the desperation behind her kisses, the urgency in the way she touched him and pulled at his remaining clothes. He shifted his bottom half around and reached one hand down to help, Reagan’s need enhancing his own. If he couldn’t feel her through magic, he was dying to feel her in all other ways. As soon as his boxer briefs were down around his knees, Caius repositioned himself with the underside of his cock pressed against Reagan’s pussy. He rocked his hips only a few times to spread the wetness there around a bit before he pulled back and changed the angle to start pushing inside of her. Caius tried not to rush, but he didn’t go too slow either, sliding his cock into her warmth in one smooth stroke.
There was a feeling of immense relief as soon as Caius was buried inside of her, and Reagan released a soft sigh, her hands pressing into his lower back as her body adjusted to his size. Her hands were still slightly sore beneath the bandages, and the faint sting of pain combined with the sensation of Caius's cock sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She could feel the intoxicating heat overwhelm all of the other lingering emotions, which was exactly what she needed in that moment. Moaning his name, Reagan brought her hands up to clutch the back of his shoulders as she lifted her hips to his, encouraging him to move. Her mind and heart wanted to take this slow and just sink completely into him, but her body had other plans. She needed something to fill the emptiness, something to make her forget everything. Caius had always been good for that, whether they were officially together or not.
Gods, he loved it when she moved against him like that, and clung to him like he was the only solid thing in the world. In moments like these especially, he felt the same way. Reagan was the only person he turned to for comfort or love or to ease his rare moments of self-doubt. She was the only one he trusted with his entire being, who he loved without expectation or conditions. She was his soulmate, his ride or die, his everything. Caius tried to project that to her as much as he could, to put it behind the motion of his body as his spine rolled and he started to thrust. The pleasure itself was incredible as always, but the overwhelming love he felt elevated all of it. His breath caught as her body clung tight to his cock, his hips rocking against her as Caius built up a rhythm. He didn’t want to go too fast and come too soon, but gods it was hard not to just fuck her with abandon already.
Reagan thought she might drown in him, just cling and never let go. The passion and heat had overtaken everything else and Reagan couldn't bear to think about the feelings that would settle in once the pleasure faded and the sweat had dried from their bodies. Moving with him, Reagan clutched at his waist, drawing her knees up to pull him in deeper. If she had the breath to kiss him, she would have, but instead she arched her back, moaning his name again as he found just the right rhythm to get her blood pumping hot. Even if she couldn't feel his magic anymore, Reagan could still sense how he felt about her. Their bodies were still able to communicate in a way their mouths never could and Reagan could feel the emotion spread inside her chest. They hadn't lost that, at least. Reagan opened her eyes to peer up at him through her lashes. His eyes were dark, clouded with arousal. Gods, she loved that look.
Sex between them had still been good even without his memories, because they just had naturally good chemistry. But making love to his wife now felt like coming home. He knew her body almost better than he knew his own, they had developed their sexuality together, from those first fumbling groping attempts to the orgasm-marathons they sometimes enjoyed these days. Caius knew just how Reagan liked it, and he loved to give it to her. He got just as drunk on her pleasure as she did. Having to breathe himself, Caius kissed her face and neck here and there as he pumped into her, curling his hips in to hit at just the right angle. He let out breathy, helpless moans, the pleasure already giving his balls a delicious taut feeling. There was still a certain blankness to it, but he found that easy enough to ignore as he rooted himself more in his physical body and the sea of emotion he held for Reagan. Caius shifted one arm under her upper back so he could cup the back of her neck, gradually increasing his pace and the force of his thrusts as he got swept away in it all.
Caius always gave her something no one else ever could. Reagan had tried to find it elsewhere, when things with Caius felt hopeless, or he had begun dating someone else. Reagan had tried her hardest to find another who would fulfill her the way Caius always had, but it had been a fruitless search, but of course she had always known it was pointless, deep down. No one other man could coax this kind of emotion from her, could push her to the verge of release with a mere look. It hadn't just been the magic keeping them together. At least it hadn't been for her. Given the way Caius was touching and kissing her, she didn't think it had been for him either. But none of that mattered right now. His hips were thrusting at just the right angle now and Reagan was clinging desperately to Caius's body, her face buried in his neck to muffle her growing cries. Everything felt like it was spiraling and Reagan tightened her legs around him even as she jerked her hips upward, wanting to feel him as deeply as possible. She was already so close that Reagan could feel her breath catch in her throat when she finally exploded, her fingertips pressing into his flesh. A broken sob escaped her and Reagan shut out everything else to sink into the intoxicating pulsing pleasure that overtook her.
Caius had learned fairly quickly that sex with other women paled in comparison to sex with Reagan. The only person who’d come close to the same type of chemistry had been Zania and part of Caius suspected that had been because she was also a fire witch, at least in part. The best any other woman had done was ‘fine,’ and who would take ‘fine’ over this? Sex with Reagan fed his very soul, and there was nothing else that could compare. Caius could feel Reagan getting closer, her body tightening around him and her sounds getting louder as he kept up the hard, deep thrusts. His own edge was getting dangerously close, and when Reagan clenched hard around his cock, Caius made the decision to go with her. Ordinarily he would’ve drawn it out longer, held back to give her at least one more orgasm, but he was feeling desperate to share the moment with her as much as he could. He fucked her through her climax, breathing hard into her hair as his thrusts got more needy and unsteady. A moment or two later he was pushing in deep, groaning low in his throat as his cock jerked and released inside of her, a strong shudder running down his spine.
Caius's release only seemed to intensify her own. There was nothing quite like feeling his body tense against hers, those sexy, breathy sounds escaping his lips as he trembled against hers. Reagan held him, her heart pounding in her chest. Emotions were starting to overwhelm her all over again and she kept her eyes clenched shut even as she felt them start to water. Reagan wished it were still dark, but it wasn't so she kept her face pressed against his neck to try and regain control before they pulled away from one another. Generally she was very put together, could handle things just fine without giving anything away or losing control. But her axis had been tilted and now she didn't know what to do. "I love you," she murmured, loosening her legs around him so he had room to move.
Caius didn’t move far, just resettled his weight so he wasn’t crushing her. He kept their bodies close, sensing that Reagan needed a moment or two before they parted. Hands under her shoulders, Caius held onto her and slowly got his breath back. It hadn’t been the most acrobatic sex they’d ever had, but gods, it had been perfect. He was back, and he was whole, and Reagan had been exactly what he needed to fully feel that way. Caius just hated that this moment had been somewhat spoiled for them by that Baron bitch. If they managed to summon her spirit back onto this plane, Caius was going to make her suffer. “I love you too,” he whispered to his wife, turning his head a bit to kiss the side of her head. He wasn’t going to rush her, he was content to hold her as long as she needed. “More than anything in existence.”
Reagan appreciated the time Caius gave her to get a hold of herself. She wasn't going to start crying right now. Tears would not fix any of this. Caius loved her, with or without her magic, and that would get her through until they found out a way to fix this, if it could be fixed. Gods, it felt like they were always fixing something.She reached up to cup his face, drawing Caius's mouth to her own to kiss him properly. More than anything Reagan wanted to just stay in bed with Caius all day and ignore the outside world, though she knew it wasn't that easy, especially if their plans to get out of town for awhile were serious ones. "I want to get out of here," she murmured to him. "As soon as we can."
It was possible that what had happened to Reagan couldn’t be fixed, but Caius was determined to exhaust every option before he gave up. And even then he would never stop searching for alternatives. The world of magic was vast and complicated and who knew what had been lost through the centuries. They would find a way, somehow. Until then, he was going to treat her like he always had -- when he knew who she was, at least. Her magical flame might have been extinguished, but the fire was still inside Reagan. He just had to make sure she didn’t forget that herself. Caius kissed her gently back, then nodded a bit. “I’ll make the calls today, book us some tickets somewhere ... any particular urges on where to go? Tropical ... skiing ... Europe?” he murmured, arching a dark brow at her. Caius was more than ready to put Point Pleasant in his rearview himself.
Some part of her wanted to return to Anguilla, to start over in a sense. But that vacation had been special for obvious reasons, and Reagan didn't want to risk ruining it with another trip given her circumstances. "I'm going to pass on the skiing," Reagan said dryly, though her lips twitched with some amusement. "I won't lie, somewhere warm sounds nice right now, so maybe tropical?" She didn't care where it was, but the farther from Point Pleasant, the better. Then again, what if the heat bothered her now? It never had before, but Reagan had always known that was due to her element. With her magic gone now, what would that be like? Unwilling to put a lot of thought into it, she kissed Caius again. "Just tell me when and where, and I'll be ready."
Anguilla had crossed Caius’s mind as well, since it was a beautiful island and kind of special to them, but he had similar thoughts about souring the memory of getting married there. He would find some other suitable place for them to spend a long week or so and have a vacation. He was more than a little tempted to just book them a European trip for a full month, but he would miss the busy season, and most of Europe wasn’t too warm this time of year. He nodded slightly, kissed Reagan’s lips, nose, then chin. “I’ll take care of everything,” Caius murmured, meaning more than just the trip. He shifted a bit and reluctantly started to pull his body away from Reagan’s. “In the meantime ... I’m going to make you breakfast. In bed, if you’d like.” He gave her a lopsided little smile.
Reagan didn't care how long they were gone for. She had responsibilities here, especially with the shop during the holiday, but at the moment, she didn't honestly care. Emma was perfectly capable of managing the place for a bit. Reagan supposed as long as they were back in time for Christmas, her mom would mostly leave her alone. Her body instantly missed Caius's weight and warmth but she smiled at him and shifted a bit to sit up against the headboard. She lifted the blankets a bit to cover her chest before nodding. "Of course I'd like," she told him. "As long as you plan on joining me." A part of her wanted to get out of bed and help with breakfast, but she was feeling sated and lazy and maybe having a few moments alone would help her sort out her feelings long enough to put them aside for a bit so she could just enjoy the morning with her husband.
“Our first meal back together? Wouldn’t miss it,” Caius said with a faint chuckle. He got up and moved to find the underwear that had been discarded earlier so he wasn’t cooking completely in the nude. He thought about suggesting that Reagan come with him downstairs, part of him a little concerned with leaving her alone ... but it wouldn’t be for too long. And maybe she needed the time by herself. He knew he would have. Caius leaned over the edge of the bed to kiss Reagan one more time, smiling faintly before he straightened up and headed for the door, snagging his bathrobe on the way. Breakfast in bed, a leisurely morning making travel plans, then spending more time pampering his wife sounded like the best day he could manage. They would have to deal with the reality of Reagan’s lost magic sooner rather than later, but for today Caius just wanted to be with her.