... (itendsinfire) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-12-13 12:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, caius, caius x reagan, reagan |
Who: Reagan and Caius
Where: Going home
When: Early, early Sunday morning, January 7
Status: Complete
Warning: Turns NSFW
Reagan felt… alive. She was so acutely aware of it now, in every cell and nerve of her body. Her magic felt like it had never left, and yet it tingled beneath her skin, deep in her core. She just wanted to use it, and she didn’t care what for. Maybe she would just set fire to everything on their way home. Watch this town burn.
She and Caius were in the car now, heading back to Black Cove. Reagan knew remnants of the coven’s magic would remain in town for quite some time, but that was okay. What they had done had not been done in centuries, and may never be done again. There may be a price to pay for it all, backlash to withstand, but Reagan didn’t care. She felt whole again. And now she could feel Caius in a way she hadn’t been able to in the past few weeks. It was like weeks of suffocating finally eased and she could breathe again.
Reagan had a small flame in her palm, the heat radiating pleasantly through her body. She couldn’t stop looking at it. Projecting her magic to help banish Baron had felt amazing, but she was still feeling insanely pent up, like she needed to do more. Finally tearing her gaze from the flame in her hand, she looked over at Caius. In the dim light of the car, he was gorgeous, dark in a way that heated her blood. “You were amazing tonight. No one in that room matched you. Not even the familiar.”
Caius was riding high on the night, the ghost of that feeling of amplified power singing in his veins. Just the memory was enough, or the magic they’d made had left some echoes bouncing around inside of him. It felt diffused into every cell, twining and playing with his own magic, making him feel pleasantly itchy everywhere. If Reagan hadn’t been in the car, he would’ve been driving with all of the windows down. As it was, he was just speeding a bit toward home, his hair still wild, sleeves rolled up his forearms, and blood still staining his hands and wrists. He still felt like the world was his bitch, that he could do anything. That he and Reagan could do anything.
He glanced over at her when she spoke, his teeth glinting briefly in the shadows. Caius tended not to brag, even though he felt like he had room to, but tonight he didn’t give a fuck about keeping up polite appearances. Not with his soulmate. “I know,” he said, relishing it as much as Reagan seemed to. “It was incredible. And feeling you come alive again ... I almost came, I swear to the gods.” Caius reached over the center console to put his hand on Reagan’s thigh. “You doubled the power in that room.”
Reagan snuffed out the flame in her hand and lowered it to rest over Caius's. The fact that she could feel his magic now was exactly what she needed, maybe more so than her own. Their magic had always bonded them deeper than anyone else could possibly understand. Reagan knew Caius would have loved her even if she was never able to retrieve her magic, but she also knew there would always be something missing, and that would hover over them like a dark cloud. But now she felt whole again, so they felt whole again. Curling her fingers around his, Reagan wished they had been alone in his house after the fact. For as much as she hated his home in Overlook, for so many reasons, it had been difficult not to fuck him right there on the floor where they had banished Baron. "I felt you first," she murmured. "As soon as my magic was back, before any of the others. There's no way any of this would have happened the way it did without you there. No one else in that room could have done what you did."
Reagan’s hand was warm over his, a small detail of a change that meant so much. He knew she couldn’t stand the cold, and now she had her inner fire back to keep her warm. The few hard kisses they’d exchanged before getting in the car didn’t feel like enough now -- he couldn’t wait to get her home and out of her clothes to really feel that fire. Everything was back in balance between them, back to that perfect equilibrium of forces between them that kept them drawn together. He wasn’t surprised to hear that his magic had been what she felt first, he’d been projecting a ton of it, and they were just tuned into each other like that. “Agreed,” he said with a light laugh. “It was a group effort, but I was meant to lead it.” Caius thought maybe Shayna Mae O’Reilly could match him in power, but perhaps part of that was just the mystery around that woman and her family and familiar. It would be an interesting head-to-head, that was for sure. The rest of them? Not so much. “Did you notice the McCarthys didn’t even thank me?” He huffed and shook his head.
Reagan laughed. "Caius, they probably blame you for their son being in that position in the first place. But let them deal with it. They're lucky you didn't have Sebastian arrested for assault or attempted murder. Hopefully what's happened is in the past now. I don't want to deal with any of them for a long time." She was grateful for everyone's help, she truly was. The coven was something special. But she couldn't imagine it becoming a regular occurrence. The magical families were all too different. "Everyone sort of ran for the door as soon as it was over. Do you think some of them were all feeling what we did? That was as close to orgasm as I had ever gotten without being touched. Who knew that kind of power could be so arousing."
Reagan was probably right, and it made Caius roll his eyes. The small favor they’d gotten from Sebastian had just been that -- a small favor. The rest had been their own business. It wasn’t his fault that Baron had latched onto one of her blood ancestors and taken over his mind. He didn’t blame the boy for trying to kill him, but to Caius, that made them square. It was done now, they’d won, and he didn’t want to think about the McCarthy family anymore either. Caius chuckled a bit at her musings and glanced over again, rubbing his thumb against her inner thigh. “I’m sure some of them were,” he said. Zania hadn’t hesitated to grab her brother and flee, and neither had the O’Reillys. He kind of hoped Nate hadn’t been aroused and was sure Brianna and James were preoccupied with their son, but still. The feelings had been powerful as fuck. “I barely noticed, I was just dying to get my hands on you,” he murmured.
It had been something of a relief that everyone left so quickly. Owning a store meant Reagan knew how to make small talk, but she hadn't wanted to try to explain anything to anyone. She just wanted to be home with Caius. And his hands were on her now... or at least a hand. Reagan was actually surprised that they might make it home before tearing into each other. It was probably a good thing, because getting interrupted by some bored cops would likely ruin the mood. She noticed he still had dried blood on his hands and wrists, but it didn't turn her off. Quite the opposite, actually. Reagan couldn't quite resist shifting in her seat and leaning over to kiss just behind his ear and down to his neck. Her magic was still thrumming beneath her skin but being so close to him now seemed to spark the fire in her core all over again.
The skin on Caius’s neck tingled before Reagan even got her lips on it, like the magic pulsing inside of him could feel hers coming. That felt accurate enough. Her mouth against his neck drew a soft moan out of Caius, and he had to focus on keeping his eyes open all the way so he could keep driving, one hand tightening on the wheel. He’d had a persistent half-hardon already from the experience they’d just been through, and Reagan’s warm breath and soft lips brought it to full attention in his pants. Caius’s hand slid further up her thigh, soaking in the heat radiating from between her legs, until he could press a couple of fingers in against her through her layers. It was tempting to stop and just go wild on one another, but Caius knew they would be much more comfortable at home, and the anticipation was kind of delicious.
Reagan moaned softly against Caius's neck and she slid her hand down over his, pressing it more firmly between her legs. Already she could feel her magic reaching out to his, sparking intense arousal deep in her core. She had missed feeling this way, alive and on fire. Caius's magic had always breathed life into hers and it was devastating how hollow and empty she had felt without it over the past few weeks. But she felt alive again, burning from head to toe in the best way and Reagan felt like she couldn't exhale again until Caius was inside of her. She began to kiss and nuzzle his neck, not wanting to nibble or bite too hard into his skin and risk an accident. Reagan was more than willing to just tease him a bit until they got home.
Caius always would've loved her, he really would have. But having his full Reagan back was already incredible. He could sense her so much more now, with the power in her body responding to her mood and ramping up into that fevered place where the only relief was their bodies coming together. Even the way she held his hand against her, asking for more, was sexy as fuck. He obliged her, of course, pressing harder and rubbing slowly to tease her back. Her lips and teeth felt amazing, and Caius was positively aching by the time he turned into Black Cove. He hurried to park the car, turned his head for one breathless kiss, then turned to climb out. They needed to be inside now.
It was so odd to think only an hour or so ago there had been a coven of witches inside Caius's old house. Already it felt like it had happened ages ago. The time she had spent without her magic was becoming a distant memory, and maybe eventually it would fade away altogether. Except for the memory of the man who had shown up in her house, of course, promising a solution in exchange for... something. Reagan couldn't quite remember if she had promised him something specific or not, but right then, it didn't matter. She climbed out of the car to follow Caius inside the house. Reagan was already tugging off her coat before she stepped inside. The house was dark and she left it that way, tossing her coat somewhere to the side before she began to work on getting Caius out of his shirt.
Caius had tossed his coat in the backseat when they left Overlook, but he hadn’t even bothered to grab it for the trip between car and house. He wasn’t cold, he felt far too alive for that. He pushed the door shut behind them and gave a twist of his wrist to turn the deadbolt without touching it. It felt like magic was just dripping from his fingers now. He let Reagan peel the black shirt up and off of him before he reached for the hem of hers to do the same. They were barely in the house, but he didn’t care. There were couches relatively close by, and this was going to be the first of many celebratory consummations, so they could fuck in the foyer for all Caius cared. He dipped his head in to catch Reagan’s lips in a hungry kiss before tugging at more of her clothes.
Reagan shivered as soon as her shirt was out of the way, but it had nothing to do with being cold. She didn't think she would ever be cold again. Her skin was warm, her blood hot. She could set the entire house on fire and fuck Caius while it burned down around them if she wanted to. It was so easy to lose herself in the taste and feel of his lips on hers, arousal intensifying between her legs as he pulled at her clothes. She helped him where she needed to but focused on getting his pants undone. At least getting them pushed down to his thighs because maybe they didn't need to come all the way off, depending on where they ended up. Reagan groaned deep into Caius's mouth, sliding her fingers into his pants, and the waistband of his boxer briefs. His skin was as hot as her own and her magic seemed to instinctively reach out to his again, ticking her desire for him higher until she wasn't sure she could wait any longer without screaming.
The urgency was rising in Caius as well, and he switched between helping Reagan get his clothes push down to trying to do the same to her own. It wasn’t completely graceful, but it was working, and that was what mattered. He felt like he could smell her, he wanted her so badly. He could definitely feel her, feel the heat radiating from her core with a sense that had nothing to do with his physical skin. Reagan was on fire again, and Caius was the endless supply of oxygen to keep her going. He toed out of his shoes and broke away from her to push his pants and boxers down to his ankles so he could get rid of them. He was in a rush, but he wanted them both naked, so he could feel all of her against all of him. Once Reagan was bare too, he started guiding them out of the small foyer and toward the living room, grabbing kisses where he could as they moved. He could feel their magic starting to really tangle together, and it gave him a headrush and sent his heart pounding even harder.
Even after a decade of loving him, undressing Caius before they were intimate always got her heart skipping in her chest. It was like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning every single time. Once he was naked, Reagan ran her hands down his body to clutch at his hips, her own kisses breathless and desperate as they moved down the hall toward the living room. Their relationship was never lacking in passion, but now Reagan was completely engulfed in it, feeling it more intensely now that she knew what it felt like without her magic intact. Caius's cock was enticingly hot and hard and pressing against her and Reagan had to keep herself from pushing him down to the floor to take what she wanted. Instead, she slipped her hand between them to stroke him lightly... teasingly. There was always the need to claim him when they were having sex, mark him somehow to everyone would know who he belonged to. But she would get to that. Right now she just wanted to cling to him and kiss him senseless.
The light, warm touch of Reagan’s hand sent happy shocks of pleasure up Caius’s spine, and his cock flexed against her palm. She knew exactly how to touch him, and she always had. They’d learned intimacy on one another from the start, and Caius couldn’t imagine anyone else turning him on the way that Reagan did. He was starting to feel desperate and wild, the magic and lust resonating between them, each amplifying the other. Gods, he’d missed this. They got close enough to a couch, and Caius tore himself away from Reagan’s mouth, beginning to lower himself to his knees in front of her, planting heated kisses against her skin all the way down. He was dying to get inside of her, but he wanted to make her moan first, wanted her to be dying for him too. He guided one of her legs to lift and brace on the couch cushion so he could get between her thighs, lips and tongue on her clit as soon as he could reach her.
As soon as Caius began to lower himself, Reagan's hands slid into his wild hair, gripping tightly but letting him go where he wanted. She watched him, though her eyelids grew heavy as soon as she felt his tongue against her. Exhaling sharply, Reagan shivered, unable to tear her gaze away from what he was doing. She was already wet and ready and had been since they were in Overlook, but Reagan wanted Caius to taste just how badly she wanted him. There was no one else who could turn her on this fiercely, who could make her want to submit and lose complete control of herself. And he always looked so good between her legs, it was such an erotic sight and she was trying desperately to keep her eyes open so she could see every single second of it. Moaning loudly, Reagan's fingers slid through his dark hair, her hips moving to press herself eagerly against his mouth.
When he felt this way, nothing tasted as good as Reagan did. He craved her sometimes, that silky flesh and her smell and her moans and the way she fucked his mouth when she got really into it. Caius didn’t want to get her off with just his tongue, not tonight, but it was a good place to start. He moaned into her body, dark eyes flicking upward to briefly glimpse her face between the mounds of her breasts before they rolled closed again. He had a supporting hand on her thigh and one on her ass, squeezing tight with need as he flicked and sucked at her clit. She felt so ready for him, it took real willpower to wait, but Caius managed it for a stretch of minutes at least. He was breathless when he pulled away, and moved his hands to push at Reagan to get her to sit down on the couch. He couldn’t wait any longer to bury himself inside of her.
She probably could have gotten off if Caius had stayed put for a moment or two longer. The pleasure was burning inside of her, desperate to explode and his tongue and lips were masterful in the way they sucked and licked at her clit. But Reagan absolutely understood his need to be inside of her. She needed it too and gods, she was more than ready for it. Her entire body was quivering with anticipation and she sat, her gaze locked on his face, drawn in by the look in his dark eyes. Reagan reached for him, parting her thighs invitingly. Now that she knew the truth about his blood, Reagan realized there was an extra spark that she felt for him, deep in her core. Maybe it would have been frightening for another woman, but Reagan simply found it to be irresistibly erotic. That darkness was a part of who he was, and she loved every part of who he was. Maybe her magic had always sensed it, even when she hadn't. It didn't matter. Caius was hers, and that would never change.
The couch was a good height for Caius to stay on his knees, and that was how he wanted it for the moment. He wanted to be able to look at all of her, touch all of her, watch her face as he plunged deep into her fire. Caius grabbed Reagan’s hips and pulled her to the very edge of the couch cushion. He leaned in between her legs to kiss at her breasts as he rubbed the underside of his cock against her slick pussy, getting himself as wet as she was. Caius groaned and flicked his tongue against one nipple before he nibbled on it, tilting his hips to catch the tip of his cock against her opening. He looked up at her, his eyes black in the low lighting, and thrust into her in one quick stroke. There would never be another woman for him. Reagan knew him inside and out, down to the molecular level now, and they were still as bound together as ever.
Her hands slid back into his hair as he feasted on her breasts, her hips moving against his cock until she finally felt him press himself inside of her. A sharp breath escaped her as he thrust himself home and Reagan arched her back, groaning as he filled her completely. There was no other feeling quite like that, no other man quite like Caius. She released his hair and slid her hands down his sides to his hips, needing to touch him as much as she could now. It had only been a day or so ago that they had made love here on this same couch, and it had been just as intense and passionate, but even now she felt the difference having her magic back made. Her heart, mind, and body had always belonged to Caius, but her magic... that was something much deeper. She could feel his own now, joining hers, creating something insanely powerful and arousing. Reagan felt pity for every single person who would never experience this kind of sensation. She had known she couldn't live without it, and she had been right. There was nothing like this. "Caius," Reagan breathed, opening her eyes to look at him again as her legs wrapped around him loosely, wanting to keep him close but still give him room to move.
He loved hearing her say his name, especially in the midst of passion. He loved how she touched him, how she couldn’t get enough. Caius felt the same, like he didn’t have enough hands, enough sets of lips, enough cock to bury inside of her ... if there had been some way to just merge their whole bodies together, Caius would’ve done it. They were two halves of a whole, and he’d been stubbornly looking away from how much was lacking without Reagan’s magic. His own reached for hers, greedy for the reconnection, wanting them as entangled as they could get. It felt like every atom in his body had missed her. Caius dipped in for a breathless kiss, his hands on her breasts before they slid down to her hips again. He gave a few slow rolls of his hips, relishing in those first electric thrusts, before he started to build into a rhythm. He couldn’t stay gentle and slow, he needed her more than that, but he felt like he could hold off his climax as long as he needed to. He wanted to indulge in her. In Them.
Reagan supposed it could have been their familial curse that had pushed them together in the first place when they were just teenagers, but their love for one another had not been fabricated. It was real, and it had survived so much. Now Reagan knew they could do anything if they stayed together, and nothing was going to come between them again. No one else could possibly come close to being a threat to this. Whatever Abigail Baron had wanted, she had failed, succeeding in only making them stronger. Reagan moved her hips with his, her moans sounding desperate to her ears. Probably because she was desperate. Desperate for the reconnection, desperate for more pressure and friction. Desperate for him. But Reagan loved the pace he set because it was exquisite torture, and she knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. Her hands roamed his body, her fingertips pressing into his heated skin, her nails occasionally digging in sharply when the urge to mark him somehow overtook her. But gods, he looked so sexy, his hair tousled, his gorgeous lips parted and his eyes so dark they looked almost black from where she lay. There was something to be said for fucking in the dark. Not that Reagan had many inhibitions with Caius, to begin with, but it felt so much easier to lose control with each other, like they were completely in their element.
There was definitely a sense of victory enhancing this experience, a triumph that Caius thought would linger inside him for a long time. They’d won. They’d defeated that bitch once and for all, and they’d broken a centuries-old curse on both their families, and they’d restored Reagan’s magic, which was something Caius’s own father hadn’t known was possible. Not only those things, they’d brought the Six Families of Point Pleasant back together into a coven for the first time in hundreds of years. None of these were small accomplishments, and Caius’s ego had always fueled his libido. He was feeling like king of the fucking magical world, and it was so good to fuck his queen. His thrusts started to pick up speed, his breath carrying more of a grunt with it now as he exhaled. Every time Reagan dug her nails in, bolts of pleasure ran straight into his cock, and Caius’s jaw clenched a bit harder. Before too long he was fucking her hard and steady, one hand clutching one of her hips while the other squeezed a pert breast. Caius pulled at Reagan’s nipple, his teeth bared a little as he stared at his beautiful shadowy soulmate.
It was getting harder to keep her eyes open, though she was so completely entranced by Caius, and the look in his eyes as he fucked her. But the harder his thrusts, the more intense the pleasure that pulsed through her and it was so tempting to just close her eyes and lose herself in it. Reagan gripped his wrist, though she didn't pull his hand away from her breast. Her skin always seemed to come alive wherever he touched her and the way he tugged at her nipple sent sharp sensations directly to her pussy. Reagan's soft cries began to fill the living room, and she arched her hips up to meet Caius thrust for thrust. Their bodies were meant for this, to build pleasure and wring as much of it from the other as they could. It was pure bliss, intoxicating and damned near addictive. They would be spending the next several hours, perhaps even the entire day, naked and wrapped around one another, that much she already knew. It wasn't going to take her very long to come, she knew that much already, but Reagan also knew this wasn't going to be enough. She was going to have him again and again until they were both exhausted and ready to pass out.
As tired as he was deep down, Caius knew this was just the first of many rounds that were coming. He didn’t plan on going to work on Monday, so they would have all kinds of time to celebrate this victory. He was locked in the current moment, however, completely focused on Reagan and how their bodies joined together and the sounds and smells in the dim room and how fucking delicious all of it was. The frenetic lust and the way Reagan was moving her hips and the magical buzz that was still going strong in Caius’s body all started to get to him, and he began fucking her faster. He knew he wouldn’t last forever at this pace, but he couldn’t slow down now. Caius let go of Reagan’s nipple to bring that hand down and brace it against her lower belly, his thumb finding her clit to rub it while he fucked her. He wanted to feel her come unraveled, wanted to reassert that he was the best thing for her and they were made for each other.
There was nothing in the world Reagan was more sure of than Caius. She had known he belonged to her since they were young, had clung to the knowledge that he was her soulmate throughout the entirety of their relationship, even when things had hit rock bottom and they weren't speaking to one another. He had always come back to her, and she to him, and now they were completely bonded in every possible way two people could be, and in ways some people would never be able to understand. Her heart felt full of lust and love, and Reagan watched him with a dark, heavy lidded gaze until she felt his thumb at her swollen clit. The sharper sensations that pummeled her body drew a loud cry from her lips, and Reagan reached over her head, gripping the back of the sofa as he fucked her faster. She needed something to cling to as she began to lose control, but she pumped her hips with his the best she could from her position. The extra stimulation was overwhelming in the best kind of way, and Reagan's cries bordered on desperation, craving the release that was swiftly unraveling inside of her. When she exploded it was with a breathless sob and she arched up from the couch, her body shivering with the force of her climax.
Caius knew Reagan’s body almost better than he knew his own. She’d been the first person he’d ever touched intimately, and she would be the last, he knew that down deep in his soul. She was his forever, and he was hers. His father thought their bond was a weakness, but he was wrong. So wrong. Loving Reagan made Caius strong. She gave him something to fight for, some way to know himself beyond his magic and ambition. She was tied up in those things too, of course, but there was so much more there, more that she brought out of him. She kept him human, and now he understood more thoroughly why he needed that. Reagan’s cries of pleasure spurred Caius on to fuck her faster, his body taut and trembling with effort. “Yes,” he breathed as she bucked up, repeating the word a few times without realizing it as he rubbed and pressed on her throbbing clit. Caius thought he was going to make it through her orgasm, but he thrust one time too many and suddenly he was peaking, pumping a few more desperate times as he growled through his teeth and pulsed inside of her, helplessly pulled into ecstasy with her.
She knew by the force behind his thrusts that he had come with her and her only regret was that she hadn't been able to watch his face when the ecstasy took over. But Reagan reveled in the pleasure, the way her body still shook from the force of her own orgasm. Her cries dulled into low moans, the muscles in her body slowly loosening until she felt like a boneless puddle on the couch. When she finally felt like she could, Reagan opened her eyes, her hands letting go of the couch to reach for him instead. They would make their way up to the bedroom to curl naked around one another in bed, but right now she just wanted to hold him while their bodies were still joined. His heart would still be beating fast, and she wanted to feel it against her chest, if only for a moment.
Caius had intended to hold on for a while longer, but he couldn’t be disappointed when it felt so fucking good. He should’ve known better -- almost the entire ritual had been like foreplay, he’d been ready to go for almost a couple of hours now. And having Reagan’s magic back in the mix had absolutely doomed him. Caius hadn’t felt so relieved and sated in months. Years, it felt like, but he knew it hadn’t been that long. Still working to catch his breath, he leaned over Reagan when she reached for him, draping his body over hers while his cock was still twitching inside of her. Caius nuzzled his face into her neck and breathed her in over and over, not wanting to move until his knees started to protest all the kneeling. “I love you,” he mumbled after a while. Unnecessary, but true.
His skin was damp, his body firm and quivering lightly under her fingertips. For the first time in a long time, it felt like they were going to be okay. Banishing Baron and retrieving her magic hadn't set off another storm of horribleness. Their memories and magic were intact, their feelings for one another stronger than ever. They had eloped so many months ago, but now it felt like they might finally be able to be happy newlyweds. Newlyweds with a future. Smiling, Reagan slid her fingers into his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I think... we should grab some wine, enjoy a hot bath together, and then go to bed and stay there for the rest of the day. And maybe tomorrow too."
Lying there with his love’s fingers in his hair and the softness of her body under his, Caius felt at peace for the first time in a long time. He lifted his head to smile dazedly at Reagan and press a few more kisses to her skin. “Sounds perfect,” he murmured. “And definitely tomorrow.” Because tomorrow was going to be good. There was no curse hanging over them, no memory loss or forces trying to keep them apart. They were both made whole now, they were together, and they’d gotten a taste of unstoppable power. Caius had a new dimension of himself to explore, new magical boundaries to break, and he had Reagan fully by his side again. The future would be bright for them now; they could overcome anything.