Something Wicked

by Sterling, Jillian

  "Wait, what?" I asked, not sure if I heard him right.

  "Izzy, I love you. I am in love with you."

  "Are you sure?" I asked, stupidly.

  "Yes, I am sure," he admonished. "I didn't even think of magic while we made love. I've never done that before."

  "But what about the coven?" I choked out, almost afraid of the answer.

  "What about it? Iz, we can practice with or without the coven. I've never felt magic like ours, it's powerful. That we love each other too, that's a bonus." He paused and looked at me. "Wait, you do love me, right?"

  "Yes, of course!" I cried. "I do love you, Finn. Goddess help me, I love you so much."

  "Then fuck the coven," Finn said with a laugh. "They can accept this or not. But we are partners in magic and love. I'd think they'd be crazy not to accept this."

  "Me too," I smiled, pulling him down to me, desperate to feel the crush of his muscled pecs against my bare breast.

  "Wait," he said, pulling himself back. "About your mother..."

  I sighed, and considered her for a moment. "I don't know if I want to see her yet," I answered honestly. "I know she's your High Priestess, but to me she's nothing. She left me, and even though I know why she did it, it's still not something I can easily forgive."

  "I get it," Finn said, wrapping his body around mine. "And I am okay with that, even if she's not. If it happens at all, it happens at your pace. Agreed?"

  "Agreed," I said, nuzzling into him.

  "So want to grab dinner? I'll take you someplace fancy if you wear the skirt with no underwear."

  He may have said dinner, but his hands were wandering, pressing gently on my mons while his mouth found my breast again.

  "I don't think I am hungry for food," I teased, my hands also traveling along his body. "Why don't we go try out some spells?"

  He dropped his feet to the floor and lifted me into his arms, and carried me upstairs. "You're absolutely right. We have so much to practice.

  EPILOGUE

  "Trick or treat!" a chorus of kids sing-songed from my front porch.

  I swung open the door, bucket of candy at the ready. "And what are you supposed to be?" I asked my excited little visitors, who squealed with delight at the "good" candy that I was dropping in their pillowcases.

  "I'm a witch!" A little voice squeaked out from the back of the throng of kids.

  "Can you keep a secret?" I asked her, stooping down as I dropped candy into her bag. "Me too."

  Her eyes went wide as saucers and then she giggled. "I'll keep your secret," she said.

  I stood just as Finn came up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me as the gaggle of trick 'r treaters headed over to the next house.

  "What do you think? Time to call it a night?" he asked. We both stared up into the sky, at the extraordinary harvest moon. Halloween night, with the veil between the living world and the spirit world so thin, was a good night to practice magic. The harvest moon meant that it was also an important night to do it.

  "I thought you'd never ask," I said, leaning into him. We had gone celibate for the past week, to make sure that our magic wasn't diluted for the spells we planned on working tonight.

  It was a week of torture.

  The past two months where a blur. We worked our magic just about daily, often several times a day, and business at The Witchery was booming. Finn quit bouncing at Huskies to help me in the store, and I was on track to get my degree by next summer, as long as I was able to keep up my course load. If The Witchery kept up like this through the holidays, I'd entertain the idea of grad school.

  Finn's coven—my mother's coven—agreed to our partnership, somewhat reluctantly. We are pretty sure it was my mother's attempt to get into my good graces so that I would agree to see her. That wasn't off the table, but for now I didn't want any contact. I needed to take that relationship slow, and Finn was very supportive of my decision.

  Not that it mattered. Finn and I decided to form a coven of our own, one with no strictures on partnering. A sex magic partner was no different from a life partner, and we wanted a coven that respected that in addition to those that believed in polyamorous relationships. There was room for everyone, as far as we were concerned.

  Tonight's spell was the start of this coven building process.

  Finn's hand slipped easily down to my ass as we walked up the stairs to our room. Electricity surged through my body at his touch. It was the perfect night to conjure a little magic.

  THE END

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