Spell Checked

by C. G. Powell

  Mae looked at Beck in amazement, “Look! I did it!” she exclaimed. “I finally figured out how to grow plants.”

  “Keep going. I want to know what you have in the pot.” Beck was curious about what they planted during the past few days.

  Mae concentrated once more, this time on the structure of the stem and leaves, transferring light to the photosensitive cells of the leaves and bringing water up the stem. Soon flowers started to emerge from the newly formed buds and the pot was full of purple violas. She was so happy, a single tear rolled down her cheek as her week’s long frustration melted into joy. Beck hugged Mae in congratulations at her success.

  “I knew you could do it, if given the right information. Now, you just need to think bigger,” he added, producing an acorn from his pocket.

  “You want me to grow a tree?” Mae was nervous to try anything bigger than the tiny flowers she had just produced.

  “Yes, not just any tree but an oak,” he grinned as he planted the acorn in an empty pot.

  Mae used the same logic to grow the acorn as she did to grow the flower seeds. When the tree had grown about two feet, Beck went to the edge of the patio and dug a hole in the yard to plant the new sapling. Mae continued to make it grow, concentrating all the energy around her into its roots and leaves. Soon a massive oak stood in front of them and Beck called Aidan, Meredith, and Gemma onto the patio to show them Mae’s handy work.

  “Three days of struggling to get her to sprout even a single seed on a Chia Pet, and you get her to grow an entire oak in under an hour…I hate you, Beck!” Meredith exclaimed playfully, excited that Mae had finally accomplished her lesson on plants.

  “Mae, how did you manage to grow a tree that size by yourself? It would have taken three master witches a minimum of half a day to pull that off,” Aidan asked, staring in amazement at the massive tree that now shaded the patio.

  “PFM,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

  “What is PFM?” Aidan raised his eyebrow at her strange reply.

  “Pure Fucking Magic,” she laughed.

  Beck was still laughing at her remark when he chimed in, “Now that we have gotten this lesson out of the way, Mae and I intend on spending the rest of the day having fun.” He clasped her hand and whisked her off to the computer room.

  “So, what did you have in mind?” she asked, plopping down on one of the beanbag chairs.

  “Diablo 3,” Beck smiled, turning on the two large monitors across from the beanbag chairs and handing Mae a wireless keyboard.

  “I like the way you think. I have been waiting to play that game all week,” she beamed as the game started.

  They played for the rest of the morning until it was time for lunch. Just as they were about to quit, Beck decided to make his Wizard go hostile on Mae’s Barbarian.

  “So, that’s how you want to play…Bring it on!” she said, accepting his challenge.

  It was a very short battle. Mae allowed his Wizard to throw a couple of fireballs before she made her move and in one fell swoop, her Barbarian had taken out his Wizard. The prize was his Wizard’s ear, which she quickly added to her stash.

  “I just got my ass handed to me by a girl! How shall my injured ego ever recover?” Beck dramatized for added effect.

  “I know something that will make you feel better.” She got up from her beanbag chair and climbed onto his lap as he sat in his beanbag chair. She put her arms around his neck and gave him a long passionate kiss.

  “That does make me feel better,” Beck smiled pulling her closer and returning her kiss.

  Mae’s stomach started to rumble loudly as Beck pulled away from their kiss.

  “We need to get some lunch. But, I would love to pick up where we left off afterwards,” he whispered in her ear.

  ~~~***~~~

  Meredith was sitting in the kitchen reading while she snacked on a plate of fruit. Mae sat next to her as Beck walked to the secondary kitchen where the staff prepared food. He came back with two plates of food in his hands and a bottle of wine.

  “Where are Gemma and Aidan?” Mae asked Meredith.

  “They went to the Lough. Aidan wanted to go canoeing today,” Meredith calmly stated.

  ‘When do we start lessons again?” Not that Mae was in any hurry to start again after the week of frustration.

  “Maybe tomorrow afternoon, I need to rethink the way I’m teaching you. Beck, I might need some help now that I know Mae’s particular method for learning.”

  “I would be more than happy to help,” he replied.

  “I meant another witch, one who has a better grasp on technology,” Meredith smiled, not wanting Beck’s offer to appear unappreciated.

  Beck curiously asked, “Anyone I know?”

  “Yes, I’m sure you remember Alexis.”

  “Remember her! How could anyone forget her is more the point! You know Aidan is going to be pissed when he finds out. She is the only person I know of who can bring him to tears,” Beck laughed.

  “Yeah, she has that effect on lots of people,” Meredith reminded herself.

  Mae just sat back and listened to Meredith and Becks conversation. The thought of adding another teacher to her current group of baffled instructors didn’t sit well with her.

  “Can we wait to see if I am able to catch on now that I know what the problem is?” Mae didn’t want another teacher and this Alexis person didn’t sound like the type of person she would want to know.

  “Yes, we can wait. It’s just an idea we can fall back on if we need to,” Meredith answered.

  It was not long before they heard voices yelling across the back lawn approaching the patio. Gemma and Aidan were soaking wet and fighting again. Their conversation could be heard all the way to the kitchen.

  “Aidan, you are such an ASS!” Gemma yelled, stepping on to the patio, soaking wet.

  “What did I do?” he yelled back, taking off his shirt and wringing it out.

  “Your wandering eyes are the only reason we are wet. Did you really have to stand up in the boat and say hi to the girls on jet skis?” Gemma retorted, taking off her shoes and dumping the water out.

  “I was just being friendly,” he explained, removing his own shoes.

  “You were flirting, Aidan and I have had enough of it. We are through,” Gemma yelled angrily entering the kitchen with Aidan following her.

  “You don’t mean that? Do you?” he asked, realizing the situation had gotten out of control.

  “Yes, I do. Now leave me alone!” she yelled, heading to her room and leaving Aidan in the kitchen.

  Mae followed Gemma to her room. “Do you want to talk?” she asked.

  “There really is not much to talk about. I planned on ending it when I left to go home anyway,” she calmly replied, stepping into the bathroom.

  “You didn’t tell me that,” Mae replied, hurt that Gemma had not confided in her sooner.

  “You have been so busy lately, I feel like I’m being replaced with a new set of friends and I don’t belong, because I’m only human,” Gemma confessed, stripping off her wet clothes.

  “I could never replace you Gemma. I need you more than ever and I want you to be a part of this too.” Mae was sad that Gemma was feeling left out. She had been so wrapped up in her own problems; she was ignoring her best friend.

  Gemma put on dry clothes and hugged her. It was Gemma’s way of letting Mae know she would be there for her no matter what. Mae needed to find a way to include Gemma in her training. They spent the next hour chatting, attempting to catch up with everything that had been going on the past week.

  “What is the deal with you and Beck?” Gemma asked, raising her eyebrow in curiosity.

  “I have never been this attracted to a man before in my life. But, every time things start to heat up between us, he stops dead in his tracks. Other than that, I love him,” Mae said quickly hoping Gemma might miss the last part as they sat on the bed next to each other.

  “I can’t imagine any women not
being attracted to him. He is even more handsome than Aidan and I would go after him myself if he didn’t already have feelings for you. In fact I think he’s in love too. Whenever I see you two together I’m almost jealous,” Gemma added, nudging Mae’s shoulder with hers.

  “Do you really think he likes me? If so, I’m going to end the little sexual cat and mouse game he’s been playing today!”

  “You go girlfriend! If it were me, I would have been tapping that a long time ago,” Gemma laughed.

  “Can I borrow your black corset dress and will you fix my hair for me?” Mae asked knowing Gemma would jump at the chance.

  “Yes, I would love to! Now all we need is a plan,” a sinister smile crept across Gemma’s face as the cogs in her mind started plotting Beck’s demise.

  ~~~***~~~

  Gemma had one of the servants bring Beck a formal invitation for dinner that night. Meredith planned the meal for them with the kitchen staff and Aidan made sure Beck stuck to the plan. This would be a romantic dinner for two and everyone would give them the space they needed to ensure Mae’s success. Beck would not turn her down again…at least not tonight.

  Gemma fixed Mae’s hair, this time leaving it down in long, soft curls. Her dress fit better than last time, most likely from losing a couple of pounds due to stress. She borrowed Gemma’s four inch-heels again since they were sexier than anything she had. Instead of a Goth hooker, this time Mae looked like a very sexy woman. Unlike the mousey girl Beck first met, he would see the confident woman that faced her in the mirror as she sprayed herself with the perfume Beck bought her in Waterford.

  Mae made her way to the dining room where Beck was already waiting for her arrival. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt; to Mae, he never looked as handsome as he did at this moment.

  "You look beautiful," he said, drawing her hand to his lips and kissing it.

  "I'm glad you like. You’re looking quite handsome yourself," she replied as he pulled her chair out for her.

  The table had been decorated with flowers, crystal candleholders, and lots of glassware. Beck took the seat across from her and started to examine all the trinkets on the table. “It looks like our friends thought of everything.”

  Mae leaned across the table to be closer as she spoke, “I confess most of this was my idea. We have some unfinished business to take care of and I enlisted the help of our friends."

  "Well I am glad you did. I have not been able to get my mind off you. More than once I have wanted nothing more than to make love to you."

  "And when was that?" she inquired. “Because, as far as I see it you’ve spent a lot of our time together pushing me away.”

  "Let me see…in the car right after we left Waterford, in the tub, then on the counter and when you fixed my telecom equipment; all that tech talk of yours made me want to just throw you down on the beanbag chair and fuck the hell out of you. And today before lunch, you were on my lap and I would have ripped your clothes off if your growling stomach had not stopped me,” he laughed.

  "Well I wish you would have. Truly Beck I appreciate a good fuck as well as the next person," she cajoled.

  "And tonight I plan to take care of that. No more games Mae, I promise."

  The food arrived all at once, appetizers, main course, dessert, and bottles of wine left on the table. It was the staff’s way of saying that they would be left undisturbed for the rest of the evening. Just as they were starting dessert, Beck walked around the table to pour Mae another glass of wine. He inhaled the scent of her perfume, the one that started the whole cat and mouse game. Placing the bottle down on the table, he began to kiss the back of her neck.

  Suddenly, he pushed everything on the table to the side, knocking over bottles, glasses and vases. None of it mattered as he picked Mae up and placed her on the table. His mouth covered hers, as they kissed with urgency. Soon he moved down to her neck, then the tops of her breast, which were already pushed up to the edge of the dress top and barely covered her nipples to begin with. Mae could feel his hands hiking the skirt of the dress up to her waist as he moved her to the edge of the table.

  He kissed the inside of her thigh leaving a trail to her already wet panties. Moving them aside, Mae moaned in anticipation of what would come next. His tongue rolled across her private parts as her pleasure continued to build. She could feel his fangs pressing against the most sensitive part of her core in erotic ecstasy and she raised her hips to meet him, screaming his name. Then he stopped dead in his tracks.

  “What the fuck, Beck? I know you just didn’t stop!” she yelled, wrapping her legs around his waist in an effort to keep him from backing away.

  Putting his finger over her lips to shush her from an impending rant, he threw Mae over his shoulder and he carried her out of the dining room, up the stairs, and into his room. He put her down at the foot of the bed. Mae started to undo the buttons on his shirt but it was taking too long, so she just tore his shirt open to remove it. Beck was fumbling with the laces of the dress trying to undo them. All of a sudden, he just ripped the back apart, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. Mae stood there in front of him, still in the four-inch heels, black lace panties, and the push-up bra from hell. He was completely naked and her heart skipped a beat at his perfection. Beck removed her bra as they kissed, his hand kneading her bare breast as she dropped her panties to the floor. The heels would stay; Mae felt they commanded a certain respect now that she had decided to take charge.

  She gently pushed him back as they continued to kiss with an uncontrollable fury, until he reached the edge of the bed. Her last push was not so gentle, but she wanted him to know she was in control now as he fell back on the bed and she crawled on top of him. He was hard under her, but she was not quite ready to get down to business. She just rubbed herself against his stiffness, but would not allow him entry. She leaned over and nibbled on his neck, fighting the urge to bite him then moving her tongue up to his ear where she tugged at it with her teeth.

  “How are you going to stop me now?” she whispered, as he put his hands on her hips trying to control the situation.

  He tried to roll her over so he could gain entry, but to his amazement she was as strong as he was. “We’ll do this, but on my terms, not his,” she thought to herself as she calculated her next move.

  Mae grabbed his nipples and squeezed as she commanded, “I want you to beg me, Beck. What makes you think you are worthy of my attention?” she asked, pinching his nipple harder to emphasize the sharpness of her words, while still rubbing against him.

  “Good lord woman! I am about to explode already, PLEASE….” he pleaded.

  She kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip as she eased herself just high enough to allow him entry.

  They continued until they were both sated and Mae finally allowed him to roll her over onto her back. He moved her hair out of her face and gently kissed her.

  “That was the best sex I have ever had!” he said, his fangs showing as he caught his breath.

  “Why are your fangs out?” she asked, knowing he could not feed from her.

  “I am fighting the uncontrollable urge to drink from you,” he answered, getting hard once more.

  Mae wrapped her legs around him and whispered. “It’s your turn.”

  ~~~***~~~

  The sun was coming up as they finally fell slept in each other’s arms, exhausted from trying to make up for all the previous lost opportunities. A few hours later, they could hear whispers at the door as they started to stir.

  “Knock on the door already, Aidan,” Gemma said softly.

  “What if they’re busy, if you know what I mean?” Aidan whispered back.

  “I know exactly what you mean. Nevertheless, by the state of the dining room table this morning I would say they are probably starving,” Gemma laughed quietly.

  “No kidding! I have never seen anything like that and frankly, I didn’t think those two had it in them.”

  Mae slipped on one of Beck’s sh
irts and crawled back in bed next to him as he yelled, “Alright you two, come in already!”

  Gemma and Aidan entered with trays in their hands.

  “We brought lunch,” Gemma said, walking over to Mae’s side of the bed and handed her the tray.

  “I thought you two hated each other?” Mae said, surprised by their current cooperation with each other.

  “We do, but we called a truce when it comes down to mutually helping our stubborn friends,” Aidan replied, bringing Beck his tray.

  Meredith soon showed up and joined them.

  “Alright you two, time to get it moving. Beck, work has been calling all morning for you and Mae has lessons to learn,” Meredith commanded.

  “Mere you are such a kill-joy sometimes. Mae, I guess that means we are done playing hooky, the teacher has caught us,” Beck replied playfully.

  ~~~***~~~

  Once again, Mae was out on the patio learning how to be a good witch. This time Gemma would sit in on her lesson with Aidan teaching. Meredith was helped Beck get caught up with paperwork.

  “Today we will practice with plants for a few minutes as a refresher, then move onto energy walls,” Aidan announced in a pedantic voice.

  He had already started a vine in the pot. The objective was to make it grow and bend to her will. Using what she learned yesterday, she grew the vine and willed it to wrap around Gemma, securely holding her friend in place. Afterwards, she made it unwrap from around her and coil in the pot in the shape of a bunny.

  “Nice touch there, Mae, I like the whole bunny thing. Now let us move on to energy walls. When you want to form a wall, you need to think in terms of dimensions. The higher, longer and thicker the wall, the more energy it requires. I want you to put a wall between you and me. For now, build it brick by brick quickly.”