Your Wish is My Command (Closed for myself and Wolf Vixen)

There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary about the bottle, it could easily fit in the palm of your hand making it a little smaller than normal. The glass was a deep blue, almost black, and very angular, almost an art deco piece. Of course it was much older than that. The glass was also shot through with gold streaks, almost like it was some dark colored ore with a few veins of gold instead of carefully crafted glass. It was a testament to the artisan who'd labored over it that it looked like something natural when it wasn't. The neck was longer, especially when compared to the flared base, and at the top was a stopper. The stopper wasn't authentic to the bottle, it had been replaced a few times over it's long lifespan, but they all served the same purpose. This stopper was gold colored and fit snugly into the bottle.

Of course, like so many things in this world, the outside is nice, but its contents are infinitely more interesting. In the case of this bottle, inside is virtually another dimension of existence. Here time has little meaning, space is almost infinite, yet consciousness is limited. Inside this dimension, lives a djinn. This space has been his home for almost his entire existence. Even when out and in the service of a human, this bottle is his home. He has been in his home for long years. He is aware of the passage of time in a peripheral sense, aware that the world has changed, but he gains no knowledge until he is released. For the moment, he is at rest, dormant within his extra-planar home. Here he has no true form, he simply exists.

Soon enough though, he will be called on again. It is inevitable.

Katrina which most people called her Kat, was spending another one of those mother, daughter outings and again telling herself this will be the last one. She knew her mom meant well, but every time she visited she wanted to decorate Kat's apartment. Right now she has plastic trees almost in every corner of the living room, paintings of places she will probably never do to in her lifetime, hanging on the walls of the hallway. Her mom even got her an antique bed, making Kat get rid of the metal frame she was using to hold up her mattress and box springs.

Kat had been living on her own for ten years, but since she wasn't married or dating anyone serious, her mother thought something was wrong. Nothing was wrong, she just hadn't found the man that caught her eye. Well scratch that, she have seen plenty that caught her eye until she started talking to them. For once she would really like to meet a guy that actually had some brains in his head and not the one below his belt.

Kat considered herself average looking. She wasn't top model material, but then again she didn't want to be that snooty. Her dark hair, which some says is brown and others say it is auburn, was pulled back into a pony tail but a few stray strands had worked their way out. Her green eyes casually glanced over the items in the shop with zero interest. Her t-shit and jeans didn't make her look like she was ready to party, just a young woman relaxing.

"Kat come take a look at this," her mother cried out. Kat tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ear before moving to tuck her hands in her back pockets. When she got closer to her mom she raised an eyebrow at what she wanted to show her, it was an antique high chair. "Isn't it just gorgeous," her mother asked. Kat just shrugged, "Don't know why you are looking at high chairs, I thought we were here for a dresser to match that," Kat paused for a moment, "bed. Lets not waste time looking at things we don't need."

Kat's mom turned to her and Kat knew she had said the wrong thing, "You just may need one of these, one day. You need a good man Katrina, settle down, have kids." Kat sighed deeply, she had heard this since she turned 25 and at 28 it was already getting old. "Momma I haven't found anyone that I want to go on a second date with, much less someone to marry. Don't worry, you will get your grandchildren one of these days."

Kat stepped away from her mother, hoping that would end the conversation and she was right, it did, but Kat knew it would come up again like it always did. Her green eyes moved over all the furniture she seen in the store, not finding anything that might even remotely match the bed her mother gave her. Turning to head back to the front of the store, she still let her eyes roam just in case she missed anything.

Coming up to her mother's side, "I don't see anything that might work. Have you found anything?" Kat's eyes turned at her mother's ooing and ahhing. In her mother's hand was a bottle, a bottle that reminded Kat of that old TV show. She chuckled lightly about the show when her mom turned to her, "This would look great in your living room." Before Kat could even open her mouth her mother was purchasing it.

Her mother turned to her and handed her the bag, "At least the trip wasn't a complete waste. Now tomorrow, I will be by your place at 7am, be up and ready to go. We will find it tomorrow I can feel it." Kat just sighed again and followed her mother out of the store. Her mother was a stubborn woman, there was no such thing as no to her. She would find some way around it even if she had to get someone to make the damn dresser.

Kat's mom dropped her off at her apartment, giving her a kiss on the cheek before she left the car. Kat waved to her mom as she drove off, groaning that she had another early morning with her mom. When was she ever going go get a weekend of peace? When she died probably. Kat smacked her own hand on that thought before laughing, certainly the scene in the parking lot was entertaining to someone watching.

Kat made it into her apartment and set the bag on the counter between the kitchen and living room. Going back to her room she changed, throwing on her baggy shirt and pants to lounge around the evening with. Coming back out of the room she passed the bag, grabbing her a drink before stepping by it again. This time she snatched the bag and went into the living room to take a seat.

Switching the television on, she found something mildly entertaining before her attentions moved to the bag. Pulling the bottle from the bag, she tossed the bad down to the other end of the couch. Her eyes moved over it and found the coloring rather unique and interesting. She turned and threw her legs outstretched on the couch while she leaned back against the arm, turning and tilting the bottle in the light.

She shrugged lightly before her attentions moved to the top. It matched the bottle and yet didn't. Kat wondered if someone broke the original and just tried to find something to replace it with. She was sure her mother could find something even closer to matching. Kat popped the top off of it just to look down the long neck of the bottle. "Anyone home," Kat asked laughing while she tilted the bottle back so her eyes were on the side of the bottle.

Her hand that held the top began to move to place it back but something caught her eye. She centered her attention on the rounded edge and it almost looked like smoke or a fog building up in that spot. Kat was curious if it was inside or outside of the bottle. She didn't see the spot before, but if it was there then the seller charged her mother too much for a damaged bottle. Her thumb brushed over the spot, hoping her thoughts were wrong.

The djinn inhabiting the bottle was vaguely aware of the goings on outside of his glass home. The closer someone got to his bottle the more he could understand of what was said, but it was still muffled. Had he ever seen a Peanuts cartoon he would have been startled by how much adults there sounded like people who he could "hear" if he focused. Normally it wasn't worth the effort to discern their muffled and distorted words. He made no exception this time, but he felt himself being moved. Again not an uncommon thing, he'd been moved plenty of times. He was only interested if someone were to open the bottle. It would happen sooner or later, though whether this person would remained to be seen for him.

Eventually she did open it. It took him a moment to fully realize that he'd been called upon again. It had been quite some time since his last release. Normally he'd be fully aware of himself before he began filtering through into the human world, this time he felt foggy. Of course he rather looked that way too at first. What appeared to be a mist seeped from the the open bottle, it swirled around the girl who'd opened the bottle, then coalesced into his form kneeling on the carpet beside the couch.

The djinn was clearly different. His hair was longer, and oddly colored. It was rich brown for the first inch from the roots, blood red for the next inch or so, and then blonde at the tips. It was pulled back in a pony tail, a few strands framing his features. He was tall, a little over six feet, his features were well defined and angular. His eyes were almost identical to the bottle, deep blue with shots of gold running through them. He wore loose fitting cloth pants and a vest, very similar to what one would imagine a djinn wearing when reading a story about them. His eyes rose to meet the very startled young woman's.

"My thanks for releasing me. I am Agrael, and at your service."

Kat wondered what the hell was going on, first this mist bellowed out from the bottle and wrapped around her before beginning to form what looked to be a man kneeling at her side. She blinked a few times and wondered what had been in that last drink she had with her mom. Maybe this was some kind of dream? Yeah that had to be it, she had to be dreaming, all this shopping with her mom has gotten to her and she is now dreaming up some wild things.

Her green eyes glanced from the bottle to the guy beside her, noting his eyes looked exactly like the bottle. Wow, this dream was one hell of a doozy even for her. His attire reminded her of all those stupid little shows and commercials with genies in them. Even his hair was different shades from root to tip and long. She hadn't seen many men with long hair these days. His features grabbed her attention and she was a bit shell shocked when he spoke.

Kat blinked, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands and blinked again. This really couldn't be happening! She dropped the bottle and top into her lap before beginning to pinch her forearms. It usually helped bring her from a dream she didn't care for, but this time it wasn't working. She couldn't seem to tear her gaze form him, yet....he was this total stranger in her living room, kneeling beside her....who was just created by mist that came from a bottle.

Kat ripped her eyes from him and gripped the bottle again, looking at it then back to him. Her eyes widened a bit and she looked at the bottle again. Jumping up suddenly from her couch she quickly turned back to him, "Who the hell are you and how the hell did you get in here? Is this some joke my friends want to play on me? Make me think some guy just appeared from a bottle like a genie. Let me guess, next you will be saying I have three wishes and shit like that."

Kat could hear her own voice going into hysterics but she couldn't help herself. Every bit of her memories didn't say that she drank or ate anything odd tasting and no phone call from friends. Her eyes flicked to the bag the bottle came out of...the one she brought it home in. There it laid in the floor next to him and the bottle gripped in her hand, what the hell was going on?

Agrael waited, still kneeling, while the woman tried to process what was happening. it actually brought a bemused smile to his face when she started pinching herself. She glanced several times between his bottle and him, pupils dilated and breath rapid. It was actually a fun little scene she was orchestrating, working herself up like this. Hopefully she'd pass out and he could explore his surroundings a little bit before she started demanding things from him.

"Who the hell are you and how the hell did you get in here? Is this some joke my friends want to play on me? Make me think some guy just appeared from a bottle like a genie. Let me guess, next you will be saying I have three wishes and shit like that."

He waited again, it seemed she was regaining some composure. A pity, he really would have preferred to look around before the interrogation began. Oh well, nothing could be done about it.

"In polite company one introduces ones self before entering into a verbal tirade."

His voice was well cultured, a pleasing almost baritone.

"I already gave you my name, but seeing as you only nearly avoided total hysteria I have no issue repeating myself. My name is Agrael, and I am at your service. You brought me here into your home in that bottle, and when you opened it you released me. I assure I'm not some figment of your imagination or cruel joke concocted by an acquaintance. I am not a genie, I am a djinn."

He paused, watching the woman standing before him. Her breath was still a bit rapid, but more deep now and under control. It also made her bust rise in a very appealing and hypnotic fashion.

"If you're under control now, I would be happy to explain things to you. If you'd rather rant more I can wait until the urge to rail against something beyond your experience has passed."

Kat's mouth dropped open, how dare he say anything about being polite! He is the one in HER apartment. His words completely floored her, this could not be happening to her. No way this definitely had to be a dream. She took a step toward him wondering what they hell was the difference between what he claimed he was and a genie. But before she could even question it he told her he would explain it all once she was done.

Kat tried to gather her wits about her, she was pissed that he just appeared in her house and acted like she was not treating him like a honored, invited guess! She began to pace the floor trying to help her mind work over this. Her eyes flicked to him time and again, but every time she saw the look on his face she just saw red.

She stopped and faced him, "So if taking off the top pulled you out then putting it back on will make you go away?" Kat began to pace the room again before looking to him and shaking her head. She turned and without another word moved to the siding door in her living room that led out to her balcony. Sliding the door open and closing it behind her, glancing at the bottle in her hand and setting it on the small table she had sitting in the corner.

Kat stepped to the railing and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and letting them out. Why do things like this always seem to happen to her? She ends up with the odd men in her life, the odd jobs and hell even her mother is odd at times. Shaking her head again she took another deep breath and let it out, turning around, gripping the neck of the bottle and pulling open the sliding glass door. Her eyes didn't even move to him as she closed the door and moved over to sit on the edge of the couch farthest from him, "Fine, explain."

After he'd spoken, Agrael couldn't stop a smile at the red color her face turned. She was going to lose it, he could almost see steam coming from her ears. He didn't move except for his eyes, which watched her pacing, her almost unconscious muttering to herself. It was definitely amusing.

"So if taking off the top pulled you out then putting it back on will make you go away?"

He chuckled softly and shook his head. She didn't seem to be really paying attention to him, though a slightly infuriated sound came from the back of her throat. It was the kind of sound that normally accompanied a foot stomping down followed by a haughty turn. She did neither, but the image came very easily to mind. Finally she turned and went outside, closing the sliding glass door behind her. His eyes stayed on her as she breathed deeply, could almost see the panic falling from her frame as she calmed herself. Though his smiled didn't leave.

Eventually she opened the door and re-entered the room. She sat as far away from him as possible before speaking.

"Fine, explain."

"As I said, I am a djinn. Seeing as you're the one who opened my bottle, that makes me your djinn. I'm not a genie, please don't confuse the two. That tends to end badly for those who do make that mistake. You earlier asked if am to grant you three wishes. Yes and no. Every djinn and genie is different. Some are only allowed to give three wishes, some four, some only one. In my case, they are virtually unlimited."

Her eyes widened a little bit with that last revelation, but he continued.

"The number of wishes is determined by the power and expertise of each djinn. One's who only grant three wishes can do most anything, and so have only a few to give to each owner. My own powers are much lower than a numbered djinn, and are specialized in the area of physical pleasure."

Her eyebrows raised a little, but she was also clearly exasperated more than anything.

"I cannot be stolen, or given away. I have no wish limit to use up, but I can be passed along when my task is completed. Given my area is physical pleasure that comes when I'm no longer needed by my owner. Either they find love and have no more use for me, or die, or grow so tired of me that they truly wish me gone. Just so you know, the last one isn't easily obtained, the desire to be rid of me must flow through your entire being, and I can tell when that is the case. Right now, for instance, you could not truly wish me gone."

His slight smile remained through his speech, his eyes still on hers.

"My powers are specialized, but have other applications too. I can grant other wishes besides those bound to the physical pleasure. When it comes to keep you safe, for example, my powers are virtually limitless. Smaller things in the physical realm are well withing my abilities as well, minor home or auto repairs, things like that. I can alter your physical appearance in any way you choose."

He paused again, this last bit was the part he really hated discussing.

"I can grant most any wish, provided you make it sexual enough."

It really grated on Agrael to give people that information, but this was virtually the same speech he'd given to all his various owners, and he was bound to give it to any others he'd acquire.

"Lastly, it is impossible for a djinn to lie to his or her owner. I have no way of proving this to you, but you are free to ask me anything if that helps. Now, seeing as I've explained everything you should need to know, you still have yet to introduce yourself."

Kat went through a range of emotions as he sat there explaining all of this nonsense to her. From shock to disbelief and even to interest, she tried to absorb everything he had said. Okay unlimited wishes, but have to be sexual enough, mostly physical pleasures, safety and little things....oh and can't get rid of. Kat blinked a few times thinking that over, what does he mean by that? She could certainly pitch that bottle as far as she could out into the street, he would be gone then.

Kat began to raise her hands to brush her fingers through her hair, feeling that pounding beginning behind her eye and ran along her temple. She realized she still had the bottle gripped in her hand. She laid it beside her and slowly raked her hands through her hair a few times before finally settling on rubbing her temples. Deep breath in, she wasn't going to beat the man out of her apartment just yet, but the thought did tease her a bit.

Finally she looked to him, "My name is Katrina, but everyone calls me Kat. I personally don't wish for anything, I am happy with what I have...thanks. Maybe you can find a new owner since I haven't wished for anything or maybe you can give my wishes to someone else." Kat knew she was grabbing for anything, but she really didn't need this in her life. Her mother made it complicated enough and now add a gen...no a djinn in the mix and you have screwed up central right here for your viewing pleasure!

Kat leaned her head back knowing none of this was going to work...can't get rid of remember? Her eyes closed and she continued to rub along her temples, "Don't you like go back into the bottle until I can think of wishes? Or something like that? You don't just hang out do you?"She was trying, at least, to get a handle on Agrael, find out exactly where she stood in this madness.

Agrael remained still, watching her reactions. She was more in control of herself now, but still her mind was struggling to wrap around the reality of his existence. It was quite an amusing show, especially when she nearly brained herself with his bottle. Still, he was stationary, watching her and listening.

"My name is Katrina, but everyone calls me Kat. I personally don't wish for anything, I am happy with what I have...thanks. Maybe you can find a new owner since I haven't wished for anything or maybe you can give my wishes to someone else."

"A pleasure to meet you Katarina." A chuckle rumbled in his chest again, "I assure you, you do wish for something, everyone does. If you truly had no desires or wishes you could pass me on without much of an issue. Fortunately for me, humans always have desires, even those they aren't really aware of. We can sense these things, and I know you have wishes for me to grant. It may take some time for you to realize it, but you will. I have all the time in the world after all."

"Don't you like go back into the bottle until I can think of wishes? Or something like that? You don't just hang out do you?"

He chuckled again.

"Normally yes, I do just 'hang out'. I can't grant wishes from inside my bottle, and I can't protect you from there either. One of the more frequent ways for my owners to die is to wish me back inside it, then they get stabbed, or some other nasty means of exiting this world. Also, I can't return to my bottle until I grant your first wish. I have no idea why it works that way, but there it is. Oh, and your first wish can't be for me to go back into the bottle. Sorry."

The growing smirk on his face indicated he wasn't that sorry.

"You should know, my knowledge of your time is limited. If you'll permit me, I would like very much to learn how the world has changed since my last owner."

For some reason he was really grating on her nerves. He won't leave, she can't make him go back into the bottle until he grants a wish, but there wasn't anything she wanted or needed. Kat's eyes moved over him and noticed he was rather enjoying himself...at her expense she could imagine.

When he mentioned learning about what had changed, Kat just smiled and replied, "Sure sure, go wherever you need to, do whatever you need to, don't let me stop you. There is the door right there." She pointed to her front door, "Go have fun!" She was hoping and praying he would just leave and not return.

Kat stood up like she completely dismissed him from her thoughts as she moved into the kitchen to decide on something to eat. A huge bowl of chocolate ice cream and some drugs or maybe a strong drink would help. Maybe a mixture of all three was what she needed. She busied herself moving around the kitchen, deciding on a simple ham sandwich.

Once she got that on a plate and a glass of ice tea she walked around the counter, still ignoring he was even there and moved to her room. When she stepped through the entry way to her bedroom she used her foot to kick the door closed.

Smirking herself she moved and sat down on the bed, cutting on the television that was in her room, the one she rarely used. One way or another she would either get rid of him or ignore him.

Agrael waited patiently as Kat processed his information. She seemed to have accepted his presence as being real instead of some hallucination.

"Sure sure, go wherever you need to, do whatever you need to, don't let me stop you. There is the door right there." She pointed to her front door, "Go have fun!"

He laughed a little again. She was quite an amusing creature, very single minded. Djinn's tended to get on their owners nerves, and someone like Kat only made it more amusing to do so. He inclined his head slightly.

"I thank you for allowing that. But I think your computer will suffice."

She turned and then rather pointedly ignored him. As she paced the kitchen, trying to decide on some course of action, he moved to the desktop computer tucked in a corner. Much of a djinn's initial knowledge was gleaned from the mind of their owner, and Agrael had gained knowledge about how to operate the machine. When she pointedly kicked the door closed behind her, vanishing into her bedroom with a sandwich, he laughed. Something told him she really wanted something to dull the senses, but rather than seek that from alcohol or other drugs, she was going at it with just her mind. Denial was a powerful coping tool, unfortunately for her he had many ways of getting around it.

While his fingers danced over the keyboard, his eyes flicking side to side as he assimilated knowledge, his mind reached into hers again. As a general rule genie's had more access to their owners mind, but they were also more benevolent creatures. Djinn's have a wicked sense of humor. While he could only skim the surface of her mind, he could gain knowledge that way too.

While simultaneously marveling at the amount of porn on the internet and skimming through her immediate thoughts, he found one he could maybe play with. Whatever show she was watching on the television, their was an actor that was taking up a fair amount of her thoughts. He started her mind drifting to a very sensual place, a place where he couldn't follow. What he could do was magically tweak her body while her mind enjoyed a romp with the object of her current fantasy.

Kat placed the remote down beside the tea and leaned back against the headboard of her bed. Some commercials were playing and she wasn't paying much attention at the moment to the television, she was trying to think about what to do with the guy...the djinn and eat her sandwich.

She glanced up at the television about half way through her sandwich to find a movie playing. She recognized it but couldn't think of what the title was. Slowly she finished off the rest of the sandwich, setting her plate beside her before taking a sip of her tea. The main actor appeared and she realized what movie it was, "XXX".

Picking up the remote she backed up the show to the beginning, thank God for cable and DVR boxes. She started it from the beginning and relaxed back to watch it. Vin Diesel was such a hottie, she thought. Kat remembered the first time she ever saw him in a movie, it was "Pitch Black", where she fell madly in love with his voice. She would close her eyes and just listen to that voice, imagining it being some guy she was dating whispering to her. Yeah what he was saying wasn't quite what she would expect from a lover but just the sound of his voice was enough.

Kat was enjoying the movie so much she totally forgot about her problem in the other room. Her eyes roamed over Vin every time he showed up on screen, images of him floating around in her head as her body tingled. What she wouldn't give to have someone like that and they must have that voice, that voice that would make you wet just listening to it.

Kat was finding herself more and more excited at the thought of being with someone like him. She kept shifting on the bed trying to find a comfortable spot before finally laying on her back with two pillows under her head so she could still see the television.

A couple of times she found her hand massaging her breast or even between her legs rubbing herself through her jeans. She groaned to herself, she needed a man, at least one to have a bit of fun with. But...ohhh... to have someone like Vin Diesel, she moaned thinking about it.

Finally breaking down, Kat unfastened her jeans and slid her hand down the front of her pants, feeling exactly how wet she was thinking about it. Her eyes drifted close as thought of Vin danced in her head, "I so wish I had someone like that," she moaned out as her fingers slipped between her lips.

While Kat's mind was drifting deeper inside the pleasure center of her mind, a place Agrael couldn't follow her without her consent, her body was very much at his disposal. Without a wish there were certain limitations, but his magic could also be used rather freely in this case. Now his eyes were closed, letting the innate connection between a Djinn and it's owner come into play. He could see her, jeans open and part way down her thighs, one hand under her panties and stroking herself. The other hand was massaging one of her breasts through her shirt. The rest of her home was quiet, and he could just make out the sounds from the other room if he focused, the occasional explosion, and the rather unique voice.

"That's probably what's got her all worked up. Anyone with a voice like that probably has a rather attractive appearance."

He was speaking idly to himself as he began working her body. He started with her lips, pressing into them, soft and yielding, just like a lovers kiss would be. As much as she was enjoying her fantasy she'd just attribute the sensations to her mind, granted if he wanted he could do something she'd be forced to recognize. Not yet though, he wanted to learn about her first.

The soft magical "kisses" moved down her jawline, along her pulse. He added a pair of hands that slid her shirt up. In this case she left her breast for a moment and lifted it, aiding the magic and letting herself slip deeper into the fantasy. She pulled down the cups of her bra, and the sensation of being kissed intensified around her right nipple, her own hand still working the left.

In the other room Agrael was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. He wasn't deriving too much personal pleasure from this, but his sexual desires were hardwired to be complimentary to his owner, and at the moment he had no idea what made her tick. Instead he just focused on manipulating her hard nipple with a tongue. Her fingers were working faster on her clit, she was rapidly coming close to orgasm. Just as she was closing in on the threshold, her toes curling, legs squirming as her fingers deftly pulled at her pleasure, he totally and completely withdrew. She could still have an orgasm, but after the intensity of the magical stimulation, it would be a little bit of a letdown.

Kat was getting herself all worked up and she knew it, but in her mind she was imagining Vin and her together. Sensations tingled her lips and began to slide down her neck, her head tilted back as she moved her hand to pull up her shirt and release her breast to the air in the room.

Her fingers tweaked her nipple, pinching and pulling it as moan after moan slipped from her lips. Her other fingers were working over her clit quickly, feeling her body building and building, knowing she was close. Her hips rocked against her hand, her toes curled with the oncoming wave of pleasure she knew would strike at any moment.

Biting her lower lip as her orgasm began to crash over her. She mashed her breast to her chest as her hips raised off the bed, but as soon as it started it was over with. Her eyes snapped open and her behind touched back onto the bed. She felt the aftershocks of the orgasm but hell she had had better ones than this before. She groaned in frustration as she lay their panting, her eyes flicking over to the movie.

Finally Kat growled and pulled her hand from her pants, fastening them back up before fixing her bra and shirt. She slid from the bed, intending to go to the bathroom and run cold water over her face. This had never happened to her before, she was always able to get rather strong orgasms before.

Opening the door to her room she moved into the hallway, her face still rather flushed from her activities and there she saw HIM standing there. She glared at Agrael before darting into the bathroom and moving quickly to the sink. Kat saw how flush she was and was pissed at herself that she let herself get carried away with him in the other room. Growling in frustration again she began to run the water and splashed it on her face.

After a few more splashes she cut off the water and dried her face, turning she moved to the door. Taking a few deep breaths and trying not to think of what she was just doing moments before she moved into the hallway and back toward the living room and HIM.

She found she was getting hungry again, guessing that sandwich just wasn't enough food for her belly, that or the fact she just burnt it off playing with herself. Glaring at him she turned and moved into the kitchen not saying a word to him.

Agrael could tell when she started climaxing, her consciousness seemed to jerk back to the surface of her mind when he withdrew the sensations. She had a nice little orgasm, but nothing at all like the earth shattering one she had been building too. It took a bit of effort to not laugh aloud, but he managed it. He was still browsing the Internet for information when he heard her begin moving again. He stretched and was standing a few paces from her door when she came out, face flushed and eyes burning with passion that was far from sated.

No words passed between them, but Kat shot him a death inducing glare before sliding into the bathroom. Agrael moved to the kitchen, he was actually surprised at her. Most people were running through wishes by this point, their eyes wide and bright with the virtually limitless possibilities. Kat was simply wishing he would go away. Had that been the truth it was well within his power to make himself vanish, but he could sense she had many unfulfilled desires inside her. The key was getting her to admit them. In the interim they were stuck together. The more she sent hostile feelings towards her the less he looked forward to getting her to open up.

Just his luck, when she came out of the bathroom, she headed for the kitchen. He deftly slid back to the living room and seated himself on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, eyes following her motions.

"You know, I'm really not that awful of a burden. In point of fact I'm sure I could have made that little 'interlude' of yours much more enjoyable. My powers are tied to the realm of physical pleasure."

Kat hovered around in the kitchen trying to think of what to eat. She was on edge and she could feel it. The moment he mentioned her little 'interlude' her eyes shot up to him, "Do you give any privacy or do you like knowing everything that is going on around you?" As she spoke, heat rose up in her cheeks, but she couldn't help herself, she never had anyone actually knowing what she was doing, let alone be in the next room.

She turned from him, opening cabinets, pissed at him and herself. Shutting one and opening another. She wasn't really looking for anything in particular, in fact at this point she as just trying to keep her mind occupied without thinking about him knowing what was going on just moments before.

Finally closing the final cabinet door she turns back to him, "Okay you said you can't leave without granting me a wish and that wish has to be asked for in a sexual way...well with desire backing it right?" Kat moved to the counter and leaned against it thinking about what she could possibly wish for that she would desire enough for him to make it real? Then she could get rid of him.

Kat's lips began to curve into a smile, she had a plan, one he would not see coming at all, but it was something she desired, really desired and she even gained pleasure from it so it had to fall within his limits. Stepping back into the living room and take a seat beside him, but leaving some room, she turned to him, "Okay fine, I have a wish for you to grant." Closing her eyes she even imagined it when she said it, "I wish for a plate filled with warm walnut brownies with vanilla ice cream on top and a spoon to eat it with." Just thinking of it made her shiver where she sat and sighed contently.

Opening her eyes she looked to him, "So, can you grant that or not?"

"Do you give any privacy or do you like knowing everything that is going on around you?"

"In my defense, your rather vocal. Besides, I'm tuned into sexual energy, it's where I draw my power from. My apologies if that in someway disturbs you."

His speech patterns were changing, it was subtle and a result of his information seeking. Agrael was supposed to blend in, and how he spoke, or looked, or acted, all could be altered with a wish or out of necessity. His eyes followed her motions, she was just distracting herself. Part of him was a little nervous though, as soon as he granted her a wish, her next one would put him back in the bottle. It was his home of course, but he didn't really want to be stuck in there when he had an owner out here. Djinns might not be the most benevolent of beings, but he was created to serve. At times he resented it, but at the core of Agrael was that purpose.

"Okay you said you can't leave without granting me a wish and that wish has to be asked for in a sexual way...well with desire backing it right?"

"More or less. I'm not familiar with all the limitations of my powers."

Blasted honesty. Of course, without honesty he wouldn't be a djinn, he'd be something more like a efreet. And really, who wanted to be one of them? His gaze was now more cautious, watching her as she leaned against the counter, he could almost see the wheels turning in her head. What was she thinking?

"Okay fine, I have a wish for you to grant. I wish for a plate filled with warm walnut brownies with vanilla ice cream on top and a spoon to eat it with."

It was kind of ironic, Agrael had been mostly in her head to some degree during her little play session, but for some reason, this simple wish for ice cream seemed more erotic to her. She unconsciously licked her lips as she spoke, a shiver went down her spine, she even tipped her head back just a little bit. She took a moment to savor the mental image, an image that was rather clearly projected to Agrael as well, before she opened her eyes and almost challenged him.

"So, can you grant that or not?"

There was a moment of silence between them, a pause as the magical energies within Agrael swirled. He wasn't in control of whether a wish fell within his powers to grant, that had been laid down when he was created. Now he waited for the verdict.

"Yes, I can grant that wish."

What appeared on the counter before Kat was a plate, walnut brownies topped with vanilla ice cream, and a spoon. The place was roughly the size of a quarter and the spoon almost comically over large.

Kat just looked at it. One could probably make out the steam coming out of her ears from the rage she was feeling at that very moment. He wanted her to wish and she did and he gave her this?? Ohhhhh so he wants her to be literal huh? Well she can be literal!

Her eyes moved up to him glaring at him, imagining him being tied between two car bumpers and pulled apart. Oooo better yet, four cars, one for each limb....make it five so she could be the one driving the one that takes his head! Kat stood up and stormed to the front door. She knew she had to get away from him before she lost her temper, which she hadn't done in ages..what seemed like forever.

Slamming the front door she started down the sidewalk, planning on just going as far as the small play area in the apartment complex. She sat down on the swing and took a deep breath of the cool air, trying to calm herself down. She had never been so angry at a man before. Sure she had a temper and they pissed her off but when she starts imagining his demise with cars ripping him apart, that was a bit much.

Kat sat there for what seemed like hours but was maybe an hour at most, thinking on what had happened and how he got the best of her. She was going to beat him at his own little game and once she showed him she can't be messed with, she will send him packing to someone else.

Kat stood up and nodded to herself before the smirk left her lips and she sat back down. What could she possibly wish for and make it so literal that he couldn't possibly play around with her words? Her mind raced with ideas, but every one she came up with she could even see a flaw in it, but she wanted to get him back for this and bad!!!

The moment seemed to hang in time forever. It stretched and stretched, Kat simply staring at the rather small results of her wish, Agrael doing everything he could not to grin. She just started, the veins in her forehead starting to pulse. If he looked closely he could almost see a faint wisp of steam pouring from her ears. It had to break eventually, a moment only has so much elasticity. This one seemed to keep stretching, the tension building and building.

Then it snapped.

Kat glared at him, her face actually starting to turn red. He got the distinct visual image of himself being quartered by several high powered cars. Then she turned on her heel and stormed from the apartment. Agrael waited until he was certain she was out of ear-shot, then collapsed on the ground, howling with laughter. She probably couldn't have heard him anyway over the pulsing rush of blood behind her ears. He was surprised she didn't let out a yell of frustration as she moved down the sidewalk.

While she was out regaining herself, Agrael increased the size of the dessert, decreased the spoon, and ate it. He felt the odd shiver down his spine as the intoxicating blend of chocolate and ice cream danced across his taste buds. He could definitely understand her desire for this concoction, it was damn near sinful. Of course much of that was because it was magical, the highest quality of everything. When it was finished he reduced the food and increased the spoon again, then replenished the food. It just wouldn't do to have her knowing he'd swiped part of her treat.

Agrael again went before the computer, while Kat was out regaining control of her nerves he should continue gaining as much knowledge as possible.

Kat took a few more deep breaths of the night air and decided she was calm enough to return back to her apartment. As she opened her door she saw Agrael at the computer again. She guessed he was gaining knowledge of this time. Her eyes glanced over the 'dessert' and turned into the kitchen.

Moving over to her freezer, Kat opened the door and reached in, getting out her chocolate ice cream. Moving to a drawer, she grabbed a spoon and took the lid off the ice cream. Kat leaned her hip against the counter and looked Agrael over, letting her mind wander and think about all the possibly wishes she could come up with. Some were simple, but she knew she had to make it seem like she truly desired it.

After a few moments of not saying a word as she slowly, spoonful by spoonful ate the ice cream. Finally finishing, she slowly licked the spoon, making damn certain he was watching her when she did it. Tossing it into the sink she stuck the half eaten container back into the freezer.

Moving around the counter and down the hallway she dipped into her room long enough to get her glass of tea before cutting off her television. Moving back into the living room she took a seat and looked out at the night. Kat was still trying to come up with some idea that she could wish for that she desired greatly. Taking a sip of her tea, she leaned over and sat it on the coffee table, totally ignoring the 'dessert' that sat on the table.

She turned to Agrael, "I wish for you to fill up my bathtub with the perfect water temperature. In my bathroom, my bath tub, water filling it to 3 inches from the edge of the tub. The temperature exactly 103 degrees Fahrenheit. I wish you to do this for me Agrael." The thought of the warm bath actually made her sigh, but to herself. She knew he would sense her desires and know she craved the relaxation, which always was sexual in her mind. Calm mind and body was always open for sensual play.

Kat hoped he would grant it for her, but after the 'desert' she was expecting what she asked for. Her green eyes looked to him waiting for his answer on whether or not he would grant her wish.

Agrael was focusing on history when Kat returned. The politics and wars that had in large part shaped how the world had turned out. Of course he could spot the influence of the odd Djinn from time to time, but mostly humans were the fascinating parts. In fact, if one knew how to look, much of what humans called World War two was in some way influenced by the mystical beings that lived in obscurity.

When Kat returned he looked up, half smiling. She shot him one glare, then rummaged in the freezer for a bit. When she came out with chocolate ice cream he smiled. While not what she'd hoped for, it was certainly passable. She headed into her room next, then sat staring out at the night while he continued learning, now focusing on chemistry.

"I wish for you to fill up my bathtub with the perfect water temperature. In my bathroom, my bath tub, water filling it to 3 inches from the edge of the tub. The temperature exactly 103 degrees Fahrenheit. I wish you to do this for me Agrael."

The mystical energies again swirled around within Agrael while they determined whether or not the wish was acceptable. Whenever Kat made a wish he learned a little more about her, her sexual preferences, what she truly found erotic. In this case the wish was easily within his powers.

"It is done. I'd be careful getting in though."

In Kat's bathroom there was indeed water in the bathtub, it was heated to 103 degrees Fahrenheit. It was crystal clear, totally mineral free, and filled to three inches from the top. Of course, in this case it was three inches above the top, but none the less, three inches from it.

"Think of it like surface tension, it'll hold that shape until it's disturbed."

Kat walked into her bathroom and seen what was waiting for her. She groaned before turning back to him, "I wish the water was lowered 6 inches down from it's current position!" Kat knew though it would not be answered as she was more angry than anything else when she said it. Trying to make sure there is no room for interpretation in her wish and yet he still found one little thing.

Agrael was really getting on her nerves. Turning to him, her eyes raked over him, her anger about what he did was evident again. She stepped over toward him, her hands reaching up and gripping the edge of his vest, pulling him to her. Her eyes moved over his features, up to his hair, the different color layers in his hair seem to catch her attention for a moment. Her hand reached behind him and unfastened the pony tail to release his hair. Her anger went to wonder as her eyes went to his hair while her fingers ran through it trying to spread it out around his face.

Her eyes moved to his, his reminding her of the bottle and the fact that he came from that bottle. Being nothing but a pain since he got there, not once giving her what she wished for and she could see it in his eyes, he knew it too. Her fingers again moved down from his shoulders to the edge of his vest. Again she pressed him into her body, making sure there wasn't an inch between them.

"I can see you find this amusing Agrael. Do I amuse you so?" Kat leaned closer to him, her warm breath only brushing along his chin as he was taller than her. Her eyes tried to read his thoughts, but for some reason he was harder to read than most people. Kat took a step back and pulled him with her. She was sure he had learned when a woman wanted to get a man some place but didn't want to break the physical contact with him. Kat smiled to him, yet it didn't reach her eyes, which should have been the first clue to her desires.

Stopping again she rubbed her body along his as she stood up on her tip toes and brushed her lips lightly across his, not a kiss just a brush of her lips. She turned pulling him with her before she put all of her strength into pushing him back into the water he left for her.

"I wish the water was lowered 6 inches down from it's current position!"

Tempting as it was to do something outrageous, the wish wasn't made with desire in mind, so he couldn't grant it anyway. What he did do was lower the bath to the appropriate level, her emotions had actually totally hamstrung his powers at that moment. Besides, he'd made life difficult enough for her, much as he delighted in doing so, at his core Agrael wasn't cruel.

The water lowered, then she inexplicably stepped to him. It made no sense, she was angry at him, that was patently obvious. Why would she be so close, so tantalizing close? She released his pony tail, the brown red and gold locks shimmering while she arranged them.

"I can see you find this amusing Agrael. Do I amuse you so?"

"To be fair, your culture seems to derive great amusement from actions like this. The Jackass franchise, The Three Stooges, you have plenty of examples..."

He trailed off when she tugged him back towards the bathroom. This still didn't make any sense, what was she up too? When her lips brushed his, it wasn't a kiss, his mind blinked. Something was definitely wrong.

Then she shoved him backwards.

Agrael had just long enough to magic his clothing away before he crashed into the bath. Kat had already spun on her heel and marched out of the room when the water settled around his now naked form. She was different, he had to give her that much. With barely a thought the sloshed water left the bathroom floor and returned to the tub, cleaning any possible mess. Rather than get up spluttering and chase her down, he decided to take this as a sign she wanted him to bathe. So he spent the next few minutes lathering his body, washing his hair, cleaning himself. Only then did he exit the room, toweling his hair dry, vest still away somewhere, but pants back on his lower half. The previous design had been swapped for loose blue jeans that hung on his hips.

"Thank you Kat. It's been absolutely ages since I've had a bath, that was wonderful."

Kat turned on her heel before she even heard the splash of water. She walked back down the hall into the living room and sat down on the couch. Taking the remote she turned on the television and was flipping through stations. Kat actually glanced down the hallway toward the bathroom, but refused to go check on him. If he had drowned in her tub she would just have to find a way to explain it.

She finally found something to watch, "House" which always entertained her. Kat found herself strangely attracted to the smart mouth ass and she wasn't even sure why. Her eyes moved at the sound of Agrael moving down the hallways. Her eyes paused on his body, watching a drop of water trail down to the jeans that hung on his hips. She could see the line of his hip which made her breath catch just slightly before she could pull her eyes back up to his.

She had seen him in just the vest and the pants, but they did him no justice, none at all. Kat found herself staring and she smirked at him, "Glad you liked it." Her attention turned back to the show, trying to ignore him but just the feel of his presence was making it rather difficult.

Kat took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm her pounding heart. What the hell was wrong with her? Had it been that freaking long that she had to ogle over the damn smart ass in her apartment? Not once had he actually given her what she wished for and he knew it, that was why he was messing with her.

He would give it to her but not what was in her head, certainly not what she pictured and yet she was going to find a way to best him at this game. Once she accomplished that, she could tuck him back into the bottle and hand him off to someone.

The show ended and Kat gripped the remote and turned off the television, "Enjoy your evening Agrael, I am going to shower and go to bed." Kat didn't even wait for any type of response, nor did she even look his way as she said it. Heading down the hallways she stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. She turned on the water, making sure to get it as warm as she wanted it. If you want something right you do it yourself popped into her mind.

Agrael caught the momentary movement of Kats eye, traversing the line of his sculpted abs. Sculpted was the proper word, his magically enhanced physique could be altered, but given he approximated what Kat would enjoy the most after his internet scouring. When it slipped onto the diagonal line of muscle that pointed down his abdomen towards the waistline of his jeans he could almost see her tongue snaking out to lick her lips.

"Glad you liked it."

"Of course, a bath used to be a rare commodity, I still take every opportunity to savor them."

He sat beside her, not too close, but close enough. It would be mildly irritating without setting her off. Agrael was a creature of habit, and one created specifically for this purpose. Other djinns were good souls, some were downright evil, he was simply playful. Not in the most useful of ways, but he also wasn't prone to bouts of sadism either.

They watched the TV for a while, the silence actually not tense at all. It wasn't the most welcoming of moods, but at the moment she didn't want him strangled too badly either. All in all a fair trade from his perspective.

"Enjoy your evening Agrael, I am going to shower and go to bed."

"You as well Kat. Though I'd be careful about 'enjoying' your shower too much. The tile gives your voice a carrying resonance and I'd hate to field calls from your neighbors."

He channel surfed for a bit while she prepared to shower, for some reason his mind calling back to the moment before she'd shoved him into the tub, when her lips had brushed his. It had been so different, not a kiss, just a distraction, like a pawn movement. Yet he couldn't get it from his mind, the softness, so fleeting. While much of his sardonic wish fulfillment was how he was created, calling him simply juvenile and useless weren't accurate. Her next wish or so he'd have to allow to come naturally. Mostly it would be worth it to see the look on her face when she actually got what she wanted.