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Hovering over the counter, enjoying being able to actually prepare a meal for her without the utensils magically dancing to do his work for him, he started whistling. His tune was interrupted only by the worried looking woman who he was positive he'd left with all smiles just moments before. What a difference a few minutes could make!

Taken back at first by the questions, he laughed lightly, but stopped when her face showed no sign of humor at all. “Yes baby, I'm safe. It's a very safe town. Like I said, I came here to avoid the more dangerous work. And I'm good at what I do, trained in New York, remember?” he smiled to assure her, but knew he hadn't accomplished it yet. “Besides it's a small town, back up is minutes away no matter where in town I am.”

He set the newly completed sandwiches on the table and took her wrist, leading her to sit down. “Sure, my job is more dangerous then running a shop or something, but the farmers around her have accidents with equipment, restaurants got knives and stoves, and anyone can get run over while crossing the street. Everyday we all go out into the world, risking our lives to chance. I like to see my job as helping others to feel better about that, knowing someone will come for them, just as I know the police and rescue people would come for me if I ever needed it”

He kissed her cheek and set down across from her and poured two glasses of wine. “You do know I'd have delivered this to that bed that's growing cold, right?” He smiles, trying to change the subject back to something far more enjoyable. Somehow if was sure that was just a fleeting dream.
 
Jacquelyn smiled at her spouse, still not ready to admit to him that her “visions” were often true, unless someone with power intervened. She just didn’t know when her husband’s life would be threatened, but she knew it would be. . .one day. She rose from her seat and wrapped her arms around her mate. “Let’s go warm up the bed,” she told him, her lips pressing seductively against his. With a flick of her wrists their food and drinks danced into the air and then silently through the house toward the bedroom.

Together they moved back into the sanctuary where each one was soon pawing at the other with fingers and mouths. Jacquelyn slid down to her knees, licking her way across her spouse’s chest, until she was safely snuggled on the floor with her gaze looking up at his and her bright eyes locking on his lust-filled ones.

Her fingers reached out and cupped his balls, lifting and rolling the spheres between her smooth, soft fingers. Her mouth descended on his shaft and she sucked greedily on the tip, before pushing her lips further down and suckling on the hard flesh. “Mmm....” she moaned, then hummed a soft melody on his dick, hoping he was enjoying the erotic vibrations that shuddered around his cock. Her own arousal grew and she released his balls, slipping one of her fingers into her sex.
 
Benny wondered if all husbands had it this good. He knew that they didn't, and that this witch was a sexual powerhouse. All he could do was focus on standing, so she could continue her craft. HE was long past considering if she used magic to enhance sex; what did it matter? The sex was great!He was also long past thinking on what she had said, and what she might be getting at. Cops were usually pretty good about reading into what others were saying,and not saying, but those tended to be cops without a gorgeous woman with her perfect lips wrapped around his pole. Such was now the case.

“Oh God Jacquie...sooo.....yeah...” He didn't care that he didn't make sense, just wanted it never to end. But some thoughts creped into the lusty haze filled head of his, and took root. She might be a magical vixen, seducing him with a look, but he had a few tricks too.

Benny set his hands on her shoulders, and reluctantly, very reluctantly, drew himself back, and bent his legs to crouch down to her; where he scooped her into his arms, and tossed her on the bed. As she bounced and tried to orient herself , he was already on her, holding her delicious creamy thighs apart. He kissed his way down on and up the other, missing the folds in between, only to return to those after the kissing was slowly accomplished.

“We'll see who drives who wild here babe,” he smiled. With that, he descended licking and flicking his way across her sex in attempt to drive her sexually insane. Several times he was surprised at the strength in her legs trying to close and grab onto his head, but he manged to hold them apart, if not still.
 
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“Bennnny!” Jacquelyn screamed as she felt her husband’s continued assault on her sex. Her fingers clenched the blankets as her hips rose up. She felt his nose nuzzle against her clit and she ground herself even further against him, wanting to feel the cartilage dig into her sensitive nub. His breath blanketed her. The warmth of it, combined with the hot moisture of his tongue lapping at her slick opening, drove her toward a tall mountain top. Jacquelyn hissed and growled as she bucked and rode her mate’s mouth. “Ffffuccckkk Bennnny!” she cried out again.

Her climax erupted and she shuddered violently against his face. Behind her clenched lids, stars danced and collided together to explode into millions of tiny sparks. Sheets of black silk closed over her mind and she felt the breath in her throat become locked inside. She screamed his name again, shook continuously as he kept on his vigorous battle. Another orgasm poured from her, followed by a third. The multiple eruptions were unlike any she’d experienced before and when her body finally finished it sweet release, Jacquelyn was left limp and unconscious.

As she lay there, her chest rose in a steady breathing rhythm that showed she was very much alive, even if she was on a plain where no one could reach her.
 
Wave after wave, he kept on, eager to see how many he could elicit from his wife. He was pretty sure the final count was three, maybe four, but definitely three. He grinned from ear to ear as he rose up from between her legs and crawled over her body. She lay motionless, aside from ragged breathing, and on arriving at her sweet lips he discovered they did not part to welcome him. Looking closer, he discovered that in fact, she had passed out.

While initially quite proud of himself, for he figured that was a feat few could claim, he suddenly had very different feelings on the matter, as his swollen, aching cock throbbed in time with his pulse. Maybe he should have let her finish after all, before returning the favor. With a sigh he rolled off the bed, and tucked her into the blankets. A cool shower was in order for him, and after seeing to it he returned to her side. For uncounted moments Benny just watched her sleep, admiring how beautiful and peaceful she looked. Even innocent, though the actions that had brought on this slumber were anything but! Everyone looked innocent sleeping, and his Jaquelyn only more so.

Finally he crawled under the covers to join her, and turned out the light. Somehow, as if by magnetic force, he found that they were snuggled together before he drifted off to join her in his dreams.
 
The following morning Jacquelyn stretched and yawned as the light from the sun poured over her and Benny. She blushed as she looked down at his hand pressed possessively over her sex. She licked her lips and smiled when she recalled what he’d done to her. A sliver of shame that she’d passed out, denying him the pleasure of coming filled her and she rolled around to gently press him to his back. “Wake up, baby,” she whispered and slid her way down his chest, licking and sucking on his flesh until his cock was nestled in the warmth of her mouth.

Without much effort on her part his dick was swollen and thrusting forward, driving its way deeper and deeper down her throat. Her skin grew flushed and her pussy slick, but she refused to pleasure her own body when his had been neglected the night before. Her lips rolled over the ridged tip and then back down again. She angled her head so she could graze the sides of his shaft with her teeth and push against the spongy top with her tongue.

Her fingers managed to stroke the base of his dick, while the digits from her other hand massaged and coaxed his balls to tighten against his flesh. Faster she moved and longer, deeper sucking motions were used as she paid homage to his sex. She felt the blood pumping under the skin and drank harder, lapping at his pre cum and moaning around the hard skin.

Jacquelyn popped off and gazed at her spouse. “I’m thirsty,” she muttered, knowing he would only more than give her what she desired, before either of them had to go to work.
 
Benny learned something rather important of his witchy wife that morning; her apologies (warranted or not) were extremely enjoyable. He was awake, how could he not be? With a smile that spanned his face, he finally opened his eyes in time to see the strawberry haired beauty with perfect lips and a delightful case of bed-head descend upon his shaft.

“Good morning beautiful,”
he managed with some effort, then folded his arms behind his head to enjoy the show. As she worked his cock and balls, he failed to maintain the look of detached amusement, and even struggled to keep his eyes open throughout the event. He thought about questioning where she had learned those skills, but thought better of it, and chose to just be grateful. Maybe witches were trained in the fine arts of sexual exploitations, or maybe some wild collage days; either way he was reaping the rewards now.

The sights and sounds the woman created though did not let him hold out long under her attentions. Her delicate fingers fondling his balls tickled the cum right out of them, until he was spurting his seed into the hot, wonderful, wet bliss of her mouth. His hips rose up off the bed involuntarily, back arching, as he moaned and more shot out of him.

By the time his entire body, save for the cock still blanketed in her warmth, went limp on the bed, his head spun, and all thoughts came and fizzled away in the same instant. He was lost in a haze of bliss.
 
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Jacquelyn giggled around his cock as his body fell to the bed and the sigh of pleasure and utter relaxation left his lips. She licked her way off his cock, then slipped up his body, swallowing and licking the evidence of his release on the way up. Once she reached his face, she grinned and took in the blank expression, lowered her lips and kissed his mouth slowly and teasingly. “Good morning,” she whispered, before sliding herself off him and winking. “You relax there for a while, I’m going to steal your shower.”

She scooted away and purposely shook her body in a seductive manner as she walked toward the bathroom. Once there she went through her morning absolutions, eventually tucking herself under a sheen of hot, steamy liquid and a mammoth supply of bubbly froth. The smell of soap filled the air as did the rolling mist of heat. In her mind the morning replayed and Jacquelyn felt at peace with her marriage and the man that she’d left spent in bed. By the time her shower was over she was thinking of work and how the girls were going to react to her news.
 
Benny lay there in a stupor he wished he might never recover from. He'd just had the best wake up call in his life, and left utterly spent on his bed before he'd had his first cup of coffee. Hell, before he ever got up at all!

He eventually mad his way to the bathroom, while she was still in the shower, and having taken care of business, began to shave. The day seemed so dull compared to how it started. He even nicked himself once while reminiscing on how wonderful she had been. Continuing to dab at the wound with a bit of toilet paper, he went to the closet and began to dress himself for work. Apparently he'd spent too much time laying there in heaven to manage a shower before heading in.

It was strange to think of all that had happened in his 'one day off' he was given to recover from the night with the tree smashing through her house. He didn't think any recovering had been done at all, and was wondering when that might begin – if ever – with this woman.

Still the ring was on his finger, and he doubted a bunch of cops would miss the shiny gold, so there would need to be answers. He wasn't one to beat around the bush on any issue, so the truth would have to do...well part of it. He figure leaving out the time travel, and magic, and other impossibilities might be best after all.

He greeted her with a deep, thankful kiss as she emerged from the bathroom, and he finished buttoning up his uniform.
 
Jackie enjoyed the morning kiss, licked hungrily at her husband, then dashed around him as his fingers began to play a naughty melody on her skin. She quickly darted to his closet and grabbed a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. “These will do, for now,” she winked, then slipped her feet into her shoes. Her gaze raked over him and she longed to undress him with her hands instead of her eyes.

“I need to go, as do you I am sure. The store closes at eight, but if you come by, I can talk the boss into letting me out early,” she winked as she made her way toward him. “I know her really well.” She stepped up and kissed his lips, then wiggled away again. “You promised me that your job is relatively safe, so I am holding you to it. . . at least until I can come up with a way to protect you.”

She knew he would have questions, but she still didn't have answers. Her visions had never lied to her before and she knew they wouldn't start lying to her now. Licking her lips, she sighed and turned away. “We should plan a honeymoon... one that doesn't involve time travel. Unless you're up to that again,” she said, before darting down the hall and out the door. Her smile and laughter lasted her through the walk to the nearest cab, which she took to her store across town.
 
She was as confusing as ever, be it in a long forgotten past, or stepping out of the shower; the woman was an enigma. “I'll do my best,” he promised, as he wondered what she was getting at with this repeated topic.

Still he watched her go, and knew that he should have given her a ride, but they were both running late. The ride to work was pleasant enough, but all hell broke loose in the parking lot, before he was even 4 steps from his Jeep. George was headed for him with a look of worry. “Man, the Captain is hot over being short manned yesterday, I hope you enjoyed the day off...”

And it happened, before he even walked in the building, Ol' George noticed the new bling. “Looks like you did. The chic you got off her ticket in court Monday? Man, you are trying to to shoot yourself in the foot. Good thing you just wanted to be a lowly beat cop...”

Benny managed to steer the conversation back to the Captain, and felt a little better walking into the man's office. After a good, lengthy ass chewing on how to act like a professional, he emerged from the office with every soul in a 3 block radius having heard about his 'highly suspect, possibly illegal, and totally inappropriate marriage', from the Captain's shouts. It only made things worse when Benny defended himself and his new bride.

At least Jackie would be thrilled, he was put on a desk until further notice. Groaning he flopped down behind the piles of reports, and noticed how Sheryl made daggers at him as she walked out to her patrol car.
 
Jackie sailed through her morning. A smile on her face and a song in her heart, much like a schoolgirl after her first kiss or her first fantastic date. Her employees insisted on giving her the morning off and though that meant Jacquelyn could disappear and shop for whatever she wished, she didn’t, instead she stayed around the shop, ordering various bottles that she would eventually fill with her special creams, lotions, and perfumes.

When the chime over the door rang out Jacquelyn didn’t bother to rise from to see who was coming until one of her employees called out to her. She sighed and made her way from her office in the back to the front where she stopped to stare at her uncle. “No,” she muttered lifting her hand to ward off any words he thought of uttering. “You’ve done enough, turn around and leave.”

Maximillion winked at the pretty girl behind the counter. “Take off dear, Jackie won’t be needing you anymore today.” Jacquelyn frowned, but nodded her head dismissing the young woman.

“I have another in the back, do you want me to get rid of her too?” she asked.

“Not unless she’s going to come bounding out her anytime soon,” he winked and flicked his wrist, “which she won’t.”

Jackie sighed, knowing once again she was going to have to explain to Abby that the shop was not haunted and the girl had just accidently locked herself in the storage closet. “What is it you want Max? Benny is not happy with you. You’re not his number one Uncle, you know and after that stunt you pulled you’re not mine either at the moment.”

“Come now Jacquelyn, surely you see the wisdom of my trick. You found your mate, far sooner than you would have on your own. Though that whole speeding ticket and court thing was fun to watch you weave.”

“You saw that?” she asked.

“Yes, who do you think made sure the young man was on that particular stretch of highway that day. I knew he was the one long ago, but we digress. I’m here because I like you sense the danger your mate is in and I have a feeling he doesn’t realize your unique gift. Have you told him of your visions?”

Jacquelyn frowned. “No. He says he’s safe though, because there isn’t a lot of crime in this area. So my vision is wrong. It was bound to happen one day.”

Maximillion shook his head. “I’ve had the same one though, which means Benny’s death... “

“Accident!” Jackie screamed.

“Benny’s accident will occur, unless you do something to stop it. Which you can’t so accept it, move on and leave him.”

Jackie was shocked by her Uncle’s proclamation. “Leave him? I love him. I can’t leave him, even if I wanted too,” she held up her hand, “we’re mated. For life! What is all this about?”

Max sighed. “Jackie, Benny’s going to die unless you find a way to protect him. Have you made him a medallion yet?”

“No. We just got home from that lovely vacation you sent us on, remember?”

Max grinned. “Ahh yes. Perhaps I should send you both away again,” Max said spinning on his heels and walking away. He was out the door and around the corner before Jacquelyn realized he was even gone.

“MAXIMILLION! We are not through with this!" she screamed at the empty air surrounding her. Eventually she heard Abby yelling and Jackie resigned herself to freeing her locked in employee.
 
Jackie was right, he was in mortal danger. One more paper cut, and he thought he might toss himself out the window. Granted that might be a lot more dramatic, if the station had more then just one story above ground (lock up was in the basement). The image of him standing on the window ledge, all 3 feet off the ground, shouting that 'he'll do it' at least made him chuckle, but that was short lived as his finger came across another imperfectly applied staple.

After the lengthy string of curses finished flowing from his mouth, he vowed that when (and if) he ever got back to the beat, he'd be very careful with every report he stapled, and do it correctly for the benefit of the sorry sap behind the desk.

At long last, his lunch break came, and he rushed to his jeep and raced to Jacquelyn's shop. He'd never been there, and figured he should see it, but more importantly he needed an escape from the evil, unending pile of paper that had butchered his hands and mind all morning.

Within minutes he was pulling into the place, and smiled as he saw it for the first time. Quaint. A bell announced his entrance through the door, and he looked around for his wife. That notion was still very strange, but so was time travel, and families of witches.

“Hey Jackie, care to save a poor cop from his treacherous lifestyle, at least for lunch?” he called into the shop as he took a look around.
 
Jackie poked her head up from behind a counter and squealed, launching herself over the antique wood and into her husband’s arms. Her lips collided with his and her tongue dueled a battle that left her breathless. “Helloooo handsome!” she exclaimed as she pulled herself off of him. She grinned wide and grabbed his hand, then led him to the back room.

“What a wonderful surprise!” she said and then called out for Abby and Heather. Abby came out from behind several boxes and shyly glanced at Jackie and Benny. “This is him! This is my husband,” she said with the excitement of a school girl’s voice. “Benny this is Abby.” Another person entered the room from the back door that led to the alley. “Ohh and this is Heather.”

Heather frowned and shook her head. “Jackie, what did you send me out for?” she asked. “I remember your Uncle stopping by, but then nothing. I just remember walking around Tipton square and I’m sorry... I just don’t know what I was there for or what I was supposed to buy.”

Jacquelyn frowned, but squeezed her employee’s shoulder. “It’s okay. I’ll get it myself tomorrow. This is my husband, Benny.”

She watched the girls blush at the handsome man and congratulate him on landing their very “unique” boss lady. “She’s a witch, you know,” Abby whispered, “and this place is haunted.”

“I’m not a witch. I’m just skilled and we aren’t haunted. I told you that you accidently locked the door on yourself again.” Jackie could see Benny’s confusion. She took his hand again and pulled him to her. “Lunch right?” she asked. “Tea and me?” she offered and then heard her employees giggle.
 
“Hold the tea.” He laughed with the girls and let him be led away, though more at the comment that she was not a witch. She led him into a small office, and he shut the door firmly behind them, his hands already working under her blouse.

“You do know how to cheer a guy up,”
Was all he said between hurried kissing, ranging from her lips and up and down her neck, ans fingers teased and pulled at her flesh. He hadn't known his wife long, and even less so by everyone else's observation, but they had been through a lot. All this got boiled down to one thought though; his wife was Hot. He couldn't keep his eyes off her when she was in the room, or his hands off whenever she was near enough to touch. Would it always be like this, a distant thought wondered? Did it matter? For now it was true, and for the next 30 minutes before he had to leave, he wanted to think only on some very great reasons to be forever bound to this woman.

He had two of those reasons more then filling the palms of his hands, at least until he let his fingers run lower to tug at her pants, unfastening them.

“Make time stop baby, I want to enjoy you forever,”
He whispered in her ear, wondering is she just might make his wish come true.
 
Jacquelyn’s hands were just as busy as Benny’s. Her fingers tugged his shirt from his slacks and she popped off buttons with a flick of her fingers, barely watching them glide gently from their homes. She licked his neck, pulled his ear with her teeth and then rubbed her bra-clad chest against his now bare one. As his fingers toyed with her slacks, Jacquelyn growled. She stepped back and pushed his hands away, grabbing her own pants and pushing them from her hips and ass. Benny didn’t remain idle as she watched him work to free himself.

Stepping back, she flicked her wrist again and everything on her desk slid easily to the floor, landing softly in a quiet heap. Her lower lip shook as she kicked off her slacks the rest of the way and then dragged off her panties, and released her bra. The sound of laughter reached her and she giggled, knowing her employees could hear everything. She didn’t care though. Her husband was there and he wanted her as badly as she him. She snapped her fingers; her office door lock slammed home.

“Benny,” she whimpered as she ran her fingers across her sex. “I can’t stop time. . .but Max...” She giggled at his expression and waited while her fingers toyed with her soft mound.
 
He ignored the reference to her uncle, who was not his favorite person, despite the good that had come from his actions. Instead he too offense at her starting without him, running her lovely fingers across the thick, moist lips between her legs.

Kicking his pants and shoes off in a pile, and then discarding his boxers as well; Benny the charged his wife, pushing her toward the now clean surface of her desk. He pulled her hand that had been teasing her sex away and toward him. Licking her early fluids form her fingers, he grinned, then stepped between her legs and lifted her up to the desk.

His cock slid found its home, and was greeted with a tight silky warmth. Waisting no time, he began pushing in and out of her, eager to make what short time they had this afternoon as great as possible.
 
Jacquelyn felt the hard firm cock sliding in and out of her. Her inner muscles clamped down on his dick, holding him tightly inside her and forcing him to keep drag himself in and out of her with great force. Her hands, now free of her pussy were now gripping and pulling at her breasts. Jackie moaned and hissed, wrapped her legs around Benny’s waist and pushed herself up into him. She ground her sex against his and trembled as her first orgasm began to build up inside her.

“Benny,” she gasped and growled as he continued to pound into her. She knew they only had a short time to screw her husband and she wanted everything she could get from him. Faster they moved in a frenzied pace, until she was grabbing his arms and holding on tight to him. Her nails bit into his skin and then marked his flesh as she arched her back, dragged her fingers down and felt her pussy shutter around him.

Seconds, if that many passed before she felt the swelling heat of her sex become sheathed in the fluids of her husband’s release. She whimpered as he pushed deep, letting his eruption fill her completely. “Oohh fuck,” she hissed and ground herself against him again, enjoying the textures that mingled together. “Oh baby,” she whispered, pulling him to her for a long, drawn out kiss.

“Every day,” she muttered against his lips, “come fuck,” she kissed his neck, “every day.” Her tongue dove into his mouth and she pushed her body against his again. “Tomorrow,” she kissed his ear, “the wall,” she suggested and put her lips to his shoulder and bit down, “then in the store room,” she hinted at again before collapsing against her desk and relaxing her hold on his hips.
 
Half laying his Jacquelyn, enjoying her raspy voice make erotic demands of all his future lunch breaks, all he could do was nod and kiss her; sometimes on the lips, or her neck and chest, but not offering verbal approval of her plan. It wasn't needed.

Finally withdrawing his sensitive rod form her still gripping pussy, he flopped into her chair, and continued placing kisses along her exposed body. “Fuck baby, is it always this good being suddenly married to a witch?” He didn't really expect an answer, but just let his head rest on her large, natural pillows.

Relaxing as long as he dared, he groaned when finally deciding to get up and put his uniform back on, not caring that it had accumulated some wrinkles during it's stay on the floor. He looked at her the entire time, still amazed such a beautiful woman was his forever.

“I love you.” Still a new phrase, but no less honest. “See you at home, baby.” he leaned back over the desk and kissed her goodbye before taking a deep breath, Benny unlocked the door, and chuckled at the two girls who suddenly looked very busy. “See you girls tomorrow,” he joked and left the shop.

The drive back to work was over too soon, and before long he had another paper cut to cuss about. He took a deep breath, and remembered his lunch break, and that tomorrow was the wall. The thoughts of his sexy wife kept him going through the day as he sifted through he mountain of papers.
 
It seemed like the hours flew by as Jacquelyn brought back the moments in her office to the forefront of her mind all day. By the time she was locking up and walking back toward her vehicle she was aroused and walking on cloud nine. If she’d been a witch with a broom, she’d probably been flying, but flying wasn’t her strong point so she opted to keep herself on the ground.

Once she reached her car, she slid in behind the wheel. The growled, “Max where are you?”

Maximillion popped up from the back seat and grinned. “Hello lovely.”

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, spinning around to stare at him.

“I’m wondering if you want to take that fella of yours on a trip. Someplace far away and safe from harm. He got hurt at work today.”

Jacquelyn’s eyes grew wide with fear and she started her car, peeled out of her parking spot and careened down the road at an ungodly speed. “What happened? When did it happened? Where is he? Is he dead? Ohhh please Max, tell me he’s not dead.”

Max snickered. “Slow down or I’ll be lifting us both into the air. He’s not dead. He’ll be home and his injuries are not severe, though they will show you that he’s just not safe in this time. You need to go somewhere else.”

Jacquelyn continued to make her way home, refusing to ease up on the gas. “I am not agreeing to be taken through time.” She then pulled into her driveway, cut the engine and bolted to the house, which to her disappointed was still empty.
 
After an insufferable time, the clock finally reached 6PM, and he sighed with relief. He'd never had to 'stalk the clock' when out patrolling, and watching the patrols come rolling back in to drop yet more paper on his desk hurt worse. Some didn't even bother to notice the new guy behind the desk, others looked on him with sympathy or pity. Sheryl looked on him with spite and anger that he didn't understand, but definitely felt.

But the day was done, and he kept like a ninja past the captain's office, and out to his jeep. Once safely behind the wheel, he let the visions of his wife return, yet again, to excite him on the ride home.

It took an hour.

Two accidents and normal traffic at this our changed his mind from sexual, to just crude as he cursed the world out for hold him back. His driveway had never been such a cherished sight then when he pulled into it that night.

Benny opened the door, and his good spirits returning, couldn't help himself. “Honey, I'm home!”
 
Jacquelyn flew out of the bedroom and across the room, not literally, but Benny probably didn't realize that as she launched herself into his arms and squeezed him tight. "Where have you been?" she hissed in his ear as she held him close and let the fear she'd been holding for the last two hours sweep through her.

Tears fell from her eyes as she pulled away, just enough so she could take stock of him. She wiped at them and then ran her fingers over his clothes, promptly forcing them to separate at the seams and fall away to the floor. "Where are you hurt!?" she demanded as her fingers began to explore every inch of his flesh.

She ran her palms across his chest and down against his ribs. She knelt down in front of him and examined his legs, his groin and lifted his cock so she could explore every spec of his skin. "What happened! Where are you hurt?" she demanded, rising back up to her feet and glaring hotly at her naked husband.

She could see his confusion and she was also confused. Crossing her arms under her chest, she stared hard at him. "Max told me you'd gotten hurt today! YOU told me your job was perfectly safe! Who hurt you and where the fuck are you hurt?!"
 
Benny could not believe the greeting, as crazy as it was. He might have felt good that she was so concerned, but he'd already told her his job was safe...so if this was how he was to be greeted each night....

But then she said the one thing that made sense....Max.

“Damnit Jacquelyn, I'm not hurt. The worst that happened to me was a few staples and paper cuts,”
irritation filling his voice. He thrust his fingers to her face, if anything on his body had been overlooked, it were these tips. The band aid coving his index finger turned out to be the only thing other then the golden ring that bound him to her.

“That uncle Max is going to be the death of me. So far he's been far worse for my health then my job, perhaps you should focus your concern for my well being at him?”

Irritated that he was naked, and recovering from being frightened, then reminded of her uncle, he brushed past her, went to the 'fridge, and grabbed a beer, offering one to her with a gesture.

What on earth could he do about Uncle Man...?
 
Jacquelyn sighed and walked over to join Benny. She took the beer and popped the top and his with a simple swirl of her fingers. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “You don’t need to yell at me though. He was in the car on the way home and told me you’d gotten hurt. Not seriously but hurt. I didn’t know how hurt his not seriously was. I mean. . .think about it. He sent us across time as a pre-wedding gift. To him it was no big deal.”

She took her beer and made her way to the couch. Once curled up she studied her husband. Should she tell him of the vision. Her fear of his pending death. If she did, what steps could he take to insure his own safety? Even she didn’t know the exact time or place or even who the shooter was.

Jacquelyn turned away and studied the TV. Without thinking she used the remote next to her and flicked the news on. “Come sit with me,” she said, admiring her very naked husband. “I think we should take up nudity after work. I like you in a uniform, but out of one is more delicious.”

She winked and then caught the tale end of the opening seven minutes of news. One news reporter stood outside of a bank and was covering a story about a recent bunglery two cities away from theirs.
 
“Uncle Max…” he grumbled, and took a long swig from his now opened bottle.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, guess that guy brings out the worst in me. Tell ya what, I’ll hunt down some relatives of mine that I don’t care to see too often, and you can hold a grudge against one of them, just so we’re even.”

At her request, he made his way to her, still nude, and sat down. “You have me at a disadvantage, I’m the only one nude after work it seems…” He wasn’t even sure he liked the idea of being in the raw after work every day. It seemed her uncle could drop in at any time, and that was a whole line of thinking far more disturbing then how drafty the house could get, and neighbors asking for a cup of sugar. But who would argue with a witch; especially one with that gleam in her eye.

“To hell with the news babe. We’re not only newly weds; we’re newly met. Let’s either fuck like bunnies or talk, and fill each other in on the things we should probably know. Maybe a little of each even.”
He grinned at his own suggestion.

“Ok, I’ll start.”
He pondered what to ask for a moment, then came up with something. “Do you have a pointy hat, and ride a broom. If so, I gotta see it. A pointy hat would be sexy as hell on you…weird maybe I’m developing a witch fetish?”
 
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