A Witchy Tale - closed

[Tseranc]

Benny drank the coffee, listened, and watched his wife 'magic' up her toast with butter. Sometimes he felt like he was dreaming, and would wake up whenever she did things like that. But he blinked a few times, and again faced the fact that his reality was a very different one then most others had to accept. “Right now is fine. If needed, work can call me in the present, where I am guessing satellite phones get pretty poor reception a few hundred years ago. And with the magic of a phone, we can just call if there is trouble. Besides, as exciting as it would be to see the ruins before they were ruins, they might have some Mayan's that didn't care for us still using them. Spears can be just as dangerous as bullets.”

Ben got up, and went to to the stove to remove the bacon that was done, and scramble up the eggs. It wasn't needed, he was sure that one of the magical folk in the kitchen could repair anything, but he needed to feel useful at that moment. Here he was, a police officer, sworn to serve and protect, and he was being protected by two witches from a future he could not see.

He dished out the food onto three plates, and handed one to Max, then returned to his bride with a plate in each hand, setting one in front of her. “Thanks for cooking breakfast love,” he kissed her forehead as he sat down, not caring that Max was there to see his affection for his niece. That man seemed determined to drop by whenever, and so Benny decided that his unannounced visits would not interfere with he and Jacky.

He took a bite, and moaned his approval, smiling up at Jacquelyn. “Delicious dear, thank you.” He ate some more, then addressed his uncle in law once more. “So are my plans suitable to you Max? How much safer from society can a man get then in a remote rain forest, with a witchy wife, and cell phone?”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Max shrugged his shoulders and piled food onto his fork, slid the utensil into his mouth and moaned appreciatively. After several bites, he addressed his nephew-in-law. “You'll be fine there, just don't let the skeeters get you... malaria and all that nonsense. She's only as good as her mother and well...”

“Max,” Jaquelyn sighed as she finished some of her juice. “You heard him. We're going in our time and my mother is an excellent witch. Unless you are doubting the ability of her instructor?” She lifted a brow and watched as Max's face turned slightly red. He had instructed her mother in many elements of magic so she knew the jab would sting.

She winked at Benny and resumed eating, then cleared the plates when they were all finished. “Max, go home and let Benny and I handle things here. I've got to leave instructions for the girls and Benny has to deal with work. Another shocker like this isn't going to rest easy on the higher ups at the department.”

“Well, I can help there,” Max offered.

Jaquelyn quickly shook her head and took her Uncle's arm, ushering him from the room and out into the sunshine. “Good bye Uncle Max.” She stepped up, while he leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“You'll call me and the others if you run into trouble?” he whispered.

“Always,” she answered back and kissed him again. She closed the door and leaned against it, facing her mate. “You'll get used to him, honest. And then someday you'll even like him.”

 

[Tseranc]

“Maybe. On both counts.” He chuckled, and resumed eating. “No promises with him.” He really had not liked Max insulting Jaquelyn's magical prowess, but she had taken care of her uncle before he could say anything. As far as he was concerned, she was the best damn witch the world had ever seen, and woe be to those who might say other wise.

He finished up his meal, and thanks his witchy wife with a kiss, before heading down the hall to get dressed for work. He did not relish the idea of facing the Captain again, but knew he would have to. At least he had lunch to look forward to; his instructions to pay her a 'visit' still standing.

He was ready in record time, not one to delay the unpleasant inevitable. He gave Jackie a large, hug, and passionate kiss good-bye, and winked at her about meeting up later, and was out the door.

His jeep carried him to the station, where he found another sizable mountain of papers awaiting him on his desk. The Captain was on the phone in his office, and obviously already upset about something, so he just went to work, trying as best he could to be the diligent little paper pusher he was ordered to be. When the opportunity presented itself he went into his bosses office and asked about leave.

From the vantage point of those outside the office, one might think Benny had asked if he could fuck his bosses daughter on the dinner table at Easter. Various shouts of being ungrateful, shady, and disrespectful came from the captain. But the surprise to all in the station came when another voice was raised. Benny fought back, just as loud, and just as brutally honest. The encounter ended with Benny storming out of the Captains office, slamming the door so hard the glass nearly broke. He didn't return to his desk, or make any stop on his way out the door. Didn't even slow down as several friends asked him what went on in there.

His Jeep once more carried him away, this time without a destination in mind. Fuming made, he just drove, and drove. As he calmed down, he realized he was late for his lunch date with Jaquelyn. Immediately regretting that, he drove to her shop, and entered. He tried to look apologetic, but it was obvious he was still very upset.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The day was a busy one for Jacquelyn as she made plans for her spur of the moment honeymoon. She told the girls at her work that she and Benny were leaving for an extended holiday, but she would always be in reach. She handed one of them a card, explained that all she had to do was dial the number on the card, leave a message and Jacquelyn would hear it when she checked in on the shop. The looks of curiosity were evident on her employees’ faces, but they didn’t ask questions, some knowing full well that Jacquelyn was ‘special’.

She went to her office and remained steadfast in her work when the door to her shop opened. Immediately she looked up through the glass window that faced the shop. Her smile lifted spontaneously from her lips as Benny walked in. It dropped just as fast when she saw the expression on his face.

He came in; she rose from her desk and closed the door behind him, pulled the shade down and leaned against the window and curtain. “It didn’t go well,” she whispered, already sensing that the vacation he’d asked for was either denied or allowed with severe consequences. She wasn’t sure which she wanted more. . .denial meant he could still be what he loved, a police officer, consequences meant that perhaps he was no longer a cop, which would hopefully change his future.

 

[Tseranc]

“Not exactly...Captain and I got in a shouting match. Not entirely certain I have a job to go back to this afternoon.” He said, his voice harsh with mixed anger and sorrow. “Maybe for the best though. If I ran away from the job in New York, what business do I have hiding behind a desk here?” Memories of his choice to leave the big city stung him again, as if those wounds were new. Jacquelyn wanted to keep him safe, keep him away from danger, but at that moment in his life, seeing his career failing, he wished he could be back with NYPD, and maybe even take the detective's test. He wanted to do some good, and was sure that he could.

But those thoughts, those desires would only upset his witchy wife further, and so didn't mention them. Instead he just forced a smile, and let her lead them back to her office, as to not cause any further scene in her store. Once behind closed doors, he looked up and asked, as if begging, “What do I do if I can't be a cop?” He was just beginning to realize how much of his self image was tied to his career. He didn't resent her for coming into his life, and changing circumstances to the point he now faced this dilemma, but he did hope she had some magic answers in her bag of tricks.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jacquelyn took a deep breath as she listened to Benny. She could see the worry, and hurt in his eyes as well as read it easily in his body. She licked her lips wanting to find the right words, but none came to her. Tears filled her eyes, but she held them back as she came forward and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, kissed him and then pulled away, “I didn’t mean for all this to happen.”

She swallowed and turned away to stare at a picture on the wall. It was nothing special, just some photo of a beach that had come with the frame. “We’ll stay here, in this time and in this place. You’ll live your life the way it should be led, day by day... I’ll still be by your side, but I won’t try and play with it.”

She faced him again as a tear slipped down. “Just don’t die on me,” she begged and then threw herself into his arms.

Her uncle she knew would not agree to such a thing, for to lose her mate would cause her own life to be shortened. A fate that Jacquelyn refused to share with her husband, for she knew he would place her needs far above his own and she’d already forced him to do that too many times in their exceedingly short marriage.

 

[Tseranc]

His eyes thanked her, but he remained silent as he held his crying bride. Her promises warmed his heart, but he knew the hypocrisy in him accepting them. After a moment of holding her tightly to him, he pulled her back and shook his head. “No, my dear, you will be a meddling wife, and cause all sorts of trouble. I won't stand for you holding back who you are, just so I can be more comfortable at a job. I don't know what will happen today, or tomorrow, but we'll face it together.”

He pulled her back to him, letting her head rest against his shoulder. Neither of them had soothed the other's fears, his of not being a cop, hers of him dying. He figured that made him the more selfish one, worrying over a career, and not a life. The realization of responsibility he now had to her finally hit. The weight seemed crushing at first, but the more he held her, the more that weight seemed easy for him to bare. He had responsibilities as a husband, and lords knew what else as a husband to a witch, and he vowed to himself that he would not forget that again.

“We'll figure it out baby, we'll figure it all out as we go.” he promised, as he stroked her strawberry hair, trying to reassure them both.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jacquelyn snuggled into his embrace; her tears fell, but eventually the reassuring touch of his hand running through her hair brought a calmness to her that no magic could have provided. She looked up at him, smiled softly and stood on her toes to kiss his lips. Her tongue slipped easily inside, stroking delicately at first and then with more desire. She pulled back, took his hand and moved him to the small sofa in her office. There she urged him to sit down, she then climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I just want to keep you safe. It’s new to me, having someone in my life that I depend on...it’s fast, perhaps too fast, but I wouldn’t change it.”

She chewed on her lower lip and sighed. “Benny, if I knew more about what was supposed to happen, I could protect you. I could make an amulet and it would keep you safe. The only problem is I don’t have all the information. Max will help us. I know he will. You and I can go on our little trip and he’ll do the traveling. When he knows who, what, when, where... and maybe even why, then he’ll find us and we can return.”

Her fingers stroked the nape of his neck. “We’ll return to a normal life again... or at least as normal as one gets when living with someone like me,” she added with a blush.

 

[Tseranc]

Benny just put a finger to her lips. “You worry about what may be too much. I do not doubt your visions, or anything about you, but we loose time enjoying ourselves if we fret too greatly on the future. We'll take our trip, we'll face what comes, but please, let us live in the moment too; that's what brought us together, after all.” He was still angry, sad, and torn apart inside, but he needed her to be reasonable. Needed her to be the level headed one, in case he couldn't deal with his much more immanent future. A dark, mocking part of him wondered which would feel worse, being shot, or having leaving his badge on the captain's desk.

“Normal is over rated,” He assure her. He pulled her head to his shoulder and stared out into the future absently. Finally looking back down at his beautiful wife, he smiled, weak, but honest. “Maybe you should make a list of things we'll need for our trip. E-mail it to me, and I can pick them up on the way home,” he offered. She was going to worry, he knew, over his future and it made him feel awkward. He was the one sword to serve and protect, and he wanted to protect her from these feelings. Maybe focusing on the trip itself, instead of the reason they hid form the world, would be of some assistance.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The planned activity of seducing her husband had been pushed away by the emotional meeting that had taken place. Jacquelyn stepped free of his embrace and kissed him softly, then moved to her desk. She rolled her shoulders and glanced at a sheet of paper. “I've already got a few things listed,” she told him, “most everything we need we will find easier if we buy it when we get there. There is no need to pack camping supplies when we can pick up things from the locals. It helps their economy.”

She looked up and smiled softly, hoping to ease some of the tension, but knowing it would play on the back of their minds as long as they remained in this area. She handed him the scripted list. “You're welcome to add anything you think we'll need.”

Her list consisted of the basic items one would need when venturing to a country where little money existed. Soaps, wipes, first aid needs, medicines that she knew he would be familiar with and even a few she would use if she needed, though most all of her needs would be met from potions she brewed from nature's stock.

“Think of it as going hiking... just someplace far more cooler than your own backyard,” she winked.

 

[Tseranc]

“Or a lot hotter,” he smiled back, and then leaned in to kiss her forehead. But he examined her list, reading it, but but for its content. Even her handwriting was beautiful; a flowing script that he somehow knew could only come from her. Tacking it into his jacket, he looked back to her, and with their eyes locked they both knew he had to go back, and find out what his future was to be. “I'll see you tonight.” Their parting kiss was that of a new couple, longer and more purposeful then most, but it fell short of their 'normal', cut short by the weight on his shoulders.

Benny drove back to the office, and cringed when he saw a box on his desk. As he approached he peered into it, to find all his belongings, including the contents of his locker. Sheryl, as if she'd been lying waiting to punch on him, came from around the corner, and slugged him in the jaw. Ben stumbled back, and everyone in the office was watching the two. “What the hell Sheryl? I'd think that as an officer you'd refrain from committing battery.” He manged to pull his hand from his aching jaw; Sheryl was one of the unit's martial arts teachers, and her punch had not been restrained in any way.

“At least I'm not assaulting an officer of the law,” she accused back, as if his getting fired were worse then if she pulled out her gun and shot him in the knees. “You're a fucking idiot Ben....I...I can't believe you.” She stormed off, leaving him baffled and sore.

Looking down again at the box, he noticed a note beside it, from the Captain. It said he was on suspension until further notice, pending a full investigation. He flopped down in the chair, holding the note like it was a death sentence. He felt his heart beat, and sink, as if each thud in his chest were a little bit lower, the ache in his jaw forgotten.

He grabbed the box, and left, leaving his badge and weapon on the desk as instructed by the letter. He drove home; numb, and stunned. He found himself on the couch, still in a uniform without a badge, with a bottle of red wine in his hand. Apparently he'd forgotten a glass, and so just took swigs of the dry liquid straight from the bottle. By the time it was over half gone, Benny was drunk enough to be truly irrational.

Standing he shouted into the air, “MAX!!! Uncle Max!!! Get your fancy pants, magical ass over here!” He had just shouted into the air for a powerful man that liked toying with him. He felt pretty stupid, so took another gulp and repeated the offense.

He didn't know exactly when or how the older, much older, man stepped in front of him. Ben just looked up at the guy with pleading eyes, as if his magic held an answer. Instead of speaking to the witch he had rather rudely called, he handed the man the letter that ended life as he knew it, as if it should be explanation enough. After a long moment, Ben's eyes staring at his own feet, “How do I protect her from an investigation? My career is over, but she doesn't need this. None of you do.” The 'you was obviously her family of witches, which despite events, he didn't yet feel a part of, even as he sought advice on how to protect them.

So far, he'd hadn't managed much better in their own time then they had a dangerous past, and if he really had what it took to be the spouse of a witch.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The rest of her day went rather slow. Jaquelyn helped ready the shop for her extended vacation. She worked to make sure there were plenty of “special” lotions, oils, and perfumes for her most needy customers. The girls of the shop asked her questions, most she answered. Explaining her sudden departure was relatively easy, after all every new bride deserved a honeymoon. As she left the store, her steps were lighter as she felt at ease that all would work out for her and Benny... it was just a matter of time.


Max stared at the young man before him, then at the paper that was being tossed into his face. “Well, that's a bit of a conundrum, isn't it. That's the right word, isn't it? Conundrum? A paradoxical, insoluble, or difficult problem... a dilemma of sorts.”

He eyed the letter again, this time reading it more slowly. “Not much you can do lad. She's not doing anything illegal. The days of old are far gone. They don't burn us you know.”

Max moved over to the sofa and took a seat, laid both his arms over the back and claimed the furniture as his own. A quick snap of his fingers produced a pipe, which he popped into his mouth and another brush of a digit over the carved instrument brought it to life. He drew deep of its cherry scented tobacco, blew out a puff and eyed Benny.

“You are taking a trip, she too will be out of harms way. There are things you should know about having married into her family. We are yours too, as you can see. I came when you called, though it was a rather rude way of addressing one of my stature. How much has my Jackie told you about being tied to her? Do you know the consequences if either of her expire before the time that has been written in the books?”

Max could see that Benny didn't. He shook his head. “Women, they never give you the full story, do they. But neither will I, it is not my place. She has too much on her mind at the moment, trying to save your life. I would suggest you keep this little tidbit of information to yourself. The trip you are going on will keep the wolves at bay.”

 

[Tseranc]

Ben was confused by the nonchalant response, but he had sought the man's advise, so he tried to think on it. Odds are they would never believe that his wife was a witch, unless she preformed a few miracles in front of them. Still, he did not want her to blame herself for his situation either. He didn't want her regretting anything that had brought them together. He put the bottle away, and walked down the hall to shower, hiding the box and the letter in the back of his closet. He would tell her that he got suspended, and that they would worry about it when they got home. It was true, or true enough.

He showered, got dressed in comfortable linen pants, and Hawaiian shirt, determined to keep a cheerful attitude. Max, as mysterious as ever, was gone, when he came out. He felt guilty for not thanking the man, or saying goodbye. He'd vowed to do just that next he saw the odd uncle, and correct the drunken short coming.

He greeted his wife at the door, and apologized for not having gone out to shop; explaining he couldn't wait to see her. He lifted the small woman into his arms and kissed her with heartfelt passion. “I can't wait for our next adventure,” he commented, setting her down on the couch. He continued to hover over her, kissing her lips, cheeks, chin, and temples. He hoped that the passionate greeting would delay any questions about his work, or lack of it.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jaquelyn giggled at the attentions her husband lavished on her. She smiled warmly, kissed him back and nuzzled her body against his. “I could get use to this,” she told him, pulling herself away before she divested herself of her clothing and attacked him.

She set her things down, or at least floated them across the room and settled them into a corner before returning all her attentions to her spouse. “I missed you,”she confessed, “what happened after you left? What did you do and...” Her words stopped as she stared deeply at his face. Her eyes grew wide and fear shot through her. “What the hell happened to you?!” she suddenly demanded.

“There is a bruise on your face... like someone hit you! Who hit you!?” Her eyes were full of fire as she imagined the attacker. All she needed was a few seconds alone, a bit of DNA and a proper curse to pay the evil doer back.

Jaquelyn stood back, her hands clenched in fists and her face set in an angry expression as she waited to learn who would dare strike her husband and how soon that person would feel her wrath.

 

[Tseranc]

The change couldn't come faster. From appreciative wife, enjoying the attention he gave her, to questioning over protective den mother. Her forceful questions, the power behind the words, felt like getting punched in the face all over again.

He put his hands up defensive, lowing them slowly to close over her small fists. “Calm down, its ok.” He assured. With a sigh, he began his ale, or at least part of it. “I got suspended, and a co-worker was less then pleased with my handling of my career. An over reaction, to be sure,” he chuckled, trying to make light of it. “Not everyone is so accepting of our relationship as your family.” He hoped like hell his smile would disarm any further questions. He didn't want to lie, not even sure he could, but the less she asked the less likely he would have to offer up information about the investigation.

He decided on a change of tactics.

“Its been a rough day Jacky, and I'd really rather just look forward to our trip. Can we go back to the hugging and kissing now?” he laughed again, more easily this time. “I'd much rather think of a fun trip, with my sexy, witchy wife.” Sliding closer he put his arms around her, kissed her chin, then her jaw, trying like all hell to be seductive.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The kisses poured over her skin like rain. Jacquelyn enjoyed them, but knew what her husband was doing. She was not a fool, but she also knew to further question him about everything that had happened would only bring him and her down, so she opted to let the matter die...for now. Her mouth opened and she kissed him back; her tongue slid easily and hungrily against his.

Fingers moved down his chest and magic flowed through the room, easing her in the removal of his clothing and then her own. “I missed you,” she confessed. She nipped at his shoulder, slipped her tongue up to his ear and tugged on the lope. “I think you missed your lunch today,” she whispered, “and I missed mine,” she confessed.

Jacquelyn pulled herself away and slipped to her knees; each movement fluid and fast, eagerness showed in her eyes as she feasted on the thick rod of her mate. “I'm very hungry,” she told him seconds before her mouth enveloped his cock and her lips vacuumed themselves around the base. They rested there for a few moments, before rising up to only return to their earlier position.

 

[Tseranc]

He knew she let it slide, and was silently thankful to her for that courtesy. Another courtesy came from her in the form of 'disappearing' their clothes; leaving them naked before each other. And yet, this magical, magnificent woman was not done displaying her very 'understanding; ways.

Her eyes told him all he needed to know about what hunger she spoke of, as her lips sealed themselves around his shaft. He wondered then, not for the first or last time, how it was that he was so fortunate to have been 'the one' for this amazing woman.

All he could do is watch, and issue approving moans, as her delightful mouth pleased him like none he'd ever known. He could swear that each time she'd taken him orally, it had been the best ever. Somehow he knew that would never change. Just as it would never change that fucking her would always be the best time ever.

He reached down, softly caressing his wifes bobbing head, the woes of the day disappearing under the magic of her lips and tongue as surely as their clothes had from the flick of her wrist.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The feeling of blood flowing through the thick veins of Benny's cock brought a surge of heat to Jacquelyn's sex. She tightened her inner muscles, enjoying the throbbing sensation that followed. As she flexed the moist walls, juices slipped from the puffy lips, sliding easily down her creamy thighs. Still she devoured her husband, sucking the head of his cock further into her mouth.

She pushed past the natural resistance of having her throat filled and hungrily supped on his shaft. One hand caressed, fondled, and eventually massaged the twin spheres of his testicles. They rolled easily in her tender, yet firm care.

Soon she was humming a tune on his shaft. Encouraged by the sound Benny was making. The feel of his fingers on her head, brought another throb of anticipation from her and she hoped to taste the heat of his release soon. She fought the urge to release his dick and offer him her cunt instead. How she wanted both... his seed in her mouth... his cock slamming into her. In time though the knowing feeling of his sack tightening told her that her tummy would soon be full.

 

[Tseranc]

She did not relent, and instead applied yet more of her charms to the man that could not resist even one. Her hand caressed his balls, and he mouth worked his shaft so perfectly he was well beyond conscious thought. Normally he might want to stop, and please her as well. Normally he would want to wait until he saw the most amazing scene in all the world, that of his lover in the throws of orgasmic bliss. But not this time, she had pushed him beyond all that now, pushed him toward a release that no power on earth could stop.

He tried to look down at her, but his eyes rolled back into his head as cum burst from his cock into her humming mouth. His knees felt weak, and reflect took to steadying himself on her shoulder, catching himself in time as another stream of his seed shot down her throat.

Benny was lost on cloud nine, succumbing to the pleasure his witchy wife bestowed upon him. He was drunk off love, lust, and the haze that filled his mind after such a mind boggling blow job.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Greedily she swallowed the fiery liquid that jetted from her husband's cock. Jacquelyn grinned inwardly and lapped at the seeds that slipped free when she finally released his tool. A sly smile slipped from her lips as she gazed up at Benny. She sucked on one slippery testicle then the other, giving both a temporary goodbye kiss. When she was finished with adoring the sensitive flesh she rose up and wrapped her arms around her mate, kissed him deeply and shared his passion with him.

“Delicious,” she whispered, before pulling away. She knew he would want to reciprocate the adoration in his own way, but she slipped from his arms, before he could act.

Jacquelyn returned to the couch and tucked her legs under her, eyed her husband knowingly and giggled. “Later,” she promised, “let's talk about the trip. How soon would you like to go? I do need to take care of one more thing before we leave and I still want to know who gave you that black eye. I could find out myself, but I'd rather you tell me.”

A raised brow she hoped showed Benny that she was not going to allow him to distract her unless he spoke the attacker's name. She had a score to settle before leaving the city and she would do so. Protecting her husband was her job and someone needed to learn how protective she would be when it came to Benny.

 

[Tseranc]

His head spun, first from the delight of his wife, then from her sudden change of topic, and demands of a name. He blinked a few times, as if he needed to wake up, but in the end found that he was indeed caught in the stare of an unyielding woman. Who needed more power then that?

A long sigh escaped him, as his his entire chest deflated. “It's more complicated then some random assault dear.” Benny frowned and then began an abbreviated version of his tale. Uncle Max has advised that he keep this information from his wife, but failed to point out that a bruise would bring out these very questions. He felt like the man was laughing at him all over again.

With another sigh, he resigned himself to begin. “I got...um...suspended. They are not so thrilled with me right now, and I yelled at my boss and all. So, I got suspended.” he could see she immediately thought that the boss had been the one to hit him in their yelling match. He put his hands up, as if to calm her, and let him finish. “A friend, co-worker if you will, thought me pretty stupid, which I am not to sure I can disagree with. A nice right cross seemed to be their way of expressing their displeasure over my absence out on the streets. So you see, it's really nothing, and we can leave as soon as you take care of everything you need to at your shop. If I get fired, I'll find something, if not, I go back to work. Lets worry about that later, please?”

His eyes carried the true weight of his plea, begging her to drop the subject, and afraid she would not. He dared not move closer to the woman who he had, just moments before been rather intimate with, for fear of upsetting a delicate situation. Again he wondered, though not at all regretting, if he were cut out to be a spouse to such a woman.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The position of her lips showed that Jacquelyn was not happy with the idea of letting the subject of who had harmed her mate be dropped. She chewed on her inner cheek, tearing the soft skin and producing the slight metallic taste of blood. Inwardly she promised that another would taste their own blood by the time she was done with them. However she chose to keep that knowledge to herself and allow Benny to think all was well.

“Fine,” she muttered, then took a deep breath, “if you say it isn't important than it must not be important,” she turned away and uttered, “to you,” under her breath.

“We can leave tomorrow afternoon. I have one last errand to run and I should be done by one o'clock, perhaps two at the latest.”

She slipped back to the couch and turned back to Benny. “Perhaps when we return I should meet some of your friends from work. . .” She eyed the bruise then turned away, already plotting how to seek her revenge before they departed the town.

 

[Tseranc]

He knew all too well that her cold glare meant this was not, in fact, dropped. “I'd like you to meet them, but it might take some time. They don't seem to agree with my very high opinion of you...but in their defense, to them, it's only been a few days and we're married.” He shrugged, as if to ask what else could they think. “They will come around, I'm sure. They just need to get to know you, after all this cools off.” He hoped she cooled off.

Realizing this was getting him no where, he just got up off the couch, looked at his clothes, contemplating putting them on, then deiced they were just not worth the effort, so picked them up, and hers too, and took them back to throw in the hamper in the bedroom. He returned, making his way to the kitchen to start cooking something, and grabbed his bottle of wine on his way. He put a cork in that, sure that it would be ill advised to dull his senses more while she was upset.

Within a few minutes he had mushrooms, rice, and chicken cooking, creating wonderful smells throughout the house that distracted him from the almost fight they had just had. Cooking calmed him, he'd always found it enjoyable; and if done well, found it worked well to sooth over angry women. Benny hoped like hell his brand of magic was working today.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The aroma of food wafted through the house and stirred the pit of Jacquelyn's stomach. She breathed deep the fragrant scents and licked her lips in anticipation. The salty taste of her husband's earlier release still lingered on her tongue and she grinned at the memories that had just been made seconds before. The image of his face, masked in a sheen of lust was only muddled by the knowing bruise on his skin.

She frowned at the picture and promised to go hunting tomorrow for the villian. Tonight though she would spend time with her husband, enjoy the meal he'd prepared and then retire to bed earlier than usual. After all she had to return to her own home and pick through a few things that she would need in order to put her spell into action before she and Benny had to depart.

When it appeared dinner was ready, Jacquelyn rose from the couch and strode merrily to the table. Her naked figure glided with ease across the floor; her breasts swayed with a natural rhythm and she took her place across from her mate wearing nothing but a warm and inviting smile.

"Smells and looks delicious," she commented as she eyed the delectable plates of food and the cool beverage.

"Tommorrow morning I need to head over to my house and pick through a few things. I've not had much of a chance to go over there since...well... the night of the storm."

She blushed slightly as she recalled what they had been doing during the rain storm and how quickly their lives had become entwined together.

 

[Tseranc]

It seemed that indeed his cooking was having the desired effect on his spouse, though despite her clearly better mood, something in her eye warned him again that the subject was not closed for long. Her entrance sent rather primal thoughts through his mind, and body, as he watched her every graceful movement. Once his wife sat, he joined her, and simply nodded at her announcement over returning ot her house. “I can go with you, if you'd like...seems I've got the spare time.” He smiled, trying like hell to find humor in a very painful subject.

Without waiting for an answer, he began cutting his food, and eating it, mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done. Dinner progressed pleasantly, both apparently hungry and spared only glances and smiles between each other until the food was gone. Benny finally pushed himself back from the table, full, and let out a satisfied sigh. He enjoyed watching Jaquelyn finish her meal; how gracefully she ate. At least until she caught on to what he was so entranced with, and blushed. He just smiled and laughed, and got up to do the dishes, taking his plate with him. As he departed the table, he planted a kiss on her brow.

He tossed some playful winks her direction as he cleaned up, every much enjoying this sort of 'silent treatment'.