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[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jacquelyn shut off the news and moved to straddle her husband. Her skirt rode up and she purred against his lips as she ground her panty-covered sex against his bare one. “How long do you think you can last?” she whispered. She rubbed herself against him and grinned down at his smiling lips. “I do own a pointy hat and a broom. I dress up every year as a witch.” She ground herself harder against him and moaned. Her fingers moved from his shoulders to her dress. Her palms skated down her torso, then back up to cup her bosom. She mashed the globes together and licked her lips.

“Do you want me to go change? I’ll have to fly back home,” she winked. One of her hands continued to massage her tit through the fabric of her dress. The other traveled south and then up north to find a home under the material. She moaned when her fingers slipped against her wet panties. She ground her moist sex against her palm and her fingers brushed against Benny’s bulging erection.

“I failed flying academy,” she hissed and then giggled when she saw his expression. “I can fly, but I am not the best at it.” She licked her lips and pushed her fingers between the wet material of her underwear and found the hot, velvety home she desperately needed to play in. “Ohh fuck, I’m so wet.”

She pushed in another finger and toyed with herself. Her eyes became glassy and her mouth slackened. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked as she humped her fingers, while her husband’s cock remained barred by a thin piece of lace.

 

[Tseranc]

“Are you a tease or a witch?” he asked, pulling her hand away from her pussy, then sucked the moisture form each finger in turn. “Delicious.”

“Yes, I want to see the hat, and not much else,” he winked. “Though I’ll leave that to your digression. Oh, and no worried about flying broom sticks, there’s only one length of wood I am worried about you riding, and trust me, you’re already an expert.” Laughing, but giving her a swat on the ass to encourage her to go show him his newly discovered fetish for sexy witches, Benny then tried to lay back with his arms behind his head as if relaxing. His firm, upright cock gave him away, but still he tried to play it off.

“Hurry back love, I’m aching to give ya a riding lesson.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jacquelyn giggled as she quickly made her way from her husband’s side. She didn’t really have to “fly” back home to get her hat. She had told him that to tease him. She did however need to pull her hat to her and that meant she had to concentrate. Sitting on her husband’s naked and very erect cock was too much a distraction for her to handle.

She went to his bedroom and sat on the floor. With her legs under her, she pressed her fingers to her temple and began to think about her house. She pictured the lawn, the wind whipping through the trees and the way the blades of grass bent to its will. She saw the front door to her home and opened it. In her mind she walked through her house and frowned at the clutter that was still there. “Have to clean that soon,” she told herself and then ‘walked’ her way to her bedroom.

Once there she ‘opened’ the closet door and ‘picked up’ her hat. She whispered a spell of invisibility and soon the hat was floating back through the path that Jacquelyn’s mind had taken. It swept through the house, out the door, across the yard, and over the trees. Eventually it traveled along the road, passing children and adults without anyone noticing it; all they felt was a gentle breeze. Jacquelyn continued to control her hat until it reached Benny’s bedroom window, there she whispered another spell and it hovered in the air.

She jumped up, rushed over, opened the glass and grabbed the now visible black object. With a smile she dropped it on her husband’s bed and pulled off her clothes, brushed out her hair and placed the item of Benny’s fantasy on her head, only then did she walk back to her mate and grin down at him. “You like?” she asked.

 

[Tseranc]

He had no idea how she conjured up a hat, but as she stood there in nothing but it, he only had one response. “Hell yes!”

The black pointy hat with a wide brim and silver buckle sat on her head, as if to point out that there wasn't an article of clothing beneath it. Benny reached up to grab her hips and pulled her down into his lap. Darrin Stephens never had it so good, he thought, relating his life to a parallel TV show character.

With his wife wrapped up in his arms, he began a passionate campaign of kisses, starting with giving their lips and tongues a moment to battle, then moving down her neck and chest. His hands were simply everywhere, caressing and pulling at her skin; thoughts of talking about things they needed to know long forgotten. The only need he had now was the woman in his arms.

After a few moments of the frantic foreplay, he started moving under her, and lifting her up a bit, so that she was straddling him, poised above his very aroused member. He looked up at her, the hat seeming to make her more serious, but playful at the same time. He could see himself as something his witch played with for her morbid amusement; and he couldn't think of anything better.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She grinned wickedly as her husband positioned her above his cock head. The tip pushed against her clit and she rubbed herself on it as best she could. Her lids fluttered down and her jaw slackened slightly. A soft hiss fell from her lips. He pulled her forward just enough to force the head of his dick to slide back between her pussy lips. She gasped as the tip played with the slippery opening and moaned when he pushed upward allowing the swollen rod to slip easily into her slick hole. “Oh fuck yes,” she muttered. Her voice was low, thick with desire and need. Her hair spilled down her back as well as several strands rested over her shoulders and across her breasts.

He pulled her up and then slid her down again. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she gripped him tight, lifting herself up to the tip, then dropping and grinding herself down into his pubes and pelvis bones. “Benny,” she growled and tried to move faster on his dick. She bit her tongue and shuddered as her pussy constricted around him. She heard him grunt in pleasure and so she repeated the squeezing method known to women everywhere.

Her eyes opened and she studied his face, locking in the emotions that swirled around his own glassy-eyed features. She fell slightly toward him, her mouth eventually found his and their tongues battled. Still he pumped in and out of her bringing her closer to her release.

 

[Tseranc]

Benny was lost in the sensations this woman could provide, and knew somehow that a lifetime of sex with just this one might never be boring. He would never loose his lust for her. The Greeks had it all wrong, Aphrodite didn't have a chariot, she had a broom and pointy hat!

Her body was pure heaven, a fact he told her, between passionate duals fought between lips and tongues. Her actions drove him on, his thrusts up to meet her, becoming more urgent. He need her; need her to cum, and let him see her shake and moan. He could live forever watching her erupt in an orgasm, and strove to bring one about as fast as he could.

But the more he worked, the closer eh got himself, until he was biting his own inner cheek, and trying to remember to breath through it, to last just a little longer, for her. She, if anyone on the planet, was more then worth a little effort from her man.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jacquelyn could barely watch her husband’s facial expressions as she rode his cock. Her hands moved from his shoulders, to her bare breasts, and then into his hair, where she’d grip the strands and drag him toward her ripe bosoms. He’d enjoy the taste and feel of them, only to lose them when she’d pull him back and she’d grind her mouth against his. Her tongue battled as she tried to keep her climaxes in check. She lost the battle, showering him repeatedly with her fluids. She whimpered and cried, begging him to come in her, to give them both what they wanted.

Eventually his seed was shooting up into her and her body was collapsing on top of his. She left wet, soft kisses on his neck as she breathed in his scents and the scents of their mating. She stayed still, enjoying the gently weakening of his cock. The little pulses of his flesh mingled with her own shivering muscles and she shuddered. As she held onto Benny, she purred and sighed happily.

“I love you,” she whispered and then nibbled on his ear, before sliding off of his lap and snuggling up against his side. “This was so much better than the news.” She winked at him, then ran her fingers over his chest, eventually pausing to flick his nipple with her fingers. Another sigh left her lips as she traced the bead with the tip of her index finger. “I am going to be spoiled with you as my mate.” Jacquelyn kissed him again and wrapped her arm around his waist. Her ear rested on his heart and she listened to the steady drumming of its beat.

 

[Tseranc]

His efforts paid off, and she came; shuddering on top of him in a magnificent display. As she shook, her pussy gripped him ever tighter, and pulled form him the release he was fighting hard to hold back. He buried his head in her chest, moaning into her tit. But she never let up, and rode him for as long as he could take it and collapsed onto him. They remained there for several minute, with him remaining deep inside.

When she slide off and confessed her love and how the news could not compare, he just smiled, and lay back in the most amazing calm he'd known. She could bring that out in him, and he wasn't sure how. Was it just the sex was so good he felt this content, or how she made him feel about being a lover? Maybe just grateful to such an amazing lover and wife, that he somehow managed to please as well.

But that was too much thought, and he just wrapped his arms around her, “I love you too baby. And you're damn right you're spoiled, I'm working hard here to make sure of it.” He let out a simple chuckle, and let the silence be enough for them.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jacquelyn remained at his side for several minutes, until her stomach growled. She pressed her palm to it and giggled. “Food. Witches cannot live on come alone.” She winked and rose from her seat, then made her way to the kitchen. In a few minutes she had two bowls of cereal poured and was bringing them out to her husband. “I didn’t want to work real hard,” she admitted and handed him one of the bowls. She snapped her fingers and two spoons appeared in her palm and she handed him one of those as well.

Once more she was sitting next to her husband, enjoying spoonful after spoonful of Honey Nut Cheerios. She flicked the TV back on and a movie about witches was playing. “Ohh they so suck at this,” she muttered, then laughed as one spell after another fell apart on screen.

“Honey, as much as you hate Max, he did have a purpose for visiting me today. He believes your in danger, just like I do. He’s offered to send us away again to keep you safe.”

She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to tell him that, but she had. She could go a step further and tell him about her vision, but she wasn’t ready yet. She wanted to protect him as best she could and to do that she’d need as much information about his potential murder as she could get her hands on. The image of him lying in a pool of blood made her shudder and she bit back the whimper that threatened to escape.

 

[Tseranc]

The mention of Max and any danger to himself, seemed to kill the amusing mood brought by their cereal dinner and, according to his wife, inaccurate movie.

He finished his bowl, and set it down, to look at her, straight faced, and still absorbing all the implications of what she said.

“What would it mater? If we leave to go touring time and space again, wouldn't we end up in the same time that we left? What would it prevent; unless you drug me around the world until I was an old man, then a ancient cop could return to work tomorrow, and break a hip.” He doubted if anything he just said made sense. All this time stuff still hurt his head, and made him think of some the of worst episodes of Star Trek.

He shook his head and tried again. “OK, so if we were to leave, what would happen to right now? I don't like these premonitions Jacky. I'm sorry but I don't. I don't think a man should know too much about his fate. What if telling me somehow causes this event?” Now he was cursing Frank Herbert for that thought.

“I'm sure I'll regret asking, but are either of you more specific as to what danger I am in? Anything we can do, hear in the normal world to prevent it. Forgive the cop in me, but if I look at ti like a tip from someone to a crime, then we can prevent it.”

He looked at her, hoping for an answer that didn't further tie his brain in knots, and silently vowed never to read sci-fi again.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jacquelyn studied Benny’s expression and knew she would have to tell him everything; it was the least she could do. . .and that was no exaggeration. Without knowing the full details of her vision, she couldn’t do anymore for her husband but warn him to be extremely careful. She didn’t even know the day or time the event would occur. Benny would probably find her visions as wacky and goofy as he found her being a witch. . .but she felt he would in time accept them. Or so she hoped.

Her fingers moved to her lap and she twined them together. She stared down at them, not wanting to show Benny the fear in her eyes as she spoke to him in a quiet barely audible voice. “I occasionally have visions. Dreams if you want another word for them.” A sigh left her parted lips and her shoulders fell as the weight of the situation bore down on her. “I can see you. . .lying in a pool of blood, your’s I assume. You’re in uniform and I think you’ve been shot. It’s a street or an alleyway, maybe a parking lot.” She shrugged her shoulders in defeat as a tear fell from her eyes. It splashed on her hand and then another quickly followed the same moist path.

“I can’t give you more. I don’t know the place, or the time, or who does it.”

She looked up then into her mate’s eyes and threw herself into his arms. She openly wept as she squeezed him tight. “We could disappear and just be time traveler’s. There’s not anyone but you that I’d come back to this time for.” She held him close and hugged him tighter. “I know we’ve not known each other long and this is all happening so fast, but Benny. . .I love you more than life itself and I can’t lose you.”

Jacquelyn buried her face in his neck and kissed the sensitive skin under his ear, breathed in his scent and swore she’d do all within her power to protect her love.

 

[Tseranc]

He sat, and wanted, so desperately to discount every word that fell out of her mouth. But he could no more dismiss her fears then he could the fact she really could take him time traveling. Benny sat, stunning into silence for a moment, just trying to absorb it all.

“I hate this Jacky. I really do. What if I run around too afraid of this fate, and fail to help someone that needs it. What if, just by knowing this, I bring it about, or prevent it, and become a bad cop? Damn it there are so many 'what if's' with this. And I still don;t understand how this time travel works to keep me safe. Isn't it only going to postpone the future for us, but for everyone else it would be the same? It makes my head hurt.”

He hugged her close, to let her know he wasn't mad at her, just very frustrated with the situation. One thought kept coming back into his head, “What if I become a bad cop, and someone else gets hurt because of me now?” It wasn't a powerful argument toward her, he knew. She'd prefer he wasn't a cop, and took up something simple and safe. But to him, he'd dedicated his life to helping others; well before they had met. It was the only part of his life that hadn't changed too much, even though he was in trouble at the office now. That would pass, and he'd be out on the street, doing what he did.

Or would he? That question beat him up from the inside out.

Finally, after he held her in silence awhile, he sighed, and looked down to her. “We'll talk to Max.” it was like admitting defeat in some great game, just to say he'd willingly speak to that man. “Maybe he can help. Maybe he can brain wash me or something, into not wanting to be a cop anymore. Aside from a miracle like that, I have no answers. I'm a cop. I ran from the job once, I don;t think I can do it again.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She sighed, disappointed in herself than wiped at tears that had fallen. “I should have kept my mouth shut,” she muttered, pulled herself from him and walked away, pausing to lean against the counter top. “Max won’t have answers as far as when or who. I need to find them. I can make a medallion that will keep you safe from harm. But to do that I need to learn as much information as I can about that day.”

She bit down on her lip and turned back. “Perhaps. . . we can have him send us forward in time?” she said more to herself than she did Benny. Her eyes grew wide as she contemplated the possibilities. “I mean. . .if he can send us back, perhaps he can send us forward.”

Jacquelyn chewed nervously on her lower lip. “I can take us to Max. . . if that is what you think would be best. Granted I can’t make any promises, but maybe. . .maybe he can propel us forward.” She didn’t want to admit that they could also get stuck there too, and she didn’t know if this event would happen this week, month, or even within the next year or more.

 

[Tseranc]

When she pulled away from him, it was like she drug his heart after her, over glass shards and hot coals. “Jacky...” He could see her hurt over this, and yet he focused on his confusion. He stood and went to her.

He listened, and then stepped closer to embrace her again, “No. No keeping your mouth shut. Max or no Max, danger or not. I don't want you ever feeling like you can;t talk to me. Some of this is weird, well hell outright bizarre, but that shouldn't matter between a husband and wife. So if we're really going to do this; really married under witch law, then I want to do it right, and that means we can talk about whatever is on our mind.”

And still on his mind was how he hated knowing too much about the future. Already he was second guessing himself. Holding her put thing in perspective somewhat, and he was already going to say something completely out of character for him. “We'll travel, backward, forwards, or just to another place in our time, just for a little while. We'll think, we'll talk with whoever we need. We'll figure it out. Who knows, maybe, someday, somehow, I'll get over being a cop. I don't know.”

He pulled her just far enough away to look in her eyes. “Please don't ask that of me now, not yet. Too much has changed too fast. But someday, maybe before this thing happens. Lets just go away and live life together for a little while, and we can think things through when we're safe and calm. How's that baby?”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She looked into his eyes and knew the answer was not one she wanted to voice, but it would ruin their lives if she didn’t. Jacquelyn cupped his face and kissed his lips, before pulling away and sighing. “I can’t let you give up being something you love. You’d hate that. You’d come to resent me and I don’t want that. I simply want to spend my life with you. I will agree to a vacation though, a honeymoon.” She winked.

The mood wasn’t lightened any, but she knew in her heart that they did need to deal with the problem, but he was right. . .without more knowledge they couldn’t and they needed time to explore their new relationship. “Let’s not time jump until after we spend some time together. We’ll go away, somewhere warm.” She led him, hand in hand back to the couch and settled in beside him.

“Max can travel for us,” she suddenly piped up. “I’ll ask him. He owes it to us both. We will hide away on an island and when we are too restless, or when Max has an answer for us, then we will go home. I will construct the medallion and you will be safe.” Turning around she wrapped herself into him and rested her head on his shoulder.

 

[Tseranc]

Benny kissed her hard, “thank you for understanding.” He needed her to know how he felt about being a cop, and with her statement, she understood. He moved away to grab a drink from the refrigerator, pouring two glasses of orange juice, after forcing his hand past the beer. He offered her the second glass. “So I get to wear a pretty medallion...I think I can live with that. I'll ask for vacation tomorrow. They won't be happy, but I don't much care.”

He drained his glass and moved closer to her again, hugging her, “I'm glad we could talk through this. It's starting to feel more and more real, and right. You know, it was fun and exciting, but knowing each other only a few days, or w week....or, well however you count where and when we've been, a short time; it leaves a lot of room for worry. I'm really starting to believe, like really deep down, that this is going to work. We'll be ok.” Dangerous and fast paced events had brought them closer together then people normally would be in the same amount of time, but he'd never trade that experience fro the world. “And while we're at it, we should get legally married. Maybe it doesn't mean much to witches, I don't know; but both me, and the rest the world would be more comfortable with it. Besides, I'd like to hear 'I do' from your lips.” He winked, and tickled her a little, hoping to put them both more at ease. They had chosen to travel, the decision made. Now they deserved to breath easier.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She settled against him and closed her eyes. Eventually the quietness helped to calm her, and she hoped it did him. After several minutes, she turned toward him and smiled. “I do,” she whispered and reached up to stroke his face with the palm of her hand. “When would you like to make this more official?” she asked. Her finger traced the shape of his jaw, then ran over to his lips, which she teased with tender caresses of nail on flesh.

“I mean, do you want a big wedding? I don’t do churches, but I can do an outdoor type ceremony and we can invite a judge. I’m sure you have several both friends and enemies. Cops always have enemies in the judicial system.” She winked, as she recalled various cop shows and law shows on television. “Or does Hollywood, fuck your world up too?” They were good as screwing up witchcraft, though Beitched did have a lot of stuff down right. That was only because her Aunt had done her best to keep the magic real, and very little of Hollywood had had a say in it.

“And of course... after the wedding, where does my hubby want to travel to? What tropical island? Or ice cap? By plane? Boat... Broom?” She grinned and winked.

 

[Tseranc]

He laughed at her playful questions, and knew they were all good things that needed to be asked. He thought for a moment and decided that nothing was going to be a suitable answer for all parties. His family would be pissed they weren't invited, and there was no way on earth, or anywhere else, that he wanted his family exposed to hers just yet. He still had a hard time with them.

“I know a judge, he's a good guy, and a real sappy one. We can hire him to marry us in the park, or maybe on the beach. We can get the license tomorrow, and take off this weekend. The Captain won't be happy, but I do have some leave saved up, and it isn't like he put me on a critical job.”

He kissed his bride/bride to be, and hugged her tightly. “Well if you can save us air fair I guess I can just trust in your magic touch. No idea where to go though, it's all so fast. It's hot as hell here, so why don't we find something more temperate. Anywhere you would like to see, or have you seen all the world already?”

Benny's head spun, a legal marriage made his situation no more real, but it would make it more public. He'd have to call and tell his folks about it. Somehow he doubted the initial reaction would be one he savored.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jacquelyn squealed with delight, launching herself back into his arms. She hugged his necked, kissed his lips and pressed her body against his. “I've not been everywhere,” she winked, “but the thought of traveling the world with you is more appealing than boiling cat liver oil and making beauty cream for the hundreds of old ladies that I keep looking ten years younger than they are.” She grinned at his confused expression. “Believe me... wherever we go it'll be a vacation for both of us and I don't mean just because of a honeymoon.”

She straddled his lap and thought to herself as she wiggled on his crotch till she was comfortable. “Hmm... someplace not just anyone would think to go. Someplace safe, too. I don't know when all the yucky stuff may happen, so why go where it could?”

“Let's go camping!” she suddenly exclaimed. “A couple sleeping bags, us, nature, the stars, the wild critters...” she made a face and added, “the bugs.” Laughter however replaced the look of disgust as she felt her mate's cock under her sex. “Ohh Benny, you can fuck me under the moonlight.” Her grin was wide and genuine as she imagined the stars and the moon casting beams over their naked flesh.

“Camping. . . it's gotta be camping. Now... where? You get to pick that.” She kissed his lips and then leaned back as she waited for him to answer her.

 

[Tseranc]

His head spun as she made plans. Camping; he hadn't been camping in years, not since high school, when he and some friends went to upstate and got drunk around a fire off cheep beer bought by David's older brother. Somehow that was no comparison for this trip, but he still had no idea where to choose.

He thought about it for a moment, and images of things that used to interest him as a child came to mind. Mayan temples, overgrown with the jungles attempt to reclaim the timeless structures stuck in his brain. He swore he was going to be an archaeologist one day, just like Indiana Jones. Of course, he'd been 8 years old when he said that, and time changed your priorities. But he could honestly think of nothing better then crawling around Mayan ruins during his honeymoon, at least between each crazy sex-fest he had no doubts Jaquelyn would be encouraging.

“Might need you to conjure up some malaria pills, but how does exploring Mayan ruins sound? Did you know that they had one of the most complicated, but accurate calender systems ever created?” He blushed immediately at having said it. Not only did she, a witch in a family of people who, for all he knew, had been there to make the thing, but also he was sitting naked, with a gorgeous naked wife in his lap and talking about a long dead people.

He leaned forward to kiss her, and felt his soft cock rub between her slick pussy lips. They had already had a good screw that night, but just being so intimately close was wonderful.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“Mmmm... the Mayan ruins it is then,” she told him, kissing him and then turning so she was simply resting on his lap. “We’ll have your judge wed us, then disappear for a bit of time. Max can do a bit of research for us and travel for us instead of us traveling. Once he finds out the information we need, then I can do more to save you.”

She felt more at ease now that she had shared the future with him. She closed her eyes and leaned against him. “Benny, my love. I will do my best to only share with you things that I know you must know. It will be hard to make that choice, for I know knowing the future is something you don’t wish, but it is a gift I have and you have decided to accept me and thet means all of me.”

She turned slightly and kissed him again, then wrapped his arms tight around her waist, while settling her back against his chest. “Thank you for that,” she whispered, before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.

Eventually she was heavy in his arms and sleep had overcome her. The warmth of his body kept her comfortable as dreams of a different, less sinister nature consumed her. She sighed happily as the pull of small fingers tugged at her hair. Jacquelyn smiled in her sleep and pressed closer into her husband.

 

[Tseranc]

The world felt right with her in his arms, drifting off to sleep. Even after his arm fell asleep, pinned behind her, he couldn't complain. She was just so beautiful laying there, naked, cuddled against him, that he swore he'd never move her. Eventually he began to drift off as well, and woke an hour later.

It broke his heart, but he needed to move them to the bed, else the very cute, warm moment would be remembered in the morning with neck and back pains. He slowly moved her enough to reclaim his arm, and once it was free, and blood flowing normally, he gently lifted her from the couch and carried her down the hall. He lay his bride in the bed, and tucked her in before joining her on the opposite side. He set his alarm, and turned to put his arm around her as they resume their sleep. She was feeling better about things, and that made him feel better. He looked forward to their trip, and couldn't wait until this weekend.

That night he too dreamt of the future, but it wasn't a premonition, just a hopeful vision of their happiness together.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Morning came too early for Jacquelyn. She rolled from her husband’s side and took a moment to yawn and stretch. She pushed her fingers through her hair and rubbed the tiredness from her eyes. Jackie glanced at Benny and smiled, remembering how she’d fallen asleep in his arms. The dreams she’d had disappeared with the rising sun, so she felt at ease for not having any visions to tell her of their future together. Slipping from the bed, she made her way to the bathroom and took care of her morning needs. After a quick shower she scurried to the kitchen and set about making her husband, of just one week, a hearty breakfast.

A knock on the door, made her pause and she frowned. She turned down the heat on the skillet, that was sizzling with bacon and headed to the door. Her shoulders slumped as she sensed the man behind the wood. She opened the door and eyed her Uncle. “Surprised you bothered knocking,” she said and rolled her eyes.

“He’s here, right?” Max asked, stepping in and then hugging his niece.

“Yes, he’s sleeping. What brings you here?”

Max eyed the home and its contents. “Did you tell him?” He moved through the house, lifting this and that and examining it with curiosity.

“Yes and we’re going to go away.”

Max grinned. “Wonderful. What year?”

Jacquelyn shook her head. “No, not year. This year. We’re going to stay in this time. And where we go, isn’t any concern of yours. Now... why are you here?”

“Breakfast.” Max walked over to the kitchen and sat down in an empty chair. He grinned at his niece, who rolled her eyes at him again and then went to continue her cooking, adding more eggs and bacon to her already large banquet.

 

[Tseranc]

He heard her in the bathroom, and rose to grab his own shower after she left the room; unable to return to sleep. Not that he could afford to be late, so a shower was needed anyway. The hot water beat down on him, and he never heard the knock at the door. When the shower was over, and he dried, and chose to dress in only his towel, it was in ignorance of their guest.

He whistled to himself as he made his way down the hall, and into the kitchen, not noticing the other man sat in the room as he grabbed up his witch from near the stove. “Smells wonderful babe, almost as good as you!” His nose was buried in her hair.

It was the tiny movement of an amused man that startled him, and Benny released Jaquelyn and spun to face the intruder. Instinct and training had him looking for a weapon as he placed himself between his love and the perceived danger.

The man chuckled, and only then did Benny recognize him. He groaned, and let down his guard, almost wishing it had been an intruder. At least he knew what to do about them.

“'Morning Uncle Max,” he said with none to happy a tone. Ben flopped down in a chair across from the ancient he-witch, and let his head hit the table, knocking the surface with his forehead several times. Some mornings just were not all you had hoped they might be.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Max grinned at the young man that had married his niece. He could sense that the boy didn’t care for him, but that wasn’t unusual, no one really cared for Max, well... they cared for him, but didn’t like him much. “Good morning Benjamin,” he greeted and then lifted a cup filled with coffee, passed it over to the newly wedded man and then turned to Jacquelyn, “smells good lass.”

His attentions shifted back to Benny. “She tells me you’ll be going away and the reason why. I would suggest a year in time, something a few hundred back, perhaps some explorations of some new island or another. No need to pick a time here, simply because well... an older place guarantees no weapons of this era.”

He drank deep of his coffee and winked when Jacquelyn began serving up their breakfast. Eventually she settled in beside her husband and he waited for them to speak their mind. Jacquelyn took Benny’s hand and smiled to her uncle. “We’re going to the Mayan ruins. In this time, though I do see the wisdom in your words.” She turned to Benny, squeezed his fingers and then looked back again at her uncle. “It’s his decision in the end. I told him what I saw in my vision. I’ll not force him to go somewhere he doesn’t want to go. . . and neither will you.”

She picked up a slice of toast and flicked her finger. The butter knife hovered in the air with the bread until they met, where it lathered the creamy substance onto the hot surface of wheat and yeast.