spirit_touched | Lost in the Gardens

She didn't know what it was, a sharp pulse in the air that took her breath away. Tim, her boss, told her to drop what she was doing and go look, a strange knowing in the shamans eyes. Distrustful of that expression, Ana was reluctant but went anyway, gathering her back and her magically charged coat.

Prepared and protected, the coat like armour to most things, Ana latched on to the residual touch of magic in the air and followed it to it's source, quickly finding herself in the Gardens of her city. Following the main path, and cutting across a neat green lawn to the gathering of figs close to the university, Ana slowed as she felt herself get close. Reaching for her personal wards and readying them, she peered into the shadows. Someone was there. Someone vibrant, their aural signiture like a brilliant band of colour.

What were they?

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He blinked slightly at that. Oh. That's what was wrong, and lets go, takes a step back to give her breathing room. 'I don't think it's my elven side that is doing that to you, my Lady.'

"Nymph... Whatever." She forces herself to step back, arms crossing infront of her body as she looks away.

"I'm... Sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not usually like this."

'It's not your fault, really.' he takes another step back, hoping it will help. 'It hasn't done this in years since I learnt to control it,' but the magic may well have been more intense than here, and people so used to it that he simply hadn't noticed.

She gives him an embarrassed look and sighs.

"Sorry. Ah... this is Tim's home. Tim is a shaman. And He should've been here by now. It's actually a little odd that he isn't."

As if on cue, from upstairs there's a loud thud like books falling and Ana jumps a little.

Ana may jump but Torin practically teleports to her side the speed he moves at, staring at where the noise had come from, pressed up against her side. 'Shaman?'

He startles a surprised sound from her.
"Yeah... he works with... Spirits. Gods..." She breathes in and smells him and from somewhere she feels a push.

"You're very close again."

'So he's a Priest?' Torin asked, still staring where the noise had come from with a frown, before he ears what she says next and looks to where they are, and she's not wrong, he's nearly pressed against her completely.

'I don't understand, I don't effect people this badly in this state at home.'

"Kind of, yes." Ana shivers at the sound of his voice. "I don't think it's entirely you. Part of it's me." Ana say's breathlessly. "Do you know Cernunnos?"

'...No? Am I supposed to know Cern... Cenu... that fellow?' because he really has no idea, has no way to know what she's beginning to broach with asking him that.

"No... Sorry. That's..." She closed her eyes for a moment. It helped her collect her thoughts. "I want to lay with you, I .... What are your thoughts on this matter?"

'I've gone from dangerous elf to a must fuck,' if he looks suddenly, genuinely amused, it's because he is, and there's a noticeable smirk on his lips, just a little one. 'Have I gotten you drunk on my magic? or do you actually... can you even tell when I'm standing near you?'

She laughs and suddenly finds her head clear.

"No it's just... woken up something I've needed to deal with." She gives him a smile. "It's been a long... Long time since I've... fucked. Or been fucked." She rubs at the back of her neck.

"If you want me to back off, just say so. NO harm, no foul."

He gives her a considering look, as if he's trying to work out if she's befuddled, but when he's satisfied that no, she's not, or at least not more than mildly, he smiles, shrugs.

'here?'

She looks down at the floor. It's clean, layered with rugs, and there's a plush couch against the wall with a blanket at it's head. Huh.

Looking back at Torin she shruged. "I don't see why not."

He offers his hand to her, if she takes if he'll pull her closer, lift her effortlessly against him, up so she can be kissed properly and wrap her legs around him.

'Where?'

She takes it and kisses him back with a sigh, opening to him.

"Floor, couch at the wall. Anywhere." She says, fingers finding their way into his hair, finger trips rubbing at his scalp

He decides on the floor, it's soft enough for now, and they can always move. There's more room, here. He lays her down, leaning over her before he kisses along her throat, slowly down to her collarbone, taking his time to tease, please.

Ana closes her eyes and lets herself feel, feeling the magic that she could now identify as Torins. Aware of it, she could be sure it held no sway over her mind. Mingled with him was another presence. Cernunnos, a wild hum which explained her reaction to Torin.

Her fingers played with Torin's hair, stroking through it to brush against his brow, strangely tender for someone so unfamiliar.

His fingers made short work of finding their way up her skirt, tracing along her thighs lightly, teasingly, nipping and nipping and kissing, teasing Ana's throat with a skilled mouth till his hand found fabric, and his lips, too, when he moved her shirt aside a little to tease at her breast. he stopped, if only to work out how to best gain access, curious, yet unsure for the first time in a long, long time.

She was content to let him work, softly sighing as she shifted beneath him. When he paused Ana had to blink at the ceiling for a moment before it clicked. Giving Torin a small smile she arched her back and reached behind her. A quick fiddle and she could pull the straps of her bra down her arms and then the whole garment out of her shirt.

"Tadaaa."

'I don't know what that is, but it likes to get in the way...' the underwear, at least, he worked out on his own and pulled away from her skin, fingers tracing her folds, thumb teasing her clit as he worked out if she was wet enough to sink his fingers into, lips teasing at her nipple, rolling the delicate flesh with his tongue.

Ana giggled gently. "It's called bra..." Her breath hitches as his fingers find their way to touch her. She was wet, wet enough for fingers at least. Her back arched, pressing her chest up towards him, fingers tangling in his hair.

Oh he was good.

There was no real worry about anything else, yet, he hadn't touched his own clothes, only hers, and so, gently, he rocks one finger inside of her, then two, a muffled groan against her breast as his fingers rocked still, sunk into her with every stroke.

She groaned, head falling back against the rug as his fingers moved inside of her. "Yes." She breathed the word, eyes closing. This was just what she needed.

His fingers scissored and teased, then he added a third, fingers moving in tandom with his mouth at her breast, every nip, every time he sucked or rolled or just teased her breast, moved in time with his fingers fucking her.