Made of Matter

Chapter Six

'I'm getting impatient, Lina.' Lee drawled into my ear as he pushed up from behind me to drag his fingers down my arm.

It had been two days since I had fled the New York Sanctum. And I mean fled. After Stephen had dismissed me I threw what I could into a cluster of bags and Lee had met me by my door, opening a portal to his own room in the London Sanctum.

I'd spent the night in a rage and he had obliged me by giving me his body. There had been no questions on his behalf, no deep conversation about my feelings or how I might deal with what Stephen had done. No. Instead, we had stripped naked and Lee had been more than happy to let me fuck him loudly and with abandon.

And still, I had woken the next morning with Stephen on my mind. The memory of the velvet-soft skin of his hard cock against the tips of my fingers, the heat of him pressed so closely against me. But most of all it was his hand against my throat that had my mind in a tangle.

I had been subconsciously reaching up with my own hand to remind myself of the memory of his touch, how exactly those broken fingers of his hand splayed against my skin when Lee had come up behind me on the rooftop garden of the London Sanctum and startled me.

I was struggling to read in the fading light of late evening, a small stack of books piled onto the bench next to me borrowed from the library downstairs. The titles were all different from those in New York so I was losing myself in them. Preparing myself this time to actually be an apprentice worth training. I hadn't seen Lee since that first night as relationships with masters and their apprentices were strictly forbidden and we couldn't risk anyone becoming concerned about our closeness.

It wasn't that I was avoiding Lee per se by hiding up there reading in the dark, more so I was avoiding being noticed at the London Sanctum but that was already failing me as there were whispered questions amongst the apprentices about why Doctor Strange's apprentice was in London without him. That and Lee's apprentice was not happy about being released from their own apprenticeship overnight with no explanation.

So far my experience at the London Sanctum hadn't been too different from my experience in New York. I was just glad the English were a lot more polite and modest about their opinions.

Besides the fact, I had promised marriage to my master and he didn't drive me completely insane.

I shivered at Lee's touch as he continued to caress his fingers down my bare arm. Around us the sky was cast in a haze of orange and purple and I figured I couldn't

'Lee, you know we have to be careful.' I shut the book I was reading, a little irritated Lee had left it so late in the day to visit me. Stephen would often wait for me first thing in the morning and make demands of me.

Not that I missed that, but I was a little cautious that Lee might take my agreement to marry him as a reason to be slack on me and not spend more time focusing on training me in the mystic arts. I wanted to be worthy as the rest of the masters were, I wanted to prove myself.

I hadn't figured I might have to work harder with Lee. Though no one would make me work as hard as Stephen.

I felt my hand creeping up my neck again and dropped it abruptly as I cleared my throat, I still felt Lee hovering behind me,

'We still have to treat each other professionally and then we'll just have to make time for unprofessional things.' I told him.

Lee's fingers stopped caressing my arm and I shivered as he rounded the bench to squat before me, his hands resting on my knees. His face glowed with golden light, half-shadowed by the disappearing sun.

'You're right. We can't risk getting caught. So I think we get married. Now.'

I was grateful for the darkness as I could hide my grimace, 'We're not engaged.' but my argument was weak and Lee only frowned at me,