A Full Moon Curse: Better Than Magic

Lucy was so in love with Tim she was pretty sure she could come apart from his kiss and the way his large hands spanned across her back. Once they got into her bedroom, he broke away from her and smiled.

After trying (and failing) to stay away from each other for so long.

After their affection and attraction involuntarily built up more and more then was broken down with a spell only to be rebuilt again.

After keeping secrets that had now been shared with acceptance in return.

After everything.

They held each other with Lucy feeling like she was burning from the inside out in the best way. Tim's eyes were shining for her with love and adoration; a sight she thought she might never see again after performing the finis amoris spell on him. She sighed happily as the weight of the moment settled over her heart.

He kissed her forehead tenderly.

Lucy unzipped his sweatshirt and was grateful the hospital provided him with such little clothing that was easy enough to remove, leaving her with an unobstructed view of his bare torso. She touched the spot where stitches had been sewed into his skin only hours ago, but with a little magic, he was now fully healed. If something had happened, if he had gotten fatally injured, they would not have ever exchanged I love yous or be standing in her bedroom ready to deepen and intensify their relationship. "I'm glad you're okay. I don't know if I said that before when I came to the hospital," Lucy said and smoothed her hand across his abs.

"You did. You know, you were all I could think about, Luce. I was bleeding, and it hurt like hell, but I was fighting to make it out alive, because I needed to see you again."

She helped him take his arms out of the hoodie and then put her hands on Tim's heart. "Good thing you did or we wouldn't be here right now."

"Good thing," he breathed and watched her through hooded eyes, still not fully believing he could have Lucy like THIS. When he heard the pop of the button of his uniform pants, Tim shoved them down quickly. Lucy's featherlight touch as she dragged a finger from his waistline up to his chest and then back down to his stomach made him inhale sharply; she was turning him on more and more from the slightest contact.

Realizing she had far more articles of clothing on than he did, Lucy started to unbutton her blouse and asked, "Wanna help me out?" There were not THAT many buttons on her shirt, but she wanted him to touch her instead of just standing there ogling her.

He grabbed the waistband of her jeans, barely skimming his fingers against her skin just beneath the denim, and yanked her close. Without looking, Tim found the button and zipper of her pants while kissing her neck. He wanted to take his time helping her remove her jeans so that he could drag them down every single centimeter of her gorgeous legs, but Lucy shimmied out of her pants far quicker than he would have liked, causing him to groan in frustration. "One way or another, I'm gonna take my time with your legs tonight," Tim said huskily in her ear.

Lucy's pulse quickened at the promise, "I think I could use your hands somewhere else." She guided one of his hands to rest over her still clothed mound.

"I didn't say I'd use my hands," he smirked and rubbed his thumb up and down on the spot she had directed him to. When she made a sound of interest, Tim dragged the digit further to feel where she was soaked through her panties. "Wet already?"

She dropped her top to the floor, pressed her chest into his, and said, "I need you."

"Tell me what you need, baby, I wanna know what you like."

He did not want to assume what might be the most pleasurable for her, so Tim wanted Lucy to dictate her needs.

"It's better if I show you," she murmured and held him by his hips to back him in the direction of the bed and push him to sit on the mattress.