By Libra's Scales

A Time Traveler and a Witch Meet in an Alley

"Gods! I don't know how you do it!" the auburn haired girl across the table raised her glass, the brown liquid inside escaping onto the table, "But you've saved this city- no- this whole world at least twenty times."
He raised his glass in return, keeping it low to keep the clear liquid from spilling. He was already buzzed, maybe a tad bit more than he wanted to admit. "It's only been four times," he smiled. Clinking their glasses together, she smiled back at him. His heart fluttered for a moment. It was probably the rush of excitement from his recent promotion, or the joy of all the praise he was getting, but this girl, whoever she was looked so-
He nearly spat out his drink as he remembered Melissa. Bolting up, he grabbed his coat and ran for the door.
The girl stood up too. "Where we goin', hero?" she grabbed his hand, gripping his fingers.
She stopped him, her wet puppy eyes boring into him. Taking her opportunity, she closed what little space was left between them until there was none. She pressed her body against his, though her lack of breasts was almost laughable.
Damien snorted, then turned and left. He dropped a twenty onto the bar and left. And he didn't need any chronomancy to keep her frozen in place. As he glanced over his shoulder to see if she was following him, she was already flirting with some other guy.
The night sky was an empty abyss. No stars. No clouds. Not even the usual swarm of Hunters Corps zipped through the air as they usually did. He made his way south, heading back to his apartment. Tonight Melissa was supposed to be spending the night. They had talked about watching some hospital show she talked about so much, but he knew they'd be more involved in each other's anatomy.
The next few minutes of his walk home were quiet. The city was so peaceful at night. It wasn't a clutter of paperwork on his desk. It wasn't some hectic chaotic scene of monsters or evil magi. And they definitely WEREN'T THE PILE OF DISHES I LEFT IN THE SINK!!
"Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit!!'' His stroll turned to a loose and sloppy jog, his bent elbows knocking at his sides. He checked his phone as soon as it dinged, his heart fluttering.
Mellie sent him a selfie. She was up above the city, levitating on her broom. She was wearing an amber tank top that was cut low and the angle she took the pic gave him a clear view down it. Her chestnut hair was a beautiful mess in the wind as she smiled up at Damien. Soft brown gems called to him as he gazed into her eyes.
Another ding.
This time it was a text. "Rdy to watch anatomy"
"Yup, just heading back home." "The Menders and I were celebrating my promotion." "Lol"
"Wya?"
"Omw home."
"I know, dork." "like" "what street?"
"Uhmmm " "Just a sec" he looked up and slowed to a stroll. "West and Sixth." "sixth avenue"
"Yayy"
"Yayy?" Damien repeated aloud. He sent question marks in response.
He heard yelling down the street.
No response.
The yelling in the street got louder.
Still no response.
"She's probably just flying and can't answer right now." he assured himself. "Relax, bro." he exhaled.
The yelling behind him had gotten significantly louder.. He turned around, hoping they weren't yelling at him. He didn't have time to deal with some drunk.
By the time he did turn around, he saw who it was. She was pulling her tank top down, and brushing her chestnut hair out of her eyes.
"Couldn't you hear me yelling at you?"
"I thought you were a drunk." he walked towards her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I am a little drunk." she played with the hairs on the back of his neck. the way her breath smelled, and the way she leaned against him, he could tell she was more than a little drunk
Her eyes snatched his breath as they always had. Cupping the small of her back, he pulled her closer. Even when she wasn't smiling, she had a certain radiance that made his heart dance. She pressed her lips together, then parted them. A few strands of hair slipped in front of her eyes. She blinked, but didn't blow them out of her eyes like she usually did. She just stared up at him, lips parted.
Goddamit Mel. You are just so... beautiful. Before he could berate himself for not saying that out loud, and then berate himself for how cringe it sounded, she asked:
"Are you gonna kiss me or not?" her voice sent goosebumps up his neck.
"Uh- i mean i will. I just didn't think that you-" he stuttered, anxiously,
Melissa giggled, shaking her head. She leaned into him, pressing her lips to his. He waited a second before locking lips. He wanted to enjoy how tender they were first. Her hands raised to his chin, cupping his jawline. She stroked the corners of his lips whenm she pulled back. Her eyes moved to his neck and her hands followed. She was biting her lip.
He slipped his hands under her tank top, his eyes following her for a sign she wasn't okay with that. There weren't any. She had grabbed his tie, and giggled. It loosened in a gentle tug.
"Why are you still wearing this?" she teased. She stroked the tie, not breaking eye contact wth him.
"You can take it off if you want?"
She looked up at him, and smiled, "I hope you'll let me take off more than just that." she leaned forward, inches from kissing him, then pulled away as he leaned in too. She chuckled, satisfied at the teased look on his face. "C'mon ya perv." She led him by his tie into an alley. Just like the night sky and the streets, it was empty.
She dragged him to the far back wall of the alley, then pinned herself against it. She yanked his tie off, then undid his buttons. He had to help her with a few as her drunk fingers fiddled with them.
Her top was off in seconds exposing the maroon bra under. He swooped his lips towards her neck and planted a few pecks on her before sucking there. She moaned as wrapped her arms around him, her hands climbing to his shoulders. Her sucked a little harder, biting even. She moaned again, digging her nails into him.
He stooped, then lifted her up, giving her a moment to wrap her legs around his hips. As he found that sweet spot between her boobs, he realized he'd almost forgotten they were supposed to be at his house.
"Are we still watching tv?"
She stared down at him a second, her mouth shaping a dumbfounded oval. Then she threw her head back to roar in amusement. Unfortunately she smacked her head against the wall behind her. "Oww." she whined.
"Oh, shit," he lowered her, his hand rushing to the back of her head like he could heal it.
In response, a flash of mana pulsed through his hand and he could feel her pain subsiding. It felt like warm writhing meat stitching itself together under his hand. In fact this mana, this silvery blue glow that flashed from his fingertips felt easier to wield than his green and white, which he had an alignment with. But he'd never seen this kind of mana before.
"You didn't tell me you were a healer?" she scratched the back of her head.
"I'm- I'm not." he muttered.
"Right,"She stared up at him, her eyes moving between his, scanning for any sign of dishonesty. "And I can't feel your dick throbbing against my stomach."
He pulled back, his cheeks getting hot.
She grabbed him, at his belt, and pulled him closer again. Her hands undid his buckle then his button and zipper with unnatural precision, in his ear she whispered, "How about you take it out and-" she didn't finish her sentence. She nibbled his ear lobe, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him, his back straightened and so did he.
"Fuuuuck." Her hands had breached his boxers and started working their own magic.
She pushed him off suddenly, turning away from him. Her hair swayed around her shoulder blades. He stood there and watched as she undid her pants. He dropped and kicked his off as she shook her bare ass at him. She turned to him, kicking hers, taking long kicks to do so.
Her pant legs caught around her ankle and her drunkenness had shown itself again as she struggled to do it. She kicked ferociously until he knelt and grabbed her calf. He slid the pants off as well as her checkered sneaker. The pebbles on the ground dug into his knee caps, but he didn't care. She was looking down at him, biting her lip. She leaned against the wall, arching her lower back as he crawled up to her. He locked her thigh over his shoulder, placing slow drawn out kisses along it, feeling her heat grow warmed as his face got closer.
"Damien," she moaned, raking her hands through his curly hair. He didn't stop. Instead his kisses turned to nibbles as his cheek brushed her moist friend. Warmth liquid danced down his chin.
Before he did get to it, she pushed his head away.
"Damien," her eyes were at half mast, biting her lips as she stared down at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Dames." she smiled. She fidgeted with his curls more, twirling a few between his fingers. "I just wanted to tell you I love you."
They'd been dating for a couple months, and never, not even any other time they had sex, had she said that. She massaged his curls pressing her lips together. She was looking at him, deeply in thought, though he didn't need to be a mind magi to know what she was thinking.
He rested his head against her thigh.
He'd wanted to say that since the first time they fucked, but waited. And now, as the moon creeped overhead, peering down at the couple in an alley, he realized she felt the same way he had.
"I love you, too, Mel."
They sat there a moment, gazing into each others eyes. That dreamy stare of hers blending with the relieved yet proud stare of his. Damien wanted to capture this moment forever. To freeze time and never unfreeze it so this warm fuzziness in his chest would stay caged there. So he'd always look up into her eyes and she would look at him like he always did now. He caressed her thigh.
"So, are you gonna eat this pussy or not?"
He chuckled, and bit her thigh a little harder than he normally would have.
She smacked his head just as hard. "Ow you asshoooOOOOOHHHH!"