Illicit passions

Chapter 3

"Ambrose is getting on my nerves, with his silent mourning."

"What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.

"What did you do to him, he's in a state of depression."

"Well make him happy..." I snap.

In a blink, I'm instantly transported to the spellman home. He's lying haphazardly on a chair, but sits up at my entrance.

Fuming, his smile drops at my unpleasant expression. "I called out to you, but you didn't respond." He says, coming to his feet.

"Ambrose, who are you talking to?" Asks, his Aunt Hilda.

"No one."

Dissappearing, I reappear in his room, and he appears instantly, soon after.

"You're not one of us, are you?"

"No."

"And you're not a spirit..."

"No."

He quiet, trying to put a title to my abilities, and powers.

"What are you?" He inquires, after some time.

"A friend?"

That doesn't appeal to either of us, Max's words haunt me. -"You may be bad, but the powers that be are badder." They refused my request, to bring her back, those militant humanoids with wings.

He's watching the emotions play out on my face, sadness, anger... and catching his quiet study of me, I take note of his shirtless torso, and fit build.

"I'm a friend." I restate, diverting my attention away from his wonderful physique. Iris has got one more time, to send me somewhere that I didn't ask to go.

"Well friend, you seem tense, would you care to take a drink, with me?"

He's an old soul, intelligent, confident, quirky, and sexually unbiased. "You know everything about me, and I've still yet to learn anything about you."

"And it's best that we keep it that way."

"I want to know something about you, something other than your name."

"That should be enough."

"Well it isn't... What do you like to do, do you have any talents, painting, writing... whoring?"

"Whoring?" I inquire, with a laugh.

"That's a talent..."

He has the most beautiful smile, which quickly sobers me. Max was a seize the moment type, and thoughts of her upsets me

"What do you think about, that makes you so sad, and angry?"

"A friend..."

"Boyfriend?"

"No..." I reply, with a small smile.

"Now that's better."

Those brown eyes, awakens a heat of need from between my legs. Max was right, you only live once.

"C'mon." I state, leading him from the room.

"Oh, who is this?" Asks, Hilda.

"A friend..." He responds.

"No unauthorized company!" Zelda yells, as we hurry past them.

We've reached the edge of the grounds, when he pulls away from me.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can." I state, pulling him past the line where the Spellman land ends.

He's surprised, when nothing untoward happens. "You did it..."

Releasing my hand, he's gone, but appears quickly at the edge of the yard again.

"I can't reverse the spell, but I can manipulate it. As long as you're holding on to me, you can go anywhere."

Retaking his hand, he's able to move past the binding spell, that holds him captive to the grounds.

"Then I never want to let go of you."

So, where do you want to go?" I ask, clearing my throat.

"The Vatican..."

"Really?"

"No, I'm just teasing. I want a Wimpy burger, fries, and a shake."

His robe and slacks disappear, and he's redressed in pants, shirt and leather jacket.

"Shall we?"

I'm definitely a fan...