Of Lorenz Theory & Love

When Two Become One

31 When Two Become One

12:50 pm, Vera Manor, Seattle, Washington

After a moment's pause, Macy and Harry broke down sobbing; Celeste's spell was finally broken.

4 pm, Vera Manor, Seattle, Washington

Mel knocked on Macy's bedroom door, which was locked. "Macy, are you guys ok?" Macy had been holed up in there in complete darkness for the past couple of hours with Harry, both complaining of instantaneous headaches. They claimed to need some time to themselves, which Maggie and Mel were very understanding about. It wasn't every day that a powerful Elder's spell was broken, causing a century's worth of memories to descend on a Whitelighter and a magical (though nevertheless moral) human female.

"Yes," Macy answered, her voice slightly muffled under a throng of sheets. "We're ok. Just need some peace and quiet for awhile—"

"Ok," Mel answered. "Don't do anything stupid, ok?" she walked away and went downstairs to read more of the faded, worn-out ancient texts still taking up residence in the kitchen.

4:05 pm, Vera Manor, Seattle, Washington

Macy uncovered the blanket, where she and Harry had spent the past two hours nursing what felt like a cross between a hangover and a migraine. Maggie had slipped them both a couple of over-the-counter painkillers and a cold glass of water (she ran over to Jordan to borrow supplies from his first aid kit an hour ago). Thank heavens it was finally starting to kick in.

5 pm, Vera Manor, Seattle, Washington

Harry stirred, turning over in bed and blinking his eyes, reorienting himself in the darkness; the windows were firmly sealed shut, and the curtains blocked every inch of burgeoning sunlight threatening to spill into these particular confines of Vera Manor. Once he fully came to, he turned to his left; Macy was already awake, her curls surrounding her shoulders as they always did, in a form of graceful, organized chaos that Harry always secretly admired.

"I'm so confused, Harry," her voice emanated in the darkness in his general direction. "Am I Macy? Am I Darcy, reborn? Did this violate the laws of nature, causing me to be stillborn? Who am I?" Macy pivoted toward Harry. "And I don't know if you see me as Darcy—or Macy—you have so many memories of the past—will this hurt our ability to move forward?" her voice broke a little.

Instead of engaging an increasingly panicked Macy over this fruitless debate, Harry whispered—"Azores?" Macy nodded, a hint of a smile unfolding in the corners of her lips.

5:15 pm PDT/12:15 am, Madalena Village, Azores, Epicenter Pico No. 23, Hot Tub

After Harry and Macy hurriedly gathered their things (e.g., toiletries, swimsuit, and various and sundry items), they orbed directly into the entryway of Epicenter Pico No. 23, the home that Macy inherited awhile earlier, that had been passed down a multitude of Azorian Valensi women. Macy and Harry put their belongings down on the kitchen table; Harry removed the duffel bag he carried, unzipping it and placing a few items in the refrigerator (he had snuck over to the Vera Manor kitchen earlier to grab a few necessary items when Mel was distracted by a test tube that suddenly glowed bright pink).

Harry then proceeded through the screened door into the balcony hot tub, which Macy turned on (she was a firm believer in not wasting water). They sat just outside the hot tub for ten minutes in silence; Macy moved toward her cell phone and turned on a YouTube collection of Faouzia music, which began with the bold, intrepidly sensual "Tears of Gold" song, that sounded to Harry like Rihanna with the fierceness of Beyoncé mixed in. Harry was about to speak—to start discussing the logistics and complications of merging Jimmy with Harry, but Macy, sensing this, put her finger to his lips. "Shhh...close your eyes" Macy said, leading him into the hot tub as if indicating, let's get to know each other without words, shall we?

Once Harry's eyes were closed, Macy ran her fingers gently through Harry's hair, stroking his forehead, the shape of his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, chin, kissing the sensitive area of his neck. He shivered in anticipation. Macy massaged his arms, feeling its texture, as droplets gathered on his biceps in tiny, uniform dots, speckled across like a crystal cobblestone path. She kissed each of those drops, from his elbow to his upper arm.

"My turn," Harry whispered, taking a delicate tendril of Macy's hair toward him, smelling the fragrant curls. He knew she was over-sensitive to cologne and avoided wearing heavy perfume, but her own natural scent was utterly intoxicating. He could feel himself harden against her, and she knew it too, as she moved to graze his collarbone, adding a love bite every now and then, intertwining her fingertips with the dark hair situated at the very nape of his neck, as her lips, full of her kisses, went upward, as she whispered softly into his ear, "Take me."

5:17 pm PDT/12:17 am, Vera Manor, Seattle, Washington

Mel continued to examine the properties of a test tube that suddenly glowed bright pink. "Pink, pink, pink, where had she last seen that color?" she thought to herself, frantically flipping through the tomes. Coughing from the dust, she finally found a color symbology page that detailed the after-effects of a merging spell. Skimming through, she saw exactly what she was looking for, and gasped.

She raced to Maggie's room, pounding the door so hard that it shook with the effort. Maggie opened the door, as if to issue a retort, but took one look at Mel's face and fell silent. "W-what is it Mel?" Mel shoved the book toward her and pointed at the pink-glowing test tube that she held in her hand. Maggie read the symbology text, and visibly blanched. "Oh shit," she muttered.

"We need to tell Macy. ASAP." Maggie nodded, and they sped back to the kitchen to gather the rest of the books, before racing over to Macy's room.

5:18 pm PDT/12:18 am, Madalena Village, Azores, Epicenter Pico No. 23, Hot Tub

Harry deftly swept Macy off her feet, and she suddenly found herself straddling him, sensing his sheer wanting, his urgent anguish against her as she slowly guided him in—and instead of the "do you like it?" customary of the polite, diffident, sweet Whitelighter Harry Greenwood she once knew, Macy felt him, this man, slam into her with unmitigated, unrelentingly desperate passion. "Fuck," she gasped aloud, as Harry pounded himself into her; equally aroused, she met his wanting with a force she never knew she had. The water droplets surrounding their bodies had, unbeknownst to them, paused in their tracks, seized upward, and were now noiselessly hovering unsupported in the air, akin to dancing beaded fragments floating within a glass snow globe.

5:19 pm PDT/12:19 am, Madalena Village, Azores, Epicenter Pico No. 23, Hot Tub

Was it the fact that Jimmy was merged into Harry, that having Harry inside of her felt this damn good? Macy thought to herself, as they both groaned with pleasure; she felt him as she usually did, but this time, it seemed as though there was no barrier between them at all. She could feel the heated smoothness of his delicate head, hammering into her very being, their hearts melting together in a passionate, timeless amalgamation of fervor. Macy could sense his familiar, warm, approaching apex, the very reach of the pinnacled summit, that had a new and altogether vulnerable sense of nakedness about it. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something felt very different and strange, though not entirely unwelcome.

Suddenly, Harry grasped her curls in a fist, and pulled, eliciting a gasp from Macy; once again making eye contact, she understood, biting his shoulder, allowing his spurts to devour, or combine with her essence from within, as they came together simultaneously, causing the suspended droplets of water to crash in a gushing torrent around them.