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Moonlight Magic	By : LadyPhoenix99 Category: S through Z > Spellbound Views: 1142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Malcolm- Just found out the love of his life was murdered in the most gruesome way. Seeks comfort in the bottle.
Sapphira- knows the loss of losing a loved one- decides to keep him company

Under the influence of broken hearts and a few too many drinks... their grief reaches out to do the strangest of things...

Bring 2 people from opposite status' in life together...

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Moonlight Magic

“So what are you drinking?” Malcolm Lewis looked up with mild curiosity as Sapphira Starr sat down on a barstool beside him.

“Captain’s my friend tonight,” he responded half-heartedly as he swirled the ice in his glass. She nodded and glanced up at the bartender.

“Captain for my friend here.”

“And for you, Miss.?”

“Sex on the Beach.” She tossed a sly smile back at Malcolm when she noticed his smirk. Even in his grief, his mind was still available to be messed with. He shook his head.

“Always heard you were the adventurous kind.”

“Well, never know what you like until you’ve tried it, right?” She returned with a shrug as their glasses were placed in front of them. Silence fell briefly between them before Sapphira drew up the nerve to speak to him again. “You really cared for her, huh?” He closed his eyes. Sapphira had been referring to his girlfriend Miranda. Earlier that evening, he had been unfortunate to come across her body. Sadly, there had been nothing he could do to restore the life that had been taken from her.

“Not sure to be honest. She was a fun ride. More open minded than anyone else I had ever been with. And more open to the idea of my liking both sides of the game.” He paused. “Mira was a trip and a half. Never thought she would be taking the trip she did.”

“May I ask what happened?” A thoughtful look crossed over his face. Without a breath, he downed his drink and placed the glass on the counter. Sapphira motioned to the bartended for a refill.

“Burnt to a crisp in the center. Her face was left in it’s beauty at least.” He looked up and over at her. “Why so interested? It is well known I am not very liked by your group. So why so kind all of a sudden?” She shrugged and looked away.

“No one should bare any sort of grief alone. Being around someone else makes dealing with it a little easier.” His eyes widened suddenly, realizing she possibly did understand.

“Ah, yes, Sol. You watched as he passed on, if I recall.” She swallowed hard and forgot the straw to her drink as she took several gulps of the alcoholic beverage. That was definitely not something she liked to relive.

“All right, I get your point. We won’t talk about her.”

“Good.” Malcolm peered over at her from his slouched position. “So what do you want to do?”

“How does ‘get drunk’ sound to you? After all the crazy and insane things that have happened?”

“A night of drunken partying could be just what the doctor ordered.” Malcolm looked up and waved the bartender back over. “Garçon?” Sapphira could not help but attempt to suppress a giggle.

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The night pressed on as they drank and laughed about silly things, both past and present. Two immortal beings lost in the dimness of a bar filled with mortals. They remembered the good times and the bad. Then they remembered the events of Angel and Ori Brooks' wedding reception.

“I still can’t believe I fuckin’ caught that garter. Smelled good though. Angel must have had some perfumed oil dabbed behind her knees,” Malcolm commented, his speech slurring slightly. “Ra, I love it when a woman does that.” He downed a shot of JD and looked lost a moment. “Would have given anything to have been in Ori’s shoes that night.” A lust filled growl left his throat.

“You animal you. It doesn’t matter if the woman is taken or not to you does it?”

“Nope,” he grinned wickedly. “Seems, Ori can be the same way from what I can see. Though the difference between him and me is that it works for the men in my case as well.”

“Ah yes, Gabriel,” Sapphira remembered with a purr. The alcohol had long since taken it’s effect on them and reason had since walked out the door. “You know, that may have disgusted the others, but I found it quite… intriguing,” she murmured in his ear before giggling.

“Did you, now?” His voice had lost it’s taunting sound and had gained a lustful note instead. She gazed deep into his eyes and nodded. There was something about those violent, violet eyes that seemed to suck her in. As if he had cast a spell over her and she had fallen into his control. They found themselves sitting extremely close to each other at a bench table. Malcolm was facing her, his arm draped casually, yet possessively over her shoulders. The hand of hers not holding her drink, rested high on his thigh. His eyes fluttered and he uttered a low growl when her fingers began to massage the spot on his thigh. It was short-lived, however, when he let go of his drink and reached down to stop her.

“What is it?” She asked with a smile. “Can’t handle it?” He quirked an eyebrow and smirked at her, leaning down so his lips brushed her ear as he spoke, sending wild shivers down her spine.

“Not here. But if you are really interested, we can go somewhere else for a little moonlit fun.” She gasped and her eyes shut almost instantly as his lips captured the lobe of her ear and sucked lightly upon it. The hand that had stopped hers slowly began a trail moving upwards, fingers lightly blazing their path over her bared midriff. His palm lightly brushed over her breast and her breath hitched in as his lips moved from her ear to her neck. The hand finished its journey by cupping her face tenderly before moving to run his fingers through her long black and red hair. They tangled themselves, ever so slightly, in the silken threads, gently pulling her head back for easier access to her slender neck. Their hearts beat rapidly and to a point in which she felt hers would explode.

“Not here,” she whispered in agreement with him when her lips could reach his own ear. “The moon calls to us.”

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They made a quick trip to the nearest hotel and checked in just as quickly. Before the door had even shut, Malcolm had pressed Sapphira against the front wall of their room and began to ravage her lips. Moans and mewls ripped themselves from her throat as she returned the kisses just as desperately. She knew he liked control and was willing to let him have it for just a little while. Her passionate whimpers drove him mad as his lips went to her throat, his hands keeping her hips in place. They moved only brief enough to yank her shirt up and over her head, throwing it carelessly across the room. Her bra was next, landing haphazardly on a lampshade.

She groaned and her head fell back as his hands cupped her breasts and his lips covered them, hungrily taking them in. Her fingers snaked their way through his hair drawing him closer to her as he made his way back to her lips. She decided to turn the tables of control on him then. With an impassioned cry, she pushed off the wall and pinned him against the opposite one, kissing him deeply before leading him toward the bed where he stripped her of her skirt and she shoved him to the bed. She climbed atop of him, her knees on either side of his hips, licking her lips hungrily. Placing her hands on his chest, she used a quick motion to rip his shirt down the center and removing it from him. The light of the full moon fell over him from the half parted curtains covering the large picture window.

“Ra, that’s good,” Malcolm groaned as she leaned down to place little kisses over his muscular chest. His hips bucked beneath her when he felt the feathery touch of her fingertips as she undid the belt and button of his pants. A swift motion had his pants gone and she was not surprised when she learned he was commando under them. A sly smirk curved her lips as she looked up at him through her long, dark eyelashes. Slowly, she let her tongue flick out over his manhood, enjoying the gasp it elicited from his lips. She moaned as his hands massaged her head as she worked her magic. It was not long before she had taken him into her mouth adding a sucking motion that drove him crazy with desire. He allowed her to continue for a few moments before he could not take it any longer.

With a growl, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to him where he could capture her lips with his own once again, rolling them so he, once again, was in the controlling position. His hands moved over her body and her eyes fluttered closed as her back ached under his magical touch. One hand moved above her head and grasped her hair, yanking her head back to free her neck to his ravishing kisses. She cried out with pained pleasure when his teeth bit down near her shoulder. She had never gone the painful approach to her sexual encounters before. She knew it was something he enjoyed, though, so she was as prepared as she could have been. He made hungry growling noises like a tiger enjoying his kill.

Malcolm’s body kept pressed tight against her own. Her pain was forgotten as his fingers slipped between her legs and the fabric of her thong. He grinned like a Cheshire cat at the wetness he found there. Her breath hissed in and her heart jumped as she felt his fingers begin to slide in and out of her.

“Nnnh… Malcolm,” she breathed as he picked up his pace. “Please… More…” He could not deny her plea. He could not deny himself much longer either. His patience wore out and the thong tore as it was ripped from her body. He paused only a moment above her as they shifted themselves into a better position on the bed. He looked up at her then.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she responded with a nod of her head.

“You do remember who I am, right?”

“Damn it, Malcolm, please! I’m not asking you to make love to me here, I'm-” He silenced her with a desperate kiss. Part of him was confused. He knew the alcohol had brought them to this place. He knew he was grieving the loss of Miranda, but he also knew he was tired of playing. He wanted something real. He silenced her so he did not have to hear the second part that typically followed a comment like that. He was going to make the most of this moment; and leave that room knowing he gave his all and she would never forget.

Without another word or hesitation, he lowered himself till the tip of his manhood could feel the warm wetness that called for him. Then swiftly, he plunged deep inside causing them both to cry out. Sapphira’s lower lip caught between her teeth and she remained as still as Malcolm. Her eyes squeezed shut as he slowly began to move. He groaned into her neck and she moaned in response. His aim was true to the hot spot needed to keep her alive beneath him. The more he thrust, the closer they came. Her nails bit into his back, and the pain drove him deeper and faster. Her lips sought his neck and it was as if his mind exploded. When her teeth met the skin at the base of his neck, it was all Malcolm could do to keep the little bit of control he had left.

Sapphira knew she could not hold on much longer. Her breath became short and ragged. Her body felt as if it were on fire. Her moans and mewls became desperate cries.

“Sapphira,” Malcolm moaned into their heated kiss. “Come on… for me darling… oh, merciful gods, Sapphira!”

“Malcolm… nnnuh, Malcolm!” His name tore from her lips and her back arched as her legs clamped tight against him. Her muscles tightened even more around his manhood, increasing the friction and adding to the pleasure building. It was not long after that he gave a couple of deep and final thrusts before he could no longer hold back. Her name slipped from his lips as his seed was spilled and he collapsed on top of her, weak and worn. Sapphira found herself surprised when his arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly to him in a caring embrace.

Slowly he rolled from her, but he took her with him when he rolled so her head rested on his sweat slicked chest. He pulled a sheet up around them before resting his arm over her once again. It was a nice feeling for her. Confusing, but nice. It had been a long time since she had been held so tenderly.

Neither one was aware of the feelings swirling inside their lover’s head. Nor did they realize, they were thinking the same thing.

With this between them… where would they go from there…?
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