Chapter 22

PRUE

C offee. The universal band-aid for bad decisions and cosmic responsibilities. I pour myself a third cup, wondering if it's possible to caffeinate away the memory of last night. Spoiler alert: it's not.

The kitchen is quiet. I've been up for hours, giving my brain plenty of time to replay every moment of my encounter with Grayson yesterday. My cheeks flare at the mere thought of his fingers in me. He definitely got me out of my head, and even this morning I feel more relaxed. But exactly how was I supposed to handle today? Just carry on as normal?

The question is answered for me, as Grayson appears. He moves around me, slowly, and grabs himself a cup of coffee.

"Ready to get going?" he asks me and leans against the counter.

"Let's do it." I put my cup down.

"Good." He walks over to me and grabs my hand, and the familiar cold feeling of them comfort me. "Let's go."

We walk to our little clearing and he stops ahead of me. He turns and our eyes meet. The air between us shifts and I'm surprised because my power comes to the surface. It pulses through me and I let it, watching the silver threads come alive and stretch all around me. I reach out to Grayson coaxing out his magic, I'm surprised to see his usually indigo purple is a bright violet.

"Prue, what are you doing?"

"I don't know, my magic is just here, accessible."

Grayson's face breaks into a grin-a real, genuine smile. I can see relief hit his eyes, they visibly brighten and so do his streams. His reaction does something, and I can feel my cheeks heating up. Stop that, Prue. But even as I chide myself, I finally feel in control and the feeling is addictive.

"Fucking finally." He says.

I can't help the next words from rolling out of me. "Apparently you should have fingered me ages ago."

Grayson barks a laugh and he steps forward.

"Apparently so, little witch." His new nickname stirs something inside me and I want nothing but for his fingers to find me again. But we aren't here for that right now… and I'm not sure me just stripping in an open field would be the greatest of ideas.

So, we spend the rest of the morning exploring the limits of my newfound control. By the time we finish, I'm exhausted but exhilarated. As we walk back to the cabin, Grayson's hand brushes against mine. The brief contact sends a jolt through me, icy and very much how Grayson feels.

This is going to be a problem. A big problem. This was not the time to grow, and expand my motions beyond the general annoyance I normally felt towards Grayson. I try to shove all the thoughts of our encounter down and we carry on as normal for the next few days.

Days pass in a blur of training sessions and thoughts of Grayson and his mouth, and hands and other body parts.

My control over my powers grows stronger with each passing day, and as it does, Grayson relaxes more and more around me. Which drives my inner feelings into a whirlwind of emotions. I watch him when's he's not looking, and he's calm and hopeful, I did that.

On the fifth night, I find myself outside Grayson's bedroom door. My hand hovers over the doorknob, trembling slightly. This is a bad idea. But apparently, my body didn't get the memo about self-preservation.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself and open the door.

Grayson is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, his head in his hands. He looks up as I enter, surprise flickering across his face before it settles into…desire?.

"Prue," he says, his voice low and rough. "What are you doing here?"

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "I... I don't know."

"You do know."

"I want to be out of my head." I say softly and hold his gaze. For a second I can feel his power come to the surface, and my magic wraps out to greet him. I let my desire coarse through him, and send the ripples of pleasure I wanted to feel again too. I really did have a better control of my magic and I wanted to put it to another type of use for a change.

"Fuck." He moans and I glance down, there is a clear bulge in his sweatpants.

"Stay there, little witch."

Grayson stands. He moves towards me slowly, and then he is in front of me, and he walks me slowly back towards the wall. He places a hand on either side of me.

"Turn around." I do as he says. He moves his hands down and pulls off my shirt. And then he slips my pants off easily.

His hand goes up to my neck, and I feel him tracing my scars, I want to turn around but he is holding me in place with his body.

His fingers move over them, cooling my skin with his touch and then he follows with his mouth.

"Are you sure about this, Prudence?"

"Yes."

It's all he needs to hear.

His hands move down my sides, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. My breath catches as he unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, slowly sliding them down my legs. The cool air hits my skin, and I shiver, from anticipation.

Grayson kisses my neck as he presses against me, his chest to my back. I'm acutely aware of every point of contact between us, my skin tingling where it meets his. His hands roam my body, counteracting the heat he was driving in me. I loved the contrast of how hot I was feeling inside and how cold to the touch he is. I want to turn around, to see his face, but he holds me in place. So, I reach out and pull his magic towards me, the purple wraps around me and it is glowing.

His breath hitches.

"Stay still," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding.

His lips brush against my shoulder, then trail down my spine. Each kiss sends a jolt through me. His tongue traces patterns on my skin, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

Grayson's hands grip my hips, and suddenly he's on his knees behind me. His mouth is kissing my lower back, then lower still. My heart races.

His tongue finds me, and my knees nearly buckle. He steadies me with his hands on my thighs, holding me in place as he explores. His tongue is relentless, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick flicks that make me gasp.

I press my palms against the wall, trying to ground myself as pleasure courses through me. Grayson's hands slide up my legs, parting them further. One hand moves to my pussy, his fingers joining his tongue in their assault on my senses.

He turns me around, his mouth never leaving me. My back hits the wall, and I look down to see Grayson kneeling before me, his eyes dark with desire and purple streams rippling off of him and swirling around my silver ones. The sight of him between my legs, and his magic with mine, combined with the sensations he's creating, is almost too much to bear.

His tongue circles my clit, and I can't help the moan that escapes me. He looks up at me, a smirk playing on his lips before he dives back in with renewed vigor. His fingers pump in and out of me, curling to hit that spot. Holy shit. My knees buckle but Grayson grips my hips and keeps me in place.

The pressure builds inside me, a coiling tension that threatens to snap at any moment. Grayson must sense how close I am, not just because my silver threads are vibrating all around us, but because he increases his pace, his tongue flicking rapidly over my clit while his fingers maintain their relentless rhythm.

"Grayson," I gasp, my hands finding their way into his hair. He hums against me, and licks my clit while slowing his fingers slightly.

He pauses just for a second. "Show me, little witch." His words mimicking what he said in the bath and they undo me all the same again.

The orgasm crashes over me in waves, and I cry out, my body shuddering with the intensity of it. Grayson doesn't let up, working me through it until I'm a trembling mess.

As I come down from the high, my legs feel like jelly. Grayson stands, supporting me with his body. His lips are wet, and the sight sends another jolt of arousal through me. I want to kiss him, but I don't, we haven't broken that barrier yet.

Instead, I push him back towards the bed.

"My turn," I say, my voice husky as I'm still out of breath.

Grayson raises an eyebrow but doesn't resist as I guide him to sit on the edge of the bed. I kneel between his legs, my hands running up his thighs. His sweatpants do little to hide his arousal, and I can see the outline of him straining against the fabric.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants, looking up at him for permission. He lifts his hips to allow me to pull them down along with his underwear. His erection springs free, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of him. He is big. I could feel it earlier but seeing it like this was something else.

Wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum at the tip. Grayson's sharp intake of breath encourages me, and I take him into my mouth.

I start slow, getting used to the feel of him. My tongue swirls around the head before I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. Grayson's hand finds its way into my hair, and he curls his hand into it.

I set a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down while my hand works what I can't fit in my mouth. Grayson's breathing becomes more ragged, and I can feel the tension in his thighs as he tries to keep still.

Looking up, I see Grayson watching me, and this time he pushes his magic into me, his violet energy is electric and I feel the sensation he is experiencing. How much he wants me. How much he wants this.

It spurs me on, and I redouble my efforts, taking him as deep as I can. His grip in my hair tightens, and I moan around him, the vibration making him groan.

"Prudence," he says, his voice strained. "I'm close."

I pull back, replacing my mouth with my hand as I stroke him. "Then come for me," I say, maintaining eye contact as I take him back into my mouth and reiterating what he always asks me to do.

A few more sucks of his cock, and Grayson is coming undone. His hips buck, and I feel him pulse in my mouth as he finds his release. I swallow, working him through it until he gently pushes me away.

I sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Grayson looks down at me, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. There's a moment of silence between us, heavy with unspoken words.

Finally, Grayson reaches down, pulling me up onto the bed with him. We fall back onto the mattress, our bodies tangled together. Our magic hasn't separated, and I watch as the threads interlace together and caress each other, as if they're creating a new time stream.

"You didn't have to do that," Grayson says after a while, his fingers tracing patterns on my back.

I prop myself up on an elbow, looking at him. "Get out of your head," I say simply, and he smiles at me. I settle back down and turn onto my stomach. Grayson takes the gap and starts stroking my back and tracing my scars. The motion is soothing, and cooling and before I know it I'm asleep.