peacheatingmagi:
âBehaving is totally overrated. Doing what you want is better. Thatâs how this all started right?â Indeed it was. Judar was the master of a silver tongue, and had slowly worked the witch to relax about the need for each other and dare he say it, the magic. Nothing he would complain about since he found himself, very interestingly, enjoying it.
âReally? You missed me? Mark it in the calender.â He smirked against her lips, settling against her and let his own arms drap lazily around her waist. âMmmâŚâ The kiss he admitted was sweet and nice at first, but he pressed a little more and let his hands slide down to her backside to give a gentle squeeze.
She wouldnât bring up that annoying little detail, knowing all too well following her selfish desires had led to this and whether or not it was a blessing or a curse seemed to fluctuate from time to time... depending on the magiâs mood that day. Yamu was about to lose herself in the kiss when there was an obvious shift in direction from wandering hands.
She jolts at the touch, flushing after a second before giving an unhappy huff, âAnother rare moment I was about to make a note of.... you managing to be a gentleman for a few seconds. Here I thought itâd be new record,â The magician pouted, before hearing footsteps and squeaking at the realization of Kouâs magi groping her ass in plain sight, grabs Judar by the shirt and shoves both of them through the nearest door which is a random storage room.
Yamuraiha listens for them to pass with her heart pounding, âThat was too close...â
