[He says, blinking a few times - reminded now too, a slow grin growing over his face as the possibilities filter in. First, there's the direct application of sex magic - using it for sex. Then there's the secondary... using the sex to fuel the magic... His grip on her cinches a bit. He kisses her neck again.]
... Does the witch have an assistant for his inevitable practicing?
[ That gives her a nice little shiver, from where his lips meet her neck outward and toward her nape. It's the intimacy, the conversation, how the fantasy stuck with her and never quite floated back to the surface. She doesn't even know how it'd work, but maybe that's part of the appeal. Someone with better insight of Cellar's odd attraction to power would put their finger right on the button. ]
Assistant, student, fangirl. [ Shifting so her lips and teeth touch his earlobe. ] Anything the witch wants, anywhere the witch wants.
no subject
[He says, blinking a few times - reminded now too, a slow grin growing over his face as the possibilities filter in. First, there's the direct application of sex magic - using it for sex. Then there's the secondary... using the sex to fuel the magic... His grip on her cinches a bit. He kisses her neck again.]
... Does the witch have an assistant for his inevitable practicing?
no subject
Assistant, student, fangirl. [ Shifting so her lips and teeth touch his earlobe. ] Anything the witch wants, anywhere the witch wants.
🎀 ?
[Grabbing her, yoinking her over him. A furious makeout is coming:]
Now.