Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Cecilia cut the carrots and the potatoes into chunks, tossing them in a pot of water, along with some dried herbs and seasonings. Then she fumbled around in her cabinets for some additional vegetables she had stored, cutting and tossing them in as well. The vegetables would need to simmer for some time for the water to flavor, but she knew she needed some protein as well. Remembering she had some venison wrapped up and nestled in a cold chest outside, she glanced out the window to see the chest was just out of reach of her magic. The weather had been brutally cold for a few weeks and she had gotten into the habit of leaving the meat wrapped and hidden outside under her porch. I'm grabbing some meat from the porch...for this... She announced, not bothering to look at Rakith as she slipped out the side door and quickly gathered what she needed. The last thing she wanted was for him to come wandering after her if she ever left his sight. She was only outside for a minute, the cold much too harsh for what she was wearing. When she returned, a brown paper wrapped lump in her hand, she looked frozen through. She cut the meat up into chunks and added it to the pot, letting it slowly cook through from a small fire lit beneath it. A stone oven in the corner of the kitchen allowed her to prepare a batch of quick biscuits. When all of her busy work was finished, she returned to where the pot was resting over it's fire, using the heat to warm her hands. Ceci didn't hear Rakith approach her, but suddenly his arms were around her waist and she was pressed up against him. His body was warm, and she had to stop herself from leaning into the warmth in order to thaw out. The hard bulge that pressed against her naked backside was the warmest. A shiver shook her body, her head tilting back against his chest as he spoke into her ear. I hate you, Rakith... She breathed, her hands settling against the pot in front of her as a way of distracting herself from the way his voice coated her skin. The warmth of his breath caressed her skin seconds before his teeth teased her neck. The pot was burning her hands, giving her something else to focus on that wasn't him. The pain gave her an escape, but when his bite turned painful too, the pot no longer helped. She gasped, pulling her hands away as she pushed against his body. Lips and teeth tantalized her skin, confusing her in new ways. Her hands ached from the burn of the pot, but her body ached in a way she didn't understand. I will keep my mind for my own. You will never own that. And I will never give you that satisfaction... She hissed, her pulse throbbing through her body, in areas she didn't even know could be felt. You own me through paper and spells.. Ceci whispered. I won't admit to anything else... The witch tried to stop the waver in her voice when she spoke, but it was there. A small thread of confusion that kept her from fully committing to what she said. Ceci turned in his arms, her hands fisted as she pushed them against his chest, they throbbed, but she wrapped her focus around it again. Don't touch me. Don't touch me... She chanted inside the privacy of her mind. She needed to keep him at a distance until she could sort through the frazzled state of her mind and body. Go away. I'm trying to prepare your supper...remember? She stated bluntly.