Not Your Average Witch

A soft chuckle reverberated off the shower walls as Seth smiled at Maggie’s question, taking note of the playful nature she was providing. “Very much so,” he replied without hesitating, growing slightly confused when his wife stepped away from him. At first he thought that maybe she was getting dizzy and weak by the way she was holding herself against the tile wall, but that train of thought quickly veered off when he felt the pressure of her ass grinding back against him. What had gotten into her lately? He was used to the sweet and innocent Maggie, but he certainly wasn’t about to complain with this complete turn of events. Humming in appreciation at the soap that glided over his skin, he watched her carefully with a slight hint of seduction in his eyes. He even growled when she grabbed his ass, reaching down to playfully bite and tug at her bottom lip. “Don’t mind if I do,” he responded as he took the soap from her, starting off by running it across her stomach and upwards, sneaking in a squeeze to her right breast as his hand traveled. He could tell she was hinting for so much more, and he would give her every ounce of force and friction she could desire, he was just waiting for the right time to make his move.

His glance followed her dainty hand with a passing sign of relief, crossing his scarred features, before a nod allowed his head movement, indicating gratitude. “Thanks, Miss.” Scarecrow intended to leave, to sate his appetite for the burning feeling in his lungs, caused by the greyish smoke, though as soon as her second question reached him, the greaser paused. “Uh— Yeah, Ah guess. Gotta buddy, whose birthday’s soon an’ he likes some fancy food. D’ya got any cookbooks?”

Fingers fell from binding, and Owen bowed his head in amusement. “I am terribly sorry; I do not mean to make you uncomfortable. Must be someone else.”

Date Night || Magic & Mischief

Maggie needs her Loki bby