Rachel Morgan

"Rachel please listen to me."
"I am not working for you, Trenton Kalamack."
"It's not for me. It's for Ceri."
I stopped where I was. He knew he could get my attention if it was something for Ceri. As it was I was not doing anything for him. Dumb Witch. Against my better judgement I turned to listen to him. If he said anything I was not happy with I was walking away. I couldn't keep getting sucked into his life. It didn't fit mine. Sure I was being shunned and no one would have anything to do with me but that wasn't my fault. I am a white witch. Despite my weekly Demon lessons. White witch, right?
"Are you going to listen to me now?" Trent asked when I didn't say anything.
"I am not going into the ever-after for you nor will kill someone for you. Not even Ceri."
"I-," He paused then took a deep breathe. "Ceri, needs you to ask Al something. Seeing as you already have a weekly appointment with the Demon I don't think it's to hard."
Depends on the question. If the question was worth to much Al would make me pay with another mark. That would mean three and he could haul my ass into the ever-after and never let me go. But I wasn't telling Trent that. Nor was I going to do anything else for him. But I'll hear him out. That much I can do.
"How much are you paying me for listening?'
"Excuse me?" Trent looked shocked.
"I am not free. Ivy and Jenks have decided to get paid even for talking. Consider it like a consulation fee."
"And you agree to this?"
"If it pays my rent I am not bitching."
"Fine." He puffed out a cloud in the cold air. "How much you want?"
I looked around at the snow. It was just after New Years. I could suggest a very high price, and I was still sgort on my rent. I don't think Jenks would kick me out but I would rather not listen to his rants about not taking a consulation fee. People come in and talk to us all the time, but decide after days of us talking to them and gathering information that they don't want our help. Or that they didn't need it in the first place. So I guess a Consulation fee is smart.
"200 and coffee?" I suggested.
Trent made a sound that sounded alot like a chuckle. I couldn't tell for sure. I haven't seen him since New Years at Carew Tower where I took down a Banshee and her out of control baby and husband. That night Trent had caught me with a demon, a Ghost and my usual parade of a living vamp and a pixie. Throw me the witch into the mix and we have just about all inderlanders accounted for. Now if we threw Trent into it then we would have all basis covered. Orgy from hell.
I laughed at that thought and Trent raised an eyebrow as he gestured me into his limo with Jonathan driving. I looked around for any hint of Quen. The man never lets Trent go anywhere without at least two people around.
"Mind I ask whats so funny Ms. Morgan?" Trent asked as he slid into the car with grace I would never have.
I couldn't help but notice how nice his pants looked on him. Tailored to a perfect fit that showed the roundness of his butt. I found myself wondering if he wore boxers or not. Could one really wear boxers under something made to fit so perfectly without ruining the line of the pants? Or did he wear nothing? That would sure keep the line of the pants. Stop it Rachel. I told myself as I relaized Trent had spoken. Not wanting to admit my mind had traveled I nodded my head. I looked up to see Jonathon and Trent starring at me like I had spouted a new head.
"What?" I asked. Looking from Trent to Jonathon who was still holding the door.
"You can shut the door Jon." He said without looking at the man. "It's rather cold outside and I believe it is starting to mess with Ms Morgan." Jonathan didn't look happy about it but he shut the door. "I asked if you mind telling me what was funny."
Thinking I had been busted about wondering what was under his pants I flushed a deep red that burned from my neck to my face and on inot my hair. I swear my hair turned three shades an darker red.
"If it was that private you not have displayed it so openly." Trent said with a hint of amusement.
I don't know why I did it except maybe his amusemen at my embarassment but I couldn't stop myself before I opened my mouth with a retort.
"I wasn't asking you but since you have to be so snide about I was wondering if you wore boxers or tighty whiteys under your pants." The moment it left my mouth I decided to back pedal. "I couldn't see a line when you sat down and I figured boxers would mess up the line in your pants so I am thinking maybe nothing at all bu-" I shut my mouth as I realized I had dug myself into a deeper hole. Ooops.
It was Trents turn to flush scarlet red. Which was very offset from his white blonde hair. He turned his head to look out the window as his posture stiffened. I watched as he struggled to over look this new insight into my brain. Stupid witch. Keep thy thoughts to thyself.
"I was asking about your laugh before we got into the car. But I am not telling you what I have or don't have under my pants." It was marely a mumble but I heard it. He was focusing very hard on the snow outside the window. But he spoke to me. Maybe it was so weird after all.
"Oh." I said. Feeling myself about ready to cry for my outburst. "I was thinking about our Inderlander Orgy over New Years." Stupid stupid witch. This keeps getting better and better.
Trent stiffened beside me and this time I didn't try to fix my slip up because I knew I would only make it worse. Great Rachel. Tell him your curious about whats under his pants and then bring up and Inderlander Orgy. That'll get the thoughts flowing.
The rest of the ride was quiet and it wasn't until we took a left that I realized we going to Trents house. Oh God. I just told the man I was curious what was under his pants and then braught up an orgy without explaining it throughly. I wish Jenks was here. Jonathon was pulling the car around to Trents personal parking before Trent turned to look at me. He gave me a once over while running a hand through his hair to make sure it was all in place. Or maybe it was because he was nervous. Hell I'm nervous. And stupid. Trent turned to look out the back window where the faint sounds of wheels on gravel turned me around as well. Just in time to see Quen get out the car and start heading for us.
"Please do not bring up what was said in here."
Trents simple request shocked me. At first anyways. I guess I wouldn't want everyone and their cousin to know someone was thinking about my underwear.
"I won't if you won't."
"Thank you Rachel." And without another word he opened the door just as Quen reached the car.
"Sa han," Quen said. "Jason has asked me t-" His words cut short when I slid out the car.
I stood just inside the car door since Trent was still blocking the way. Every set of eyes was on me and I felt like a kid who just got caught stealing. Feeling a little uneasy and a little unwelcome I shifted my mood to bitchy witch.
"Hello Jon," I nodded to him and then turned to Quen. "And a pleasure as never Quen." I swear I caught Quen smiling. There was an awkward silence.
"Jon, Quen," Trent looked at them both in turn. "I will be having tea and coffee with Ms. Morgan in my private living room. Please have everything set up and ready and then busy yourselves with your daily activities."
Quen started towards the house but Jon stayed behind. He didn't look like he wanted to leave me alone with Trent. I had the urge to put my arm around Trent just to piss Jon off but I didn't. Not yet. There was still plenty of time to piss the man off. That got me thinking about what Trent said. He wants to be left alone with me in his private living room. After I have let him into my thoughts of his underwear and orgies involving him. He must be desperate. I was still staring at Jon when Quen came to retrieve him. Apparently the man wasn't going to leave.
After the men left Trent ushered me towards the side of the house. Not where I thought we were going to be going. He led me around back in silence. Neither of us feeling the need to fill it. As we walked through the back door and into a large sitting room I couldn't help but notice that Trent had redecorated. The sight of his table made me think of the night I sat with Trent and had waffles. Those waffles were so good. My stomach made a response by growling at the thought and reminding me I haven't ate yet. Hell I had just woken up and went the the store to get food when Trent showed up. I swear the man was like Al. Always knowing when I stepped off hallow ground. Though Trent could walk on hallow ground when Al couldn't. Still. It was wierd.
Trent down at the table and motioned for me to sit at the one across from him. Still feeling bitchy I sat beside him. I heard him catch his breath and saw him stiffen but I ignored. I actually leaned a little bit to the left so it looked like I was pratically sitting on him. Sitting this close I could smell him. He smelled great and I couldn't help my smile as I sucked the freshly sweet scent of him into me. My mind started to wonder back into the bad Rachel as I started thinking about what it would be like to smell him while he was overly excerted. Shaking my head I slid my char further from him. I had made a mistake but I wasn't going to let him know that. I took the coffe closest to me and looked at Trent.
"So whats up?" I asked as I took a sip of coffee that replenished me all the way down to my core.
"Have you used the charm I sent you?"
"No," I took a shakey breath as thoughts of Kisten came flooding back. "News Years night I remembered everything without the need of a charm. So I decided to hold the charm until I needed it. Thank you. My thank you note must have got lost in the mail."
"The Pandora charm was my way of saying I am sorry." Seeing my reaction he hurried on. "As the old saying goes. I have been living in a glass house and throwing stones at you. I am sorry."
I know my mouth was open. Trent saying he is sorry for something. And he sounded like he really meant it. Damn I wish was Jenks was here to hear this. I finished off the last of my coffee and eyed Trents. His was only half gone. But before I could ask him if I could have another cup a very young woman come out the kitchen with a coffee kettle. She poured me some more and then moved to Trent. I was already working on finishing my second cup while Trent was whispering something in her ear. Before she started for the kitchen she came back to me with a smile that could brighten anyones day and poured me some more.
"I know there is something you want me to remember from the make-a-wish camp but I am not sure I want to go there yet. Kisten is still a little fresh." I told him. And then remembered there was something else I wanted to tell him. "Jasmine."
"What?"
"Jasmine. The girls name was Jasmine. I too would like to know if she lived."
"Thank you and I will check into it."
I suddenly felt very dizzy so I put my hands on the table to steady myself. When I looked up Trent was looking at me with his head tilted to one side. It reminded me of a dog questioning his owner. After a while the feeling passed and I looked back to Trent before taking another sip of coffee. Things seemed to have been moving a little slow. The sight of Trents hair blowing slightly from the vent made things low in my body tighten. The reaction made me jump. When I jumped Trent jumped and I found myself fighting to breathe.
"What are you doing to me?" Trent asked with a shocked expression that ended at his eyes. His eyes were wide with shock but the look was something all man.
"Me? Don't accuse me of this. I came to your house." Then it sunk in. "Wait. You feel it too?"
Trent nodded and said something but I didn't catch what he said. I was lost in another wave of dizziness. I don't remember standing but when the dizziness ended I was standing and starting to walk to Trent. At least thats what I think I was doing. I stopped myself mid-step. Trents hands were clenched into tight fist on the table like he was fighting something. To hide my movement I stretched. Throwing my head back to look at the door. When I brought my head back down Trent was looking at me with wide eyes that shone with something I had never seen in him before. I have seen the look but never in Trent and never at me. Kisten had used and so did Nick. Marshal had even used it a few times on me but never Trent. This wasn't happening. Whatever this was. I didn't like it.
I grabbed my coffe and took another sip. Trent seemed to think it was a wise thing to do because he followed suit. I sat back down and tried think of what was going on. I looked at my eyes to see their was no lethal magic but their was heavy magic. I turned to ask tell Trent only to stop abruptly and stand up. My mouth was hanging wide open. He was standing three freaking inches from when. When did he stand? I turned just to have my nose rub against his stomach. Before I knew I was standing but I had to throw a hand out to the table to keep me upright as the tightening low in my body came back with a vegenace, It didn't hurt. It felt great. But it wasn't right. I hated Trent didn't I?
I leaned further over the chair, putting myself closer to Trent. I took a deep breath to inhale him in once more. This time I couldn't stop myself from crawling over the chair to put my body next to Trents. I knew he would push me away but I wanted that quick feel of him against me. I wanted it so bad that I nearly cried out when I finally got it. Just as my body rested fully against his and he went as still as a tree the doors opened. Jon and Quen were standing in the door. Both looked to shocked to move or even breathe. I opened my mouth to tell them we needed help but Trents voice rumbled out first. The sound deep and husky coming from his throat.
"Get out and do not return. When I am done I will come looking for you."
"But Sa han," Jonathon started.
Quen was looking at me with a questioning gaze. I think the man knew something was up because he spoke to me.
"Ms. Morgan is everything okay?"
I wanted to scream no at him and for help but my mouth, my brain, and my body were on different wave lengths.
"Everything is fine. I am not hurting him and he is not hurting me. Please listen to him."
Quen took me at my word and turned his back. His arm coming to rest on Jons arm. Jon didn't look happy but he let Quen lead him away. When the door closed I turned my attention back to Trent. His arms had moved around my waist and I don't remeber when. I looked up into his face only to see heat and passion there. The look made things low in my body pulse with a life they have never had.
"Tell me to stop." Trent said with just a whisper that was mostly breath.
I thought about that. Did I even want him to stop? The man was a druglord and a murderer. Of course I didn't want to sleep with him. But how long have I been admiring his beauty? How long have I thought about this? For far to long. No. I didn't want him to stop. What I did with Marshal before new years was the closest to sex I had had in a long time. I wanted this. And I wanted it from Trent. No one else.
"What if I don't want you to stop."
"Then I don't want to stop."
"Don't stop."
Trents arms around me became possesive as he started kissing my neck. I leaned my head back and to the side to let him get a better angle. His kisses spread from mycollar bone to my jawline where he kissed along the edges to my lips. When our lips met I let out a low moan as I moved my hands to his shoulders. My body was pressed to his so tightly that we were molding to eachother. He had to bend to deepen the kiss. I wanted the kiss to deepen so I stood on tip toes and opened my mouth slightly. Taking the hint Trent bent down a little further just as his tongue slid softly between his lips. I was suddenly filled with the taste of him. Like a cross between the fresh outdoors and cinnomon. It was great and I moaned for more. My hands were fumbling around as I tried to pull his shirt out of his pants.
With a growl Trent leaned back and ripped his shirt out of his pants.He started undoing the buttons of his shirt but it was going to slow for me. Instead I reached out and gave the shirt a nice tug. A few buttons went flying all over the room but I lost them all when he was pressed up against me again. His hands went under my shirt to rub teasingly along my stomach. Every so often he would slip just the tips of his fingers into my pants. The motion would me writhing in his arms and moan into our kiss. It wasn't long before I couldn't stand it anymore and pulled reluctantly from our kiss. I pulled my shirt off over my head and Trents eyes roamed over my body. When he was done looking he pulled me to him and started kissing me again. This time he was leading me away from the table. I opened my eyes to see us heading for his room. I spared a thought for what Jenks would think if he knew this was happening. He wouldn't be happy. But all those thoughts got pushed to the back of my head as Trents tongue slid across mine and I closed my eyes again.
I opened my eyes once more when there was a soft thud and Trents balance was lost. We had made it to the three stairs before his room and out of the living area. He didn't let go of me as we hit the floor. Points for him. But I was so not doing it on the floor. His hands started kneeding my back in a circular motion. I pulled back from our kiss to catch my breath. Thats when I realized I was ontop of him. I was stradling Trent Kalamack. Oh Jenks was going to be pissed. But I could live with this decision. It's not like my reputation could get any worse. But his. His could go sour fast. I had to warn him.
"Trent not here. Not on the floor." That seemed to have got his attention. He stopeed what he was doing.
"I would never do that to you Ms. Morgan. I have some respect. You're not some whore to be taken on the floor."
As quick as I am jumped in bed with Trent Kalamack I was questioning that theory but I didn't say anything. I was glad he wouldn't take me on the floor. Then I wouldn't only feel like a whore but I'd feel like a cheap whore. I started laughing just as Trents hand slid between my legs and started rubbing me through my pants. The man stopped and istantly went stiff. Sensing his uneasy I looked down at him and controled my laughter.
"Why did you stop?"
"You started laughing. I thought I was doing something wrong."
"I was laughing about the whore thing. How your fiance thought I was a hired whore."
We were both laughing but I noticed he hadn't put his hands back on me. I cocked my head a little in question.
"Don't laugh but I don't get to do this much." He said as he stopped laughing.
"Much? As in a month? A week? A year?"
"Ever." He said as he looked away. "You ruined my wedding and she was the first Elf I found that was still of an old family. She held out until after the marriage. Which never came thanks to someone."
"Oh." That was all I could say.
"I mean I have done things before but I have never had sex. The actual action is new to me."
"Do you want to stop." I asked. Remembering there was some reason I had stopped to begin with.
"No." He said quickly. Then seemed to gather himself again. "Unless you want to stop."
"No. Not really but I must warn you. I am shunned. If this got out you could be too."
He seemed to stop to think about that. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut until this was over. Now if he stopped I would forever be wanting to know what I missed. Did I just think that? Am I really let down if I can't sleep with Trent.?
"Rachel your shunning was stupid. You are not a black witch. You have done some black stuff but like Al said, it was for your life. Not personal gain."
I was overwhelmed. He knew I was shunned and he didn't care. He wanted to sleep with me. I couldn't help myself when I started undoing his pants and kissing him again. He carefully picked us up off the floor and carried us to his bed. By the time we actually made it to the bed we were both down to our undies. And my question was answered. He wears boxer briefs. A mix. How nice. They looked really great on him. I was still in my matching bra and panty set. I was on my back where Trent had all but tossed me onto his bed. He was kissing up my leg. He had started by my knee but was almost to my inner-thighs. I was trying hard to keep control of myself but my reaction was to keep my legs closed. I knew if I told Trent no he would stop. The problem was I didn't want to say no.
Trents hands came over my legs and to the top of my underwear. I shivered and spread my legs a little as his fingers slid inside the top of them and started pulling them down. His head was still between my legs and I opened my eyes to look down at him as my panties were pulled free of my feet and tossed aside. His hair was messy and his face red. I could smell his scent getting stronger the further we got. Looks like I was going to have question number two answered as well. I was so lost in my thoughts that I nearly screamed aloud when Trents tongue slid smoothly along the tender flesh protecting my core.
"Glad I have your attention again. Don't get ahead of me Ms. Morgan. I am going to do this at my pace."
I couldn't say anything so instead I nodded. Trent seemed to like that answer so he continued. This time he used his hands to spread my legs more before continuing his licks across me. My hips started to rock in motion to his licks and each lick dove deeper and deeper and even closer to my core. Soft moans were escaping my mouth before he finally licked my core and I sat up right to grab a hand full of his hair. A scream tore from my lips as I felt my self explode with my climax. My hands were still grabing Trents hair. I hadn't pulled yet and he hadn't stopped. He kept licking and it felt like wave after wave of pleasure were coming all at once. I pulled his hair and Trent let out a growl against my most sensative parts. Causing my to shake violently as I called out to him.
"Oh God Trent you have to stop I can't take it anymore." I was moaning and he was still licking.
He pulled away just when I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure. I was still writhing around on his bed and I could feel myself leaking everywhere but it flet so good. Every move felt like a tiny climax and I was smiling as I was lost in pleasure. Trent didn't wait for me to regain control of my body. He slid out of his underwear and my eyes grew wide. He was very well endowed. Enough so that it kinda scared me. I was ready to say no but as I tore my gaze from between his legs to his eyes my resistance died. His eyes held a need that was only for me to fill. If I left him like this he would never be so bold again. I didn't want to hurt Trent. So depsite what pain I might go into I will give him this much.
I laid back on the bed and grabbed two handfulls of the sheets. My legs were already spread and I felt Trent Climb on top of me. He weight pressed ontop of me before I felt the end of him against my opening. I opened my legs a little wider for him. I was scared at the same time as being eager. This what I lived my life by. I felt him slip inot me and with a relieved sigh I realized it didn't hurt. He had gotten me ready. He knew his size. This was why he hadn't gotten to the action. Women probly ran from such a size. But I liked the pain. I liked the fear. It was all me. When he hadn't moved I rocked my hips against him and his breath hissed out from him.
"Don't." He said. His hands holding my hips firmly in place. "I want to do this and I am sure how much longer I will last. I don't want it to be too soon."
Oh my God. The man just gave me more climaxs in an hour than I have had in my life and he is worried about going to soon. He listens to way too many cliches. But I didn't say anything. He wanted to do this his way and I was going to impose. Instead I just nodded my head and moaned for him to continue.
He had just started moving himself in and out of me when I found myself screaming his name. The louder I screamed the harder and deeper he would thrust himself. My fingers were making nice lines down his back. I could feel the skin start to welt under my hands. But he didn't slow down or let up any. His rythem broke and he started moaning with me. His fingers digging into my hips as I started to grind myself against him. I wanted more. I wanted him go harder and faster and I couldn't get enough. The tip of him was hitting my depth hard and I knew this shuld have been hurting but I was at that place where pain was pleasure. I screamed his name on last time as he hit me harder and deeper than ever. So hard and deep that I knew I would be bleeding. He collapsed on top of me and I drifted off into darkness.

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I woke to an aching body. I opened my eyes to find myself not in my Church. I tensed and reached out to tap a line. The energy surged into me and felt relief at its tugging. The line was close. I spindled some energy incase I would need it. I decided to roll over and get a good look at the room to figure out where I was. Thats when I noticed I was being held down and I could hear someone else breathing. I knew where I was and what happened. I looked around for a clock. Not wanting to wake Trent up. I found the clock hanging above his dresser and according to it I have been gone for 8 hours. Not good. Jenks and Ivy were going to be worried sick. They were going to be pissed.
I eased myself from under Trents arm and got dressed. I was halfway across his room towards the door when I heard him speak.
"You're going to need someone to drive you back Ms. Morgan."
"Oh yeah." Stupid stupid witch.
I turned back to Trent. His hair was a mess and I wondered what mine looked like. I started walking back towards him when I felt something slide down my leg. I wiped it away just as Trent turned on his bed side lamp. There was a softball sized blood stain on the bed where I had been lying. I looked at my hand to see I had wiped blood off my leg. Oh this was so not good.
"Did I hurt you?" Trent asked with honest concern in his voice.
"Not as bad as it looks." I will heal. Though I'll need a pain amulet, I added mentaly.
Trent was still looking at the blood on the bed and at the blood on me. I guess it did look pretty bad. Not wanting him ashamed of himself I went to sit on his side of the bed. I still wasn't a hundred percent comfortable with him but this I could do.
"Earlier was great Trent. And though it looks bad it was the best I have had in a long time." More like best ever but I won't admit that to him. "I have to go though. Ivy, and Jenks are going to be worried sick. I went out shopping and now they don't know where I am."
"I understand. I will have Quen drive you home. I will ensure they speak to no one of this."
"Thank you Trent." Not knowing what else to do or say I kissed him on the cheek.
Before I could pull back all the way from the kiss Trent had his hands in my hair and was pulling me back against him. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and I closed my eyes and eased into him. The kiss ended as there was a knock on the door.
"The car is ready, Sa han." Quen voice called out, muffled through the door.
I gave Trent a bunny eared kiss kiss before opening the door and following Quen out. Nothing was said the whole ride to my church and walked up the stairs waiting for the worst from Ivy and Jenks. I slept with Trent Kalamack. I deserved them shunning me as well.