Hazel - Homecoming

Hazel rolled to the side of the bed, out of breath, sweat drying sticky on her tanned skin. She looked up towards her ceiling, watching the way the waxy vines continued to creep out through the open window while large dripping blossoms breathed upon the vine. A faint dusting of nectar had settled all across her room, coating her dresser and reading chair with gold dust. Pushing her hair from her face, she sucked in a deep breath, laughing a bit.

“I will have to get out the pruning shears,” she commented.  This was not the first time plants had sprouted after intimacy, but it normally was not this expansive.

“Your ceiling looks like a jungle,” Night said from her side.  A hand reached out, tracing down between her breasts to settle on her belly.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it like that before.”

“It’s been awhile,” Hazel grinned. Turning her head on the pillow, she looked at her lover, her own eyes black still with desire. “Welcome home.”

“It was quite the welcoming,” they laughed.

Hazel hadn’t said a word as they walked through the front door of the apothecary. Instead, she had rushed to them, jumping into their arms and pressing her lips to theirs. While she had an entire meal awaiting them and soft candlelight flickering for a romantic evening, it had all gone out the window the second she had seen them. 

“I did make soup,” she offered. “And muffins. A few pies too.” And by a few she meant there was a half a dozen cooling in the kitchen.

Night laughed, rolling over to gather her in their arms.  “We can eat it all when I can feel my limbs again.”

Hazel’s eyes widened. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. It just was that good.”

She settled a little then, content in the knowledge that she had made them go non-verbal and loose. Her own body was still buzzing with their union but that had more to do with the magic still thrumming through her.  With the edge of her foot, she kicked up the quilt, pulling it up and over them. The night breeze trickled in front the window and the wisps sang sweetly in their tree. 

“I’m sorry for attacking you,” she blushed. “It really wasn’t my intention. I just saw you and thought to myself that I might die if I spent another second without your lips on mine.” Ducking her head, she nuzzled against their neck. “And I missed the taste of you.”

“I am never going to complain about that, Hazel. We are just going to need to invest in some shears when I take long trips.  Or hire a gardener. I don’t know how much more the house can handle this.” As if on cue, the house itself groaned.

At that, Hazel perked up though and Night had to wonder how she could have so much energy. “Oh, we could have sex in the back field next time. I’ve been meaning to get out there and plant.  It would be kind of sweet to have an entire grove created from our lovemaking.” She could already see it. Lush and verdant green trees. A field of white daisies and sweet smelling honeysuckle. She could create a small bed of moss out there to lay on and perhaps put a bench or two there. 

“You are planning our sex grove, aren’t you.”

Her eyes widened and, if possible, her blush grew deeper. “Maybe.”

They laughed loudly, rolling her into their arms before settling her on top of them. Hazel’s legs fell on either side of their hips.  “It would be pretty,” she protested. “And a wonderful symbol of us.  You know that sex magic is the most potent magic out there, right?”

“I did not.”

Hazel rolled her hips against them. “Oh, yes. People think it’s blood, but really, sex is one of the most dangerous components of any ritual.  I bet those plants would last for years to come. In fact, we could make a ritual of it all on its own. Go out there once a month. Make love under the full moon. And with you being the Night Market, I’m sure it would be even more potent.”

“You’re serious.”

“Yes,” she began bouncing a little, the slick from her thighs rubbing against their skin. “The plants and our love would protect our home. We could train the trees. Keep some chickens back there.  It would be the start of something new. In fact, we could build our home back there.”

“I don’t know how I feel about inviting people to the palace we literally created with sex.”

Hazel actually hadn’t thought of that. “Okay, so we maybe don’t have our home home there. It could be our private home, but our entertaining home would still be here. We could maybe make a bridge between the two and…”

Night surged up, stopping them by pressing their lips to hers.  Hazel groaned wantonly, her tongue slipping out to taste the seam of their lips.  Above them, the flowers pulsed.  Feeling the heat in her belly begin to grow again, Hazel breathed deeply.  

When they pulled away, Night’s eyes were equally dark.  “Would you like me to demonstrate some more magic to you?” Hazel asked coyly.

Night swallowed, kneading the swell of her hips. “You know, maybe we should. I don’t think I was paying the appropriate amount of attention last time.” Hazel’s laughter filled the air as Night flipped her, hitching her hips up high, her legs wrapping around Night's own. “And I am an eager student,” they grinned.

“I always did say that learning was incredibly important.”

The vines came down around them as their bodies began to move together, cocooning them from the wisps prying eyes. Soft moans filled the room as hitching breaths made small blossoms of pink and gold wake upon the vine. And as the heat frose from their intertwined bodies, outside, little hills formed, coated in lilac, the stocks of which were reaching for the house.  Anyone that walked by would think the garden witch at the end of the lane, was up to not good again.

Yet, the reality was far from the truth. Though, Hazel wasn’t too keen on correcting the rumor. Not just yet, at least. Right now, she had other plans.