Low.
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Prologue
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Jensen entered the Magic Shop and began to look around. He recognised a lot of it as stuff that Low used all the time.
He thought back to when his own powers had begun to appear and how alone he had felt. He hadn't known places like this even existed.
Low had been assigned to risk assess him, way back then. No one could have foreseen that the two of them would fall in love. But they had, and they weathered everything the world had thrown at them since.
Jensen spotted what he'd come in for. It looked like a simple heart-shaped pendant, but appearances were deceiving.
He picked it up and ventured up to the counter.
The elderly woman behind the counter looked up and smiled.
"Know what that is, young man?" She asked. Laughter seemed to be in her eyes. Jensen wasn't upset; he knew that he looked too all-American for this kind of stuff. People underestimated him all the time.
"I give it to the one I love and it beats in time with my own." He answered and was rewarded with a bigger smile.
"Traditionally given to brides, in fact." She countered.
Jensen nodded and couldn't stop beaming. His wedding day to Low and the prospect of spending their lives together filled him with happiness.
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Low ran a hand through her short and spiky purple hair and tried to repress the feeling of anxiety.
The whole rental apartment was dark and far too quiet. Her boyfriend usually occupied this space with the sounds of his music or DVD collection.
"Jensen?" She called out, calling a combat spell to hand as she did so.
She told herself that Jensen could take care of himself. Not only did he take care of his strong athletic body but he'd been growing stronger with his telekinetic power too.
Still, she was nervous. Her own talents as a witch and a seer sometimes meant that she was a target for all kinds of wickedness; she didn't want Jensen to pay for her deeds.
Low stopped and sent out a wave of sensory power.
Nothing indicated that she was in any danger, but there were some strange flickers of magic drifting down the hall.
There appeared to be a glow coming towards her out of the darkness.
Its course was too slow and fluttery for Low to read it as an attack, so she let it approach, but maintained a ready stance.
It was a butterfly, shaped out of flame!
The improbable creature flitted round her head until a dozen, or so more, all dancing about and filling the space with light joined it.
Low smiled at the amazing sight. She extended her hand and one of her guides settled on her finger.
She could feel its warmth but there was no pain so she took time to inspect its design.
It was beautiful.
Intrigued, she ambled down the hall after the bright little things.
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She entered the small living room and her fiery friends alighted on the dozen candles around the room.
Her eyes were drawn to the table in the centre. Perfectly sculpted out of bubbling champagne was a flawless rose.
On looking closer she could see the effervescing bubbles bounce up the stem and burst in the transparent petals.
She was so transfixed by the way the liquid flower radiated in the candlelight that she did not notice Jensen appear behind her.
"Will you marry me?" He whispered gently into her ear.
Low turned around slowly, her mouth open in astonishment. She could not believe that Jensen was able to do all this.
"Yes." She sighed as he took her into his arms, and she knew that she never wanted to leave them.
He gently caressed her back as he lowered his lips to her earlobe.
"Mmmmmmm" She moaned as he nibbled her ear in just the way she liked.
His arms made her feel so safe and she tingled as she basked in his warmth, savouring his smell, manly but clean.
Now he tilted her head up towards his lips. Jensen kissed her softly as he pulled her down to the floor.
"I love you, Low." He breathed against her cheek as he began to unfasten her blouse
Low shivered. For all the wild times that she and Jensen had shared this is what she craved most, Jensen making love to her, sweet and perfectly.
"Ahhhhhh" She groaned with pleasure when she felt his mouth playfully nipping at her nipples then kissing the pain away.
"Damn, you're beautiful..." Jensen sighed, resting on an elbow to drink in an image of her in the glow.
"Jensen..." Low growled deeply as she tugged at his shirt.
Once he was topless she couldn't resist running her hands down his tanned arms, over the soft skin and muscles to where golden hair spread down to his wrists.
She took his hands and pulled them around her as she began work to open his belt and drop his pants to the floor.
Lighter than touch, Jensen unfastened the zip of her skirt and let it fall away.
Low grabbed Jensen's ass, stroking and pulling it towards her. She loved the feel of the worn cotton and his strength hidden beneath.
"I love you..." She whispered, as he guided her to the floor.
He began to sing her sweet nothings as two gentle fingertips played over the fabric of her panties and then slipped down to rub at her clit.
She arched her back at his physical touch but groaned as he psychically caressed her sensitive breasts.
"I need ...you..." She moaned, shifting and parting her legs.
Jensen knelt up, his telekinetic power all over her, warm and soothing, massaging and arousing all at once.
Opening her eyes with difficulty Low watched as he pushed his boxers to his knees, and she growled her appreciation. She was aching for him to enter her.
"Please..."
Jensen smiled.
"Anything....for you..." He promised as he carefully positioned the head of his cock and let their two bodies meld together.
"Mmmmmm" She sighed as his inches filled her and he slowly began to rock them back and forth.
She trailed her fingers over his back and to his narrow waist and down to his flexing ass.
His kiss, his sweet lips pulled her from the world, there was nothing else, just the sensation of his body on hers. She shivered as she felt his torso slowly rise and fall with each delicious thrust against her.
Deliberate, invisible pressure could be felt, on her buttocks, her feet, her neck and her ear lobes, like the warm air itself was kissing and adoring her.
Jensen always put Low's satisfaction before his own and used every trick he possessed to bring her body to the height of pleasure.
"aaaaaaaaah" Low uttered, as waves of ecstasy began to flow and ebb throughout her entire nervous system.
Her hands were cradling him as he moved above her. She moved her hips in time with his, seeking the climax, trying to cling on to it as long as possible.
"Ah ah ah..." She groaned. "Aaaah....mmm...."
She came hard.
A little while after, she was gazing at him with devotion in her eyes, caressing his soft skin on his strong arms.
"I love you..." Jensen whispered as he resumed his thrusts between her thighs. He locked his eyes on hers as he sought his own relief.
"Ugh...oh god..."He growled as Low grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, deeper into her. "........." He mouthed as he shot his load inside the woman who he was going to marry.
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A week later
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Jensen sat in the bar with several of his mates, waiting for the live act to begin. The bassist was another friend of his and the night looked set to be a good one.
Low was out there somewhere, having had a vision of some supernatural wickedness that needed her attention.
She'd promised to show up as soon as possible but Jensen missed her presence nonetheless. He was very aware that most of the guys were very coupled up.
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"I've come to give you a hand with those." A woman said, indicating the round of drinks Jensen had just ordered.
"Thanks." He smiled.
He started to chat with the woman. He hadn't caught her name in the noise but he had the vague impression that she'd come in with Pat and Debbie.
She seemed somewhat familiar but he couldn't place her. The woman was some years old than most of the other patrons. She was also rather overdressed for the bar, which was a scruffy indie/rock kind of place.
Still if she was feeling uncomfortable in her nice top and skirt it didn't show. Those strapped up shoes definitely required a certain amount of confidence in their wearer.
"Looking forward to the band?" He asked her as they made their way back to the tables.
"Dunno. It's not really my kind of scene." She answered with a shrug. "Still it might be fun when it gets darker and people start to move together...getting sweaty..."
Jensen realised that her hand was now on his bare knee. He looked at her, trying to interpret her signals. Instinctively he checked her out before he could check himself. She was hot; there was no denying it.
Her hand had moved up now, up the leg of his combat shorts and he could feel her fingers tracing a pattern on the skin of his inner thigh.
"I'm sorry. I've got a girlfriend." He said to her gently. "A fiancée actually. We're going to get married."
"Oh." She said, retracting her hand. "Congratulations."
That seemed to kill the conversation and shortly afterwards the mystery woman got up to talk to a bunch of men towards the back.
They certainly seemed to appreciate her arrival. Jensen could see them blatantly ogling her buxom front and peering round to see her behind.
A few seconds later Jensen had forgotten about her, as he began talking to a buddy about his van and whether it would be big enough to offer the drummer and his kit a ride home.
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Low still hadn't turned up but Jensen had had a good time regardless. The beer had certainly been flowing and the music loud.
Right now he'd gone to find a quiet space backstage. He wanted to call Low and find out when she was likely to appear. He wanted to hold her as they listened to the headlining act.
"Hello again." A voice called out.
Jensen turned to look down the poorly lit and almost deserted corridor.
It was the lady from earlier.
"Hey." He said.
