The thought alone is killing me [Jacob]

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

With Jacob’s agreement Maharet went into the bathroom turning on the shower tap to cold. Most were fond of cold showers but Maggie was, especially when her body was running as hot as it had been from the moment she stepped into the room. Cold showers were also far more rejuvenating to her. Sticking her hand under the stream of running water she checked the temperature. It felt like dozens of icicles piercing her palm, perfect in other words. Dropping the sheet that she had around her body Maharet stepped into the shower, flinching at the drastic change in temperature. The cold sent harsh prickles down her back, but rather than shying away from it Maharet’s eyes closed and her head tilted back so that the water hit her face.

After a little bit of just enjoying the freezing temperature against her skin, Maharet ran her hands over her body scrubbing herself down despite there not being any soap to help with the process. Even if there had been she was far too spoiled to just use any old product on her body. She wasn’t sure how long she had been in the shower but when she started to shiver Maharet decided that it was time that she get out. Jacob wasn’t back yet and she doubted he would want to wait around for her to finish her indulgence in the shower. Snagging one of the towels off the rack Maharet dried herself off. Hearing the rapid knock Maggie wrapped the towel around her, grabbed another and brushed her hair to one side with her fingers, towel drying it.

A bright smile adorned her lips seeing Jacob with all the food. She was quite hungry herself. Maggie hadn’t realized it until she caught a whiff of the savory scents coming from the food that Jacob had brought with him. She finished up towel drying her hair and draped the damp towel over one of the chairs, before cleaning all the books off of the table so Jacob could sit the tray down. “Everything smells delicious.” Maharet commented absently moving pile after pile onto the scuffed up wood floors. The Hog’s Head could definitely stand to be revamped.

She did wonder what had taken him so long though. The shower hadn’t exactly been a short one. Her body was even cold to the touch now having been in long enough for the temperature to seep underneath her skin. “You didn’t have any trouble, did you?” The thought that Jacob possibly had run into trouble amused her slightly. Either that or his mind was too preoccupied to make good time. Whatever the case it was still amusing to her.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob honestly had no way of knowing how to get food here, but he had managed somehow to get a tray back up here with everything he desired. Not even mentioning how he had acquired it or where it had come from, as was the usual custom when someone needed to know how to acquire such great food at a low price. Then again he was too hungry to care or even bother coming up with a clever reply to Maharet, although all she had said was had he gotten lost. That was enough for him to brood over for a moment, but let his guard stay down for the time being. Any jabs Maharet tossed at him would be discarded for what he could remind her of.

After all, their lives were obviously no longer a secret to one another and Maharet had the privilege of entering his mind again once she regained her strength along with him. As magic usually did leave one rather hungry and weary after that long practice session they had. It wears your mind down too, save for the few brain cells that were active enough to register that Maharet was almost undressed, but he kept himself at a proper distance. Jacob had at least been raised partially as a noble almost thanks to his sister's modeling career as well as her singing. Amusing as that may seem, he wasn't all too sure on what to expect from Maharet anymore.

Surprising him by blocking out all her thoughts right after he had knocked her out of his mind brought on a new onslaught of ideas that he wished to try out on the poor defenseless Ravenclaw. Jacob was actually conspiring to use it on her while she was eating, but figured her retaliation would be rather brutal. Inflicting greater feelings within him that he never knew existed soon spoke up that it was rather selfish of him to even be thinking of her in such a way. That he was betraying Olivia as his mind flickered with unreadable emotions that seemed to pass in waves, and then he settled on just having Maharet as his own until he saw fit to discard her.

Of course right now she was actually being useful, but what would happen after this? After all he still hung out with Zmeyette at times too, but she never really got that far into his memories since that was the main one he wanted to leave out completely. Sighing softly he soon took the tray off of his and the smell of meat and potatoes came off of it. Yet they were richer and looked more like a steamy omelet mixed together. Jacob didn't have a name for it, but he knew that it tasted great as he started to eat, chewing his food properly in front of Maharet. Obviously not being raised in a barn had it's promises.

"No, I never get lost here, it was just hard deciding what to find to eat," he merely commented, considering they did have quite the selection on their menu.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Although the notion to get dressed did cross her mind it wasn’t a priority. The towel was enough to be decent, not that it was a major concern of hers either. However, after the table was cleared and Jacob sat down to eat Maharet did decide that it would be best to get dressed. Finding where all they had discarded her clothes was the problem, each item had been tossed carelessly and as she was gathering them she heard Jacob’s reply. “So you went with two of everything they had?” She shook her head laughing. At least there was a variety to choose from and she still didn’t know what was under her main tray yet.

Maharet disappeared into the bathroom to put her clothes back on, pushing the sleeves of her cashmere shirt up to the elbow before exited to re-join Jacob. Slipping daintily into the seat opposite him Maggie took off the top of her tray to see a steaming bowl of Butternut Squash soup underneath. It was by far her favourite dish. It seemed unlikely that Jacob would remember such a thing as it was far too trivial and before now he had no use in knowing, so it must have been some form of magic. Tucking the damp strands of her hair behind her ear she smiled over at him. Whether he had done it on purpose or not Maharet was still thankful for his foresight.

Maybe she would have to give him a little more credit, not all brawn it seemed despite popular belief. Taking up the spoon that lay on the side of her tray she dipped in into the soup taking a small bite, relishing in the delicious flavours that coated her tongue. Conversation was usually the norm when it came to sharing a meal. It wasn’t something that Maharet entertained when it came to Jacob previously. Usually whenever they ate in the same room Persephone was with them and ignoring in favour of talking with Persephone had been easy. With just the two of them though… Having an actual conversation with him that didn’t involve bantering or insulting one another was foreign territory.

“Why do you keep that side of you locked up?” Maharet questioned, spewing out the first thing that had popped into her mind. Her curiosity needed to be satisfied. The obvious reason of course would have been so he didn’t hurt too many people, or maybe it was so that he didn’t lose himself to the darker side, but neither were good enough excuses when Jacob was the way that he was. He thrived on inciting fear in others and the best way to do so was to be uninhibited. Yet Jacob restrained himself more than Maggie had ever known.

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Jacob had to revel in the meal he had got himself, but he didn't know much about the wizarding world's food. Just that he loved the taste of most of it when it wasn't made by the house elves or such fodder as their kind. In fact, Jacob had made it his own personal goal to stop house elves from even being able to actually be near him without groveling at his feet. Realizing he had to actually put on a facade around some of them to pretend he liked the fact they cooked at Hogwarts still. One day a new headmaster would come in that would have some certain sense about them to get rid of the house elves to just make them do manual slave labor like in the old days.

Back when house elves were actually all slaves, but he considered that to be the wrong terminology right then. Silence wasn't the best forte for Jacob to practice as he ate, but he was already used to how she ignored him. Not even realizing she had been looking at him this whole time almost, but he decided it would be best to actually listen to her instead of ignoring for a change. Keeping in mind that she had actually smiled at the soup she had gotten, and memorized that it was one of her favorites. Not wanting to seem like an indecent host, he just kept his lips sealed tight for a moment. It was almost difficult for him to answer her question. Pondering for a moment how he should go about it.

There really was no right answer he could give without making up some lame excuse and he knew better than to be too honest with her. It would just lead her to get mad, but he had to state what his fear was. "I'm afraid if I let it loose, too many people who are my friends would get hurt too. Not that I personally care what happens to them in general, but I'm afraid if I let it go uninhibited I would have to leave the school for reasons that can't be controlled. Like the attack on Hugo, sure I broke his arm, but I wanted to do so much more...it felt...great to be able to let loose...I want to do sooo much more here, he admitted to her.

Finally she had seen that evil glint in his eyes that made him so scary, and the same powerful version of him she had seen in his mind was now coming to life more and more. Of course, he was still keeping himself in check right now since he really had no reason to get angry at her for asking such a question. The malice that was held within him wanted to tear every mud-blood and blood traitor limb from limb, until he finally looked towards her. "I know you're attracted to power, but would you really wanting me to act like more of a tyrant and getting my wand stolen from me after getting expelled? I have to keep up this act until I'm out, then things will change," he admitted, his voice sounding rather vicious as he said the last part.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Fear; it was such a powerful motivator. She didn’t fully believe that Jacob didn’t care what happened to his friends. Olivia was a friend to him after all and based on what she had seen and felt about her through him, he would have cared if he hurt her. Her father would have said that it was a weakness to care about a person enough to be upset about hurting them, but Maharet wasn’t entirely sure that she agreed with that. Wasn’t it true that some emotion could make you more powerful? Hadn’t that been Lord Voldemort’s key mistake?

As for Hugo she thought that so much more should have been done to him. All Jacob had to do was cover his tracks better. Rage could easily be balanced with concealment after the fact. He just needed to be able to let a calm pass over him after his fury had been satisfied in order to cover his tracks. The thought of him being kicked out of school for letting himself go wasn’t something that Maharet wanted to entertain. There was more that needed to be done at Hogwarts and since he was Olivia’s right hand man it would be necessary for him to still be in school. She kept her mouth shut on the matter though, taking his answer to be acceptable.

The mention of the evil within him seemed to beckon it forth a little bit. Maharet set that to mind for latter use watching as his face became animated with wickedness. “No,” She stated coolly, undisturbed by the harsh tone that he used. It wasn’t directed at her, at least Maggie didn’t think it was. “What I do want is for you to be a little more open with your true self, let him out to play on occasion. Preferably when I’m in a position to watch.” Jacob had said it himself she was attracted to power. Seeing him unleash just a hint of that side on some unsuspected person would make her a very happy woman.

Potentially putting another human being in harms way with this request didn’t bother her at all. Maharet wasn’t a nice person, she didn’t feel bad or guilty about others being hurt unless she cared about that particular person, but they were few and far between. For some reason Jacob was one of the few that Maharet did care about. She had realized this when she thought about the consequences that he had to pay for his slip up compliments of Olivia. Maharet turned back to her soup pushing that thought out of her mind, casually awaiting, though internally anticipating, Jacob’s reply.

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Jacob had to be careful with his reply considering one wrong move would have him thrown out of the room faster than he could say 'cut the cheese', but that was an odd thing to even think about. Such a dumb saying from his stand-point, but he was going to revert to muggle-ways cause of her. Oh no, in fact he had been thriving to release his powerful ego for a while, and his short temper no doubt helped him get a good load of his anger out. Even on unsuspecting students, he wanted to maul and terrorize more than ever. Even if she had unlocked the deeper, darker part of him that had been welled up so well behind his main emotions. Noticing that Maharet's body seemed to tingle a little or it was just his imagination when he had used his hands on her earlier.

It almost made him want to dive into her mind right away to actually gain a foothold on the grasp of how much power she was actually restraining herself. Not having really felt much, but in her own mentality she was indeed worth being his rival. Seeing her with a new light was what he needed to wake himself up out of that powerless coma. The intense energy he had coursing through his fiber required sustenance to actually even be able to sustain that spell for a long period of time. Having quenched his thirst as his throat had gone dry, he soon looked towards her eyes. So, if she was looking for a straight, honest, answer, she was about to get one. Not holding back as he spoke, his tone no longer harsh finally realizing what she wanted, he lost his edge.

Residing to his usual, calm, obnoxious nature, and finally finding out what she was doing this for. "Ah, that's what this is for, well, I could let it go unchecked at certain given moments, whether your present or not is really not up to you. Considering we could bump into each other and I focus on my range on a nearby house-mate, I doubt that would fly over well. Although I'm sure I wouldn't be restrained if it was a blood traitor or mud-blood, I'd just have to...cover my tracks," he said to her, eyes glinting with a raptor-like gaze. Making him think of all the possibilties with her on his side as well, but he knew she'd feign that he was just being a horrible bully. Surely, he could just make it look like an accident, and she already knew about the fact that he had done some misdeeds already. Taking things a step further didn't seem all that bad to him.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Getting straight answers from Jacob in the past had been nearly impossible, just about as impossible as it had been for her to give him a straight answer. Maharet couldn’t claim that she missed him stonewalling her all the time, but it was odd to be honest with him. With everything that he had seen so far though it seemed a bit pointless to skirt around issues so that neither would have more of an advantage on the other. It was tedious work censoring what you said all the time. Maharet just wasn’t an overly trusting person, even if, for the most part, Jacob was trust worthy. Honesty had been something that Maggie only used in small doses, yet she wanted it from him.

He seemed to be taking his time, most likely thinking over what to say. What was there to say really? Maharet felt that Jacob wanted the same thing too, but his previous worries were still valid and probably a contributing factor in his decision. The likelihood of whether she would be around for any of his outbursts were slim considering they couldn’t be seen together, but there were always ways around it. Such as Maggie instigating his anger when she was around to set him loose on someone. There were other possibilities as well. She had said preferably though, which left it open for more opportunities. Something crossed her mind. There might even be a way for her to kill two birds with one stone, if Jacob would be willing to, and if not then, if she could manipulate him to. Would that violate their truce though? Maharet set it aside for later musing.

“That isn’t what all this is for.” She denied. It was just a bonus. Maharet wanted him around just because, not to use him, though she obviously wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass her by, being an opportunist. After all the years that they had known each other it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Jacob would think that she had ulterior motives going into a, as best as it could be described, relationship with him. And he wasn’t wrong. Maggie had approached him that day at the lake with that precise intention. Now it was more than that. It was possible that Maharet even liked him, as a friend, and a lover, anything further she even denied herself from awarding it any merit. “You could use some coaching on covering your tracks.” Maharet added a moment later not wanting to dwell on her previous statement. “I mean you completely neglected that whole Theia situation.” Bringing that up probably wasn’t the best move but it did give her opinion backing.

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Jacob was starting to realize that there was indeed an ulterior motive to what she wanted, but he was very fully aware of her bringing up anything involving his past. Surely, he really didn't care about covering his tracks in the least, but he had to pretend to actually care for a change. Whatever it was that caused him to actually care about Maharet, he found it was just lust he really did like her, but this was just for his own benefit in the long run. Once he was done with her, and discarded her like he did Zmeyette, as well as Blythe, well that was it. Back to their old rivalry and the truce they had initiated would start up again. Maharet hadn't really broken him, more or less fixed him of his current dark nature that he was afraid to release.

Even hurting his friends didn't really bother him anymore at all, and now he was glancing over her form, curious as to what would happen if he let his rage go unchecked with her. Maharet probably wouldn't fight back at all if he attempted to snap her neck, but he was just as gentle as ever when he had been holding her. During their rough, passionate moments, he had let loose and not wanted to hold anything back just to show her what he was capable of. Sure, his emotions weren't in the way anymore as he had shunned them off again, cold as ever, and now seeming like a heart-less killing machine.

Not putting much thought into his answer, but she had indeed hit a nerve when she said that. Jacob knew that Maharet didn't know fully well about that encounter, however, in that case he had let his anger took over. If he had wanted to he could have easily crucio'd Theia and caused immense pain to his extreme pleasure. "Well, I suppose I could use some help in that, but I just forgot to use Obliviate in that case, the best way I know to cover my tracks," he admitted, and now she knew about his hidden potential too. Obviously having altered Hugo's memory to forget it, and he could have easily done that to Maharet this whole time he had been with her.

Something Jacob knew that she might keep in mind in case she needed someone who was an expert at memory modification, but he really wasn't -that- great, just having practice it on his own most of the time down in the dungeons on willing first years that had no memories to begin with. It was fun to tease them and taunt them at least most of those Slytherin's had been gullible. It really didn't matter how he had done it, but he wasn't too terribly skilled to say he could complete erase someone's mind. "So, how on Earth would you suggest I cover my tracks better?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow finishing off his food.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Previously, Maharet hadn’t been aware that Jacob was good enough with Obliviate to rely on it. It was useful knowledge really. Whenever there was a problem that she needed to take care of Maggie went for subtly rather than physical violence. Half the time the opponents that she was up against were stronger than she was. Not that she was an overly small girl, taller than the majority at Hogwarts, but that didn’t mean she was physically powerful either. Rage did play a part in a person’s strength and she did keep all that bottled up to avoid lashing out on a person, resorting to fantasizing about a given person’s pain rather than inflicted it, until the time came when she was in a better position to make them pay for their mistakes.

“I don’t see anything wrong with the method you currently have. Just when you do become savage condition yourself to reel yourself back in, have better control of it, so you can cover your tracks.” That was, like learning Occulmency, going to take practice. It would also be best for him to have someone around that could help him cage the beast, so to speak. Maharet wondered if that was something that he would allow Olivia to do. Now that she thought about it she didn’t really know what their relationship was even like. Before there had been no want or reason to know but it was relevant now. Did Jacob have to be some perfect person for her or was it allowed for him to still be in the learning process and ask for her help with some things? Would Olivia find him weak for it?

“There are of course better ways of covering ones tracks, but when it comes to hurting a person with your own hands you’re going to have to either alter their memories.” There was the option of drinking Polyjuice Potion so Jacob didn’t look like himself and then discretion wasn’t necessary, but that would only benefit him if he intended to implicate someone else. That didn’t seem in order for random acts of violence, but it was something to keep in mind for future use. Perhaps keeping a brew on hand would be a good idea. Maggie made a mental note to start the process for it. There was no telling what she, or any of Olivia’s other followers, might need in a month’s time.

She stayed quiet while she was finishing up her soup. In the meantime going over the ingredients that she would need. The majority of which Maggie already had, the bloomslang skin would need to be gotten, but it didn’t need to be done immediately. Finding a place to brew it would be a bit of a challenge. Hardly anyone was afraid of Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom anymore. The Room of Requirement would be the best bet, as only she would know the specifics of what room she needed to desire. That could work, Maharet decided setting her spoon down, as she was finished. Her curiosity was stirred with her train of thought though. She wasn’t one of Olivia’s confidants so future plans were unknown to her. Asking Jacob flat out would get her no-where, at least Maggie didn’t think it would, but it was worth a try, maybe with proper wording it would be acceptable. “Speaking of random violence,” which was segueing from where she had left off. “Is that all that is on the agenda, or just the tip of the iceberg?” Would Jacob, being Olivia’s right hand man, even know though? Or was Olivia playing her hand close to her chest?

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was smiling slightly, so that's what it came down to, wanting to get any more information out of him. Something that he wasn't going to give her no matter how hard she tried, and that was one thing she wouldn't get out of him no matter if she attempted to read his mind or not. That would mean she would have to be skilled at leglimency which he knew she could have easily persuaded to let her into his mind, but that didn't mean it would be a walk in the park by far. Thoughts revolving around why she would want to know this, but as an insider he rarely knew of Olivia's plans.

Thinking he could confide in her, but he wasn't about to reveal any breath-taking information, especially about the basilisk they were hatching in the dungeons. Oh yes, there was a plan there, and he planned on keeping that as much of a secret as he could. Fancying this as a challenge, he rose up to it and didn't say much at all, realizing he knew he had to have more self-control. Luckily he was going to remember to do such a thing to keep her from nagging at him like last time. The Theia incident was indeed a touchy subject and his veins were throbbing slightly as he gripped his fork a little tighter. Gritting his teeth lightly, he honestly wanted to take her down a few more notches. Of course, Jacob had been the one to initiate that initial contact as he looked over at Maharet again.

Sure she was intelligent, but he was smarter than that to actually reveal the secret plan that he, Olivia and Chun had discussed. After all, if he wasn't to be trusted with such serious information, but he just pretended to understand her meaning. "As for more attacks? Well, all I know is what I see, but she hasn't called upon me recently. She sees Chun more than me really, but I doubt you'll get anything out of Chun," he said to her honestly. Obviously, Olivia did leave him out of the loop, but he just wanted to make it seem like that. The only real way was to wander through his mind, but all that would be found was a wallowing despair as well as a dark blue that would engulf her as if she were drowning.

Not that she'd attempt to enter her mind yet, but the feeling of wanting to end her life would be there. Jacob's intent was far worse than that, because if he wanted, he could have taken her down, and really didn't want to do that if she found out too much. "Oh that's all, well I can easily reel it back in now that I know how," he said to her, considering his mind was the one reason that he got angry easily too as some comments registered a little too fast...making him instantly react in general.

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As Jacob’s teeth gritted together Maharet saw his jaw clench and knew that she had struck a nerve with him. So be it. That was hardly the worse thing that she had, or would bring up with him. She was all about testing the boundaries of people. Obvious by now, wasn’t it? Maggie flirted with danger more often than she should have and one of these days it was going to get her hurt, possibly killed, but that notion didn’t make her shy away from her pursuing. It had the opposite effect on her. If anything that knowledge, or suspicion rather, made her push harder. Jacob’s muscles constricting as he held onto his fork tightly had a smile tugging gently at the corners of her mouth, but Maharet repressed the urge to oblige. Getting him bent out of shape was easy, but still fun.

Maharet didn’t disagree. She didn’t speak to Chun and to suddenly strike up a conversation with the girl was unlikely and probably a huge mistake on her part. Maggie didn’t like to make mistakes, they eat away at her and were relentless about it, until she either did something worthy of canceling it out or fixed whatever problem she had created. Stinging words wanted to tumble out of her mouth but Maharet kept them from being uttered. It must have bothered Jacob, at least a little bit, that Olivia, who he idolized so, seemed to favour Chun. It was a piece of information that she tenderly tucked away for later use. As much as the thought appealed to her that she and Jacob could continue their affair for an infinite time, that wasn’t his way, and it wasn’t hers either. Something would eventually change and Maggie was vigilant enough to get everything that she possibly could out of this relationship of theirs.

Slowly pushing her chair back Maharet stood up rounding the table to stand behind Jacob. Her hands moved over his shoulders kneaded his muscles, then slipped down to his chest, hugging him, sort of. “Good. I like seeing you hurt others not you hurt.” This nugget of truth had been afforded to Jacob so willingly, and yet, not even Maharet herself was sure if she had meant it without some alternative agenda in mind, or if she had really, genuinely, just admitted to Jacob that she did care about him, what happened to him. She hoped it wasn’t the latter. His temper could inevitably get him hurt if he wasn’t careful. Maggie told herself that it was just a warning to him for the greater good, rather than some girlish emotion of affection that was deeper than simple fondness.

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Jacob hated women sometimes, but he mainly considered Maharet a women really due to her assets, and she knew that she was sexier than any student here. Aside from a few, but that didn't mean Jacob didn't look her way every time he passed her in the hall way. Trying to make it obvious that he wasn't looking at her, but his friends had commented on it at some point. Lingering a little too long at times, but they really didn't know what was going on. Soon he was acting more subtle about it when he got used to seeing her pass by him, but it was hard restraining himself around her considering she drove him crazy to the point he wanted to let loose.

Hearing those words from her, he was now reassuring himself it was fine to do that from now on whenever her knew she may be around. Odd as that sounded, Jacob honestly had a real plan to help him get away with his articulate plan running through his mind for a minute or two. Mulling over the past, and realizing that his mockery of being torn into pieces when Olivia had given him a rather fair warning as well as a punishment he deemed unfair. Maharet seemed less likely to do that to him, but he knew that there were other matters to attend to. Unleashing fury was something he was going to keep practicing, and attempting to restrain his anger so people didn't gain the upper hand.

If they wanted to duel that was fine with him, he'd show them their place, but lately he found himself not having luck with one duel that had gone rather awry for him. Theia was one mistake, but Lyra had actually defeated him. Solely the one counter-part to his pride, but he wasn't smashed, just his arm had been. "Oh don't worry, I can restrain myself easily for you, but what if I can't help not restraining myself in another way," he said slowly to her. One hand running along her navel around that general area running a finger teasingly softly in a circle and then he moved so he was now sitting beside her moving away from his own food as he had finished it.

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Boys were so very predictable when it came to her laying her feminine wiles on them. A sensual touch, lingering gaze, breathy tone was all it took for them to feel aroused around her. Well most males at least. There were the select few that somehow managed to resist her, of course those were usually the ones that she had no desire to go after like that, the mere notion of it making her stomach churn for various reasons. Seizel was one of them. What she had with him Maharet didn’t want to ruin by making him like any other guy. She might flirt with the idea of it but she knew it was something that she would never do. There were others like that too. Maggie had thought that Jacob was one of them, but she had been wrong about that. Pushing those sorts of thoughts away she focused back on Jacob.

She hadn’t noticed anything before as a shower and food was her main concern at the time but with his mention of restraining himself Maharet did notice that her throat was a little bit tender. Glancing around, there were no mirrors in the room to see if Jacob had bruised her neck. Honestly, The Hog’s Head might have been dingy, but they really couldn’t spring for a mirror or two? She didn’t care, it would heal, and she had liked that side of him so it wasn’t a big deal to Maggie. Her gaze snapped back to him as his hand roamed over her torso sending tingles through her body.

“That is perfectly acceptable.” She loved the way his rough fingers felt against her skin. The contrast was intensely enjoyable. Maggie licked her lips and crawled into Jacob’s lap letting his warmth envelop her into a toasty cocoon. The back of her hand grazed against his cheek before Maharet leaned in to kiss him. Normally when it came to lust Maggie didn’t really like to be kissed on the lips as it was too personal, though she still did it, but with Jacob she not only enjoyed it, but also craved it.

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Jacob was just watching Maharet from out of the corner of his eyes a mirthless smile approaching his features for a moment. Regarding her warily, but he knew better than to just give himself completely towards her, but their arrangement had to be fulfilled no matter how much he enjoyed her body against his own, and his reaction was always instantaneous when she was even near him. Jacob was glad that when their bodies were pressed against each other, he could feel the heat from hers and always examined the steady increase in her breathing. The hitches in her voice whenever she started to get more into her usual demeanor when she wanted something more than just teasing.

Once she was on his lap, he knew there wasn't any turning back, due to the fact she liked getting what she wanted, but not this time. Since Jacob still needed quite a bit of time to recover, but he normally didn't get this much of an experience as he was sure many others had tried to. Smirking slightly his arms wrapped around her waist, and then pulled her instantly close to him forcefully smothering her body with his own. Then started to kiss her in return as his eyes closed as he then moved his mouth rather quickly away from her own. Soon he let his teeth bite into her neck as he tenderly let his tongue slither along her neck up to her earlobe softly nibbling on it. Then he moved back to her neck to bite hard enough to almost draw blood, however, he'd make sure that he wouldn't make a mark there.

Surely she would come up with some excuse to make up for it, but he had a thing about that. Not many had the strange knack to do what Jacob was doing with her, despite how much he had controlled himself. The further arousal from this meeting wasn't evident, but he was obviously still enjoying her attentions to his body. One hand just rubbed her back hard and firmly to the point that he was kneading her back with just the one hand. Amusing as that made him, he kept his attenion on her neck soon blowing softly on it after letting his saliva cool a bit to give it a more chilling effect. It seemed words wouldn't be needed for them for a while, as he then shifted his legs to give her the option to change her position.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

It never failed to please her the way that males looked at her. There was something to be said about the dangers of a woman. Not in the same sense that Jacob brought to the table with his brute strength and aggression, but that screamed trouble. Maharet was such a woman. With the way that she pulled males in and manipulated them into doing whatever it was that she wanted, and what Maggie usually wanted were things that you weren’t supposed to do. Jacob, for example, she not only wanted him sexually, but for darker purposes. He was a very useful tool when handled correctly. He was still wary of her it seemed, and Maharet respected that. There was still plenty reason to be wary after all.

A small sound of complaint was almost whimpered when Jacob pulled out of the kiss, but was stopped short as his lips attached to her neck instead. She didn’t mind rough play; in fact it was her favourite kind. The possessive hold on her wasn’t necessary, Maharet wasn’t going anywhere, but she liked it. Feeling his muscles constrict against her body was pleasant and appreciated. Jacob’s slick tongue gliding across her skin was soothing despite his teeth sinking into her neck. A shiver crawled up her spine from the sensation relaxing her body against his only to, moments later, be stunned by the harsh bite. Maggie had been bitten before, blood actually drawn in the previous case, but rather than shying away from the pain, it turned her on. That thin line between pleasure and pain was non-existent for her.

Maharet let a soft moan escape her lips. Her hand found its way to Jacob’s bicep, slipping down until her fingernails dug into the skin on his forearm, raking downward. Four long red lines appeared quickly, but would be gone in a matter of seconds all the same. His hand massaging her back was nice. With all the hard work that she put in, Maggie felt, it was well deserved. With such powerful hands Jacob would definitely be able to work out all the kinks. His breath coated her neck sending another, more violent, shiver through her. As Jacob moved his legs Maharet took the opportunity and repositioned herself so that she was straddling him, arms draped over his shoulders and grasped the back of his neck to tilt Jacob’s head upward so that she could better capture his lips with hers. Maggie’s hips slowly rocked back and forth as she deepened the kiss teasing him a little bit for a change.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob didn't know up from down by this point, even as their teasing was almost getting out of control, but he was quite literally enjoying it immensely even with the subtle fore-play that would leave them both that much more attracted. Then they'd realized what had happened, once again and start where they had begun to deny their feelings. Jacob couldn't say that he didn't care about her, but he would have been rather hurt if this was for simple pleasure. Sure, this was an added bonus to their original deal, but he really hadn't specified how long he had wanted to do the lessons for as well. That was when his mind starting working instead of thinking with his lower half, and soon almost stopped kissing in return in general.

The sensual way her full lips moved over his, and her tongue lashing against his own made him slightly grind into her in return. That was what he expected, rotating his hips underneath her and slowly grinding them into her own seductive sexy form. Jacob was literally considering her one of the few women that could easily make him do whatever she wanted, but if she so much as blinked, he would sink his teeth into her neck far worse than last time. At least right now he was focused on her prime pleasure and the teasing as his one hand trailed along her thigh softly. Leaving those finger-tip touches again, but he tilted his head to deepen the kiss as he didn't yelp out in pain when she had grabbed the back of his head.

Violence for Jacob was one thing, but there would be a time and place for that. Right now, his emotions weren't even present as he focused on the main one known as lust while letting Maharet straddle him. Having her way with him was alright to him, but he had to show some force that he wouldn't be subdued like some dog. Far from it, Jacob was probably more like a wild beast that had chains around him to hold him back, but when unleashed he was probably the worse monster you could ever come across. Now he was just sensually sliding his powerful hands further along Maharet's back, and then let out a soft moan during the kiss as she had finally elicited a rather desirable reaction too.

Many places were heating up and Jacob could feel his body getting hotter too as sweat trickled down yet he let out his own pleasureful shiver when he had felt her finger-nails digging into his skin. Licking her lips playfully before wrapping his tongue around hers just once to tease her, and then held the kiss for as long as he could until one of them either broke it or they took it further.

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Regardless of the amount of times that she had Jacob, he always brought something new to their time together. Even if he touched her in the same place, it still felt different, it left her skin feeling electrified his touch still lingering long after Jacob had moved on. She had enormous self-control when it came to lust. Always reeling it in and out to her leisure depending on what she wanted from a particular guy at the time, but when it came to Jacob, the mere prowess of him had Maharet losing most all of her inhibitions. He put her on edge, satisfied and left her wanting more at the same time. The only thinking that Maggie was currently doing revolved solely and wholly around what she wanted, and would do to Jacob.

Small, soft, murmurs of pleasure sounded in the back of her throat their lips meshed together, tongues tangled up. Feeling his groin grind against her Maharet found a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. That good down low tickle moved through her laboring her breathing just a little bit more. Strong hands with such a light touch, the contradiction only intensified the sensation that was crawling underneath her skin making Maharet itch for further advancement. They never should have gotten out of bed in the first place, but she supposed it was necessary. Now that they had eaten their energy was fully recharged, and so was her stamina for this sort of thing.

His moan vibrated into her mouth, Maggie’s back arched as Jacob ran his hands up it. Her own hands caressed his shoulders, palms dampening slightly as his sweat coated Jacob’s body in a thin layer, kneading into his muscles, gripping him closer to her. They would soon have to pull apart to catch their breath but Maharet found herself pushing that inevitability back, putting it off as long as she could stand it until her lungs burned with a necessity to re-supply. Before pulling away, however, Maggie took his lower lip between her teeth sucking on it as she pulled away tugging it in the process.

Sitting back slightly Maharet looked over Jacob’s face taking his features all in. But in doing so those feelings that she so desperately didn’t want to have crept up on her. Maggie tried to shake them away, and finding that she couldn’t, went for the next best option; removing herself from the situation. She got up off of his lap slowly, not entirely sure if, in her present state of confusion, her balance would be up to par. “Did you need to get back to the castle for anything or are we staying here tonight?” She questioned crossing the room to put as much distance between them as she could.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob didn't know what had come over him, but after another eventful day, he was sure that they were incredibly tired after all of that activity. Even with his mind working at a thousand miles per minute he had decided spending the night here would be fine, but he wondered if she preferred to sleep by herself or with him in the same bed. Funny that he was considering seeing her in a different light, but his eyes had a dark shadow to them as if he was about to strangle her on the spot. Having gotten a little too wild in his own mind, but he knew she had enjoyed every wave of ecstasy they had both felt. Actually staying clothed enough with his boxers now, that was the only thing between him and her as he was fairly exhausted.

Maggie could leave if she wanted to, as Jacob wasn't going to stop her from leaving, but he had done too much to her for her to just leave him like that. Perhaps he knew her a little too well, but he didn't want to think that as he was at a weakened state right now. Jacob was not to be under-estimated just cause of that though since his mind was always active more than most, but he had many secrets of his own she hadn't found at all. Hiding those from hers had been rather important, but it's not like she really wanted to know more about him.

Diving into each others minds was one thing, but laying with her was a whole different story. Looking at the rather inviting bed, he was desiring sleep more than anything, and without any struggle to get into the bed either. "Well, I'd suggest staying the night since I already paid for the room, plus I'd rather not go back just yet," he said to her. Grinning seductively towards her as he licked his lips sensually, although his face had a cold malice to it at the same time meant to send a shiver down her spine.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

The separation that she had put between had been meant to keep her mind off of Jacob, but of course he wouldn’t have that and it had lead to another romp in the sack. She wanted to be irritated about it. Lying there completely spent though Maharet couldn’t bring herself to be agitated in the least. She was still winding down an arm raised above her head lazily gripping onto the pillow as Maggie took the time to just look at Jacob, admire him. That ominous look in his eyes was back but soon ebbed back away. She had let something loose in him during their practice that would never be put back, and that suited her just fine. Maharet wanted that side of Jacob, it made the experience with him all that much more intense.

She wasn’t too sure about sleeping in the same bed as him either. Usually it didn’t matter to her. It didn’t mean anything, there weren’t any warm feelings toward the person that she spent the night with, but this was Jacob. He was different and Maggie had a feeling that it always had been different with him. This had been a bad idea from the start. She knew that the moment that she had walked up to him that day at the lake. When something bad felt good though Maharet never questioned it, she went along with it indulging in doing the things that she shouldn’t have. An icy, enticing grin and that was all it took for her skin to tingle, and a ripple to run along her spine. She wasn’t going anywhere tonight, but Jacob already knew that.

Maharet should have tossed Jacob one of the pillows and told him to sleep on the floor, but that wouldn’t have gone over too well and they were still under their truce. He expected a lot from her it seemed. No doubt he wanted her to stay so he could have her first thing in the morning. And would she refuse? Could she? Probably not. Pursing her lips Maggie considered her options here, which were slim. Lulling her head toward Jacob she offered a smile. “And why would you rather not go back to the castle just yet?” Her tone was more teasing than she had originally meant it to be, over compensating for the unfortunate way the he made her feel. Damn him.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was mulling over the possibilities of what this could mean, but he was also considering just leaving her there before she took the chance to. This was all nice, but he didn't really have the time to show her he was soft at all, even as he climbed into the bed beside her. Of course he wasn't touching her at all letting her have her face if she wanted it, although he did let his hands trail along her thigh just once. It was the last teasing gesture he would probably do for the night, but he had gripped her thigh forcefully not letting go at all now. Soon he was pressed up against her just once as he whispered into her ear, a low guttural growl wanting to release, "It's alright, if I find you gone, well, who can say what I might do," he threatened her, giving her a malicious grin as he backed away.

There was no turning back from that threat, and he knew fully well it would have sent a shiver down her spine. Maharet knew what Jacob could do, and wouldn't do it without any meaning to. Finally showing her that he was in control, at least in his mind he'd like to think so, and thanks to her his darker side was showing itself whether or not it was hazardous to her. Not bothering to apologize since he obviously wasn't wanting to play games, and when Jacob got grumpy he was ten times worse than usual.

It was just how he worked, so he wasn't going to say anything else, however, he let her keep the blankets since it was rather warm enough for him to just lie there like this with his pants on. Keeping them on would be the goal for the rest of the weekend he was sure, but he had to wonder how she had felt about the whole thing. Jacob was confused as he decided to just fall asleep not answering her earlier, but he did have a sinister smile as he drifted off to sleep letting whatever may come of this. Even if she did walk out on him, he would make sure there was hell to pay, and there were just so many targets he could aim at to make her increasingly angry at him.

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