Dimitri The sigils raced over my skin as we orgasmed together, and the words slipped out of me. Jim rested his head on my shoulder, panting from his exertion. He didn’t say anything, though. Had he heard me? Part of me hoped he hadn’t. I’d never told anyone I loved them before, and I worried…
Tag: LGBTQ Fiction
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 20
Jim I knew Dimitri didn’t need that much pampering. He offered to help often. I enjoyed taking care of him, though. He finally gave in when he saw Hugo’s library. Although he finished the tour of the house, I suspected he’d have been content to stop there and stay all day. So, I led him…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 19
Dimitri Jim didn’t let me out of bed for anything short of going to the bathroom after Daniel left. I felt strong enough to do more, but I enjoyed him fretting over me. I couldn’t remember anyone looking after me because they cared. Jim didn’t see me as an asset he needed to protect. Even…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 18
Jim Dimitri leaned toward me, and I gave in. I pressed my lips to his gently, testing the waters and hoping not to scare him off. The warmth of our magic entangling flared hotter. Dimitri kissed me harder. My fingers glided through his hair, and my hand rested on the back of his head. I…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 17
Dimitri I woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom. I couldn’t make out much with the lights out. The sheets beneath me felt softer than the ones on my bed at home. Someone tucked the blankets in up to my armpits. A tube stuck out of my left arm. Careful not to pull on it, I…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 16
Jim “Why didn’t you kiss me?” Dimitri asked and promptly passed out. The question flustered me enough that I had to restart my healing spell. The gash on his arm closed up without a scar, but Dimitri didn’t wake up. Given the amount of blood on the ground and soaked into his clothes, my healing…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 15
Dimitri “May I walk you home?” Jim asked. We’d stayed to closing, and still, I wanted more time with him. “Yes, thank you,” I said. After all the little touches of the night, I didn’t doubt he reciprocated my attraction. We left the Caster Bar hand-in-hand. Sigils traced along my skin, moving up my arm…