Flaming: a fire-based form of teleportation.

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H.S. // 6 Man

"Daddy aren't you gonna give mama a goodnight kiss?"

My lips threatened to part and let out a chuckle when I saw Sage's reaction to Cleo's words. My jaw dropped as I smacked my cheek, gasping in fake shock. I could tell Sage felt the urge to roll her eyes at me.

"How could I forget?" I gaped, making Cleo giggle. "Thank you for reminding me, darling."

I approached Sage, my smile now transforming into a cheeky smirk before I ducked down and pressed a firm kiss against her cheek. It lingered for a few seconds, the feeling of it making my heart tighten in my chest. All of a sudden, my hand darted outwards, and grabbed her thick ass, giving it a firm squeeze. I felt her jump in shock at the sudden action, glaring at me and smacking my chest as I chuckled quietly with my smirk still intact. Luckily, Cleo didn't notice what I did, she was too busy petting Sirius.

I tried to grab her ass again as I left the room, but this time she noticed, slapping my hand away while shooting daggers at me with her steely eyes. I laughed as I left the room, yelling a goodnight to both Cleo and Sage. I couldn't help but eavesdrop a bit when Sage said goodnight to Cleo, hearing them talk for a bit about Cleo's day and me. My heart swelled up in my chest when she told Sage that today was the best day ever and that she was extremely happy because I was back.

I then headed back to my room, which was a little further away from Sage's and Cleo's. A sigh left my lips as I used the bathroom, cleaning my teeth and doing my business before stripping down to just my boxers and climbing into bed. A strong part of me wished that Sage and I didn't act like strangers when we used to be lovers. I felt cold and empty in the large bed I was sleeping in, wishing I had her curled up next to me.

A smile drawled onto my lips as I thought about Sage, tucking my arms behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling. I thought about her a lot during the last five years as I was away. I just couldn't stop thinking about her. I couldn't stop thinking about her smile, her lips, her kiss and so much more. I reminisced to the day I saw her after I had returned to New Orleans, stunned by how beautiful she had become even though we've both grown older.

Her hair was different, much more shorter and blonde. It made her look more mom-like if that made any sense, but in a really cute and sexy way. She was thicker overall, her breasts, her hips, her ass, her thighs, just everything was much more curvy and rounded; which turned me on more than I could imagine. I had trouble controlling my fucking dick half of the time whenever I saw her in anything that accentuated her curves and ass, as well as breasts. I missed her tits almost as much as I missed her.

Thinking about her often caused me to even have dreams about her. Sometimes I'd have dreams where we're together with our baby, a happy family. Sometimes the baby was a girl, sometimes a boy, since I didn't know what the gender was. We'd just be doing cliché family stuff but it'd feel like paradise while experiencing the dream, until I wake up of course.

  Other times, the dreams would be sexual. There were always dreams where I'd be over her, fucking her perfect pussy while whispering hoarsely in Spanish to her about how good she felt around my cock. Sometimes I'd be under her, watching her be the beautiful goddess she was while riding me with the sound of her thick ass smacking my thighs echoing throughout my ears.

I eventually drifted off into sleep, thinking about Sage in the most sexual way possible and then even having a dream about it. I was later woken up when the dream turned into a literally nightmare, jolting in my bed before sitting up with a gasp. A heavy groan escaped my lips as I covered my face with my hands, dragging them down as I tried to wipe out the images from my brain. I was having sex with Sage and it was just so much more perfect because my dream had imagined her as she was now, with her beautiful curves and everything. But one second I was on top of her, the next I was watching her with another man. The man was Marcus.

I angrily gulped down a couple of chugs of water, before reaching for more and cursing when the glass was empty. Rolling out of bed with a groan of frustration, I looked for my sweatpants, feeling that it was a bit too cold now for my legs. Once I located a pair of gray ones, I grabbed my glass and headed for the door, deciding to go to the kitchen for a refill.

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S.E. // The 7th Supreme

I was awoken by my thirst for water at around 3 in the morning. Groaning heavily in slight irritation, I reached over for grab my bottle of water, which I usually kept on my nightstand. But when my hand was literally just feeling air and nothing else, I opened my eyes and let out another groan of annoyance, realizing that I had left my bottle in the kitchen after filling it up. Rolling out of bed, I decided to go and get it. Halfway down the stairs, I realized I left my robe, only clad in a gray cropped, tank top and black shorts. I then shrugged, knowing that everyone was asleep so it didn't matter.

The kitchen lights flickered on when I flipped the switch with a wave of my hand, standing by the kitchen island and grabbing my bottle. I started drinking out of it thirstily before I stopped when I heard feet padding against the floor softly from behind me. When I turned around, I saw that it was Harry, rubbing his eye sleepily with a clenched hand, empty glass in the other.

"Oh hi," he mumbled with a light smile when he saw me. "Got thirsty," he said pointing at the glass.

"I'll fill it up for you," I said, reaching out to take the glass.

He handed it to me and I quickly filled it up. I felt his gaze fall on me as I did so, especially on my ass. When I turned around, I could tell that he had lifted his gaze up just in time. A soft smile drawled onto my lips as I handed it back to him over the kitchen island, making him grin back. I watched him as he drank the water, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did so.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" I asked him quietly, watching him set the glass down and nod in response.

"Shoot," he said, making me smile lightly, before walking around the island and standing in front of him.

"What made you come back, Harry?" I questioned lowly, watching his brows slope downwards as he pulled his lower lip into his mouth.

"When Maximus and I were in Riverside, California, we helped out the coven there," he began saying as I listened attentively. "There were some witch hunters causing the coven trouble so Maximus and I decided to try and help. As the coven had killed one of hunters, the hunters got really upset and decided to abduct the wife and child of the warlock who killed the hunter."

"The guy's name was Francis. He was a really nice guy and we tried our hardest to help him, but those hunters had witches with them so they were kind of cloaked. Took us a while to find them. During that time, Francis went through hell. Like, I've never seen someone suffer that much due to paranoia and fear, because he didn't know if they were being tortured or if they were already dead," Harry explained quietly in his slow raspy voice.

"That made me think of you and our baby a lot, like I empathized with the guy and started worrying about you and the baby again," Harry said with his eyes gazing straight into mine as my heart tightened a little. "Eventually we did find the hunters location and managed to slaughter to them and rescue Francis' wife and baby boy. Seeing the reunion made me realize how much I wanted and needed to be with you and our baby."

"By the time I realized, five years had passed by and I assumed that Esmeralda must've been over the trouble I caused and all that. So, I talked to Maximus about it, explaining to him how depressed I have really been and that I just wanted an end to all the violence. I wasn't happy and I wanted to be happy. You made me happy, and obviously the baby was going to make me feel the same way so I decided to return. My place isn't beside Maximus, hunting down and killing witch hunters while travelling the world. It's here in New Orleans with him, and most of all with you and Cleo," he ended his long explanation with his lips pulled up in a soft grin.

"I...wow," I stammered a little, unsure of what to say as I was slightly rendered speechless. "I don't know what to say, but I'm so happy you changed your mind and came back," I murmured truthfully, making him smile a little. But it was a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Yeah because it's made Cleo happy," he mumbled quietly. "But has it really made you happy?" His question caught me slightly off-guard, making me furrow my brows.

"Yes it has," I told him, but he didn't look like he believed me. "You don't believe me?"

"It's hard because I don't know how you feel about us, since all we've been focusing on for the past week was Cleo," he explained quietly, tugging at his lower lip with his thumb and index finger. "I don't know how you feel about me."

I stepped forwards, hands raising up to cup his softly. My actions caught him a little off-guard, since this was the first time in the past week and the last five years I've caressed his cheeks like I used to do in this intimate way. His large hands grasped my hips, pulling me towards him gently and pressing our bodies together. I parted my lips to speak, hoping that he would believe my words as I spoke sincerely.

"Harry, my feelings for you are still very much so present, okay?" I murmured to him firmly, watching his eyes glint with hope. "I know for sure those feelings will deepen over time."

"You have no idea how much I've missed you, how much I've wished for you to return selfishly for my sake and not our daughter's," I told him, my last words making him chuckle a little.

His eyes met mine for a second, bright green eyes gazing deep into my stormy gray ones as he suddenly pulled me closer, his lower body pressing against mine. My hands rested on his face, framing it as he ducked down and leaned in a bit. My heart was thumping loudly and wildly in my chest as his gaze burned into mine, before flickering to my lips where his hand left my waist to cup my chin. He then traced my lower lip with it, resting his forehead against mine as he breathed out a light chuckle.

"I just wanna kiss those pretty lips of yours," he whispered lowly, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk.

"Then do it," I murmured back impatiently, eyes focusing on his perfect, pink lips, which he licked at my words.

"I thought you wanted time and space," he muttered playfully, tugging my lip down with his thumb and watching it pop back into place.

"Fuck that," I said with a slight shake of my head before going ahead and pressing my lips firmly against his.

A sigh threatened to leave my lips at the feeling of his soft ones pressed against mine, caressing them as he molded them gently over my own. My hands cupped his jaw firmly as I pressed my body against his half naked one, feeling him wrap his arms around me firmly. The feelings I got from the kiss were indescribable. I felt everything cliché that was always said about first kisses, the butterflies in the stomach, the kiss being magical, all of it.

  Our lips fit together like two pieces in a puzzle that were missing for a long time. I felt some sort of indescribable relief while kissing him, memories of our first kiss flashing before my eyes as my lips puckered against his. My hands dragged down from his hair, resting near his jaw while his ones squeezed my waist lightly.!

We pulled away ever so gently at the same time, completely overwhelmed by the kiss. His eyes met mine again when I opened them, feeling him press his forehead against mine as I felt his hot breath fan against my lips. He leaned in again to attach our lips in a soft kiss, breaking it and tilting his head again to do the same thing, teasing me with soft lingering kisses to my lips. The teasing was too much for me, a low growl escaping my lips as I pressed them firmer against Harry's with more fervor and desire, slipping my fingers into his short hair.

I felt him chuckle against my lips, turning me and pressing my against the kitchen island. He forced a knee between my legs, spreading them apart before standing in between them, hands gripping my hips firmly. Our lips parted at the same time, allowing our tongues to collide hotly, transforming the kiss from an innocent one to a more passionate, sultry one. I felt his tongue roll heavily against mine, warm hands slipping under and feeling my hot skin.

I felt myself clench down there when he pulled his hand out and trailed it up my torso, sliding against the material of the tank top smoothly. My fingers tightened around his hair when he grasped my breast and squeezed it through the top. The kiss broke and I let out a heavy breath, moaning a little when he ran his thumb over my hardened nipple that was visible through the thin material.

"Fuck I missed this so much," he rasped breathlessly against my lips, opening his eyes to meet mine, both of ours dark with lust and desire for one another.

"Missed what?" I whispered back, my hand dragging down from his hair to press against his bare chest.

"Your kisses, your moans, your beautiful tits," he breathed, causing me to laugh a little before I felt a sharp smack against my ass. "Your amazing ass."

A surprised yelp escaped my lips at the sudden action, not finding it painful, just unexpected. He then grasped my ass firmly with one hand, rolling the thick flesh in his large hand as he grazed his lips against mine. My lips threatened to let out another moan at his actions, but it was quickly muffled when I felt his lips on mine again. Both his hands palmed my ass while he kissed me hard, pushing his tongue deeper into my mouth while my hands ran up the warm, bare skin of his chest.

When I first saw him shirtless after those five years, I was rendered speechless, literally flustered. His shoulders were broader, abs and v-line much defined as if he had been working out more. It was when I was looking for Cleo and found her in his room, sitting on the bed with him. His shirt was off because he was showing her all of his tattoos, telling her a few of the stories behind some of them. I had to leave the room to breathe for a little and let out my emotions before returning after a short while.

"Can we resume in bed and not in the kitchen?" Harry asked breathlessly when we broke the kiss again.

We headed to my room quickly, his hand gripping mine as we jogged up the stairs and walked towards my room. Once we were in it, I was turned around and picked up with ease, my legs quickly wrapping around his waist and lips meeting his. I was pressed against the wall where he lined up his crotch with my core, pressing firmly and letting out a small grunt at the feeling. Soon enough, we migrated over to the bed, Harry between my legs with my hands in his hair and his tongue down my throat.

His lips trailed down my cheek, leaving a few wet kisses in its path before moving to underneath my jaw. He sucked on the skin harshly, causing me to wince and moan a little when he rolled his hot tongue against the aching skin. His lips continued these actions, along with leaving open-mouthed kisses that had my legs tightening around his waist, fingers fisting whatever hair he had on his damn skull.

The kiss was getting more passionate and hungry by the second, tongues pushing and rolling against one another's, his hands grabbing onto my hips, slipping down to squeeze my ass every now. My hands slid down from his hair to cup his jaw firmly, feeling it clench under the palm of my hand as he opened his mouth and tilted his head, rolling his tongue heavily against mine. I felt his growing bulge against my thigh, feeling slight panic rise inside of me as he shifted closer to my crotch. Before I could break the kiss and say anything he had already rolled his hips against me, grinding his bulge against my core.

His body immediately tensed up, lips breaking from mine with a soft 'pop' while he lay there with his crotch against my core. He finally pulled his head up, lips hovering over mine as his eyes searched for my gray ones.

"Sage?" he murmured lowly. "Are you on your period?" My cheeks flushed at his question, nodding immediately making him groan lightly, dropping his forehead to mine. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was gonna, but I got carried away," I mumbled in response. "How do you know though?"

"I felt your damn pad and not your pussy like I expected," he said bluntly, making my lips part to let out a soft laugh.

"Sorry," I said, making him pull his head up slightly to arch a brow at me.

He let out a chuckle at my 'apology', leaning down to nudge his nose against mine sweetly as I smiled at him, thumbs stroking his cheeks. His head tilted upwards a little, letting his lips brush mine before joining them in a soft, lingering kiss. My eyes fluttered shut in content, caressing his cheeks as I kissed him back gently, unable to get over the overwhelming feeling of his lips on mine. My hands slid around the nape of his neck, expecting there to be long curls to tangle with my fingers but there was barely anything near the bottom of his neck.

"Mhmm," I found myself mumbling in frustration against his lips, making him break out into soft laughter, rumbling in his chest as he separated our lips.

"What?"

"I miss your old hair," I couldn't help but say breathlessly, making him arch his brows at me.

"Yeah?" he said with a smirk, ducking down to slowly lay kisses along my jaw. "Why?"

"More to tug on," I murmured, stroking his hair back as he let out a laugh before kissing the corner of my mouth. "But I like the way it is now, too."

"Mhmm?" he hummed in response, now resting his body against mine.

"Yeah, it's more dad-like," I said with a chuckle, watching him roll his eyes before a smirk drawled onto his lips.

"You mean more daddy like," he murmured lowly in a deep, raspy voice, making me clench but at the same time cringe.

"Harry, please. Not Cleo calls you the same thing," I said with a grimace, making him pout adorably with his eyebrows pulled low. I burst out laughing at his expression, not noticing it change into something else where he was smiling lightly gazing at me with a certain look in his eye.

"What?" I questioned with an arch of my brow.

"I've missed you," he whispered lowly, hand coming up to caress my cheek. "So much."

"I've missed you too, Harry. More than anything," I whispered to him sincerely, making his lips tick upwards in a tiny smile before he ducked down to kiss me again.

Once I got a taste of his lips I couldn't stop kissing him, and it was the same for him. We spent a few more minutes making out, accompanied with Harry's occasional ass grab until it was around four and sleep was calling us. Harry asked if he could sleep with me and I told him that he could, making him grin in victory as he crawled under the covers. We spent the first few minutes in the dark sleeping apart for a reason I wasn't unsure of. I guess he thought I wanted to space by sleeping away from him but he didn't know that wasn't true.

After a few minutes, he murmured a 'fuck this' and shuffled over to me. His strong arms wound around my torso, pulling me back against him. My body fit into the curve of his like two puzzle pieces fitting together after going missing for a while. His warm breath fanned against my neck as he nuzzled his face into it, laying a kiss on the skin there. I tangled my legs with his, settling into his body with a sigh falling from my lips that were curled into a soft smile.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight, Petal."

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➰ how's the chapter babesssss? are y'all happy that Sage and Harry are together again.

➰ I think there's like 5 or so chapters left of this book and I ain't ready to end it omg ):

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Until we meet again...

t.m.