This didn't bother our hero all that much, he was a mage after all. A novice mage of a mark and a half, but a mage none the less. Or so he kept tellin... himself. The path before him was illuminated with the soft yellow glow of a mage light. A bright golden ball about the size of a large grapefruit that hovered above his head one foot up and behind him. It was the first spell he had learned at the college and the one he was furthest along in mastering. At his current level the spell would last. He kissed Jesse, hard and fast, breaking contact only to rip his own shirt off over his head. The muscles of his shoulders rolled in the soft light from the kitchenette. They shuffled back until Jesse's calves pressed against the bed and fell backwards.Lips brushed and touched. Bruised. A whirlwind of bliss made by teeth and tongues. Jesse's heart thudded in time with Maxie's, their breath was short and loud, the air was damp and warm. Maxie was heavy on Jesse's chest, their skin pressed. Thirty-ish, or so. He was handsome, she’d have to give him that ... he made her feel warm and squishy, between her legs ... she found herself hoping that he’d be interested. I’d like to do it with an old fart, she thought ... but not all that old. He was just about right.She smiled at him, and continued to dance slowly. He kept up with her, and finally she let herself drift closer and closer to him. He held out his hand, and she placed hers into it. They closed, and danced together for a while,. The guy disliked me because I snapped at him for ogling my tits. Now he found pleasure in giving me a hard time over even the most mundane duties. He probably didn’t even need the file, I grumbled to myself, nearly spilling my coffee all over my paperwork.“Well, hello, Ms. Harmon,” a voice all too familiar greeted.I repressed the girly butterflies threatening to flutter up from my stomach to my chest and groaned. “What is it, Patrick?”I tried to throw in a little extra bitterness into my tone.