The dancing lesson was six days behind him now, six whole days. Which meant that Jake could not avoid the witch much longer. Not that he had actively been avoiding her, of course. Tomorrow would be an intense day, he had his final Quidditch match, and Mari was coming to watch. That, he’d realised without really meaning to think about it, was adding so much more pressure to the whole thing. Jake had let out a soft groan as he realised that much, flicking the TV on as he climbed in to bed. Everything in the past week had become something of a mess in his head as he tried to establish what had happened.
But each time he thought about it, it made things so much more unclear in his mind.
Tonight, he was just going to relax, and not think about anything. Not Mari, not his work, not dancing. Just focusing on the television. It was reruns on the television, not anything Jake was overly interested in as he settled on a crime drama that’s name didn’t ring familiar. After making himself comfortable, propped up on his pillows, Jake allowed himself to submerge in the series.
Or… it would have been if one witch was not intent on fogging his thoughts without him realising.
Marilyn Caldwell was first and foremost one of his closest friends now. He’d spent more time with the witch recently than pretty much any other person he knew. It was quite scary, when you looked back and noted that it was pretty much just the witch who had pulled him away from a very dark time in his life and not allowed himself to close off. That was not to say Jake hadn’t been upset, because he had, but Marilyn had made sure that it didn’t consume him.
They had found new interests together, and learnt new skills. They’d made each other laugh way in to the early hours of the morning, or had small arguments about things that really didn’t matter until the other apologised for being an ass. Everything had been so comfortable, between the two of them…
So familiar…
Jake thought back to the times where they had led watching movies together, new releases all the way back to the witch’s favourite 80’s films. The way she curled up against him and seemed to relax in to his arms as the movie started to play. The cinnamon smell always seemed to emanate from the witch at all times, and Merlin if he hadn’t been more…
Jake hummed softly to himself at the idea, his lips in a small smile.
Thinking back to the moment he had started a tickle fight with the witch before their lips had met and it had tasted so… so sweet. Marilyn’s lips had been soft, and they had reacted to his. Pressed back against him in a manner that said he was not the only one who wanted to play that game.
Hadn’t he…
A soft groan left the wizard, agreeing with that statement which had made itself known.
Then… The way Marilyn’s hips had so gracefully, intimately pressed against him as they danced. The way her cheeks had flushed as the whole predicament had become known to the two of them. Jake’s lips tugged up in to a smirk at the memory. For as awkward as it may have been, the witch had noticed, not panicked. Perhaps that was hopeful, but Jake was too far gone to care right now. It was almost as if she was there right now, pressing against him, rubbing herself against him as they moved together.
But it didn’t stop at the physicality of Marilyn, no. There was so much more to the witch than he could explain, and Jake couldn’t help it. Every time he thought about that smile, her laugh, the way she relaxed around him. It made him… feel whole again…
“Oh….” Jake breathed, only realising then as he came back to the here and now that his chest was heaving with heavier breaths. His stomach feeling a little wet as he looked down to see his boxers slightly pressed down and his left hand firmly holding an erection that had just spent itself. “Fuck…” He added, slumping back in to his pillow as the realisation dawned on him. It took a few moments to locate his wand and tidy himself up, bringing his hands up to his face and covering his face. “Shit.” He breathed, through his hands, running them slowly through his hair.
That… was not supposed to happen. Not at all.
But no matter how hard Jake tried, he could not feel guilty over what he’d just done. He knew it was supposed to be wrong. They were just friends.
But, if that were true… why in Merlin’s name had that felt so… right?
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