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The First Solstice – Beckett x Clarette

Summary: Beckett and Clarette celebrate their first holiday season under the same roof.

Rating: T

Words: 3065

Author’s Notes: Happy Holidays!!! Complete and unadulterated fluff that takes place post Penderghast. That is all 😂

Hope you all enjoy! Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.

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The early morning sun rose in the distance, the rays of light casting an ethereal glow over the fresh snow that had fallen overnight. Across the landscape, fat, fluffy cardinals and blue jays flittered to and fro; the little balls of red and blue adding to the dots of greenery that were peeping out of the blank canvas of white powder just beyond the large bay window.

Beckett hummed to himself in a hushed tone, putting the finishing touches on the first of his many gifts to Clarette. His eyes darted about the spread he had made himself, satisfied with the final product. With a point of his finger, he enchanted the decorations and candles to light when she entered the living area later that morning. He padded back to their bedroom, peeling his clothes off by the bedside to keep the facade of him being asleep the whole time.

Crawling back into bed, Beckett smiled to himself as he kept his movements silent with the aid of some quick air magick to mask any sounds. He looked down at Clarette with tenderness, his gaze roving over his sleeping girlfriend's figure that was burrowed under the blankets. Her dark, luscious hair was spread out in contrast to the pale blue of the pillow, her lips slightly parted in her deep slumber. As he slid under the covers, it was automatic for Clarette to turn towards the heat of his body, her arm wrapping around his torso while her head nestled onto his chest. He brushed her hair back and kissed the top of her head, his other arm holding her close, caressing the soft skin of her bare back with the lightest of touches.

He closed his eyes in an attempt to get a few more minutes of sleep, knowing full well that Clarette was going to wake up uncharacteristically early on this special day, even though they had both fallen asleep only a few hours prior. The corner of his mouth lifted with the memories they had created earlier that night, the specialness of sharing their first Solstice while living together under the same roof fresh in his mind.

The evening had started out innocent enough as they headed to the LeFleur household earlier that day. What he was going to wear to her family’s place never crossed his mind, assuming a blazer and tie would suffice. He was about to throw on a crisp button-down shirt when he saw Clarette walk out in one of the ugliest sweaters he had ever laid eyes on. The red sweater had a lone reindeer on the front, its antlers bedazzled with rhinestones, with a geometric design of white snowflakes covering the rest of the jumper. The only saving grace of her entire outfit was the pair of skintight leggings she paired them with.

Beckett’s jaw fell agape in horror. “What in the world are you wearing?”

“Beckett, your face!” His reaction brought her to tears of laughter, her almond eyes crinkling in amusement. “Did I forget to tell you? It’s my ugly Christmas sweater! And you might as well save the suit and tie for your parents’ dinner tomorrow. Tonight, we’re doing Christmas LeFleur style.”

Quirking an eyebrow in response, he removed his shirt, placing it back on the hanger. He stood shirtless in front of their closet, mulling over what to wear now that his original outfit had been dashed. “What, then, constitutes a ‘LeFleur style’ Christmas?”

“Well, for starters,” she sauntered over to him, placing her hands on his chest before sliding them up his muscular frame and around his neck. “There’s no need for a fancy schmancy blazer. I mean, we’re a family who wears onesies for Christmas, remember? A sweater’s fine,” she giggled. “Though I’ll tell you what. If it wasn’t the holidays, I’d suggest we just stay home because I’d much rather see you in this state of undress any day of the week.”

Going up on her tiptoes, she brushed her lips against his in a slow, seductive manner, smiling when he moaned into her mouth. She unwound her arms and pulled back with one final peck, watching his eyes open slowly, the hazel grey hues now tinged with desire. “Except that it is the holidays, so you need to finish getting ready. And as much as I appreciate your exquisite physique, I don’t think the rest of my family would appreciate you showing up without a shirt.”

Taking a quick look through the closet, her fingers rummaged through the hangers before landing on a charcoal, cashmere, V-neck sweater. She handed him the piece of clothing before she walked out of the room, tapping his toned ass with the back of her hand for good measure.

He shook his head with a grin on his face as he heard her laughing to herself down the hall. She was absolutely ridiculous, and he loved her for it.

A couple of hours later, Beckett and Clarette walked hand in hand up the driveway towards a modest, one-story, ranch style home in the middle of suburbia. The surrounding neighborhood houses all had simple lights and decorations strung up along their roofs, the neighborhood giving off a different and distinct feel compared to the affluent community he grew up in. While he knew they had different upbringings, this was the first real opportunity to experience her life before Penderghast and before him. He exhaled deeply, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding as they approached the front door.

Taking the keys out of her purse, Clarette stopped before ascending the front steps. He took the step up, only to notice she had paused in her gait, causing him to halt and rejoin her on the bottom rung.

“Is everything alright?” He held her gloved hand, clutching it for support.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. I heard that breath you let out, you know. And don't even try to deny it.” A crease of worry lined her forehead as she glanced up at him.

“I’m afraid I might be overthinking things again. How do you know me so well?” Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezed her in the ridiculous puffer coat that she wore over the ugly reindeer sweater.

“Because I always have. I just know you.” She hugged him back, breathing in his scent.

“I suppose I might be slightly nervous, this being the first Solstice that your family has invited me to,” he confessed.

“You have no reason to be. You've already met my entire family and they love you. Even Atlas does, although she'd never admit it.”

“I know you're right, but I can't help but seek your family's approval at all turns.”

She tilted her head up at him, cupping his jaw. “And you already have it. They want what's best for me and you're it.”

He beamed, her words relieving some of the pressure that he had placed on himself. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “How did I get so lucky with you?” He murmured before grazing his lips over hers once more.

She responded with fervor, her hand sliding from his jaw to the base of his head, the other gripping the soft cashmere of his sweater underneath his black pea coat. “How about we call it even and say we both got lucky.”

Stepping back, she smoothed the fabric down his chest, straightening his sweater out while taking the opportunity to feel his hard body underneath her fingertips. “By the way, I really love this on you. It brings out your eyes and just so you know, I'm going to be imagining tearing it off of you all night long until we get home later.”

Laughing, his eyes lit up with desire before looking down at the mocking reindeer on the front of her sweater, its obnoxious, bejeweled eyes glittering back at him. “And I can't wait to tear that hideous thing off you either.”

As if on cue, the door opened, revealing a reindeer-onesie-wearing Atlas just in time to catch Beckett's words. Her smile turned upside down and her eyes darted between the happy couple, glaring at the pair. She stepped aside, letting them into the house.

“I was going to say I've missed having you around the place for the holidays, but Harrington just reminded me why I don't. I was going to ask what took you so long, but I think I already know the answer. And no, I don’t want any details.”

Clarette hung her and Beckett's coats up, glomping her sister with lightning quick speed before the fair-haired twin could dodge her advances. “I've missed you too, sister! And don’t worry, we weren’t late because we weren’t having sex, if that’s what you were implying!”

Beckett coughed, clearing his throat. “Clarette, must you verbalize that? What if your parents heard you?!”

Atlas squirmed out of her touch, scowling at them both. She shook her head before her mask broke and a hint of a smile appeared. “Sometimes I really hate you, you know that.”

“What did your sister do now?” An amused voice echoed from inside the house, the footsteps getting louder as they approached the entryway. Their biological mother came into view, donning an apron and looking like an advertisement for ‘Better Homes & Gardens’ instead of being the almighty Sun Source.

Theia hugged her Sun-Att daughter hard, rocking her back and forth in the embrace, keeping in line with actions of the affectionate mother she had become. “Clarette! It's like I never see you anymore once you moved out!”

Clarette rolled her eyes, grinning as she hugged her mother with the same gusto. “What are you talking about? I just saw you two days ago!”

“But it's different when I was used to seeing you every day for past Solstice breaks!” She let her go, turning to Beckett with a stern expression, the ancient Sun Source power radiating from her mortal form, “And you, Beckett Harrington, I hope you've been treating Clarette well.”

“Yes, yes of course, I have, I - ” he stammered, “- always! With the utmost respect!”

Theia broke out into laughter, gathering Beckett into a hug. “You should've seen your face! Clarette is right, you are fun to tease!”

Beckett sputtered, his ears turning pink as he returned the hug for a moment before taking his place back at Clarette's side. “Well, at least now I know the teasing is hereditary,” he joked, an easy smile coming to him.

She clasped her hands, an action she did to control herself when she could feel her Sun energy spiking with joy. “In all seriousness, I'm glad you were able to join us, Beckett. I do have one question for you, though, before we all go help with the cookies in the back.”

“Yes?”

Clarette jostled when she saw the shit eating grin creep onto her mother's face. “Mom…”

“So... when are you going to pop the question?”

“MOM. OH MY GOD!”

Beckett could feel the red color his cheeks and he never had the chance to reply as Clarette grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the kitchen.

The rest of the evening went swimmingly, with lots of love, laughs, and a frightening number of cookies and egg rolls being consumed. They arrived back at their townhouse a bit before midnight, where Clarette still had a warm buzz going after too many glasses of spiked eggnog.

The tree in the corner glowed under the sparkling lights that were draped on the branches, the dimmed room illuminated by the soft, silver sheen of the tinsel. Presents wrapped in foil, paper and tissue were piled under the greenery, the scent of fresh pine, cinnamon, and allspice filling the area.

They sat on the sofa, watching the flames of the fire dance and leap from across the room, the heat warming them up from the cold outside. The fireplace crackled in the comforting silence; the sound was a soothing melody as they reflected on their first holiday living together so far. This night and the morning to come was a nice respite from all their familial obligations through the Solstice season.

Beckett raised his arm, allowing Clarette to snuggle into his warmth and he rubbed her back as she nestled into his nook. She traced imaginary patterns on his sweater, only stopping when he laced his fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand before stroking it with his thumb.

“Thanks for coming tonight. It really meant a lot to me and I am so sorry she put you on the spot like that, I had no idea she was going to go there.” She buried her face into the crook of his neck, still reeling from the embarrassment of earlier.

“The question that your mother asked me?” He kissed the top of her head, a low chuckle rumbling from him. “There's nothing to apologize for. It is something we have discussed in the past, is it not?”

Raising her head, she looked into the depths of his eyes. “Yeah, it is, but I don't want you to feel pressured into asking just because societal norms tell you to do it. I'm not going anywhere.”

He hummed in agreement, noticing the sincerity in which she spoke those words. “You're the only thing in the world that I don't feel pressure from. And when I do ask the question, I want it to be as perfect as possible because that's what you deserve.”

She sat up, running a hand through his hair before studying his face. The fire may have been reflecting in the gloss of his eyes, but it was an internal heat that she recognized as she cupped his warm cheeks between her palms. She brought his lips to hers, faintly tasting the gingerbread they had from earlier.

Tangling his hand into her dark mass of hair, he pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him, her knees on the outside of his hips as she pressed herself against his hard body. He groaned at the contact, his head falling back while she rubbed herself on him. Straightening up, he ran his hands down the curves of her body, this time making her sigh in pleasure as he attached his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling her skin before he captured her mouth once again.

With a smirk, he pulled off the atrocious sweater, the night air causing goosebumps to raise on her skin. “Finally,” he chuckled, his hands and mouth covering the newly exposed expanse of flesh. She undulated under his touch, ripping off his top as she had earlier promised, running her hands over his strong, taut frame.

They ended up making love on the couch, and twice more in bed, which brought him back to this exact moment, except he now felt Clarette stirring in his arms. He heard the deep, contented sigh that signaled him she was waking, and he closed his eyes feigning sleep.

She kissed his chest, right over his heart, before trailing her lips up with the softest of touches, culminating with a slow, lingering kiss. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

He responded after a moment, a moan originating from deep within his throat as he wrapped an arm around her, holding her tight. “Hmmm, you're up early.”

She propped herself above him, her arms on either side of his head, leaning down to give him a quick, smattering of pecks on his face. “It's our first Christmas together. Do you know what that means?”

“Tell me.” His hands rested on her waist as she hovered above him.

“It means presents!”

He gave her a lazy grin, his thumbs rubbing minute circles against the supple skin of her hips. “I don't know if anything could top the present you gave me last night.”

Giggling, she bent down, their mouths meeting. “I'd have to agree, that was a great gift, but I'm talking about things you unwrap and stuff!”

Pulling her close for more, he laughed in between kisses. “I don't want to get technical, but I'm relatively sure we both did some unwrapping last night.”

“You're ridiculous,” she tittered, before placing a final kiss on his lips. “And I love you for it.” Bounding off the bed, she threw her fluffy robe over her nude body, securing it closed with a knot around her waist. “I'll make some coffee while you get up?”

“Certainly. Give me a second.” He put the shirt and pajama pants that he had removed not even 20 minutes ago back on, proud of himself that Clarette had no clue what he had been up to that morning. Walking down the hallway, the smile on his face grew as he heard her exclamation from the breakfast nook. As he entered the dining area, he was greeted with her running towards him.

Clarette threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted her up with no effort. She peppered kisses all over him, the smile on her face worth its weight in gold.

“When did you have time to do all this? And how?” She gestured to the dining table, which was chock full of waffles with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, plates with sizzling bacon and eggs, and two steaming mugs of peppermint mocha. “Not only were you asleep, but you said you can't cook!”

He led her to the table, pulling her chair out before sitting next to her. Holding her hand, he ghosted his lips over her knuckles. “I was thinking, wouldn't it be nice to start our own traditions? So, I taught myself how to make your favorite breakfast. I hope everything turned out to your specifications.”

Clarette placed her free hand on his cheek, gleaming at him in wonder. Their eyes never left each other as he placed a sweet kiss to her palm.

“It's absolutely perfect,” she whispered, never taking her eyes off him.

Leaning in towards each other, their eyes fluttered shut as they shared a soft kiss full of hope, promise and love.

“Merry Christmas, Clarette.” Beckett rested his forehead against hers, both relishing the peace and serenity of this moment, as well as the deep connection they shared.

“Merry Christmas, Beckett. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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scgdoeswhat · 5 years

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Melting Point – Beckett x Clarette

Summary: Beckett shows Clarette how wonderful science and magick can be.

Rating: NSFW

Words: 3500

Author’s Notes:

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THE ELEMENTALISTS!!!!

This takes place post-Book 2, most likely during their third year at Penderghast. I started this as a drabble that was inspired by WN popping up in my ask box almost two months ago! It grew into a fic with smutty, smutty horns so thank you WN, whoever you are! Thanks to everyone’s patience while I’ve been jumping between projects!

Hope you all enjoy! Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.

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“Beckett…” Clarette moaned, her body slumping over to her right with the goal of impeding her boyfriend’s studies. She rested her chin on his shoulder while summoning the cute pout that she knew he could never resist.

“Yes, my love?” Beckett’s posture loosened as he leaned back against the couch, stretching his arm out to let her snuggle closer.

“We’ve been studying the effects and interactions between Air and Water magick and chemical reactions all day. We should totally take a break and do something else instead!”

“Clarette, you know I find this extremely titillating,” he paused, an unmistakable glint in his eye. “But I do believe I may have an idea of what may constitute as fun for both of us."

Clarette perked up at the sound of the word 'fun.' "You do?"

"Indeed. And the best part is that you don't have to do anything while I conduct this research." Beckett watched his girlfriend hunch over in defeat against the sofa.

"I thought you said this would be fun for both of us!"

"It will be. Do you trust me?"

"You know I do," she replied, shooting him a questioning glance.

"Then sit back, relax, and close your eyes. There's something I've been wanting to test out for a while that relates to how much energy is needed in this spell to achieve certain freezing and melting points." His eyes twinkled with excitement.

"You're such a nerd." She laughed softly, her eyelids closing. "But you're my cute, hot nerd." She listened to Beckett chuckling as he got up from the couch, followed by the sound of him walking away towards the kitchen, then to the faucet running... to fill a glass of water? "Are you seriously drinking water right now?" She heard him return to place the glass on the coffee table, but he didn't sit back next to her.

"Patience, Clarette. Patience."

Her eyes shot open when she recognized his voice was coming from a lower angle and she was greeted by the sight of him kneeling in front of her. A bolt of desire coursed through her and pooled in her belly after locking eyes with him, his pupils blown wide with the promise of the fun he had in store for her. Her knees fell slightly open, giving him a peek at her black, lace panties underneath her black miniskirt.

Beckett’s gaze flickered down between her legs and he licked his lips unconsciously while rubbing his hands together in a slow, methodical manner. This was going to take all his willpower to not immediately bury himself between her legs.

Taking a deep breath, he focused on his task as he held out one hand just millimeters from her calf while slowly moving upwards, making sure there was no contact with her skin. Glancing up, he gauged her reactions at the magick he was testing out, the combined Air and Water elements thrumming from his hand as he pulled water molecules from the air to manipulate at his discretion. The water he had drawn out quickly evaporated in puffs of steam against her skin and he smiled at his success of correctly estimating the perfect level of energy needed to make sure the steam did not burn.

Clarette bit her lip at the warm, tingling sensation that spread through her lower extremities, not sure whether it was her internal temperature rising or the external factor of the spell. It was a pleasant heat and the effect of Beckett's magick twining with her own made her lightheaded, the feeling almost giving her a high.

"Is this all part of your research?" She asked, her voice barely audible.

"It is. I take my research very seriously, as you know by now." He then summoned enough water to make a small ice cube, tracing it up her inner thigh, observing her reactions keenly.

She gasped, her hand grabbing at her blouse. The ice cube melted quickly, resulting in a tiny amount of steam being released into the air.

"Fascinating," Beckett whispered, placing a gentle kiss where the water had evaporated. He ran his tongue up her thigh, his other hand ghosting over the area. This time, instead of heat, coolness settled over the surface where he had been, making her jump at the contrasting sensations. Placing his mouth once more on her inner leg, he sucked at the skin until any trace of frost was gone.

She squirmed under his touch, wanting him to continue. "I don't really know what you're doing, but please don't stop."

"I wasn't planning to." A low laugh rumbled from him as he stood up, leaning over to give her a long, leisurely kiss. Running a hand down her body, he unbuttoned her blouse and made quick work of her bra, carelessly tossing the garment somewhere behind him. He caressed the newly exposed skin and lightly palmed her breasts, goosebumps raising over her as he rolled her nipples under his thumb, the buds stiffening at his touch. He continued all the way down until his fingers found their way up her skirt and between her legs, the enticing, smooth flesh beckoning him further up until he arrived at his destination. He could feel his cock jump in excitement as he traced her through her underwear, the flimsy piece of lace already soaked from her arousal. She arched into his touch, wanting more than the lackadaisical stroking he was currently teasing her with.

"How are you so wet already?" He murmured against her lips.

"You should know, you're the one who does this to me," she replied, pressing her mouth to his as she gently sucked on his lower lip. Her own hands were busy with the unbuttoning of his shirt before she pressed a palm to his bare chest, wanting to feel the heat of his skin but was stopped short by his actions. She moaned as he pushed her underwear to the side, rubbing her pussy before he slipped his thick, middle finger into her dampened folds. Her head lolled back in gratification as his hand glided along her slit, her eyelids fluttering shut with the slow, intimate contact. An unsatisfactory groan left her when he removed his hand, her eyes hazy when she opened them once more.

He knelt back down, this time removing her skirt and slowly sliding her panties down the length of her legs, discarding them to the side. Placing one hand on her knee, he pushed her leg wide, giving him full access to all of her. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating.

Looking down at him, she waited with bated breath for his next move. Her dark chocolate orbs locked with his molten grey eyes as he slowed his movements, dipping his head to her center with measured intent, his gaze focused on her face the entire time. He licked her with slow conviction, his broad tongue tasting her fully from back to front. Her hips bucked at the contact, her hands flying down to grip his hair.

"Oh God, Beckett..." she trailed off, her toes curling in anticipation of what was to come.

He kissed her center with a languid intention, lathering attention upon her as his tongue traced her outside lips before dipping into her sweet pot. Moving in an unhurried manner, he continued to make love to her with his mouth, his thumb circling around her pearl in a teasing fashion.

Clarette rolled her hips in rhythm against his face, her body writhing at his torture of not touching her most sensitive spot. She groaned in frustration as he once again distanced himself from her. Taking a deep breath, her eyebrows furrowed at him. "You're driving me absolutely crazy," she huffed out with great difficulty while her pulse throbbed in her ear.

"Now you know how you make me feel all the time," he retorted, a lazy grin crossing his face. "But I promise you, this will all be worth it." He took the glass of water and held a hand over it, forming a piece of ice in the shape of a pebble. “Let's see,” he mused, “I wonder what happens if I do this?” Taking the ice in his hand, he slid the smooth side on her flat stomach, making her muscles contract under the freezing cold. He trained his eyes on her, noting her reactions from the extreme temperature.

Clarette's mouth fell open as she watched him trail the pebble upward, over her midsection and through the valley of her breasts. She arched at the contact, her sharp intake of breath encouraging him to continue. He moved the ice over one breast, swirling it around her nipple before touching the quickly melting mass to her dusky tip. Conjuring another piece of ice, this time he started at her collarbone and guided it towards her other breast, his darkened eyes captivated on watching the small streaks of water stream down the curves of her body.

“Beckett, I need you to touch me,” Clarette begged. She gripped his free hand, steering it to her bosom, wanting him to touch her everywhere the ice had melted.

He swallowed, torn between giving into her and wanting to raise the bar for her pleasure. He allowed her to guide his hand to her chest and gently squeezed the soft masses, turning her on even more. She writhed under his touch, the heady scent of her sex making it almost impossible for him to concentrate.

“I’m not done with my research quite yet, my love,” he whispered, leaning up higher on his knees before placing a gentle kiss on her lower abdomen.

“Wait, you were being serious about doing research?” She swallowed, closing her eyes tightly before opening them to force herself to focus on him. He smirked in response, instead hovering his hand over her midsection, where traces of water were still present.

A slight breeze passed between her skin and Beckett’s hand, frost developing where the water used to be. She took in a sharp breath, her whole body tensing with the chill of his magick before she released a low moan as his tongue quickly dispelled any frost that he had conjured. He made his way upwards once more, but instead of a piece of ice, he controlled the frigid air against her heated skin, licking away the brief freeze he made. His hand hovered over her breast as he focused on finding the perfect temperature, her body arching at the differing sensations, the seductive angle inviting his mouth to her.

Beckett could feel himself faltering, the strain in his trousers telling him to forget about his impromptu experiment. Taking a steadying breath, he concentrated once more on bringing the temperature down in the space between his palm and her soft flesh, solid ice forming on the small patch of her skin.

She hissed at the shocking feeling, the ice rapidly melting and turning into steam.

“Clarette!” He immediately stopped, his brow scrunching in despair. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”

Locking eyes with him, she cupped his jaw, bringing him close for a lingering kiss. “I’m okay, I promise.” She bit her lip; her pupils were completely dilated from the mixture of pleasure and pain she had just experienced. “It hurt; but in a good way, if you know what I mean.”

Desire and another unidentifiable emotion flashed in Beckett’s eyes at her words and he captured her lips with hunger, her admission breaking his control. His hands wandered down her body, touching her everywhere he could. He squeezed her breasts hard, causing her to groan into his mouth before he trailed kisses down the hollow of her neck, nipping at sensitive skin.

Her fingers skimmed down his broad frame before finally arriving at the front of his pants. She gripped his bulge through his clothes, rubbing his hardness up and down with a tantalizing technique. This time it was Beckett who groaned, his face buried in the crook of her neck as she continued touching him while he rocked his hips against her hand. He knew if this persisted any longer, he was going to come quickly in his pants. Standing hastily, he kicked off the rest of his clothes, leaving him as naked as Clarette was.

Without skipping a beat, his body was again covering hers, this time with nothing in between them. He praised her with his mouth, his kisses leading a path down her petite figure. Light pecks peppered her abdomen as he made his way toward her treasure, kneeling in between her open legs. He massaged her inner thighs with a firm touch, his name a sigh leaving her as his thumbs grazed her wetness.

“You know, Clarette, you’re very distracting while I’m trying to carry out my experiment,” he scolded her in a lighthearted manner.

“Beckett, I swear, if you’re teasing me again - “ she was silenced with his mouth on her core, his fingers opening her up for his exploration as his tongue delved into her center. She bucked against his face, working with his tempo for her pleasure. Kissing her lower lips, he then moved to her clit, the tip of his tongue teasing her with the lightest of touches. He finally descended upon her swollen nub, licking her at a leisurely pace.

“God, Beckett, you feel so good…” she sighed with content, running her fingers through his hair.

He pulled away after a few more languid licks, his fingers replacing where his mouth had just been. “Clarette, my love, you taste even better.”

Biting her lip, she savored the feel of his fingers gliding against the length of her sopping pussy as she watched him work his magick on her. She was hypnotized with fascination and anticipation as he formed a small ice cube, her body tensing when he pressed the frozen object to her hot center.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he ran the cube over her slit, entranced by her reaction to the cold. Dizziness engulfed her and her vision went blurry with his pleasurable torment, her internal temperature rising and a stark contrast to the cold against her. Again and again, he brought the ice to her skin, watching it melt instantaneously. He placed the remaining small piece of ice in his mouth and wrapped his lips around her clit, the action making Clarette jolt up, her mouth agape as her body shuddered in delight.

The warmth of his mouth relaxed her and she laid back, panting with the heightened sensations the extreme conditions were bringing her. Her body glistened with sweat, his torturous teasing raising her body temperature. She tweaked her nipples, the duality of pleasure and pain shooting straight to her core.

Beckett rubbed his thick fingers across her slit, spreading her juices everywhere. Lowering his head once more, he knew she was close as he started a steady tempo with his tongue, her bundle of nerves engorged from his expertise. He wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, stroking himself as he feasted on her. The only thing he wanted more than to slip into her was to make her come all over his face. The wanton sounds of her moans filled the air, spurring him on even further. He felt her body clench and he hummed in appreciation, releasing his dick and spreading her lips apart for his own enjoyment.

Sliding his middle finger into her, he elicited the sexiest sound from her perfect, pouty lips as he slowly worked her wet heat without haste. He drew small circles on her swollen button with his thumb, causing her head to fall back in ecstasy as her hips raised to meet his touch. Adding his ring finger, he stretched her out and slowly pumped her while she grinded into his rhythm. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, gradually picking up the pace and curling them inside her when he saw the telltale signs of her orgasm approaching. He kissed her clit before lavishing his complete attention on it with his tongue, licking her senseless.

“Fuck, Beckett, faster!” Clarette got out in between labored breaths, the feeling of him on her and in her producing stars in her eyes. Beckett sped his motions up and he could feel her start to contract around his fingers, her walls pulsing as he took her clit in between his lips, the added pressure making her fall apart.

“Beckett, oh God, yes! Don’t stop!” She yelled out, her hand entwining itself in his thick head of hair, holding him in place as she shuddered against him. Her skin glowed as her orgasm overtook her, her face contorting in absolute bliss. He kept going as she came hard, relishing the taste of her on his tongue and he kissed her tenderly as her convulsions came to a gradual stop.

Clarette struggled to take in deep breaths as she slowly came down from her high, her breasts heaving with each mouthful of air. She moaned in delight as Beckett kissed his way up her sensitive body, his fingers lacing with hers as he covered her body with his, his thick member pressing into her thigh.

“Clarette, I love you so much,” he murmured into her ear before kissing her deeply.

The combination of his words and tasting herself on him ignited the fire within her once again, and despite the earthshattering orgasm he had just given her, she was ready for more.

“I love you, too, Beckett,” she purred, her hand reaching down in between them to grab ahold of his hardened length. “And I need you in me.”

Beckett groaned and he jerked with her touch, steeling himself as he picked her up while he stood. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he led them to his bedroom, any and all studies for that afternoon long forgotten.

Beckett and Clarette laid comfortably in his bed hours later, their bodies entwined from their afternoon of lovemaking. With the lightest of touches, he traced nonsensical patterns on her back while looking down at his girlfriend, who was snuggled into his nook and had her arm wrapped around his torso.

She could feel his gaze and even with the steady beat of his heart lulling her to sleep, she tilted her head up to look at him. “I can feel the gears turning in your head right now,” she said, the amusement evident in her tone while a lazy smile played on her face. Her voice had come out raspier than she had anticipated; it was without a doubt an effect of all the sounds she made earlier.

His face reddened at her callout. “It’s nothing. You can go to sleep, if you want to,” he replied, trying to change the subject.

“You know you can tell me anything, right? But if you’re not ready, then that’s okay, too.” She placed a chaste kiss on his chest, closing her eyes once more. She was on the verge of falling asleep when she felt a spark come off him in excitement.

“It just is truly intriguing to see how your body reacts to the different elements now, knowing that you’re Attuned to them all,” he commented in a single breath.

Beckett could feel her muffled laughter against his body as she buried her face on his chest.

“Out of all the things we just did and that’s what you focus on?” She was definitely awake now as she propped her head up, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

A pink tinge colored his cheeks, the corner of his mouth lifting into a crooked smile. His hand traveled down her back, squeezing her ass and bringing her even closer to him. “You know for a fact that’s not true.”

“I know, I remember quite vividly,” Clarette giggled, letting her hand traverse down his muscular form, brushing against his softened member before trailing her fingertips back up. “So, tell me about my body then.”

Hunger flared in his eyes for a moment before he suppressed it with a breath, the need to divulge his discovery winning out.

“I was curious to see the different factors that may influence certain reactions against your body, that’s all. It was a simple manipulation of the water molecules, the surrounding air, and seeing how much temperature fluctuation was needed to cause reactions against your skin.” He sighed with satisfaction, a wide smile on his face. “Isn’t science and magick amazing?”

Clarette looked at him with adoration, her eyes gleaming as he explained himself. “You’re absolutely ridiculous,” she giggled, getting up quickly to kiss him on the nose. “And I love you for it. Please, never change, Beckett.” Plopping back down into his arms, she nestled back into his nook and ran a hand over his taut frame, her eyes closing.

“I love you, too,” Beckett whispered as he kissed the top of her head, smiling to himself as he felt her doze off into a deep slumber.

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