Page 37 of Iris
Grabbing his shirt, I stand on my toes and kiss him hard for several seconds. His hands go around my waist and lower before he squeezes my ass. Everything fades away again as I press closer.
“Ahem!” Igor’s annoyed voice cuts through the daze. “You have work to do, woman! If you want that paycheck so I don’t starve and wither away, stop making out like horny little humans and mush!”
“You know most of that sentence doesn’t even make sense. Right?” Noah has moved to lean against the table that Igor is settled on.
“Shut it, Hot-buns. The adults are talking here.” Her leaves shudder at him. Noah’s mouth drops slightly in shock.
“Look at that, he listens so well! This one has to be a bottom, right, Dorian?” Igor is on a roll. I feel a little bit of pity for Noah, but not enough to stop her.
Kieron coughs into his right hand. He isn’t fooling anyone, his laugh is deep, rough, and I feel Dorian shudder slightly in excitement.
Noah opens his mouth to say something, I can already tell how these two are going to be around each other.
“Okay. I need to get these seedlings taken care of so I can put you guys to work on other plants.”
Dorian bends close to my ear. “He is a bottom, though.” He chuckles as he steps back to stand with the other two.
My face is flushed with the images that have flooded my mind as I think about the two of them going at it, but I need to focus. I only have a few more days to get this done.
Kneeling in front of the seedlings, I slowly breathe in and out. My center fills with magic for the first time in days with no straining or pain. The magic seems happy, eager to please. Burying my fingers into the soil, I push the magic.
It takes a brief moment before I feel my magic and the roots mingling to become one. Unlike the last few times, the magic doesn’t rebound back into me. There is still some pain, but it's more of an ache. I'm still able to perform what I need to get done.
The honeysuckles and sky flower vines grow as they wrap around the sticks that I’ve placed to help them. The vines are happy as they pull on my magic to bloom beautifully. With just a bit more magic I leave within the roots for when it's time to move them to the dance, they are ready. They’ll multiply in spades while they grow up the walls.
The sigh that leaves me, as I pull my magic back into me, is filled with so much relief, I feel several tears fall. There was no rebound and very little pain. My magic is almost unblocked.
“No rebound. I think,” I look over at the guys and Igor, “maybe my magic is healing. It’s more of an ache instead of pain, now.”
“Good. I didn’t like when your magic hurt you. It wasn’t right,” Igor mumbles, trying to keep me from hearing, but I still hear.
Kieron uncrosses his arms as he offers me a hand to stand up. “There’s no more problems with your magic?”
“I mean, that was the first time I was able to do magic since the spell was cast without experiencing any pain. I’m optimistic.”
“That’s great, Iris.” Kieron’s eyes have softened, the grey has lightened. They are almost crystal clear as I feel myself, yet again, falling into them. “Why don’t you give us a tour of your greenhouse? You’ve obviously built quite an extensive inventory, but it’s more than that, isn’t it?” He squeezes my hand as we begin to walk through the greenhouse. Noah walks behind us with Dorian. Igor has elected to stay behind so she can soak up some sun.
Be still my heart. And vagina. I remind the hussy to wait.
“It is. These plants are everything to me. It’s hard to explain.” I trail my free hand along the top petals of some orchids we pass.
“They’re a part of you. Just like how my animal is part of me. Or Noah’s wings to him being a fairy.” Kieron glances back at Dorian. “Or Dorian’s unique way to feed.”
That’s exactly it. He gets me, he has understood all of us in such a short period. I want to kiss him again.
“Speaking of your animal being a part of you,” Noah’s voice interrupts my musings. “What type of shifter are you?”
Kieron’s hand tightened around mine. His other hand is pressed against his thigh with his fingers drumming out a beat only he could hear.
“Kieron? It’s okay if you don’t want to tell us.” I press my lips to the knuckles of the hand he is holding mine in. “We’re family, right? There’s no judgement here.”
“Yeah! No judgement zone!” Noah flies over our heads to hover in front of us. “I want to know!”
“He’s like an excitable kid.” Dorian is behind us. He kisses my cheek gently.
Kieron relaxes as they speak. I can’t figure out why he is worried that we will care what type of shifter he is.
“Alright,” his voice is resolved, “I’ll show you. I’m a quokka. Native to Australia. You’ve probably never even heard of a quokka before.”
