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Chapter List
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A Magic
Beyond All We Do Here - Chapter Six

Taking the
Initiative

Mundanes
and Muggles and what constitutes magic

Sinestra
and OMC

Dinner that
evening was an unqualified success.� Charles came home with the fatted calf,
well, three aged fillets that he prepared with a cabernet and shallot reduction
sauce; served with boursin, brown rice risotto, mushrooms, and asparagus tips.�
He refused to cook with a wine that he wouldn�t drink so the left-over wine was
a perfect accompaniment to the steaks.� He allowed Amber a small amount in a
wine glass after diluting it with club soda.�

Charles
couldn�t help but notice that something seemed different between Sid and Amber,
he couldn�t quite put his finger on it; and then it hit him.� They were
completely at ease with each other, the formality of professor and student had
fallen away and they were just two people enjoying each other�s company.� Like
friends?� No - more like family.

Sidra
looked different also, she had removed the grey jacket she usually wore and was
sitting in her white blouse and grey skirt, her long legs tucked under her
chair, crossed at the ankles.� Her long black hair was loosely bound and draped
over her right shoulder emphasizing her long pale neck.� He blinked and shook
his head.� No, he didn�t want to go there.� Sid, no Sidra, no Miss Sinestra was
his and his daughter�s teacher; she was initiating him into the world of magic
and Amber into the magical world of music.� And she played so beautifully.

�. . .stay
for the night?�

Amber and
Sidra were looking at him.

�Beg
pardon?�� He stammered.

�I said
could we let Miss Sid stay for movie night, you know, tonight?�

�Of
course,� he answered quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly, �unless you have
somewhere else you need to be?�

�I can stay
for a bit, what is the video or disk or whatever tonight?�

�Star
Wars!� Oh please Star Wars?� Amber enthused.

�Which
one?� he asked, �Sid, do you have a preference?�

�I�ve heard
people talk of �Star Wars� of course, but I�ve never seen one.�

�Okay, then
we should start with Episode Four, A New Hope.�

�Why not
start with Episode One?�

�Because
Episode Four is really the first one.�

�I�m
confused.�

Amber
popped popcorn while Charles set up the video.� They all sat on the couch
together; Amber sitting between the two grownups was envisioning herself a
conduit of affection between them.

As the
movie ended, the child was stretched out over both their laps with her arms
wrapped around his middle.

�She�s like
a big cuddly cat when she gets like this.�

She stretched
and yawned and asked, �Is it over already?�

�Yep, I�m
sorry to say the Empire won this time.�

�What,
why?�

�Cause you
weren�t here to cheer on the rebels.�

She scowled
at her father, then rolled off his and Sid�s legs onto the floor where she stood
and stretched again.

�You are
getting so big.�� He observed.

�That�s my
job.� To grow and to learn. . .�

�. . .and
to sleep.� He finished for her.

�Okay, tuck
me in?�

�Of course,
Sweetheart, brush your teeth and I�ll see you upstairs.�

Then Amber
did something she never did before, she hugged Sidra and said, �Goodnight, and
thank you for this afternoon.�

Sidra gave
her a quick hug back and said, �Anytime, Poppet.�

She held
her hand out to Charles and said �thank you for a lovely evening; I hope to be
invited another �movie night� sometime in the future.�

He took her
hand warmly and said, �Consider it an open invitation, would you like to stay
for tea or coffee?�

�No thank
you, I have to go home.� It may be Saturday night, but I have examinations to
grade before Monday.� And you have to say goodnight to my other favorite
student.�

�Goodnight
then, we�ll see you Monday?�

�Monday.�
She echoed.

He went up
the stair.

�Do we have
time for a chapter from Return of the King?� Amber asked hopefully.

�Don�t
think I don�t see what you�re up to young lady,� he said as he pulled the
volume from her bookshelf.

�Who, me?�
she asked blamelessly

�Yes, you,�
He smirked; then added, �And that soulful, big eyed, innocent look on you just
means you�re up to something.�

�Oh Daddy,
I just think you should get to know Miss Sid a little better.�

�She
practically lives here now, we see her six days a week; sometimes seven.�

�Is that a
bad thing?� she asked in a small voice.

�No, of
course it�s not Sweetheart,� he replied, �but I think you might be reading too
much into our friendship with Miss Sid.� I like to think we�re all good
friends, but if we start to go beyond that one of us will probably say or do
something wrong and then there will be a big blow-up and we won�t be friends
anymore.�

�So you�re
saying you don�t want to be anything more than friends because if you do you
might not be friends anymore?�

�Yes,
exactly.�

�Daddy, I
love you, but that�s the stupidest thing I�ve ever heard.�

As he
thought about it he had to agree with his daughter.

�Daddy, how
you would feel if Miss Sid went away and never came back?�

Her
straightforward and insightful question made his insides twist into a tight
knot.� He opened the book.

�I think
the Army of the Dead was on the move when we last saw Aragorn.�

Sunday
Charles found himself completely distracted, and this carried over into his
Monday as well.� By the time Sid showed up, promptly at two; somehow making her
business attire look fabulous, he was completely discombobulated.

�Charles,
what has happened to your concentration?� You seem very preoccupied.�

She didn�t
know the half of it.

Finally
deciding that honesty would be the best policy here he took a deep breath; then
let it all out before he spoke.

�I think Amber
thinks we need to take our relationship to the next level?�

�Was that a
statement or a question?�

�A,� he
hoped he wasn�t going to blow it here, �request?�

�Charles
will you stop acting like an adolescent and just tell me what is on your mind?�

�Okay,� he
took a deep breath, then let it out, �you have come into my life and given it a
direction and a hope and a purpose that I didn�t even dream existed before I
met you.� I am in awe of you and I would like to be in a relationship
with you.�

She nodded,
seeming to understand.� Charles braced himself for the inevitable rejection.

�You, Mr.
Norwood, are amazing.� You have a great capacity for love; you are selfless,
you are a gifted teacher and mentor, you are an astoundingly good parent,
holding the job of father and mother to a very precocious child.� I am totally
smitten here and I would love nothing better than to �be in a relationship�
with you too!�

With that
she grabbed him in a tight embrace, then pulled him into a deep tonsil probing
soulful kiss.

When they
finally broke apart he said, �Do you realize that you�re the first grown woman
I�ve kissed in almost three years?�

Then he
groaned, �Did that sound as bad as I think it sounded?�

Sidra
chucked; then began to snort, explosive, paroxysmal, rib bruising guffaws till
she was gasping, tears streaming down her face.� He looked abashed at first but
then just couldn�t contain himself.� They were on their knees holding on to
each other when Amber came down the stair to ask what was wrong.� They stopped
for just a moment to look at the eight year old staring at them apprehensively;
then burst out into another fit of infectious convulsive laughter.

�Daddy,� he
choked out, �Daddy has a girl . . . girlfriend Sweetheart!� he finally
got out between guffaws.�

�Alright!�
She shrieked then dove into the embrace and howled along with the grownups.

Two weeks
later they were still in the �freshly involved� stages.� They hadn�t progressed
beyond simple kissing and some heavy petting, and the occasional intimate
caress here and there.

�Charles
Dear?� Sidra asked about a week later, �Don�t you know any love songs?�

They were
sharing a pot of tea and scones in the breakfast area at the kitchen bar.� He
was perched on a stool by the bar plinking out a cheerful little tune.

�Quite a
few,� he answered, �but I�ve been afraid to try any.�

�Why on
Earth not?�

�Well,� he
looked a little abashed, �it�s as you�ve taught me, my craft is all about
intent, and I don�t want to put you under a spell.�

�Because .
. .� she urged him to continue.

�Because I
want you to love me for myself, warts and all, not because some damned spell
made you!�

�I�ve
already told you, it�s not possible to make someone love you.� We can induce
obsessive infatuation, deep desire, but not love.� There must be some other
reason.�

�Because I
don�t want us to rush into intimacy.�

�Dear, what
day is this?�

�Saturday.�

�What time
is it?�

�Eight
thirty in the morning.�

�And what
year?�

�Why?�

�Because
you�re acting like its 1888, my God man even the Victorians didn�t have this
much restraint!�

�Don�t you
have any idea what I want to do to you?�

�Let me
guess, does it have something to do with tearing off all my clothes and making
mad, passionate love to me until we�re both raw and exhausted?�

He leaned
forward until his forehead thumped the bar �Oh God yes!�

�So why,�
she asked in a maddeningly composed voice, �are you still sitting on the stool,
holding that damned lute like it�s some kind of bloody shield?�

�Because I
don�t want to be caught in flagrante by my eight-year-old daughter?� he
rejoined.

�Amber
dear, oh Poppet,� Sidra called out.

�Ma�am?�

�Are you
ready yet?�

�Almost,�
she called down, �I�ll be just a minute.�

Charles
looked inquisitively.

�Chris and
Chris are taking their children to the New England Aquarium and I thought Amber
might enjoy an outing with them.�

�And you
didn�t think to ask her father�s permission because?�

She stood
and walked over to him and taking his face in both hands kissed him soundly on
the lips.

�Because,
you soulful, sexy hunk of man, I am as randy as you are and if I don�t have my
wicked way with you soon, and by soon I mean this morning, I�m going to drag
you out on the lawn and shag you senseless in broad daylight!�

�Do I
really want to know what that means?� asked Amber from base of the stairs.

Sidra was
non-pulsed as she answered, �When you�re older dear.�

�I was born
older.� The precocious child countered.

There was a
knock on the door and the girl ran off saying �bye Dad, bye Sid, I love you!�

�I love you
too Sweetheart!� they both replied simultaneously.

The door
slammed shut.

Charles and
Sidra looked into each other�s eyes, each noticed the other�s were dilated;
both were breathing deeply.� Charles took the Lutar off his shoulder and placed
it gently in its case; he kissed his fingertips and touched them to the glass
inlay on the headstock, then turned and took Sidra by the hand, leading her to
the stairs.

As they
entered his room they wrapped themselves around each other so that you couldn�t
tell that they weren�t one body.� She leaned back to give him access to her
front so he buried his head between her breasts.

�Charles
Darling, we have on entirely too many clothes.�

He lifted
his head and nodded, then began to unbutton her blouse.� As the buttons came
undone he saw the white lace bra underneath and marveled at how soft lace could
be.� He caressed her breasts through the bra, feeling her nipples harden
underneath.� Her breasts were not overly large for her frame, but she stood
nearly as tall as he did, so they were the biggest he had ever held.� Her erect
nipples through the soft fabric felt nearly as large as his thumbs.

�Funny,� he
thought, �I always dated girls shorter than myself.� This will be different.�

She tugged
her shirt-tails out of her skirt and allowed him to pull her blouse off her
shoulders.� She then attacked the buttons on his shirt and made very quick work
of removing his shirt.� She bent down to take his nipple into her mouth,
something he had never experienced before and he gasped in surprise and
arousal.� And here he thought he couldn�t get any harder.�

Sidra
continued down his front, undid his belt buckle unbuttoned and unzipped his
trousers and let them fall to the ground.� She was a little surprised to see he
wore no underwear. His erect member bounced invitingly before her.

�Uh
Sweetheart,� he said in a strained voice, �you may not want to do that right
now.�

�Why ever
not?� she asked as she trapped him between her hand and her soft cheek.

He groaned
as his engorged member spurt onto the side of her face, into her hair and onto
her hand.� There was quite a lot, and he was still pulsing and dribbling after
nearly ten seconds.

�That�s
why,� he said apologetically.

�Oh my, we
do have a hair trigger don�t we?�

She walked
into the bathroom and used a washcloth (she called it a �flannel�) to wipe her
face and hands, the hair would have to wait.

�One nice
thing about going so long without,� she said as she emerged from the bathroom
and pushed him onto the bed, �your recovery time should be very short.�

Then she
did something else that Charles had never experienced, she squatted so that she
was at exactly the right height then took his cock wholly into her mouth and
sucked hard while stretching it out bringing it back to its former state.� She
continued to suck and bob taking him into her throat, bottoming out with her
nose in his pubic hair.� He wondered absently if she ever got sore or tired; he
was sure he could do this all night.� Watching the top of her head move back
and forth on his flesh pole, watching it disappear completely into her face,
seeing her cheeks concave as she enthusiastically applied suction and pulled
out again so that her distended lips held him by the tip of his gland it was an
obscenely short time before he felt the familiar tingle that preceded orgasm.

�Sid,
Sweetheart,� he groaned

�Um,
Umphf?� which translated to Charles as �Uh Huh?�

�If you
keep this up I�m going to blow again.�

�Um,
Umphf!�

She kneaded
his scrotum as she continued to deep throat his cock.

Again.

And again

And again

And . . .

�Oh God!�
he shouted as he came again, this time into her throat.

She kept on
sucking as his erection softened until she pulled her lips off him with a soft
�pop.�

She stood
up and did a saucy little twirl still dressed in her bra and skirt.� She had
only been stripped of her shirt, while he was dressed only in his skin.� She
smiled at him and said, �be just a minute!� then skipped out of the room.

She was
actually back in less than a minute with her wand in hand.

�This
dearest, is just one of the reasons that you will never want me to leave.�

�With that
she stroked the side of her wand against the side of his flaccid member and,
incredibly it began to rise again.

�You have
GOT to be kidding.�

�Oh no
love, y�see, you have only begun your exercises, and we have all day!�

�Then I
hate to be the one to repeat it, but one of us has on way too many
clothes.�

He sat on
the edge of the bed and drew her in between his legs; his cock standing at
attention lifted the periphery of her skirt.

�E�s a
naughty boy, peekin� up at me knickers!� she said in a mock cockney.

Charles ran
his hands up the back of her legs under her skirt and was gratified to feel her
shudder as he reached the tops of her stockings.� Stockings?� He moved his
hands around her thighs and felt the garter straps.�

�Oh, I
gotta see this,� he thought.

While his
left hand caressed her lace covered butt his right was outside the skirt
working the side button and zipper.� He managed both with little difficulty
then removed his hands to allow gravity to take the skirt to the floor.� She
stood there looking like a pin-up from the 1940s.� She stood there in White
lace bra and matching lace shorts, garter belt and silk stockings, Charles
found this incredibly erotic.�

�Next time
put the �knickers� on over the garter belt.�� He said hoarsely.

�Why?�

�So I can
fuck you in your garter belt and silk stockings!�� He growled

�Oh,� she
said in a small voice, �all right then.�

She picked
up her wand from the night stand and touched her lacey shorts and muttered �procul,�
which made them disappear.

Now she
stood before him in garter belt and stockings and lace bra.� He reached up and
deftly unhooked the bra drawing it over her shoulders before flinging it away.

�God but
you�re beautiful.� He whispered.

He stood,
embraced her and turned her around, then sat her on the bed where he had just
been sitting, then knelt before her.

�What are
your doing?� she asked.

�Turnabout
is foreplay, I always say.�

He gently
spread her thighs apart and leaned her back so that she was lying on the bed
with her knees splayed and her feet o the floor.� He leaned forward, his face
at her breasts.� She had conical areola on beautifully round breasts with
nipples nearly as large as the end of his little finger and almost perfectly
cylindrical.�

�Beautiful,�
Charles said as he laved one nipple, then the other then back again eliciting a
low growl from Sidra�s throat.� She laced her long fingers through his hair and
pressed him firmly against her aroused nipple, soon after she began to buck her
pelvis against him, moaning her frustration.� He pushed up, breaking contact
with the nipple; then moved down her body.

�Oh my . .
.� she said as he continued licking and kissing until he was beside the bed on
his knees, between her legs.� He scooted his shoulders under her thighs then
leaned forward so that his face was in the dark thatch around her wet nether
lips.

The musk of
her wet sex was intoxicating, he reached up and around her right leg with his
left arm so that he could reach the top of her curls; his right hand snaked up
between her legs so that he could slide, and rub and dip into her folds with
his fingers.� When he started to lick up and down and into her while
simultaneously stimulating her clit with his left hand and probing her depths
with his right she went into sensory overload.

�Sweet
Merlin on a bike!� she growled.

He kept the
sucking, licking, probing and fingering going until she screamed, �Oh Goddess,
Morgana and Maeve give me strength!� If you don�t get up here and fuck me I�m
going to fucking hex you into next year!�

He stood,
allowing her legs to slide up his shoulders, but not off, so that as he stood
her ankles were on either side of his neck.

He reached
down and took his erection in hand and rubbed her creamy valley up and down to
lubricate the bulbous head of the gland, then slid in easily and completely,
his scrotum resting against her perineum.

�Ooohgaaa!�
she seemed to say as he bottomed out against her.

He pulled
out nearly all the way then began a series of eight shallow and gentle thrusts,
followed by eight more hard thrusts, then gentle, then hard, then gentle, then
hard, never varying the rhythm, but varying the angle so that the head of his
cock ran the length of her clitoris making her plateau and peak continuously.�
Her legs fell off his shoulders and she held them by sheer force of will in a
wide �V� so that he could keep sliding and pounding into her.� He leaned forward
and kneaded both breasts without breaking tempo.� She was in such a continuous
state of orgasm for so long that she nearly passed out.�

�Oh God, oh
Baby, I can�t hold on!�

�Come for
me love, come!� Come in . . . . Come inside me!� Let me feel you come!�

They both
howled their climaxes as he plunged deep and held tight inside her, spurting
over and over and over again.� Her talented vaginal muscles contracted from the
outside in so that he felt his cock being milked by concentric rings grasping
him from the base of his member to the head milking him of everything he had,
and then some.

She locked
her ankles around the small of his back and urged him onto the bed, which he
crawled onto with some difficulty as she wasn�t about to let go.� They lay on
their sides, wrapped around each other with him still inside her.� He caressed
the side of her face, her dark hair sticking to her sweat-sheened skin.

�Sidra
Sinestra, I lo. . .�

�No,� she
interrupted, �don�t say it, you don�t know what you really feel right now and
it wouldn�t be right.�

�Can I say
I cherish the time we spend together?� he kissed her fingers.� �Can I say I constantly
think about you?� Can I say you�re the first person I visualize first thing in
the morning, even before my daughter?� And you know how much I love her.� Can I
also say you�re the last person I think of before going to sleep at night?� Can
I say that when I think about my future I see you in it?�

�Stop!� she
practically shouted.� �We�re both sex starved and we�ve just had some mind
numbing magically enhanced fucks.� My Goddess man, don�t you know the
difference between sex and love?�

�Sex
relieves tension and love causes it?�

He started
to pull his now flaccid cock out of her, but she gripped tighter with her legs,
trapping him.

�Look,� she
said soothingly, �I really like you, but before we start looking for
rings or anything you have to know more about me.� There are problems that you
can�t begin to imagine.�

�Sweetheart,
that�s the same lame line that every afraid-to-commit person has used since the
beginning of time.�

�Dear,� she
smiled wistfully, �How old do you think I am?�

Uh oh,
this has to be one of those unanswerable questions, along with �does this make
me look fat?�� Better to guess on the low side and hope she doesn�t suspect.

�Twenty-seven,
maybe twenty-eight?� he guessed.

Sidra
smiled, �Yes; that was a good year for me.�

�Thirty-oh
. . . four?� he asked, hopefully.

�That
wasn�t such a good year.� She frowned.

�How old
are you?�

�You have
to understand, Love, that witches and wizards age at different rates from
muggles and mundanes.� I came of age when the Arch Mage Grindewald was vying
for power in Europe in the 1930s.� He was a nasty piece of work; filled some
petty European dictators with dreams of pure-blood supremacy then damn near
succeeded in taking over.� Thank Merlin for Albus Dumbledore.�

Charles was
trying to take it all in.� She had been a young woman between fifty and sixty
years ago.� Oh and by the way, there was a Nazi wizard running around in the
Second World War.�

�You�re
immortal?�

She
chuckled at this, �No, not immortal.� We just live longer, anywhere between two
to three times as long as a mundane.�

They lay
quiet for a few moments then Chuck grinned.

�Will
you still need me, will you still feed me, when I�m sixty-four?� he recited
from the old Beatles tune.

�Will you
still love me when you�re an aged septuagenarian and I still look like I�m in
my 30s?� People will think I�m your grand daughter.�

�Will I age
at a normal rate, considering my magical abilities?�

�We just
don�t know.�

He leaned
up on his elbow and got very serious.

�Sidra, no
one knows how much time they have.� Witches die right?� You�re not immortal and
you�re not invincible.� There are accidents and diseases and wars and crimes
and any number of things that can happen.� Should we deny our feelings because
of what may or may not happen in a future we may not even be allowed to have?��
He added very softly, �I always thought my Rose and I would grow old together.�

�There are
other problems,� she said in a small voice.� �You want more children and there
is a chance that we may not be able to.� Very strong magic can interfere with
fertility.�

�That�s a
decision we both have to make.� Rose and I tried unsuccessfully for years
before we had Amber.�� He added, �Do you want children?�

�You may be
magical,� she said, changing the subject, �but you are a born mundane.� There
is a great deal of prejudice amongst witch and wizard kind against someone not
born a �pureblood� wizard.�

�Sounds
like the same kinds of prejudices we have to endure in our mundane world, maybe
your so-called purebloods aren�t as smart as they think they are.�

�That�s an
understatement; the worst of them wear hoods and masks and hold rallies.�

�Ah yes,
the wizard equivalent of the Klan; lovely world you have there.� Please tell me
you�re not one of the pureblood supremacists.�

�The
Sinestra family dates back to the Roman Empire, witches and wizards all for
over seventeen centuries.�

�Is that
the reason you won�t admit to your feelings for me?�

�No,� she
said, sounding adamant, �I fought in a war to rid us of that nonsense . . .�

�However,�
he said.� He knew there�d be a �however.�

�. . .
However, many of my family and their friends would consider me a �blood
traitor� just for being with you, and they can make you feel very out of place,
uncomfortable, and unwelcome.�

�Any other
objections?�

�Well,
there is one . . .�

Suddenly
the bedroom door burst open, Sidra grabbed and pointed her wand at the
disheveled woman standing in the open doorway.� The woman was a mirror image of
Sidra, right down to the grey suit and white starched blouse.� Her black hair
looked like it had been in a wind storm and her eyes blazed in fury.

�You
miserable, selfish, inconsiderate, irresponsible, horny little bitch!� she
screamed.�

�You might
have at least warned me!�

Charles
moved the comforter so that at least the bottom halves of their bodies, still
joined below the waist were covered.

�Charles
dear,� Sidra said smilingly, �meet my sister, Selene.�
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