In yellow-eve and room of walls in romance-hue, she mixed spirit-spell of Alchemy and bitters hidden and masked in spice of cloves and sweet of fruits. Last act of cast, she drew straw from place of table rest in stir of potion and completing of the spell: distinct and separate of darkness and light—Alchemy and bitters below, light and sweet of fruits above—diffused in blend of one into the other.
Ice in glass rattled to the stir. Spirit-spell complete, potion made, she handed to him unknowing; straw left in glass though he drank without, lips in touch to glass and spirit’s cool, taste’s wash across his tongue.
She waited for the spell to take, test and loss of patience as, in drink, he seemed unchanged: his read of the words upon the wall then gaze of eyes to her, smile of mirth and soft-amazement, as if all told and spoke of her.
Something in his smile, something of his spirit—magic went awry.
She felt the pang of the low, strong heat, whirl of head and the loss of sense—able to think but of one thing—dizziness and the sudden flutter near to or of the heart; change of breath, heat-rouge of skin over cheeks and throat and open high of chest exposed in cut of low-fall collar.
He read her signs. Expression changed—compassion for her pang.
“Here…” he spoke, offering drink from spirit-spell.
She took: spice of the cloves, sweet of the fruit, strong and effect of Alchemy and bitters through.
Stronger of dizzy in drink of the spell—feel of its take and effect—wobble and weak of knees, he held her by her sides, keeping her body tall, supporting and leading back to wall of romance hue for steadying and support.
Spell’s effect, steadied in body’s lean into and brace to wall behind, she took his hand in place and guiding onto her—focus of low pang’s throb.
Searching, she touched to him. Finding—perhaps spell had taken after all—she drew and loosened to his tops of pants; strong and fast and furtive kiss that slowed into a steady, bite and pull to his lower lip as he broke to breathe. Loosen of bite, kiss’ return, slow and deep in pressed keeping.
Further dizzy and weaken, his keeping her from fall—low-front hold in lead of her guide, kiss and bodies’ press of high; back braced against the wall.
Whorl and eager of her tongue again in wave-rush of spell-effect; sound and feel of her spirit through open mouth of kiss and tongue in still.
Last she saw, yellow light through windows framing at their sides in warming of walls in romance hue before eyes’ close and the magic lived until release and free, broken from spell, well upon the wall.