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John Castaway clicked his clear plastic cup against the sides the glasses of some of his fellow Quarrymen before taking a sip of Christmas punch. A red drink that tasted like someone just threw Kool-aid and cherry Juicy Juice together. Well as long as it wasn’t spiked then it was fine. It was the main reason he stayed clear of the cider and the nutmeg.

“Happy Holidays gentlemen,” He said with his well polished British accent. “May the new year bring joy to all, and the end to those monsters!”

“Amen!” several of his men agreed. John turned around to view the decorated court building. Silver and gold tinsel were snaked around the pillars that upheld that arches. Miniature wreaths where hanging on the doors. The tables were decorated with tiny porcelain snowmen and Santas. Some tables hand bowls of holiday beverages that included the punch he was sipping.

He and his organization was invited to the Christmas party by Margot Yale. There were several people at the event: lawyers, judges, police officers and members of the press. With his glass and hand he strode casually up the District Attorney.

“Mr. Castaway,” Margot greeted. Even though the warm cinnamony air of the season was able to melt the coldest of hearts it did little to penetrate Yale’s stone cold shell. Her mouth was still pursed as if she had taken a bite out of a grapefruit. “It is so nice to see that you have came to the party.”

“Thank you for inviting me,” John smiled before leaning over and whispering into her ear. “And thank you for your silent donation.” He winked before touching his nose with his index finger.

“You are welcome.” She turned around to mingle with her lawyer friends. John sighed. He was thankful for any contribution to his cause, but some people got to him. He resumed his walk smiling at some people when he came across a group of people that made his twinkling blue eyes narrow with fury. The cup crumbled in his fist spilling the contents over the top of his hand. John didn’t stop to grab a napkin before he stormed up to the group. Particularly one person.

She was there. That woman who spurned his brother for the leader of the monsters. That woman who betrayed her own race.

Elisa Maza

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Eros frowned. He didn’t like the fact that Poinsettia just left like that. They were having a large discussion about love and hate and if it was possible to turn hate into love. Then the holiday faerie’s mouth twisted into an impish grin and she disappeared. He didn’t like that at all. She had a reputation to be as mischievous as one of the Tricksters. The soldiers of loves flew towards Oberon’s chamber as fast as the small angelic wings on his back could take him.

“Lord Oberon,” He bowed before the king and Queen of the fey. “Permission to speak.”

“Permission granted,” Oberon said.

“Did Poinsettia enter here by any chance recently?”

“She did. She asked Oberon if she may spend a few days in the human world and Oberon granted the wish.”

“She is up to no good.”

“What makes you think so?”

“She has been quite the troublemaker recently. I believe she is trying to take the place of Puck.” No sooner had he mentioned Puck’s name had he found himself with the ears of a donkey.

“Oberon has commanded that That name should never be mentioned in Oberon’s presence again! Now go!” Titania waited until the other fey had left before speaking.

“Husband I believe you were a bit harsh with him.”

“Do not worry my queen. Eros will be able to use his own magic to undo the damage, but he will have to find that out himself.

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Elisa Maza kept herself from falling over at hearing the latest one of Morgan’s jokes.

“You gave me a stitch in my side,” Elisa said before wiping away her tears.

“Sorry Detective,” Morgan smiled. “Hey Bluestone you hear any good ones?”

“Not any that will top that one,” Matt said. “Actually I’m going to check out the eats. Hey partner want anything?”

“Not now. Don’t you load up on rum balls.”

“Why not? Your driving anyways.”

“True, but I don’t want to escort your body into your apartment.” Elisa said before leaving to check out the building. She was enjoying herself at the party but she wished she was with the clan, particularly Goliath. They were preparing a special gargoyle holiday that Elisa did not really understand. Goliath did invite her but she felt she shouldn’t intrude. She paused under an archway to admire the Christmas tree when she felt the presence of someone approach her. She turned her head to see the scowling form of Castaway approaching her.

“Great the Grinch,” She groaned.

“I do not know what you are doing here traitor,” Castaway said through clenched teeth.

“The police were invited.”

“Those who are supposed to protect humanity not betray it.”

“Is that why none of the members of PIT are here.”

“Yale may be cold, but at least she has seen the light.”

“Then why did she invited your KKK clones.”

“We are not racists. We are just against those who support demons!”

“Elisa?” She heard Matt call to her. “You might want to look up.” Both Elisa and John removed

their glares off from each other to the arch above them. Secured by a red ribbon and dangling over them was a clump of mistletoe.

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They couldn’t see her. Good thing too cause the fire department would have been called to try to get a child down. They would have been surprised to see her floating in mid air. A little girl no older than eight. Long flowing white hair was streaked with red, green, and gold and gathered in a ponytail. that Red flowers were pinned to her hair bow. She dressed in a red dress trimmed in little silver bells. Her boots also had bells. They were attached to the heels while the toes appeared curled. She clutched a red and white striped wand that had the end curved into a cane. A large red bow with jingling golden bells was tied to it.

“What do we have here?” Poinsettia asked as she peered over the arch. She noticed the mistletoe hanging and the two people standing directly underneath. One was a woman with skin the color of golden caramel. Her lovely face was framed by blue black hair. She dressed in jeans, a black shirt and a red bomber jacket. He was Caucasian with blond hair slicked back with gel, a well groomed mustache and was dressed in a dark blue suit. From the way the two of them stared at each other Poinsettia could tell they didn’t like each other. She could even taste the bitter hatred in the air. A mischievous grin spread across her face when they both looked up at the plant hanging over their heads.

“I think I‘ll see if I can turn their hate into love. Now how should I do it? Aha“ She lifted her wan up high, the bells causing the bells to jingle. “By the words of this young Faerie my magic is cast under this romantic plant’s white berries,” The fey waved around her wand. “once the have met in a kiss on lips or cheek the other’s company they shall seek. This desire shall not smother until they lain in bed with each other.”

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Oh no, John was not going to kiss her. His teeth were still clenched as he glared at her. Elisa looked like she didn’t want kiss him either. His eyes darted to his side. A large group of people were watching them. Damn it! He couldn’t walk away now. Reporters will have him pegged as an asshole. Not at this time so closed to Christmas. He had a public image to maintain. John closed his eyes and leaned forward. If she walked away from him good. He wouldn’t have to kiss her and she would end up looking like a bitch.

He felt her lips come in contact with his. His lids snapped open, yet he still couldn’t see. Everything was blurry and he felt as if someone had spiked his punch.

“Sir are you all right?” One of his men asked as he held on to his arm to help steady him.

“I’m fine,” John replied. His vision had cleared.

“Why did you kiss her?”

“I have an image to maintain, besides it’s Christmas.”

“Elisa?” She hear Matt’s voice. Her eyes had closed when the strange feeling had overtaken her body. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m not sure,” Elisa said and opened her eyes. The blurriness had cleared to reveal the form of John Castaway walking away from her. She watched the movement of his posterior as he walked. “Does have a nice ass.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I better get home, unless you want to stay longer.”

“Go ahead I’ll get another ride.”

John had to find a chair. He needed to sit down. Warm and strange feelings were swirling around his body. It wasn’t an illness cause an illness wouldn’t have made him feel so good.

“I need t’ go home,” his true accent came out.

“Sir?”

“I need to go home.”

“I’ll take you to your car.”

“Thank ye, I mean thank you.” He reached up to wipe at his mouth. A small bit of her lipstick had come off onto his fingers. It was a shade of red slightly darker than the punch. John closed his eyes. He brought his fingers back to his mouth and licked the lipstick off.

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She did something to him. John thought as he stormed around his apartment while taking his suit off. She had placed some drug into her lipstick and it was affecting him. Just like Poison Ivy in the God awful Batman and Robin movie.

“That Bitch pretending she didn’t know I was invited,” He said as he pulled down a black cotton shirt and put it on. “She bloody well knew I was going to be there and lured me to where she was standing. Had the whole thing set up.” He slipped into blue denim pants. “Well Elisa Maza that is going to be the last thing you do.” He replaced his shoes on the way to the bathroom.

“Get the antidote, then I will kiss her I mean kill her.” John slapped himself in the side of his face. “Get it together Johnny.” He looked at his reflection and leaned closer. Using his fingers he made sure his teeth were clean and not a tiny speck was caught in between. He gave his hair a few strokes with a brush before dabbing on a little cologne. He remembered where she lived.

’What kind of gun?’ He thought and searched for his gloves. ’Or maybe a knife. No scissors so he can trim of the thorns of the roses. What color? Red, yes to match the bottle of wine.’ He slapped himself again before grabbing his coat and leaving

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Elisa tried to set her mind at ease by watching Scrooged, but not matter how much she concentrated her mind kept wandering back to when she kissed Castaway. The way his mouth felt, the way his butt moved when he walked.

“Stop it Maza,” She said. “Think of Goliath.” That was easy to do. She concentrated on his large lavender form. That firm jaw, those muscles, how big he must be under that loin cloth. Good lord that might actually be painful and it has been a while since she had sex. “Better prepare yourself.” She unzipped her pants and kicked off her shoes before pulling off both jeans and underwear. Her mind still on Goliath she inserted two fingers into the warm junction between her loins. “Goliath,” She breathed as she snapped her head back and felt the soft wetness from within. She repeated his name before her finger thrusts increased in speed. She added a third and despite the small pain she felt a fourth. ‘It would hurt a little more with Goliath’, She thought. ‘You have to get softer and stretch more. Might not be to bad with John Castaway though.’

“What?” Her eyes opened. “No Goliath.” She imagined her lover straddling over her and bucking along with her ministrations. The image of his lavender form melted and reshaped to a naked Castaway riding her instead. She didn’t stop and nearly cried out his name when she felt the eruption from within. “Oh God no,” She panted. Her hand was removed from her damp opening. She couldn’t have masturbated while thinking of Castaway. Her heart still rapid, she sat back up.

She was slipping back into her pants when she heard a knock at the door.

“Just a minute,” Elisa said and quickly zipped up. She raced to the door and glanced at the Peephole. It was him. “Why the hell are you here?’

“We need to talk,” John said.

“Yeah right. The second I open the door you’ll blow my brains out.”

“No I won’t look.” He opened up his coat to show that he had nothing but a shirt before spinning around and pulling out his pockets.

“Take off your shirt,” Elisa said.

“What?”

“I have to make sure you didn’t tape anything to your skin.” ’Your fine naked skin.’

“I have my arms in the air.” Elisa kept her eye on him as she quickly undid the locks and bolts. The door flew open and she reached out and grabbed John by the arm and pulled him inside. She shoved him against the wall and began to pat him down. She leaned her head against his shoulders and inhaled the scent of his cologne while her hands undid the bottom buttons of his shirt.

“Hmmm,” came from her.

“Hmmm what?” He asked.

“Hmm I don’t feel any weapons.” She padded him down to his ankles and slowly rose back up gently gripping his legs. She gave his butt a small squeeze before her hands brushed up his thigh getting close to the center. She heard him moan.

“You enjoyed that?” John spun around.

“No I-well you went too far up my thigh and I felt the way you grabbed me bum.” The sound of her laughter caused his mouth to curl into a frown. “What is so funny.”

“Your bum. Come off it Castaway, or should I say Jon Canmore?” John’s jaw dropped.

“How did you know?”

“I’m a detective. Why are you here?”

“I need to talk with you.” He peeled off his gloves.

“About what?”

“The party. What did you do to me?”

“I thought it was just me.” She held out her hands to accept his gloves. “You felt dizzy and had blurred vision as well after that kiss we shared?” She waited for him to nod. “We are both infected.” Her fingers brushed against the top of his knuckles. Despite the fact that he wore glove they were a bit cold. “It has to be freezing outside.”

“It is,” John agreed. “Really coming down.” He pointed to her skylight. Dozens of snow flurries were pelting against the glass.

“I guess you can stay until it eases up. You can take off your coat as well.” She entered her kitchen. John undid his coat and threw it on the couch before sitting down. Cagney trotted up to him, bells were jingling on his red and green collar.

“What did she do to you?” he asked when he noticed the small set of antlers on the cat’s head. Cagney just stared at him and hissed. “Fair enough.”

“Would you like something to drink? Cocoa, cider, peppermint tea?”

“Tea sounds good about now.” He looked around the apartment. The detective hadn’t prepared too much. Two stockings were hanging. A tiny wreath over the door, a small tree in one corner, a few candles and holly on her table and a few porcelain angels on the coffee table. His focus returned to the television. Bill Murray had just doused the waiter in water thinking he was on fire. John chuckled. “I really like this movie.” He said when Elisa returned with the two cups of tea. His light blue eyes became glued to her form. The soft curves of her body, her flowing dark hair, those luscious lips, and amber eyes. “God you’re beautiful.” He gasped.

“What?”

“I don’t-” Elisa interrupted.

“You said I was beautiful.”

“I don’t know what I’m saying.” He grabbed his cup and began to drink. The warm minty beverage burned his tongue, “Ouch!”

“It’s hot.”

“Aye it is.”

“It’s coming out again, your natural accent.” She finished when he raised his golden brows.

“Oh, hard to cover it when I’m stressed, or in pain or when I’m in the presence of a beautiful woman like yerself.”

“You just said I was beautiful, twice.”

“Well you are. I can see why Jason was enamored wi ye.”

“Well thank you I guess.” She looked at him. He was as attractive as his brother, good strong jaw line, high cheekbones, dazzling blue eyes. His hair was nice when it wasn’t gelled back. “You are pretty sexy looking yourself.”

“You are just saying that.”

“No I’m serious,” She slid closer to him. “Don’t women hit on you all the time?”

“Jason gets all the women. I’m just his baby brother.”

“I’m sure you received some fan mail when you were that reporter.”

“Well I’d by lying if I said I got none. I like this.” His arm slowly swept behind Elisa and cradled her shoulders.

“This what?”

“Us not fighting. I mean I still hate gargoyles.”

“And I’m still friends with them, although I don’t think I love Goliath anymore. I feel like I’m falling for someone else.”

“Who?”

“You. I can’t stop thinking about you since we kissed.”

“That was nice wasn’t it?” He took another sip of his tea. This time it didn’t burn.

“I wish we could have gone deeper.” She traced the inseam of his pants with a fingernail. John nearly choked on his beverage. “Are you all right?”

“Fine,” He sputtered and reached up to wipe his mouth.

“I’ll take care of that.” She took a hand and brushed a few drops from his mouth and sucked her fingers.

“Oh God,” He moaned as he watched her. Feeling his heartbeat rise he cradled her face and looked deep in her amber eyes. Elisa stared back a full second before she placed her mouth against his. The world turned upside down in John’s mind while he kissed her. “Deeper like that?” He asked when they finally separated.

“No more like this.” Her fingers curled around the collar of his shirt she pulled him back towards her and lowered her lashes. Her lips parted briefly before she twittered her and head pushed deeper in to the kiss. His tongue penetrated her mouth and she returned the favor tasting the entire inside.

“Oh John,” She breathed when his kiss left her lips and began to travel her jaw line toward her neck. “I want you badly.”

“Aye,” He gasped between pecks. “I cannae resist yer charms.”

“I love that accent. It’s so natural, so sexy.” Elisa gently nibbled on his chin while she brushed her hands down to his chest and quickly undid the top buttons of his shirt. Once she ripped it open she made her kisses travel down to his neck to his chest. Her mouth found one of his nipples and brought it into her mouth.

“Cannae believe,” John was already panting. “Cannae believe this.” He couldn’t believe it, and he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. His fingers raked through her soft dark locks while she suckled. He wondered if she would bite it and hoped that she would. A tight pain formed between his legs where his erection threatened to rip through his pants. Her fingers found his zipper and pulled down. ”Here?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Here on the couch?”

“Hmm-mmm,” She shook her head and removed her mouth from his chest. He looked deep into her warm eyes. Elisa stood up and pulled him up from the couch before pushing his back against the wall outside of her bedroom. Her mouth found his again while she griped his firm large shoulders. John’s hands swept up her shirt and undid the hooks of her bra. Elisa slowly backed into her room dragging him with her. She peeled his shirt off his back and heard him step out of his shoes.

They stopped a few inches from the bed where Elisa pulled off her top and John helped her removed the rest of her bra. His hands cupped both of her honey colored breasts causing her normal soft nipples to become hard. John rubbed his palms on top of them and under before taking a nipple between his fingers.

“Your turn,” She whispered before he kissed her again. “Your turn to taste.” The Quarryman leader massaged her breast a few seconds longer before he traced her nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. He slowly suckled while his lips brushed against the soft skin of her breast. With gentle care he nibbled causing the detective to moan his name. He heard another zipper being undone. He looked up at her smiling face and felt her hands pulling downward on his pants.

John picked her up and placed her on the bed while removing her blue jeans. His own pants slid off as he crawled in after her. Elisa was beautiful, every part of her was lovely including her under wear. Red cotton panties trimmed in lace. Beautiful and sensible just like her. Elisa Maza, he just wanted to say her name over and over. The way his mouth formed the words made him feel like he was kissing her, tasting her.

“Elisa Maza,” He breathed. The lovely woman who owned the name opened her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Elisa whispered.

“Nothing. I just like saying your name. Like sipping a fine wine.”

“Hmm John Cast-no, Jon Canmore. I can say your name all night.”

“Aye,” He retraced her body with his fingers down to her shapely hips before he pulled off her saturated undergarment and tossed it to over the side of the bed. Elisa spread her legs giving him enough view and room of her succulent center. John maneuvered himself to where he was in the middle of her legs and grabbed onto her hips before he brought his head down. He started by indulging himself on the clear liquid that had collected on her thighs before his mouth made its way to her nectar soaked lips.

Elisa panted while she felt his mouth move in a cyclone fashion towards her bulls eye that reminded her of water going down the drain. The small hairs above his mouth tickled while he sucked, licked and gently nibbled, not a laugh out loud tickle. It was the good kind, the kind that she liked. She held her breath and closed her eyes when she felt his tongue touch her inner pink nub.

“Jon! Oh God Jon!” Elisa felt she was getting closer to release when her fingers found his hair and pulled his head up. She stared at his handsome face while he licked his lips. “I need to feel you inside. I need you. I need.” She didn’t have to finish her sentence. His green briefs ended up on top of her red panties. She admired his enlarged manhood, the way it seemed to point at her. “Been a while.” She still felt the heat of the fire that burned inside her but she just had to touch it. “And it has been a very long time since I felt one of these.” She reached over and stroked the foreskin that formed a hood on his large Scottish Claymore.

John closed his eyes halfway at the feeling of her fingers massaging the extra skin that was still intact. He felt the small squeezes and the gentle way she pulled to see how far it would stretch. He opened his mouth to let out a few moans and “Elisa’s . He felt himself getting close.

“Elisa I need,” He said opening his eyes. “Ye need, I cannae hold back.” Elisa legs embraced him. Her ankles locked at the small of his back before pulling him down on her. He entered her without a second thought and took in the warm feeling of her inner walls before pulling out and pushing back in. He kept his rocking slow and steady, not wanting to fire off to soon.

Elisa enjoyed the rhythm of his thrusts as they rocked together. She was close to release and wondered how close he was when she felt him fill her up with his seed.

“Love ye, love ye love,” He breathed as they continued. She felt the throbbing sensation inside her increase as he brought up his speed by a notch.

“Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Goooooooooood! Jooonnnn Canmoooooorrrrrre!” she howled his name while she released more of her nectar and dampened the area between them. Their short hair soaked up most of the liquid.

John opened his eyes. No one had ever howled his name in bed before. Specially not a woman as beautiful as Elisa Maza. Her lovely blue black hair was flowing over her pillows her warm brown eyes were closed, but her lashes were fluttering from his ministrations. A woman this lovely would never have even moaned his name but Elisa howled out his. A woman who had both soft curves and muscle tone. She looked less like a human and more like a vision from a classic painting, and here she was beneath him with her legs wrapped around his waist and he was inside her.

“More please,” He whispered, not skipping a beat in his bucking.

“Don’t ever want to stop,” She responded.

“All night?”

“All night.” She opened her eyes and glanced into the sea of blues that were his before he closed them again. She watched the emotions he made with his face. The small crease that formed in his forehead and the way he smiled. The bangs that once formed his flip were gone, but she could still see some of his old hair style as he rode her. He had filled out a bit once he became Castaway, developed some muscle tone. His well toned body was shining from the sweat that had formed making him look like a Greek God.

“Faster,” She gasped. “Jon make me come again.” She squeezed her thighs a little more while his speed increased. She was going to explode like a cherry bomb again. She could feel it. Her hands found his wrists and she gripped hard while the fireworks went off inside her. Elisa cried out his name again before she sat up and sank her teeth on one of his nipples.

John opened his eyes and readjusted his legs so that they were under her thighs as they continued in their love making. He smiled at the feeling of her teeth against his skin before he released once more into her. They continued in that position for nearly an hour before changing. No part on the bed escaped the feel of their entwined bodies as they continued all through the night

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Elisa heard music. Run DMC’s “Christmas in Hollis” was playing on her radio alarm. The first thought that had entered her head was that it was Christmas Eve. She had to pack a few things before would join her family who were going to spend Christmas in the Labyrinth with Derek. The other though hit her heard, and the feeling of a warm breathing body next to hers with his arms wrapped around her confirmed it.

Elisa opened her eyes and saw the face of John Castaway next to hers. He appeared to be peaceful as he slept. In fact he almost looked like a little boy. She took a deep breath before speaking.

“John?” His eyelids fluttered

“Hmmm?”

“We have to, uh talk.”

“I’m up,” He opened his eyes before narrowing them into a glare. “Oh bloody hell it wasn’t a dream.” He retracted his arms to himself

“No it wasn’t. That is why we have to talk.” While she kept the sheets over her breasts she sat up and inched away from him. “Let’s state the obvious. We had sex last night, repeatedly.”

“We are never going to do that again right?”

“You got that right, but why did we?”

“We wanted to. We craved each other and,” He shut his eyes. “I enjoyed it.”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, the fact that you are attractive might have played a factor.”

“You are easy on the eyes as well. Does this mean you haven’t given up on humans?”

“I don’t care about race, religion, or sapient species. It depends on who they are on the inside.”

“Oh isn’t that nice. Except for the fact that those monsters-”

“Don’t, lets not argue. It’s Christmas Eve.”

“Fair enough.”

“And the British Façade is back.” She shook her head. “We still need to talk. John we had unprotected sex.”

“Don’t worry I’m clean.”

“I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“Then what? Oh good lord. I hope I didn’t get you pregnant. I want my child to be another Hunter, but I know you wouldn’t like that.”

“If you were only going to go after Demona, then I guess it would be all right.”

“We both agree she is evil then. At least we have something in common.”

“But there is still the possibility of me being pregnant.”

“Don’t have to worry about that,” A voice of a little girl said. “In fact you will be expecting your usual visitor in three days.” Both Elisa and John turned towards Elisa’s doorway where a white haired small child dressed in red, with bells, was floating in mid air.

“What in the world?” John asked.

“Another one of them third race members,” Elisa sighed. “Shouldn’t you be on Avalon?”

“Oberon allowed me to be here.”

“You said I’m not going to be pregnant?” Elisa sounded a bit relieved.

“Yup, you’ll be surfing the crimson wave soon.” John’s draw dropped.

“My word young lady do you realize how inappropriate that was?”

“She’s probably over a thousand years old.”

“But she is just a child.”

“A child of Oberon. Faeries and magical folk are real. Haven’t you noticed she was floating?”

“Crikey, you’re right.”

“So you two don’t feel guilty,” Poinsettia explained. “I put a spell on you two so that you would briefly fall in love with each other.”

“Ye little brat!” John shouted. “Ye put a spell on me to sleep wi a person that I hate!”

“I turned your hate into love, cause isn’t love better than hate?”

“I don’t care if love is better than hate,” Elisa said. “You just don’t mess with people’s minds and emotions.”

“Hey it was your kiss that activated it,” Poinsettia pointed out. “Have a happy holiday folks.” She faded out.

“Magic,” John rubbed his eyes. “It was all magic.” Elisa handed him his underwear and pants.

“You can borrow my shower if you want too,” Elisa said.

“I’ll wash when I get home.” He zipped his jeans and searched for his shirt. “It’s outside the room.”

“With your coat and gloves.”

“He’s going to kill me.”

“Goliath? No, he will understand it was some interfering little faerie.”

“Not him. Jason. I got farther with you than he did.” Elisa bit back her mouth to keep from laughing. “Traitor?”

“Yes?” She turned back towards John.

“Merry Christmas.”

“You too.”