Charmcaster Valentine's

>Location: Orlando, Florida
>Time: 2:00AM
>Date: ???

On a humid, ghastly night, you jolt forward, having been stirred from your peaceful slumber by a bump in the road. As you take a moment to find your bearings and catch your breath, your hand brushes up against the jagged, peeling leather from your passenger seat, reminding you of where you were before you closed your eyes.

“Hey there, Sleeping Beauty.” Charmcaster says while gently tapping you on the shoulder. Thankfully, her other hand is still on the wheel. “Did you know that you sleep with your mouth open? Had to check on you to make sure that there weren’t any bugs crawling in there.” she jokes.

“Given the state of your car, that’s a valid concern.” you retort, whilst desperately searching for a bottle of water to quench your thirst. “Where are we, anyway?” you ask.

“We are officially in Florida. And you, sir, owe me 5 Taydens.” she smugly reminds you.

Oh, right. You made a bet that her magic-fueled crap-wagon wouldn’t be able to cross the state line before breaking down. “Fine. You’ll get your change once we get there.” you groan with a roll of your eyes.

“If you’re looking for water, then we’re fresh out. Should’ve bought some more at that last gas station.” she reports without taking her eyes off the road.

“Well that sucks. How far until the next one?” you inquire, as you stare out the window and into the nearby everglades. The marshy wetland appears to swallow even the tiniest bit of light in its seemingly endless bog.

“Too far. But, I do have a water creation scroll somewhere around here if you’re that thirsty.” she suggests

“Ugh. Water from a dusty old scroll? No thanks.” you shudder.

“It’s just condensed water vapor, you big baby. Should be purer than any of that bottled crap that you chug down.” she retorts with a wave of her hand.

“Nah, just pull over. I’ll transform into Splash Damage and fill up a bucket with his hydro cannons, instead.” you propose in a sarcastic tone.

“You’d seriously rather drink from your shark monster’s filthy, pressurized water glands?” she asks, seeming visibly disgusted.

“Well, when you put it that way…” you groan, while reaching for the water scroll in the back seat. You’re actually surprised that you managed to find it so quickly amidst all the clutter. It’s somehow already damp. “Ugh. Buttons up…” you apprehensive declare, as you wring out the scroll over your mouth, squeezing out a generous amount of fresh water. Despite your griping, it’s actually pretty tasty.

“Hey, don’t be greedy! Save me some.” Hope protests. But by the time that she says it, you’ve already drained the scroll dry. That must have been the last of it.

Hope looks personally offended by your slight, but all you can do is swish the water around in your mouth, shrug and shake your head from side to side as a form of apology. “Oh, now you’ve done it!” she states, before slamming her foot on the brakes and bringing the car to a screeching halt.

You attempt to reason with your furious girlfriend, but you’re still struggling to swallow the copious amounts of water that had been dumped out of the scroll. With haste, she unbuckles her seatbelt, climbs over to the passenger seat and grabs you by your shirt. But to your surprise, she doesn’t hit you or cast a 1st level shocking grasp. Instead, she grabs the back of your head with her other hand and pulls you into a deep kiss. You can feel her tongue swishing around in the water, as she forcefully drinks from the wellspring that is known as your mouth. With each intense gulp, you feel the kiss growing more and more intimate. Even when a trickle of water dribbles down both your mouths and stains your shirts, you’re too distracted by the feeling of her plush lips to care. Even after the water’s gone, the two of you continue to lock lips for about 2 minutes. But eventually, she breaks the kiss, taking her warmth and your pleasure along with her. As Hope wipes her mouth with her sleeve, you can see her dark purple lipstick swearing across the magenta fabric, while she flashes you a sultry, knowing grin. She’s fully aware that she left you feeling all hot and bothered. And you’re pretty sure she feels the same way.

“Ah…” she moans. “That really hit the spot.” Hope proclaims, with her lipstick being slightly smeared by the engagement.

As you struggle to think of a witty reply, you notice a full water bottle shoved into the corner of the dashboard’s compartment. “Oh. I found another one.” you announce to her, while displaying the bottle and swishing it around. “Guess we won’t be needing this anymore.” you say, before tossing the scroll out the window and allowing it to dissolve. Since it’s expended its use, the waste takes care of itself.

“You still thirsty…?” Hope asks in a suggestive manner. And without giving you time to answer, she puts the car in park and shuts off the engine.

With a chuckle, you remove the bottle’s cap and pour the contents into your mouth. All the while, Charmcaster is loosening her coat’s strings and pulling it apart in order to grant you easier access. And just as fast, she climbs over to your side of the car, pushes you down onto your back with a gentle nudge from her soft, manicured hands and leans down to plant another passionate kiss upon your lips. With one hand on her waist, and another groping around inside of her coat, the two of you become lost in a fiery embrace as you let loose your inhibitions. You just wish that it could’ve been somewhere nicer than Hope’s magical crap-wagon.

Nevertheless, her client’s job will have to wait for now. But you're in no rush. After all, considering the sheer amount of paranormal activity in Florida, you won’t be leaving here anytime soon.