Willow's alluring whisper lingered against Jax's ear "Well after last time, it's only natural I'm more relaxed around you, Jax."
For a moment after she said that, neither of them moved. The interior of her tower felt insulated from the rest of the Dimension. Soft green light filtered through curved wooden walls grown from ancient trees, casting shifting patterns across the floor.
Jax turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting Willow's at such a close distance, and the Witches' gaze had a spark of invitation.
Jax immediately leaned in and captured her lips.
Willow's fingers slid up the front of his coat, gripping lightly before relaxing as she leaned fully into him. The scent of herbs and rain clung to her skin, mixed with something distinctly her, wild magic and midnight forests.
Her lips moved slowly against his, controlled yet warm, eager for more.
