📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 53 (Patreon)

Content possibilities: original content, w/w(?) or overall queerness, fluff, angst, hurt & comfort, asexuality/demisexuality, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening, stuffing, nausea, gender ambiguity, partially male presenting pregnancy, transphobia, dysphoria, depression & suicidal thoughts, parental conflicts, use of alcohol and other drugs, birth, demons, religions & mythology (diverse), cursing, belly focus

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Part I Acts: 1-3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 l 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Part II Acts: 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 28½ | 29 | 30 | 30½ | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 41½ | 42 | 43
Part III Acts: 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 53

Mary

The remainder of the date unfolded just as smoothly and enticingly. Even more so,  considering that they knew they were experiencing it as an official couple.

They finished lunch and dessert, then relaxed for a while in the quaint garden, resting in the late-afternoon sun on a picnic blanket while enjoying music on Mary’s smartphone. SShe had asked Mel what she wanted to hear, and she suggested Dinah Washington, Frank Sinatra and Julie London. Mary hadn’t known about the two female vocalists before, but they sounded amazing. Their voices and tunes wonderfully complemented the atmosphere.

After taking another short stroll to the local store to get some candy, they went back home to play some board games in front of the cozy fireplace while conversing about delightfully unimportant topics and munching on the confectionery.

Others might have considered it boring, maybe. But it was everything to Mary. Overwhelmingly exciting in its own way. And it seemed to fill her date - no, her girlfriend - with joy, too.

With this, the afternoon went by, replaced by a lighthearted evening, then a warm spring night. Mary didn’t just feel like her presence was nothing more but a footnote in somebody else's story, like usual; but that she was welcomed to take room in another person’s life. That she was welcomed to stay.

Eventually, though, Mel brought her back to reality and dampened the magic a little by saying:

“Marijntje, as much as I enjoy our evening, it’s getting rather late and I’m worried that you don’t get enough sleep because of me.”

“You don’t have to worry about that at all,” Mary quickly replied nervously, but then she realized something. “But… wait. I am worried about you. You have a performance tomorrow, right? Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot about it.”

Melodie laughed, but in a sweet, calming way. “Why, don’t worry. It won’t be too late if we go upstairs now.”

‘Go to upstairs now’, her words echoed in Mary’s brain, activating strong sensations all over her body.

Melodie was under the assumption that they would sleep here. Together. In one bed. As an official couple now.

She couldn’t even look at the bedroom before because the mere thought was too much, hearing Melodie talk about it so casually made Mary dizzy.

Her breathing became more labored. She could actually feel drops of sweat starting to gather on her forehead.

She scratched her head to conceal the fact that she was cleaning them off.

“That’s the thing, I haven’t rented it for the night,” Mary said.

“Ah, that won’t be an issue, my little dove. I’ll resolve it with the owners tomorrow and come up for the new expenses.”

She was such a sweet gentleman.

“That’s… that’s not it. I just can’t.”

Melodie looked at her questioningly, waiting patiently for Mary to continue.

She wasn’t sure how to. She didn’t want to end the date on another streak of sorrow, but she also didn’t want to owe Melodie an explanation. So eventually, she decided to talk.

“My father wouldn’t allow it. He’s always so worried about me, and always wants to make sure that I’m close to him, especially at night. And if I’m not, at least one one of our domestic aids should be. Our secretary, for example.”

Melodie’s expression was impossible to read. She just looked at Mary, not responding, clearly having thoughts of her own. Hopefully she didn’t hate Mary’s father right now.

“Believe me, I’d love to stay here with you. For a night, a week, even longer. And I’m sure I’ll get there. I just don’t want to overwhelm my dad. It’s all new to him, too. And I’m sure once he trusts you, he will be okay with me staying with you.”

For a moment, it looked as if Melodie wanted to comment on something. She dropped it, however.

It made Mary even more anxious. “Please don’t be sad or angry at him. I know this all sounds unusual. Probably worse than it is. Which it really isn’t. I’m sorry I ended our date with such a glum topic.”

“It doesn’t have to end right now, my love.”

“But, your performance -”

“I can handle it. Sometimes I stay up till the morning hours, practicing tricks or being forced into some boring, but important celebrity get-togethers. So staying up a little while longer for my girlfriend is a pleasant matter of course.”

Mary wanted to disapprove, but Melodie didn’t let her, saying instead: “How about we watch a movie to complete the evening? You still owe me one with Marlene Dietrich.”

Mary gave in. Gladly.

They cuddled up close on the couch, with a blanket wrapped around them. Melodie sitting upright, Mary with her naked feet pulled up, leaning sideways onto the tall magician, taking in her warm body and alluring scent.

Mel even took Mary’s hand and placed it on her firm bump, taking away any potential inner struggles Mary might’ve come across during the movie. She did it with such casualness that Mary almost didn’t feel any embarrassment.

The black and white movie “Shanghai Express” was of antiquated quality and ideology, though Marlene Dietrich was, indeed, enticing.

Everything was so comfy, making Mary feel safe and protected, that she soon fell asleep while gently stroking Mel’s belly, missing out most of the movie.

When she woke up again her surroundings had changed; Cold air and darkness caressed on her face, like a sheer piece of silk, and the tinny voices of the ancient actors had been replaced with a steady mechanical hum.

Groggily, she noticed that she was in Melodie’s car, wrapped in her own poncho that she had gifted to Melodie on their second date, and another warm blanket that smelled weirdly charmingly like mothballs, old wood and Melodie.

Who, sitting as handsome and dashing as usual next to her behind the wheel, noticed her awakening. She lifted her hand from the gear shift and snuggled it between the warm fabrics to hold Mary’s hand.

“Go back to sleep, my love.”

How did she get here? What had happened to the cottage? Mary wanted to ask, but overpowered by almost unnatural tiredness, she only managed to mumble a few incoherent words.

“I took care of everything, don’t worry.”

And it truly sounded like she did, putting Mary back to ease. She wanted to use the last remaining moments to talk, connect, or at least enjoy Melodie’s presence a little longer - but she was just too tired. Too intoxicated with Melodie’s absolutely safe presence, that left her no choice but to give in.The last thing she saw was her charming smile full of care and the tiny little snake poking its head out under the blankets, then she fell back into a deep, relaxed sleep.

The next time she woke up was in the early morning, in her bed, alone, in her hotel room.

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Story written by RoseVirage

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