Supernaturals. It was a word contrived humanity, whose field of vision could only see so far in front of their face. They spun stories around things that lived on different planes, only seen when the veil between worlds was thin, or when a lone something passed through and wasn’t careful. Then there were those born between both worlds, or were sensitive to it, or belonged to it and born on the wrong side. That, he knew, was how the term witches came to be used. Warlocks. Magus. Shaman. Sorcerer. Enchantress. The list went on regarding how many different words could be strung together regarding those who could utilize magic through the ages.<br/><br/><br/>And how ignorant they all were.<br/><br/><br/>Humans did live such short, violent lives. They forget the things of the past or convolute them, creating myths and legends, founding incidence on religion. It was how it started to all make sense to them. They created a reality for themselves where the bogey man was a figment of a child’s imagination used by parents to scare their offspring from being naughty little boys and girls. Probably a good thing, in Pace’s opinion. He might have worn a human skin because of where he was at, but forms were switched out as often as coats, if he preferred it. The term male was also fluid and was only identifiable by the skin, muscle, bone, and tissue that formed his body. Including the pulse of blood that stiffened his cock and made him shift up just that much straighter in his chair once her attention dropped down to it.<br/><br/><br/>Grinning, Pace made a point to drop his hand down to the bulge that made the jeans he wore too tight and adjusted his stiffness. “And yet all I see in front of me is a lusty witch,” he murmured, dropping his hand away from his crotch and pushing his body forward, bright eyes meeting her own darker gaze. Still he felt the heat emanating from her body. He even saw how her muscles twitched before she lifted herself up and leaned across the furniture between them to grasp his jaw; solid, firm, radiating its own heat that seemed to come off him like a furnace. His eyes had a moment of time to dance down to her mouth before the tender pink muscle of her tongue lay flat against the corner of his mouth.<br/><br/><br/>He still couldn’t stifle the low groan that followed, or the fact that his eyes closed as the swarm of instinctual desires were upheaved right to the surface. His head turned to meet hers just as her mouth melted soft against his own firmer pair of lips. A hummed growl reverberated between them as he locked his mouth against hers, a forceful demand that flared to the surface and forced her lips to part for him. He kissed her deep, tongue probing into the wet cavern of her mouth to taste her, along with the lingering taste of ice cream and pie.<br/><br/><br/>His arms followed the motion of his mouth. One hand rose up to snake up into her hair, lacing through the silken locks as his fingers grasped the nape of her neck, holding her fast against him. The other looped around her waist and tightened as he pulled her up and forward, dumping her into his lap just as she started to pull back. His grip in her hair relaxed just enough for her breath to pant just above his, mingling close, before his hand wandered from her waist to one full, round globe, squeezing her ass cheek as he pulled her tight against his body.<br/><br/><br/>“Like I said, it seems that I have human witches taking advantage of me,” he teased, his voice low, a thrumming baritone, different from what it had been earlier. The eyes that dropped down to hers now had changed, brightened, the dark pupil almost swallowed by the drowning brightness of the rest. Watching her like a predator that had its next meal deposited right into its lap, his hand curved around the plushness of her ass, dragging her even more firmly against him so that the slow drag of his hips could be felt, and, more prominently, the hard length that was still trapped in his pants. “Kiss me again,” he instructed, though his own head was already dipping low, tracing the curve of her lips, then capturing them fully once more.