She was so damn close. He could almost taste her essence in the air. He knew he had partly been the cause of this, the first spell had been the most powerful probably, but still… he would have been attracted to her anyhow and of course he would have wanted a chance to get between her legs. He was a male, he was crude like that, but… the quick follow up of conjuring had his mind hazy and his body felt as if it would explode with each beat of his heart. Basically his heart pumped so hard he could hear the beating of his eardrums. All the while he tried to keep inconspicuous that he was already sporting a thick bulge in his sweats. Thank the lord that he hadn’t worn anything very tight for the round of running…<br/><br/>Was this going to be the end of his search? He hadn’t really taken that into account. What would he do when he had that sacred artifact again? When he could confer with Set, the main god of the Egyptians, probably the one Christ had referred too, Zeus for the Greeks… What would the next step be? What would follow after this yearlong journey now that he had reached his destination? For a quick moment he stiffened up, she’d probably think he was hurting himself, but to him the sudden epiphany that this was the end and that he didn’t know what would come after, was enough to shake him.<br/><br/>She didn’t smack him away when he touched her ass. And that was probably what got him back to the here and now. The roundness of that curve was amazing. He knew she was fit, he had seen the pictures. But it seemed she was pretty well perfect. He knew why he was so turned on, but her hand that started slowly to move her hand that was on his chest. Those slender fingers spreading to feel the hitch in his breath each time he stepped onto that painful foot. She was maneuvering him to the bench even though he had asked if they could find a place where they had ice.<br/><br/>That hand now was on the top of his abs. Perhaps she had resisted the urge to push lower, but the walk and the way they hopped along the path had made sure she could feel that first part of the pack of hard muscles. He grinned when she spoke with her sweet voice. “You’re a lifesaver, silly.” He interjected before she could get out that he surely hadn’t tripped on purpose. Which was exactly the case. The ‘belle fille’ sounded so damn sweet as she started rattling off about the park and the damn bad footpaths which had made him crash down to the earth. “They’d better heighten the paths a little, with some earth undernea… heh. Never mind.”. He hadn’t expected himself to give that answer. That British accent of his… she must imagine that every Brit knew a thing or two about gardening, which surely wasn’t the case. Half of the Brits lived in crappy apartments in London City. No… he was the son of a landscaper, or gardener, or whatever you wanted to call it. So he had been instilled with this sort of useless knowledge for a very long time in his childhood.<br/><br/>They reached the bench. He hopped the last few steps as they ended up in front of it. Then he half near fell on it. Dragging her along by the body weight. “Ah… fuck…” he grunted. He was stretching his painful leg already as he was watching. Sitting up. The man next to her was fit, quite fit. He had kept up his vicious training cycle of the SAS after washing out of the service. “I think it will be better in a little while… I need ice though… “ with that he leaned back on the wooden bench. “I guess I’m stuck here for a little while…”. He prayed, to whatever God, that she would invite him home. That had been the ploy anyway… but she had just steered him to the bench.