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the Project	By : theLureln Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 11901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic the Gathering characters or settings, anything else is mine. This story is not being written for profit.

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Jace Beleren was not in the best of moods as he made his way through the halls of Nivix. He rarely left a meeting with the Dracogenius without feeling as if he were one step behind the thinking of the mad dragon. It was an unsettling occurrence for a man who prided himself on being a master manipulator and planner himself. It was possible the guild master's borderline insanity was what enabled him to be so confounding. He had asked the dragon for a tracking spell, he was seeking a rare ingredient for the construction of a phylactery to store memories in. Niv-Mizzet had agreed to allow him the use of the spell for a price, an unnamed favor to be determined in the future. He intensely disliked owing favors, but the dragon would accept no other payment, so the Mind Sculptor had agreed with the condition he had the right to refuse a request he found unreasonable.
            Jace entered the library and began scanning the area for the person Niv-Mizzet had told him to look for. He had to search twice before he spotted her. Everyone else there was wearing bold colors of their guild on outrageous outfits, but she was dressed in comfortable clothing done in neutral tones. As he walked up to her, his first impression of her was that of a faerie or more precisely an ouphe, although she was still within the range of human height merely on the short side. She was small and delicate, with dark hair and eyes, pretty in an eye catching way once you noticed her. Her movements were quick and graceful as she darted around, completely oblivious to his presence until he was nearly upon her.
            She turned to look at him as his shadow fell over her, and for a moment they were both taken aback by how he towered over her. Her brown eyes met his gaze straight on, and the intensity of her arrested him as she asked in a dulcet voice, "May I help you?"
            The man in front of her demanded attention with his elaborate blue clothing that was flashy even in a library full of guildmages. He was tall and lean, with hair so dark that it gleamed deep cerulean in places and riveting electric blue eyes that eclipsed the strange white markings, possibly scars or tattoos, on his face. There was something familiar about him, as if she should know who he was, but she didn't. She wouldn't forget a man as handsome as he was.
            "That depends, are you Lorissa deCar," he responded, his voice smooth and self assured.
            His confidence was rather attractive, she was disconcerted enough by his appearance and demeanor to stammer slightly as she said, "Yes I am."
            Jace was amused by her reaction, no doubt such a low ranked practitioner was intimidated by his presence. His fame generally preceded him these days. He smirked at her out of habit. He was somewhat surprised the dragon had directed him to the girl since she was obviously just a bureaucrat, and out of curiosity he skimmed her mind.
            Despite his physical appeal, the smile he gave her was a turn off. This man was arrogant she realized with disappointment. Such a waste of a good fantasy she could have used while touching herself later.
            He invaded her thoughts just in time to catch the blatantly carnal image and the grin was immediately wiped from his face as his body instinctively reacted to the sexual picture. He drew his breath in sharply as he grew hard in an instant, suddenly aware of her in a much more primal way. He wasn't sure how to respond since he knew she had no idea he'd read her mind. Common sense warned him to keep such a detail to himself, and his baser instincts were telling him to find a way to get inside her. Used to being able to govern his urges, he was nonplussed to find it was difficult to recall the reason he was there in the first place.
            "Niv-Mizzet sent me to you for a tracking spell he has in his vault," he finally managed to mutter out between clenched teeth, doing his best to ignore the throbbing in his groin. He held up an insignia the dragon had given him, stating the archivist would recognize it.
            Lorissa was confused by the strained tone of his voice, but she knew the guildmaster's seal and the spell name written on it so she nodded at the man and said, "I can get that for you."
            "Lead the way," Jace replied, knowing he would be walking with a pronounced limp from his unruly erection and not wanting her to see it. He drew his cloak around himself to hide the obvious bulge as she turned and made her way across the library with him close behind.
            Despite the precaution, he felt several eyes tracking their progress since he was so highly recognizable. He only hoped they thought he was limping due to an injury. Following her allowed him the time to openly study her. She was slender, not at all as voluptuous as the women that usually managed to distract him from his never ending pursuit of knowledge and to a less intentional degree power. She was much shorter than he preferred and she was no great beauty. Frankly his reaction to her seemed absurd, even knowing she'd planned on masturbating while picturing him. He'd had kinky sex with some fantastic lovers. Why did he find her so exciting?
            He decided to probe her again, this time checking for her powers. Perhaps she was some sort of siren. He was astonished to find she had none at all. She was just a human. How on earth had she gotten a job as an archivist for Niv-Mizzet? He was still pondering that question as she glided to a halt before the vault and ran her palms over the surface of the door, which swung open upon recognizing her. He was transfixed by the motion of her hands, imagining them gliding over his aroused body. He cursed under his breath, knowing such thoughts were only prolonging his torture.
            Jace was a man of action as much as planning, and as he stepped into the vault, reeling from his attraction to her, he reached a decision. There were several pressing guild matters on Ravnica that required his attention in addition to his own experiments and he couldn't afford to be distracted. Better to just get this out of the way he realized as he hovered behind her, excruciatingly aware of her proximity, close enough to touch if he just reached out to do it.
            The day had started out normally for Lorissa. She'd gotten up, fed her Pride lion Nix, and headed to work. She'd spent the day continuing the organization of the transmogrification section of the library in solitude, unnoticed as usual by the guildmages who believed she was beneath their attention since she had no magic. Then this gorgeous man showed up and left her feeling nervous and flustered. She could sense him standing by her, so close his body heat seemed to caress her, his breath fanning the hair on the top of her head as she quickly located the item he was looking for.
            She turned around to give him the spell and her nose brushed his chest. Wow he'd been closer than she realized. She hopped away from him in surprise, her eyes wide as she glanced up at him. He was watching her with a hooded expression that made her nervous. "Here's the spell you were looking for."
            She placed the item in his hand and shivered at the contact, startled by how good the accidental touch felt.
            "Thank you," he replied, his voice almost bored as he handed her the insignia from Niv-Mizzet. "And now that's taken care of, I need your help with something else. I want you."
            He spoke the last three words softly, his voice dropping to a seductive pitch that was completely lost on her because she was so utterly disoriented by the words themselves. Her initial thought was surely she hadn't heard him correctly. He'd probably said I want you to help me with something else. Strange men did not proposition her, she was not the type of woman to inspire grand passion. As he continued to stand there, clearly awaiting a response, she realized she had in fact heard him correctly. Was this some kind of joke?
            "You don't even know my name," she blurted out, still confused and fairly certain she'd misheard him.
            "So tell it to me, I'll need to know what to call you by in bed," he said, his eyes pinning her in place, not a pickup line but a statement of fact.
            Well, that cleared up her earlier confusion. He was definitely trying to pick her up. Not for anything meaningful like a date, just sex. Still the man was delicious and she hadn't been with anyone in a long time. She found herself saying, "Lorissa" before she could think better of it.
            "You can call me Jace," he murmured, taking her response as an assent, reaching behind him to draw the vault door shut, sealing the two of them inside.
            Lorissa blinked as the door closed and he removed his cloak. "Wait a second, you mean right now?"
            He was charmed by her scandalized tone, her innocence as cute as it was disarming. For answer he gestured below his belt, where his erection was rather obvious even beneath all the layers of his clothing. "Absolutely."

            In his aerie at the top of Nivix, Niv-Mizzet chuckled to himself and shut off his link to the insignia he'd given the Mind Sculptor. The game was afoot.




A/N: This story is not being written for profit, all MTG characters and settings are property of WOTC. Anything else is mine.
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