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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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The Firemind was clever enough to realize if he went to see his little librarian right away, she might become suspicious of her seemingly random encounter with the Architect of Thought. So he brought into play his millennia of patience and managed to wait until the next day. In order to avoid notice, he didn't make an appearance in the athenaeum until well after sun down. Even then, there were still a handful of workers present when he made his entrance. They stiffened in surprise and bowed their heads as he passed, he nodded in acceptance of their obeisance as he continued on his way. They were undoubtedly wondering what had brought him there, but they would not dare to follow him.
            He found Lorissa at work in the same area of the library, only this time there was a mountain of tomes, vellum, and folders piled around her. She was intently peering down at a scroll, brow furrowed in thought, oblivious to his presence until he said, "Still diligently cataloging Transmogrification I see."
            She let out a most undignified yelp and flew up out of her seat, sending the scroll flying through the air. He sincerely hoped it wasn't a valuable spell but could hardly blame her for any damage it sustained thanks to his juvenile impulse to frighten her. She sent him a baleful glare, her hand on her chest as she stammered, "My liege what on earth are you doing here?"
            Niv-Mizzet chuckled to himself, pleased with the unguarded response. That had been the whole point to scaring her, he found he was amused by her impertinent honesty. "I just wanted to make certain you were able to help an associate of mine that I sent to you the other day."
            A circuitous way of bringing up her introduction to Jace, which the dragon did not want her to know he had orchestrated. On occasion he liked to entertain himself with pet projects and she had become one of his latest. There was the added bonus of meddling in the affairs of the Mind Sculptor, which the Dracogenius couldn't resist.
            Of course his query had the subtly of a sledgehammer if she was at all suspicious, but the blank look she gave him indicated she wasn't. "I have assisted several dozen people in the last day, my lord. Which do you refer to?"
            Apparently the library saw more traffic than he'd realized. "Ah, I was referring to the Memory Adept. He likes to dress in blue."
            She still looked confused until he mentioned the clothing color. Then her eyes widened and a definite flush appeared. "Yes, I retrieved a scroll from the vault for him yesterday."
            The dragon took a moment to carefully study her, taking note of her heightened color and alarmed face. Something had obviously occurred, how delightful. "Excellent, I hope he was polite to you. He's known to be a bit fast with his mouth."
            The flush on her cheeks darkened perceptibly, how very interesting.
            For her part, Lorissa was remembering how very fast Jace had put his mouth to work on her. She hadn't minded one bit, at least until after he left. Then there had been hours of recriminations. She'd had mind blowing sex with a man she hardly knew, on the job. Anyone could have walked in and caught them and she would have probably been fired. She had worked her ass off to obtain and keep this position. She would never find employment like this again and she had risked it all for a pretty face, drool worthy body and talented hands. There was also the small fact she didn't even know his full name, making her feel like something of a slut. Oh, not to mention how he simply vanished after banging her senseless. Sure he'd mentioned something about possibly meeting up again, but she knew very well he was just talking about on call sex and not dating. They'd used each other mutually although she hadn't exactly been in her right mind at the time, being utterly swept away by his overwhelming magnetism.
            She'd spent the rest of her day at work lost in a daze and had finally gone home out of sheer frustration once she discovered she had misfiled the same book for the fourth time in a row. Nix had greeted her with his usual enthusiasm, meaning she had been forced to wrestle with the great cat a good fifteen minutes before he allowed her to change into more comfortable clothes and settle into her evening routine. Normally she'd read a good book, pause to make herself dinner and finish the book up while taking a relaxing bath. Last night she had stewed over her stupidity and vowed in future to not let her head be turned again so easily.
            Of course her body wasn't so willing to forget about Jace. He'd turned her on like no one ever had before and pleasured her so well she was afraid no other man would be able to make her feel that good again. And they had only had sex once. It was a very troubling realization to say the least.
            Sometime near dawn she had finally managed to stop remembering the feel of his hands and mouth on her body, falling into a restless sleep. This morning she'd only woken up on time thanks to Nix leaping onto the bed with enough force to make her fall out of it. Landing face first on the floor had gotten her to rise for the day albeit with ill grace. The smug cat was completely unrepentant, demanding his breakfast and morning adoration.
            The day at work had passed uneventfully, except every time she had to go into the vault she had flashbacks to the day before. She was pretty sure she could catch the faint scent of sex on the air, but no one mentioned it. She'd kept herself so busy she had little time to think of the man, but now here was her guildmaster reminding her about him. The last thing she wanted to do was have graphic images of Jace in her mind while speaking with the dragon.
            "He was perfectly civil," she finally answered, no longer able to meet her lord's gaze.
            A boring but appropriate response given their relationship, but Niv-Mizzet found it unsatisfying. He wanted to know what had transpired. Perhaps he should have remained linked to the insignia he'd given to Jace, but the nature of their conversation at the time had suggested they were about to become intimate so the dragon had cut the connection. Now he was left with no clear knowledge of the outcome and no way of discerning the truth without seeming suspect. This was an unanticipated drawback. He decided to withdraw for the moment and bid her farewell, already formulating his next plan.
            Lorissa watched him go with a sense of relief. It was never good to have the attention of a guildmaster unless one was strong enough to survive such a peril. As a mere mortal completely untrained in combat, she didn't fall into that category. She turned back to her work, determined to put Jace from her mind. Even if she wanted to see him again, she had no idea how to find him. It was better that way.

            On the other side of Ravnica, Jace Beleren was contemplating yet another petty crisis between the Boros Legion and House Dimir. Apparently several of the soldiers had been found assassinated and both sides were pointing fingers. He'd spent the last hour listening to their guild representatives snipe one another and finally dismissed them to consider the matter. As a result he had a headache, but he drafted down a brief ruling and sent it off by messenger before lying down to sleep it off.
            Of course the instant he tried to relax, his thoughts immediately returned to the incredible sex he'd had the day before and his cock hardened. Now he had a headache and he was frustrated. Perfect. He reviewed his options and quickly decided since he had no intention of seeing the girl again so soon, if ever, he'd have to deal with his immediate problem himself. With a sigh he reached down and unfastened his pants, palming his aching shaft as it sprang free. He closed his eyes and deliberately thought about Lorissa, how hot and wet she'd been, how she clawed at him and screamed for him and begged him for more. He started stroking himself hard and fast as desire washed over him, pleasure streaking from his erection up along his spine. He remembered her smell, her taste, the way she writhed against him with vivid clarity. His hips rotated as he jerked himself off, panting as the orgasm hit him with unexpected speed and intensity, seeming to last forever. His eyes flew open in disbelief as he stared at the mess he'd made on the bed. He hadn't gotten off that fast from masturbating since he was barely a teenager, and he'd never come that hard before when he wasn't having intercourse.
            What power did she have over him? Why did she turn him on so much? It was illogical and Jace refused to be controlled by his lust for her. Even though he'd told her they might meet again, he had no intention of making that happen now. He had no room in his life for an affair, especially with a woman who might be able to consume him if he didn't watch his step. He'd already been down that road once before and it led to nothing but trouble. He'd made promises to himself about how he'd conduct himself around women, how much trust he'd put in them as well as how close he'd allow them to get. His past was riddled with betrayals and he wasn't in any hurry to forget the lessons he'd learned quite bitterly.
            The women he currently associated with on a personal level were all kept at a safe distance emotionally and psychologically. He'd share dinner, laughs and a bed with them but nothing more than that. Often they didn't even know what he really looked like, he had a face set aside for those meetings for discretion's sake. He preferred to come and go as he pleased, it was much easier to do when he was wearing a different appearance.
            There were other things in his life that mattered more to him. Knowledge and magic had always been his strongest passions and while he'd been burned out by many of the events he had seen over the last several years, he still had a love of learning. He also held a position of incredible responsibility on Ravnica for the time being, one that took up most of his spare time and energy. He was content with his life for the moment, he didn't need anyone coming along and disrupting it.

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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