Sacred new beginnings

LOCATION Zitora's home
DATE 14th of March 2021
TIME early evening
OUTFIT link
TOPIC FOR @Frederik xx

It had been a hectic couple of days. Almost impossible cases and on the top of the iceberg, she found herself trying not to stress over the fact her friend was a part of af kidnapping that had already lasted over a month. Frederik's sister being missing as well, had made her cut some of her cases aside, the ones she could trust in the hand of her co workers without a doubt. Ever since a few weeks ago with the whole Ethan episode, she had given Frederik a keycard to her home. She liked him being around. It felt like she actually returned home and not just back to her place to sleep and eat. Besides, she had grown very fond of the handsome witch. This morning she had asked if they could just have take out and wine for dinner, so that was what she was excited to go home to. Some thai from the best place in this part of town, and one of her favorite wines - it was how she pictured it in her head at least.

Finally, she parted the car and went to the elevator that took her up to her apartment, opening up the door. Her eyes scanned the area as the door closed behind her, and she placed her bag on the closest counter. Stepping out of her high heels letting her feet breath, before her eyes met his. Her face lighted up in a smile. "See, this, this I can really get used to," she confessed to the fact of him being here when she got home. Zitora walked over to him, letting her arms wrap around his waist, while letting her eyes remain locked on his. "How was your day?"

It had only just been a month since Frederik and Zitora had met, and Frederik had already incorporated himself in Zitora’s life. And today, with all the hassle, there had been for so long, they had agreed on thai and wine. Frederik had even gotten off his work for Felicity early, just so he could set up the table with some lights and prepare as much as he could before Zitora would get home.
Right now, Frederik stood in the kitchen with a tablet device adding different things so he could order it, so Zitora hopefully didn’t have to wait for too long with getting dinner. But at the same time, it shouldn’t be cold when she arrived. When he felt like he had everything they needed, he went to the page where he should pay for the things he had ordered, and just as he did that, he felt how Zitora’s presence got closer. He straightened back up and approached the entrance. He heard the door open and shortly after how she took her high heels off. He turned around the corner and their eyes met. The smile he carried went from one ear to the other. “This, as in me being here when you get home?” he asked teasingly, just to get her to be specific. Maybe she had already smelled the lit candles and it was what she wanted to get used to – he didn’t really know. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and he wrapped his arms around her torso. “There wasn’t much to do today, so quite down to earth,” he replied, “Felicity let me go early,” he said before he gave her a small peck on the lips. “What about your day?” he asked and stroked a hand gently through her hair.

Her smile grew wider by the way he placed his hands around her torso, "mmh, that is exactly, what I meant," she responded with a lower more sensual voice. It was a long time since she had gotten someone to go home to, so she hadn't realized how much difference it meant for her till coming home and Frederik being there already. Of course things had been hectic, and it was a blessing in disguise for both of them sharing somewhat the same experience with someone being kidnapped at the moment. Hopefully, they could have just one night where they could just let that go for a few hours. Not caring about the world outside these walls. Down to earth days, she didn't even know that term at work. There was almost never a quite day. Zitora smiled by the mentioning of Felicity letting him go early, "lucky me," she let a small smirk brush over her lips just before he gave her a small peck on her lips. Zitora's smile grew brighter. "Busy, got a new client - it's quite the case," she chuckled a bit, feeling bewitched by his presence. "But, that's how I like them," she added with a brighter smile. There was a reason she was one of the best for her age, giving her ability she had some way to make credit faster. "Yet, I have to confess coming home to you, has been what I've been looking forward to the most," Zitora confessed with the same low sensationel voice, as she licked her lips a little keeping her green-blue eyes locked with his.

Frederik smiled and hummed satisfied and sensual as she confirmed that she explained that it was him being there when she got home that she could really get used to. He understood why, and almost like a pet to its owner, Frederik was very happy to see Zitora when she got home.
He couldn’t help but replicate her small smirk as she said Zitora was lucky that Felicity had let him go early. He raised his brows interested as she explained that she had just gotten a new client. It was always interesting what was going on with her clients. Once again, he hummed slightly, “I know,” he mumbled with a flirtatious smile. He chuckled as she explained that she had been looking forward to coming home to him. “I would be lying if I said I haven’t been impatient,” he said chuckling a bit. Impatient might’ve been an over exaggeration. “And to that,” he said and eyed towards the kitchen, to where the tablet with the order was. “I was just about to order take out thai,” he said with a soft smile. To him, takeout thai was almost way better than homemade, because when you bought it from restaurants they always made the ingredients just right, and fiddling with so many different things to eat was just too much of a hassle to make it homemade.

Zitora raised her eyebrows slightly playful as he said he had been a impatient, having her chuckle a bit. Her eyes follow his to the kitchen, where the tabled was placed on the counter. She turned her eyes back to him smiling a bit brighter. She had almost for a second forgotten all about food, then again, she never really had a routine when it came to food - sometimes she was just too busy to bother. This time is wasn't that, it was just him distracting her. Like there was this powerful energy between them as he still had his arms around her. Zitora lifted her left hand, letting her index finger trace over his jawline, to turn his attention back on her. Zitora appreciated the action of being about to order dinner for when she got home, but there was something else she had been looking forward to all day, not there was any second guessing when it came to Zitora. Despite not always being the most open book, she chose to be around Frederik, whether it was a choice or just him tumbling into her life and being just what she needed - see that was another good mystery. Zitora leaned in, closing her eyes as she placed her lips tenderly on his. The kiss was short, intimate, and left her longing for more despite being the one to break it. "Mmh, could definitely get used to more of this too," her lips broke out in a bigger smile, waiting a bit before opening her eyes again to look at him.

Her indexfinger traced his jawline, making him look back at her. He felt like clay, being molded by loving and caring hands. “No takeout?” he wondered. It wasn’t like he was confused of what she was doing, but he just wondered if she didn’t want it right now. She kissed him intimately, making him close his eyes as he enjoyed it. But it didn’t last long before she broke it and told him that she could use more of that too. He opened his eyes looking into hears and his teethy smile grew. “Oh really?” he whispered seductively back at her letting his hands slide daringly down along her back. He didn’t want to pressure her into anything, but something about this just made him feel like this could end up with a sealed bond. “Good thing I won’t run out of stock,” he replied placing his lips back on hers intimately. His kiss was only a tad bid longer than hers, “We can order later, if you’ve been looking forward to something else?” he mumbled only a few millimeters from her lips.

It wasn't for the fact that she didn't want food, nor was hungry, she just had something she had looked forward to more than food, and that was spending time with him. "Yeah really," she responded with a lower more playful voice, Zitora wasn't shy, and she liked the sensation of his hands sliding down along her back. A small chuckle left her lips, before she once again felt his lips upon hers, and she kissed him passionately back. The kiss was broken and she folded her lips a little, while looking a him listening to his suggestion. "I've been looking forward to get out of this outfit all day, so I don't know, maybe you want to help me out of it," she asked with a more cheeky smile, tracing her indeks finger from her left hand over his collarbone as she headed towards the stairs up to the bedroom. She actually did just want to change into something more comfy for the evening. The only reason why Zitora had been patient and waited was because she found it unfair to him that his fate was sealed to hers. Zitora stopped half way on the stairs looking at him, but without saying another word she moved further up the stairs and moved into the master bedroom. Walking over to the small drawer to take her earrings out, necklace off.

He raised his eyebrows slightly as she mentioned she had been wanting to get out of the outfit all day. A flirtatious crooked smile stretched over his lips. She wanted him to help with getting her out of it. She teased him only by letting her index finger trace over his collarbone, right where her name was written. And then she turned around to approach the stairs. He was left completely stunned by her moves. He was out of air and didn’t really believe what she had said and done. As she stopped midway on the stairs and looked at him, it was like he unfroze. He grabbed the nearest wine and two glasses before he followed her towards the master bedroom. As he got inside. he placed the glass and flask on a desk before he moved over to Zitora, standing behind her. He with one hand he moved her hair away from her shoulder and onto the opposite side before he gently kissed her behind her ear. As usual when he touched her, it was a pleasurable electrocuting feeling. Kiss, by kiss, he worked his way down her neck. The free hand, which didn’t support her hair, slowly slid down along her side and as it reached her hipbone it slid towards her stomach, right where her skirt and shirt met to slide underneath her shirt where his fingers got to touch the skin of her stomach, filling him with more of the electrocuting feeling. The way she had teased him just a moment ago made her irresistible.

He walked up behind her, feeling his hand as it moved her hair away, feeling his lips behind her ears, making her close her eyes for just a moment. Zitora took a deeper breath in, feeling how his lips worked their way down her neck, leaving her sigh a bit as todays stress seemed to be haunted away from her always so tense shoulders. The other hand sending vibration through her body as it slid down her side and reached her hipbone, pulling her closer to him, making Zitora lean herself more against him, bewitched by every single touch. Zitora had found it remarkable that they had been able to keep their hands somewhat to themselves for this long, she wasn't usually the one to go slow - and tonight was the downfall of the slow race, because like always: Zitora knew what she wanted. His touch like electricity running through her veins, only leaving her with a feeling of wanting more. Feeling his hands on her skin. How could a touch make her feel so powerful, like this energy could consume her with enough strength to overcome everything. Together they could take over the world if they wanted to. She was sure of it. "I'm in love with you," she whispered closing her eyes for a second. Zitora was usually not the first one to speak up about her feelings, but if death and horror of the last few years had taught her anything it was that sometimes you had to grab your happiness and mold your own future. No one was going to give it to you, so better mold it the way you wanted it. "And I want you." She opened her eyes letting her eyes search for his as she looked slowly to the side. She meant it, but it was also important for her to look into his eyes and let him know she meant it.

She leaned up against him while he held and kissed her. She told him that she loved him which brought a soft smile to his lips. There was literally nothing about her he didn’t love. Everything from her stubbornness to how she reacted when he had ordered food for when she came home. There was absolutely nothing he didn’t like about her, and he was quite sure that there would be nothing in the world that would change that. Nothing. If he were ever to meet with Quentin, he was sure that even he couldn’t change Frederik’s mind, and even if Frederik wasn’t a witch, it wouldn’t have changed at thing. He was so sure of it. “I’m in love with you too,” he mumbled softly against her skin. He was quite sure she already knew this, having easy access to his mind.

I want you.

It immediately sent shivers down his spine, making him stop just for a moment. It got him excited, making him look up at her. Was she serious? By the way she looked at him, there was no doubt. His lips left her neck and shoulder to meet with hers. “Then I’ll give you my everything,” he whispered to her letting his hands leave her shoulder and stomach to meet with the zipper in the back of her skirt. It was like unwrapping his first ever present as an adult. He was excited but still one hundred precent sensual and calm when he unzipped it and let his hands slide underneath, making it drop from her hips and fall to the ground. His hand grabbed around her hips quite satisfied with the touch. One hand slid across her stomach, holding her close to his body, the other slowly slid down towards her private regions – but only for a short notice. His hands found their way back to her hips and turned her around so he could kiss her. Unless she wanted to undress him a bit, he let his hands tighten their grip a little on their way up underneath her blouse until he could get it off her throwing it to the ground. For now, he didn’t think about the mess they would be making, his thoughts were only about her.