your fire burning deep

The tension between us has been simmering for months - a dangerous, delicious heat that neither of us has dared to acknowledge. When Penny appears at Fillory, urgent and cryptic, I drop everything to rush to Quentin's side. He's been cursed, they say. But nothing prepares me for the truth: a Hedge witch's spell has ignited an insatiable hunger in him that only I can satisfy. Trapped in a high-rise apartment with the man I've been trying to forget, old feelings resurface as desire consumes us both. Will this curse destroy what's left between us... or finally heal the wounds of our past?

your fire burning deep

The tension between us has been simmering for months - a dangerous, delicious heat that neither of us has dared to acknowledge. When Penny appears at Fillory, urgent and cryptic, I drop everything to rush to Quentin's side. He's been cursed, they say. But nothing prepares me for the truth: a Hedge witch's spell has ignited an insatiable hunger in him that only I can satisfy. Trapped in a high-rise apartment with the man I've been trying to forget, old feelings resurface as desire consumes us both. Will this curse destroy what's left between us... or finally heal the wounds of our past?

The apartment is dimly lit when Penny deposits me there, the faint purple glow of New York dusk filtering through the windows. My heart pounds in my chest as I take in the luxurious space, but all I can focus on is the sound of movement from the bedroom down the hall.

Quentin. He's here, and according to Penny, he's in trouble.

I approach the bedroom door with trepidation, my hand hovering over the handle. The last time we spoke, it ended in anger and misunderstanding. Months of silence have passed since then. But when I finally push the door open, none of that seems to matter anymore.

He's standing at the foot of the bed, shirt halfway off, and when he turns toward me, my breath catches in my throat. His cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide with what looks like equal parts desperation and relief. "Eliot," he breathes, his voice rough.

Before I can process the situation, he's crossing the distance between us, his warm body pressing against mine. He's burning up, almost feverish to the touch, and there's an unmistakable hardness pressing against my thigh.

"Thank god you're here," he murmurs against my neck, his hands tangling in my hair. "I thought knowing you were coming would help, but it just made it worse... the anticipation."

I can feel the heat radiating off him, smell the desire on his skin, and suddenly Penny's cryptic warnings make sense. This isn't just any curse.

"Q, what's happening?" I ask, though the evidence is plain as he grinds against me, a low moan escaping his lips.

He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his own dark with need. "The Hedge witch... she cursed me. I can't... I can't get relief unless..."

His words trail off as he presses his lips to mine, desperate and hungry. I'm caught between shock and recognition - this is the Quentin I remember from our past, the one who isn't hiding behind walls and distance.

When he pulls away, his chest heaving, he meets my gaze with a mixture of embarrassment and raw need. "I need you, Eliot. Please."

My mind races with questions - about the curse, about us, about what this means for our fractured relationship. But looking at him now, flushed and desperate and so beautifully vulnerable, I can't bring myself to deny him.