Jenna sighs softly as he pulls her top down just like she wanted and then she can feel his hands directly on her skin and they's still this stupid bra in the way but she can wriggle out of that enough to expose her breasts and then he's touching them and it feels so good and she leans over more to press her body against his, feeling his hands running down her back and over her body and feeling his muscles and his strength and how it feels against her own skin and the feeling of his breath as he breathes in and out and she's probably breathing just as quickly and she can feel her heart pounding in her ears and it doesn't matter, she wants him and she kisses him and lets him kiss her and moves her hands down his back and explores further, further, she shouldn't go too far too fast she won't she won't but she wants more and and she wants him her promise to herself seems so very silly and she moves closer to him, as close as she can in the car like this, and it feels so good but she wants more, to feel their bodes pressed together, their hips pressed together, to have their arms legs bodies entangled under sheets kissing and touching and feeling and doing and... and... she knows she doesn't want more, not tonight, but she really wants more, wants it anyways, but this is important and she shouldn't do more, not yet, even if she wants to beg him to drive to his apartment and feel their bodies against each other, feel like how this feels, but more, their bodies, already pressed so close together, feeling so warm and hot his hands down her back on her breasts on her body kissing and kissing and kissing and kissing and the way she feels when he kisses her neck and the sounds he makes and the way he reacts to them, everything. It feels so incredible and she doesn't want it to end and she knows it will knows it can't get further than this but she wants it to and she wants to go just a little bit further and reach below his waist but she shouldn't but she wants to and she can do it next time and just concentrate on what's going on now, on their bodies and their hands and the sounds he makes and how he breathes and moves and his body in the dimming light and how much she wants him and how he wants her and how good it feels to have their bodies like this, and... 

...and he's kind of forgotten, now, about his earlier intention to help her stick to her resolution of not going too far tonight, because he can feel how much she wants him and he can make her want him more, not even using magic, he just knows exactly how to touch her, and he's learning better all the time, and it's so good she's so good he's so utterly enthralled by all this wanting, by the things he can do to her with his hands and his mouth, by the fantasies he reads in her mind, by the sounds she makes and the pleasure she feels.

He discovers, somewhere in the midst of all this, an even better game than the game of turning her on and making her want him: certain kinds of touches, done in just the right way, that make her feel things in places he hasn't touched at all. He's not sure whether this is something her body is doing, or whether she's just so turned on that she's getting phantom pleasure, or whether that even makes sense as a question, but he likes the challenge of figuring out exactly what to do to make it happen, to make it keep happening, to make it happen more, to make her feel those fantasies of being laid out in his bed and kissed and touched and fucked.

At first, it's just the ghost of something that Jenna feels between her legs, hardly noticeable or important amidst all the need and wanting and desire she feels, all the hot kissing and and touching and breathing and feeling their bodies press together and his mouth on her mouth on her neck on her breasts his hands down her back pressing and touching and her own mouth and hands returning the same in kind, gasping and moaning together, dreaming of heat and tangled sheets and pretty bedspreads twisted as they tangle themselves together, a constant annoyance with the shape and size of the car making it harder to do things only slightly tinging the glorious and joyful and incredible experience. But sometimes, when he touches her, it grows. And grows and grows and grows as he touches her and soon she can't ignore it can't tune it out and it feels incredible amazing and she knows what it is what she's feeling the few sneaky dirty surreptitious times she had, feeling nice and happy but only a shadow of this and feeling worse after but this is nothing like that was, she's not touching herself and he's not touching her there he's touching her there and there and it's making her feel things there, making her feel and feel and soon it's all she's thinking about, letting him touch her kiss her pet her brush against her press into her in all the right and perfect and incredible ways that's making her feel like this, it feels amazing, wonderful, spectacular, and she's not even thinking about where she's touching him anymore when her hands stray down and that doesn't matter either she wants more and she knows he can feel that can read her just like she's reading him because he gives it to her. More and more and more and more, making her gasp and shudder and moan and shake under his touch, the feeling between her legs in her crotch growing and growing and getting closer and closer and closer. An incredible, wonderful, spectacular feeling, soon to be cresting to... well she knows what but it will be soon and she wants it to be soon and she wants it to be never, she wants this to never end and she wants it to happen now. 

Oh it's so good when she has feelings. Making her feel things is the best. It's incredible, it's so much better than hurting her, he feels so powerful and so in control and so—accomplished—it's a real challenge, doing this to her, and he's trying and learning and succeeding and every time he gets it right she feels more things and—fuck—it's honestly better than sex, he's never felt this good with his cock in someone, not even Valerie—

He wants to make her come and he wants to draw it out longer and he doesn't know which one he wants more but he's not good enough at this yet anyway to be able to choose his moment precisely. He keeps touching her, keeps chasing that feeling, keeps building on it as well as he can until he finally tips her over the edge.

Jenna gasps and moans and screams as it builds and builds and builds and then it's with a mixture of joy and relief and regret but mostly joy and passion and release she orgasms, comes, whatever it's supposed to be called but who cares because it feels so fucking good and she's sad it's over but she's so so glad it's happening and this is amazing and Sean is amazing and all of this was is amazing and she's so happy and it feels so incredible and then it peaks and softens out and she gasps and breathes and leans on Sean gasping and moaning and shaking at the exertion, suddenly realized sweat all over her body sticky and tired and happy and good, leaning on him regretting things but only a little, only just a little, because this was incredible amazing spectacular and she's so happy to have met someone like him, unless this is what it's always like, if this is what it's always like no wonder her mother was so worried about her being easy and running off with a boy. This can't be what it's always like, people would be doing it to the exclusion of all else and they'd hardly... done things. He's so incredible. His sweaty skin feels good and safe and warm to lean her head against and so she does, panting and needing a rest and taking it, letting herself relax on him, happy and spent and happy. 

He wraps his arms around her and closes his eyes and wills her clean, gradually enough that she hopefully won't immediately realize that magic was involved, snuggling her as best he can given that they are in a car. It's a very nice car but it's still a car and not super optimized for snuggling in. But she's very very good and he needs to be hugging her right now. He squeezes her gently and kisses the top of her head.

It is not in fact very well organized for snuggling whatsoever and now that she's not blinded and overcome with incredible joy and only has just a sort of floating bliss it's a lot more annoying than it was a couple of minutes ago, making her shift and shift and shift to try to find somewhere comfortable to be in his amazing and wonderful and spectacular arms and it's never perfect and it's annoying but still worth it and she feels so good being held and gently kissed relaxing in the delight of that experience. She gets more and more comfortable as the sweat slowly dries off and she finds a position that's comfortable and she relaxes into him, feeling his chest rise and fall and feeling her own breathing fall into line with his. She doesn't understand how any of this can be this good. It was so wonderful. She wants to do it again. Later. Much later. She probably shouldn't do much more with him tonight now that she has just a bit of sense back and wow did she go further than she thought. But. She's rather happy with the outcome. And she's more than content to lay here relaxing in his arms for the next while, until she isn't. Which may be a while. 

Yep, cuddling in this car sure is difficult and logistically awkward. But so fucking worth it.

He holds her and pets her and kisses her forehead and watches her thoughts and feels her skin against his and thinks about how to introduce the subject of him having magic powers. He wants it to be something really special. Jenna is so good when she's happy. But first he should wait until she's had a while to relax and snuggle him and recover.

Now that she's found a comfortable way to lay in his arms, and all the sweat has dried off in the really good air conditioning of this incredible car, Jenna is more than content to take the time to relax in his arms, her thoughts wandering astray on school and classmates and parents and what they'd all think and circling back to him and the experience and then being in his arms and circling back out to what she's going to do for class on Monday and the essay she really needs to write tomorrow and then circling back in. But more or less just stay relaxing there, without a need to speak, feeling like she can understand him just fine and he her, because they do, until she probably does need to go in a bit, in like 10 or 15 or 40 minutes or so. She's perfectly happy to relax here for a while, though she'll probably get up sometime soon. Eventually. 

Mmmmmmshe's so good.

Okay.

He squeezes her gently and murmurs, "Hey, question. What's your favourite dessert in the entire world? Like, totally ignoring whether it's even possible to get your hands on it, what's the best one?"

Jenna is confused for a moment about why he's asking that it's a really weird question but then she guesses realizes understands that he's probably going to take her out for dessert? Or at least, that's what it sounds like. If he's asking her out she should probably limit it to deserts on campus or at least in the city somewhere at this hour at night but he is rich and can get all sorts of things and maybe he knows a secret underground desert shop in an alley with the kind of entrance you knock on and have to give a password and lit inside by neon lights across the ceiling or maybe more of a 50s diner vibe and why is she imagining the secret dessert place that probably doesn't exist when he asked her about the actual dessert? Still even if he does have a secret dessert place he probably can't get her mother's incredible apple-studded banana muffins covered in a crust of butter and brown sugar and cinnamonspice or that one double decker ice cream sundae she had when she was seven with chocolate and vanilla and whipped cream and caramel and chocolate sauce and brownie and banana and strawberries and sprinkles and the cherry on top which her friend's mother shouldn't have let her get and she devoured and threw up 10 minutes later but it was so worth it, but he did ask what would she actually would want, and she might mention those things but also there's warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream melting down the side, cold and warm and sweet and just the right amount of tart and that would do really well in this warm weather if the ice cream was cold enough, or well actually since it was so cold maybe one of those soft ice cream sandwiches with cookies and chocolate chips that her mother never allowed her to buy no matter how much she begged though she had no idea how that would taste though she could guess. And gosh, the best one, there was that one cake she had at a friend's birthday that was just chocolate all the way down, three layers and covered in M&Ms so she could smell it across the room and that had been amazing but that's such a simple thing, no, what was the best? "Um, give me a second to think, there's a lot to choose from, she says," looking back at him and smiling, still floating a little bit on a cloud of bliss. "Why do you ask?" She could guess the answer but she wanted him to say it and then she could maybe figure out what she wanted and tell him based on that. 

Gosh, so many options.

"You'll see," he says, smiling a little. "Gotta pick one first."

She playfully sticks her tongue out at him and then blushes just a little when she realizes what she's done, she's acting a bit more friendly than she should with a boy, a boy that she just did such things with, and it's probably cute but also she's embarrassed and forward and shrinks a little but he's smiling at her just a little and she knows it's almost certainly alright. Regardless, desserts! She flicks her mind through the options she's already come up with and others, warm chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven sprinkled with sea salt, peanut butter pie studded with chocolate kisses with oreo crumb crust the way her mom used to make, her own birthday cake that same year with chocolate and banana cake layers with butterscotch frosting, but honestly the best was still probably those muffins, warm and fresh from the oven, falling apart in her hands. Those muffins are incredible. She might as well tell him the truth, even if there's no way he could get them for her, and then they can get something more realistic. She smiles at him and goes to open her mouth to tell him and—

—then his eyes glow gold with a fiery edge and he's holding a little plate with a muffin on it, which he cheerfully hands to her.

What. 

It looks the same it smells the same his eyes glowed she never told him he read her mind he's magic how is he magic she knows there's no such thing as magic but there's a muffin in front of her and it's her mother's muffin still warm from the oven smelling of banana and apple and cinnamon and wants to pick it up and put it in her mouth but you don't eat fairy food and also he's probably not a fairy he made her feel such amazing incredible impossible things before he could be a demon an incubus which Jenna knew wasn't really but there's a muffin on a plate in front of her a muffin that cannot possibly be here so maybe he is an incubus and he seduced her and maybe he ate her soul but she feels pretty much the same and she doesn't know what's going on but she's terrified and excited and curious and scared and she backs away towards the passenger door and puts her hand on the handle and doesn't take the muffin even though she wants to because it would be delicious but she doesn't know what it would do. 

"Okay," she says, very very slowly and carefully, fingers threading into the handle her body tensing to move to run to flee even if he's magic maybe she can escape if she has to he's amazing there's no good reason to believe he's evil other than the fact that he can do magic and even if she was scared before he can be magic and good he doesn't have be magic and evil even if all the stories she's ever heard are about magic and evil. "What just happened? How did you do that? What did you do to me, before?" The words and questions want to pour stumble out of her lips but even as her mind runs in circles adrenaline pulls her actions into icy focus and she says them carefully, enunciating, one word at a time.

"I can read your mind, but I'm not a demon, I'm just a guy with magic powers. I haven't even had the magic powers that long, I got them the same day we met. I can make stuff inside my car because my magic powers work in places or on things that are mine. And—I was just reading your mind and the thing started happening and I was like wow that's amazing I wanna do more of that, I wasn't planning on it or anything and I didn't do it by magic."

Her mother's words echo through her mind, "beware the honeyed words of the devil, for he shall tempt you into sin", even as her grip relaxes on the handle. There's no good reason she needs to think he's evil even if he has been reading her mind and leading her unto temptation and doing things to her that were amazing and incredible and lovely and very very sinful. She's scared but also so very interested this is magic and she wants to know everything and she kindof wants to eat the muffin even if she's worried about it. "Why exactly should I trust you?" She asks out loud and why is she doing that when he can read her mind and he's still reading her mind and she flickers through all the sexy horrible things she's thought about that she doesn't want him to know she's thought about and so shouldn't think about and then realizes what she's done and blushes crimson. But there are more important things than that right now. "I suppose you haven't done much to make me distrust you every except the mindreading thing, which is cool and all, but still really a big thing." She eyes the muffin again. "Also, is there any reason I should be afraid to eat this? And you better tell me the truth."

"There's no reason to be afraid of it, it's literally just a muffin. As for why you should trust me... man, I don't know. Do you want to read my mind?"

She really shouldn't have a bite she really shouldn't she doesn't know what's going on but it's there in front of her cooling and smelling incredible and he said it was fine and he hasn't really done anything wrong yet other than read her mind which maybe isn't that bad and he did offer to let her read his in return. Jenna gives him a wary look at takes the plate, still staying close to the door, and takes a bite, enjoying the feeling of the too-hot topping still cooling bubbly not quite yet crispy on top burning her tongue in such a familiar way, an explosion of cinnamon and sugar, the taste of the warm fluffy banana muffin falling apart in her fingers, the hot explosion of tart juice and flavor as she bites down on a chunk of apple, the memory and taste and joy flooding into her mind. It's her mother's muffins, for sure, recreated by magic by this cute boy who might be a fairy and might be a vampire or a demon or devil or incubus or some other kind of magical being and she might taken back to his lair to have horrible horrible wonderful things done to her which she should not be imagining especially when he's probably still reading her mind and she blushes bright red and glares at him a little, unable to fully appear as angry or as cross as she wants to be because the muffin is just like she remembers and she's scooping up another piece off the plate and chewing on it deliciously even as she glares at him worried and terrified and maybe just a little bit excited and this is magic and she wants to know so much more but she needs to make sure she's safe first for sure.

"Is there any... is it dangerous to read your mind? Will it do anything bad to me or convince me of anything bad or let you take my soul or... or anything like that?" She reaches down and takes another delicious bite of the sadly cooling but still very very incredible muffin which he pulled out of her mind.

He watches delightedly. Her reaction to the muffin is even better than he hoped. It's so good when she likes things!!!!

"Awwwwww. No, nothing like that. It's like—you just know what I'm thinking, that's all, it's like talking but faster and more honest. And better at saying what I really mean."

Jenna takes another bite of muffin, looking longingly at the crumbs left on the plate, chewing slowly. She probably shouldn't mop them up with her fingers like she normally does she's on a date with a boy but there's weird things going on and she's probably going to anyways because this muffin is amazing and delicious. "Alright, fine," she says, still eying him carefully, wary but curious and a little excited wanting to know and curious to know what reading his mind will be like and what's going on with the magic and what she's gotten herself into even if also a little bit scared and maybe terrified and maybe she shouldn't be as into this as she is and maybe that's the devil pulling her in but she has to know. "It would probably be really helpful, please." She puts the plate down still with crumbs that she'll get to in a minute that she doesn't want to spill with whatever shock and waits for it to hit her. Whatever it is.

"Okay," he says.

His eyes flash gold, and—

The first thing that hits is how much he likes her. The bubbly delight he feels when he sees her enjoying the muffin; the warmth and affection and intense joy wrapped around his memories of getting her off.

He's nervous that she won't like him anymore after this. There are a lot of things not to like about him. But—he's so tired of hiding—if she won't like him anymore once she knows everything, then fine, good, he'll miss her but he'd rather miss her than lie to her—

Except that it's not that simple, because the world out there is terrifying. He remembers the condition he found Dani in. Someone did that to her, and Sean has no idea who they are or what power they have or how it works, and—he can't take the risk of letting Jenna walk away knowing about his magic powers if she might tell someone, not with that kind of danger waiting out there—he'd have to hide the memories and only let her have them when she's in his car—and then what if the version of her with full knowledge wants to break up with him, does he have to figure out how to dump the other one, that sounds terrible—and on top of that what if Jenna got caught by those same mysterious forces somehow and they messed her up like that, that would be awful, but he only knows one way to protect her against it and he's pretty sure she won't want to belong to him—

Ok that's really a lot.

The amount he likes her is almost overwhelming, she blushes very very fiercely red when she feels it, the sense of his joy at who and what she is and how she feels and how she thinks and what she thinks (still something to be wary of that he knows all this but just the same) and it's cute and wonderful and gratifying and extra embarrassing and blushy and mortifying about the part where he managed to get her off like that and how it felt for him and for her and how much she loved it and her mother's voice echoes in her mind again about compelling lies but really he's sweet and good and she's curious and how can he be feeling like all of this if he's evil, if he's lying they're very very convincing lies and maybe that means she's going to hell in the hands of the devil to be tortured for all eternity or selling her soul or who knows what but she's curious and if this is how the devil gets her then well she wants to know and really that kindof seems to be unfair.

And then there's the part that she won't like him anymore, the bundle of fear and worry and regret and there's a giant bundle of things about him that she can't see but knows that he's pretty sure she'll hate her about them and he wants to tell her and he's scared and he wants to tell the truth and she wants to know it even if he's scared about what will happen because it's more important to him to tell the truth to her no matter what because lying feels so awful to him, and he's so sure that she'll hate him after and that's worrying and she wants to know what it is he's so worried about telling her and it seems like he's going to anyways and she'll miss him too, probably, this has been so wonderful but she'll be so cross if it turns out this was leading her on kindof...

And then there's that image of what happened to Dani what she looked like what her mind looked like what had been done to her and how awful and how despicable it is and she doesn't need Sean's own anger at it to know that it's wrong, it's so wrong, it's disgusting and despicable and horrible and whoever did that should burn and Jenna has literally never felt this way about anyone so viscerally before well she's almost certainly but whoever did that to anyone deserves hell. She understands his worry and she doesn't want to forget any of this and she's scared but she understands the complicated knot of caring and worry about her mind and her memory and there's no way a devil could be like this it's too convincing and real to be fake no matter what her mother keeps trying to whisper in her ear and she understands him and what he wants and his desire and need to protect her and her feelings and worry and he's cute and sweet and wonderful and it seems like she's somehow stuck in some weird teen romance and she's a little miffed about that and she isn't sure what to do next but find out what he's afraid of her knowing but is going to tell her anyways and try to keep an open mind because he's probably more scared than he needs to be and it's magic and it's amazing and it does seem like she can opt out of this and forget it all even if there will be a breakup and the breakup will be awful and she'll never ever ever know why.

"Alright," she says slowly, still hearing her thoughts, and knowing he's hearing his, a strange incredible echo chamber of worry and caring and all of that being reflected right back at each other, still watching him be amused and happy at the way she thinks and the worry that he'll never get to hear it again and the fear about what she'll think of him and everything else that makes him him. "Alright that's... a lot." She relaxes a little, and moves away from the doorhandle in a sign of trust because he's really trusting her even if it would have been nice if he'd asked before he read her mind. "We should figure this out then" and even though they're both communicating mind to mind some things are just easier in words even if she can see the thoughts in his head going from place to place and he knows what she's going to say before she says it but it's still better to put things in words because words are there. "We should very much figure this out. Let's, well, let's start with what you think I should know about you" since that's the most important thing that seems to be missing and changes a lot of decisions and everything hinges on whether this should keep happening or stop happening or if she should run far away and pretend this never happened or what.

Sean does not, personally, believe in demons, although maybe after the way he got his magic powers he should probably start. It's weird seeing Jenna see him through that lens—and it's wonderful how she believes him, doesn't think he's evil, at least not yet, that she's willing to hear him out—and that she agrees with him about what happens to Dani, and that she understands him, understands the way he feels about her—

When she speaks, he listens, and he's so so glad she trusts him, and he's pretty sure she's about to stop.

He takes a deep breath and hugs her and kisses her forehead, and then lets go and sits back because he doesn't think she'll want to be touching him for this next part.

The thing is, he's not a good person. He is in fact by many definitions a very bad one.

(He remembers what it's like to hurt people, in brief but vivid flashes of lust and violence and power.)

And—he's trying something new, here, he's trying not hurting people, and (he remembers what they did together just a few minutes ago, how good it was) as far as he can tell it's better, and it's certainly more honest—he's ruthless enough to use mind control and memory editing to protect himself or to make his life easier but he doesn't like to, he wants the people he hurts to know that he hurt them, and be able to have their own reactions to that, and form their own conclusions about it—and the way his power works, he can make people his, and be able to use his power on them anytime he likes, and he wants that a lot, it's one of the best things there is in the world, and it means he can safely let them leave his car with their memories intact, but it only works if they agree of their own will, he can't mind-control them into it and he doesn't want to trick them into it so that means that if he wants to own someone and they'll only agree if he promises not to hurt them he'd better make that promise and stick to it—

And—

His eyes flare gold, and he restores her memories. And he's afraid she'll never want anything to do with him again, and he's certain beyond doubt that it would be fair for her to never want anything to do with him again, even though he's sorry, and he is definitely sorry—she's so good when she's happy, it wasn't worth it, hurting her felt good but if that momentary pleasure makes her never want to speak to him again then the cost was too high and he wishes he could go back and make it not have happened but he can't, he did that, it will always be true that he did that, being sorry doesn't make it not real, regretting it doesn't make it not real, being sure he'll never hurt her again doesn't make it not real, taking her memories away doesn't make it not real, nothing makes it not real because it is.

Jenna wants to know what he means by being a bad person and then she does know, and she backs away a little bit and shudders at the sudden revelation of his sadistic tendencies, the desire to hurt and make them feel things and she understands where he's coming from and why he's trying to explain it and explain that he's trying something else now because he can still get a similar sort of thing a different way, a better sort of thing, according to him, and he's taken other people and she only get little flickers of who they are and she's just a little bit jealous and worried and confused but she's still listening or whatever you'd call this it's not really listening but it certainly is a listening sort of thing and that doesn't really matter anyways she should go back to listening or whatever this should be called.

And then with a dawning realization and a little bit of fear she starts to get a sinking feeling in her stomach when she realizes what he might have meant about wanting people to know about it, about what he meant with hiding before, how he doesn't want to hide and this is him not hiding and how he doesn't want to trick her and he wants her to know exactly everything and even though he's promising in a sense not to hurt her but there's a small sense of anymore attached to that that she's suddenly dreading when she realizes what it might mean...

And then she's no longer dreading what it might mean anymore, there's no more might about it. 

Jenna has a moment of disorientation as the memories flood back into her mind, hot and burning and pain and terrifying and blood and ew and pain and rape and everything that was only a few minutes but he made her forget and then he had the gall to like her and find her cute and want to date her the asshole rapist sadist demon wizard who raped her and took her out on dates and pretended everything was fine and she was no one the wiser and she kissed him and he's still in her mind and the very thought of having been tricked like this having him in her mind reading her like this when he gets such joy out of her makes her sick, the whole thing makes her sick, the awful games he played with her and it doesn't matter that he regrets it, what kind of a person does things like that and then purses her afterwards like this, it's sick. It's sick and he's still in her head and she wants to run and leave the car but she knows she won't be able to even with her hand in the handle again he can't let her leave remembering all of this and her choices are to either always know or never know and the version of her who would never know would... she would cry and feel awful and this is a horribly unfair position to be put in, forcing her to make a choice like this. Everything was beautiful and perfect and it was all a lie and she can see just how much that thought hurts him and she thinks it again to get him out of her head, liar liar liar liar liar....