He blushes. "Thank you," he says, not being certain what else to say to that. He opens his mouth to try and explain... but he isn't really sure what to say. You're just not supposed to be visibly turned on in public! Even though this isn't public and also the two of them are both entirely naked (minus a fidget toy on his wrist). It really does seem very silly of him. 

She squeezes his hand and nuzzles his shoulder and keeps walking.

And John keeps following! Feeling sheepish, but that's okay. 

Soon enough, the Witch Hut is in view again. "I should drag out another chair, I don't want you standing for twenty minutes..."

"I can sit on the floor, if need be," he says. But wait, is he doing the thing? He might be doing the thing. And he's not supposed to be doing the thing. "But if it's not too much trouble I would like another chair." 

"I have sat on that floor before while waiting for someone to finish their setup and let me tell you, I do not recommend it." She kisses him on the cheek and squeezes his hand.

Any minute now they're going to reach the shed and she's going to have to let go to pick up a chair... any minute now... any second now... she reminds herself that the goal of this enterprise is to belong to him again, and all of a sudden her stride is lengthening instead of shortening. A few seconds later, coming up quite close to the shed, she lets go of his hand and heads for the door.

John isn't sure at first why she's suddenly speeding up, but he's only worried that he did something wrong for a second or so: it's pretty clear she's excited, and it's not hard to guess about what. (He's also really excited!) He follows behind her, to see if he can help her with the chair at all. 

Nope, she's pretty practiced at grabbing a chair from the stack and unfolding it to set on the ground.

Well, that was easier than he was worried about. It was a bit silly for him to say she didn't have to. (It seems to be really silly for him to do that a lot, with her.) "You're going to head back out and set back up, again?" he asks. Hopefully faster this time. (He's seen her notes, it should be much faster. Hopefully waiting will be better, this time, at least. And he knows what he's looking forward to, now.

"Mhm!" Tiny excited bounce.

John grins. He could sit down in the chair now, and wait for her return. Or... he reaches over and pulls her a little closer and kisses her, again. He'd intended just a quick kiss for a quick temporary goodbye, but it's, well, taking a bit longer than he'd originally intended. (He might still be a bit, excited from what happened a mere handful of minutes ago. And thinking about it happening again in just a little while as well.)

Rosy, inevitably, kisses back.

She should really go set up the ritual. It won't happen if she doesn't do it. She's gotta.

...but kisses, though...

Kisses are very good. Kisses are so very good. Especially kisses where he's really turned on and thinking of things that he's going to do to her. (Tell her to kneel, tell her to spread her legs, take her (and his own!) virginity...)

But none of these things can happen if he doesn't stop kissing her. So, reluctantly, he gently pulls away. "I'll, um, be here," he tells her. 

"...yeah," she says, smiling wistfully at his lips. He's so good to kiss.

Okay. Yes. Pulling herself together now. Right.

She takes a steadying breath, and steals a quick peck on the cheek, and then slips past him to grab one of those plastic bins from inside before she sets off again down the path.

And now here he is, alone again and waiting. 

This shouldn't be as bad as last time. There's a lot less time to dwell on things (even if there is a bit more to dwell on). This time it's for real. And having felt the sense of owning her (which he now lacks, and misses), he wants it back again. Telling her to kneel and seeing her do it (and call him Master) was just an incredible rush. She's done similar things before, admittedly, but it was always her choice. Now, it won't be. 

Why does that last thought not sit quite right with him? What could he possibly be afraid of? He's not going to be bad to her, (even if he could), and it's only going to be for a week (at first), so if he's doing something catastrophically wrong somehow she'll be able to tell him (eventually...), and it's not like he's not going to keep asking her and just letting her speak her mind. He's not going to be like the people in the stuff he reads (no matter how hot that might be), so what is he even worried about? 

No. This is what he wants. This is what he wants. This is what he wants, and it's something that he never even thought would be possible (magic is real, and not only that, a cute girl likes him (loves him but he doesn't want to think too hard about that at the moment) and wants to use magic to make herself into his slave. This is so far beyond anything he ever could have thought would be possible. And it's really, really, really hot. (He's really looking forward to tonight.) He needs to stop dwelling on this. Time to sit in this chair (feeling slightly awkward about not wearing clothes but Rosy didn't put hers back on and so he's not going to put his back on (and it would be a waste of time anyways if he's going to just take them back off again)) and read more Ender's Game. And maybe blow up some spaceships if he needs to. 

It won't be long now. It won't. Rosy is going to be his, for real (even if only temporarily (for now)) and they're going to kiss, and, um, have sex (they're going to fuck he can think the word) and he's going to take her virginity while she begs him to do it (and lose his own in the process), and it's going to be the hottest thing he's ever done (and there's been so much of that lately, fuck, how is he so lucky).

Back to reading. She'll be here soon. 

Soon enough, she traipses back down the path with a bounce in her step and the plastic bin tucked under her arm.

He's a little relieved when he sees her, though he did manage to distract himself with his book and isn't as wound up as last time. He quickly puts his book down and turns to greet her. "All ready to go? Again?" he adds the last word with a bit of a wry smile, laughing a little at himself for making this happen twice (and feeling slightly silly about it now. It was the right thing to do, though, even if it feels silly now). 

"Mhm!" Bounce bounce. "Let me just get this put away..."

She steps into the Witch Hut, slides the bin onto a shelf, turns around, and leans down to kiss John's forehead.

He grins at the kiss, and wraps his arms around her in an excited hug, doing his best to quiet his nervous (and anticipatory!) jangling, so it doesn't come through. (He's so excited though! Possibly in multiple places. His slave-in-waiting (but not for much longer!!) is pretty hot, okay? And she's naked.) 

She is naked and hugging him, while standing right next to his chair, yes. Certain anatomical arrangements become nearly inevitable in situations like these.

This was... not his intent, originally. Though it's quite warm and comfortable here. (Also it's kinda hot.) He might stay holding on for a little while longer. (And there may be some slightly amused nuzzling.) 

Giggle. Squish.