Last Day

The next few days were purposefully uneventful after the prior week of constant sex. They travelled the coast, enjoying an excellent complimentary boat tour, making use of the collar to give Nadia the holiday she was craving - one where she could forget about magic but let James take care of her every need. But the rest of the trip was spent pretty much as a non-magic would: relaxing, eating and drinking.

Naturally, James was fully aware that this was a rare opportunity to have fun taking advantage of her magicless state in public and may have pushed his luck at times -- it took Nadia two days to realise that he'd enchanted her to only be able to bend at her waist, for example.

It was the last morning and the pair were cuddling in bed, trying to make the most of their room before they checked out. The alarm had been snoozed three times and the girl had decided that enough was enough - they needed to pack their suitcases if they were going to check out of the hotel in time.

James felt a different urgent need as he watched her break the cuddle and climb out of bed.

"Come on... we can just check out late. They won't mind."

"I'll mind if we're late," she replied, militantly, starting to gather her belongings.

James sulked to himself for a moment before ideas started to come to him.