[The Good Guy]I want you to want me.

“Maisie, I like doing stuff with you because I like doing things and I don’t like doing them alone. I went with you because I always had fun, not so much when you ditched me for whatever hot guy you found, but most of the time, I had fun. I don’t want to sit around this apartment for the rest of my life either.”

Maisie listened to you, then came back and sat down on the couch again. “So you aren’t going to keep me trapped in your apartment for the rest of my life?”

You laugh. “No, Maisie, that doesn’t sound fun to me at all.”

“You could put me in a gold bikini, chain me to your bed.” She said, wiping her eyes.

“Shit, Maisie, why would you put that in my head?”

She laughs. “Oh come on, you have a whole closet at your mom’s house full of Star Wars Legos, you would have thought of it sooner or later.”

“Would you really be okay with that?” You ask.

“Yeah. It’s a pretty common fantasy for girls too, you know.”

“Maisie, you are wearing a gold bikini with a **** collar and chain.” You say it quickly in your excitement.

Maisie snorts she laughs so hard. But nothing happens, no gold bikini, no chain.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh. You can’t change my clothes, just me.” She says through her laughter.

“Shit, why did you bring it up then?” You ask, seriously disappointed.

She gets her laughter under control. “Don’t worry babe, we can buy a costume.”

You stare at her, unable to speak.

“What?” She asks, “What’d I do?”

“What did you just call me?” You ask her in disbelief.

“Oh shit, I called you babe.” She says, covering her mouth.

“Fuck.” You say. Nothing in your entire life has made you this excited, this turned on. She used that term for a few of the guys she dated, usually after they’d been together for months. You can count on one hand the number of guys you heard her call ‘babe’.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“I just, I never thought, I mean I fantasized about it, but. . . damn.”

She looks at your pants, at the signs of your physical reaction. “Is it that big of a deal? I mean you could have ordered me to say it.”

You could have. You absolutely could have. You could have ordered her to call you babe as she climbed on top of you and fucked you. But that wouldn’t have affected you like this, she didn’t even think about it, she just called you babe. That was her, that was genuine. That wasn’t ****. It wasn’t because of the curse. That was her looking at you and thinking of you as a man, a man she really liked.

“Babe.” She says again, “Are you okay?”

“Fuck.” You say as you wipe your eyes. The last thing you need now is to start crying. Maisie thinks of you as a real fucking man and the first thing you do is cry?

“Hey.” She says, moving next to you and cradling you against her. “It’s okay.”

You let her hold you, your head on her chest, resting on her breast as you pull yourself together. When you are composed enough, you pull off of her.

“Why did you call me that?” You ask, genuinely curious.

She bites her lip nervously. “It’s just what I would call the good ones. The ones I started to think might be the one, you know.”

“And me?”

“Are you going to make me say it?” She asks timidly.

You nod.

She takes a deep breath, exhales it. “I’ve told you I expected this to go worse, and it’s true. I was prepared for you to do a lot more to me than make me kneel on your carpet for a bit.” She looks like she’s about to cry as she continues. “You’ve been so good to me so far, so much better than I expected, than I deserve.”

She looks so ****, her face only a small distance from yours, telling you things you’d longed to hear for years. You lean in towards her, and she matches you. Your lips touch and electricity jolts through your body. The softness of her mouth, the way her lips caress yours. Her tongue runs over your lips before pushing inside your mouth. You grab ahold of her reflexively, pulling her to you possessively as she moans in surprise into your mouth. You hold her there, enjoying her for a little while, then let her go.

“God, Maisie, that was amazing.” You say. A literal dream come true for you.

“Thanks.” She says weakly as she sits back, takes your hand in hers.

“Did you like it?” You ask.

“You want to do it again?” she asks instead of answering.

“Yes! Abolutely.” You answer.

She moves to you and you meet her, holding her again as she wraps her arms around you. Her hands explore her back as her tongue explores your mouth. She tastes amazing, like a slightly underripe strawberry. You could stay like this forever. When Maisie breaks your kiss you smile at her.

“You, umm. . .” She starts, she looks shy, or maybe scared. “Was that your first kiss?”

“Yes.” You answer.

“Have you ever practiced kissing?” She asks.

“No, why would I do that?”

“It’s just. . .” she shakes her head. “It’s nothing, it’s fine.”

“I wasn’t very good, was I?” you ask her.

She shakes her head. “But it’s just your first time, you’ll get better. Really, it’s okay.”

You know she’s trying to avoid hurting your feelings but you don’t like it.

“I’ll practice, I’ll get better.” You say.

She touches your face gently. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah, it’s not like I can command myself to be a better kisser.” You say. Strangely enough, you have more desire to change yourself than you have to change Maisie. You’d make yourself taller, more athletic, order yourself to be a fantastic lover. Make Maisie want to be with you, **** for you. And not because some curse **** her to, but because you were the kind of guy that she wanted to be with.

You laugh to yourself. You don’t want to use magic to tell Maisie to find you attractive, that would feel cheap. But using magic to make yourself attractive to her somehow doesn’t feel the same. The irony is not lost on you.

The truth is you want Maisie, the Maisie you see in front of you, the one you’ve known your whole life. You want that Maisie to want you. Ordering her to want you would change her, and it wouldn’t feel as good. Not that it wouldn’t be awesome, but it would feel cheap, and not as good.

Maisie laid back down, her legs returning to their usual place, on top of yours.

“You said you want to travel.” She says, closing her eyes. “Tell me, where do you want to take me?”

“Well,” you begin, “I know you’ve always wanted to do Vegas, so we’d start there.”

“I like that.” She says. “Tell me about it.”

You think about the conversations you’ve had with her, the movie scenes she loves and do your best to piece together a scene for her.

“You walk into the casino, red dress, heels, your hair up.”

“Ooh, I like this, tell me about the dress.” She says as she smiles and shifts her legs.

“A really low-cut neckline, showing off your stomach as well as your cleavage. The straps go around your neck, so your shoulders and upper back are visible.”

“It’s called a halter neck. And a plunging neckline.” She informs you.

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well, now you do. Sorry, please, keep going.”

“A halter neck, plunging neckline.” You say, “It’s slinky, fits snug around your waist and hips, but it’s long, with a slit that goes all the way up to your thigh on one side.”

“Damn, I like it. What fabric?”

“I. . . I don’t know? Silk?” You guess.

She laughs. “It’s okay, keep going.”

“You walk into the casino, everyone turns to look at you. You do that thing where you tuck your hair behind your ear.”

“Wait, I thought my hair was up.” Maisey interrupts.

“Shit, well, some of it is down, like that one year at prom when your hair was up, but like, not all of it.”

Maisey laughs some more. “It was homecoming.”

“Whatever, you looked smoking hot.” You say.

“Mmm. Good recovery.” She responds. Then, sticking her foot in the air, “Could you take my shoes off?”

“Sure.” You say, and you begin untying her sneakers. It’s actually pretty exciting. Maisie has really sexy feet. Her feet are small and she has really high arches. You know because you’ve gone shoe shopping with her. Helped her find the special inserts so her feet don’t hurt. You aren’t even a ‘foot guy’, well maybe a bit of one, but mostly just Maisie’s feet. In your defense every part of this girl is sexy, and right now you have one hand on her calf while you pull her sock off her foot.

Her feet don’t even stink. It’s ridiculous. She was a cheerleader, she’d do routines, come over after the game and her feet wouldn’t even smell. You can verify that because she used to throw her dirty socks at you. It was a thing when you were little, a weird thing from your mother’s family that Maisie had picked up on because it annoyed you. Now she is the only one that ever throws dirty socks at you.

But that’s not today. Today she’s laying on your couch, one bare foot caressing your thigh as you take off her other shoe. Fuck, it is hard to do much of anything with her touching you like that. You manage to get her sock off and she stretches her legs all the way to her toes. When she leaves her foot hovering in front of you for a moment you grab it and start rubbing her foot gently.

“Ooh, that feels nice.” She says. “Can you keep doing that while you continue your story?”

“Where was I?” You ask as you press your thumbs into the bottom of her foot.

“Red plunge halter maxi but leave my hair down, we're going for glamourous more than sophisticated.”

“Right.” You say, making a mental note not to discuss fashion with Maisie. “You walk through the big casino room to the roulette table. I’m there, playing.”

“What are you wearing?” she asks.

“I don’t know, a tux?” You say. You only had to really dress up once in your life, for your cousin’s wedding.

Maisie laughed. “You don’t wear a tux to a casino.”

“Well then you dress me.” You snap back.

She opens one eye, looks at you as you continue to rub her foot. “You’d be okay with that?”

“Yeah, why not, you have better fashion sense than me.”

“Okay.” She says with a smile, then closing her eyes, “We’ll go with a Navy suit, to compliment my dress. A gray shirt, maybe some burgundy stripes in it to really show we are together, and make the tie Navy too.”

“Okay.” You say, “that works.” She could have said literally anything, you don’t really care what you look like in this scenario.

“You walk toward the table.” You continue,” Everyone turns to look, even the dealer looks up to see you walking through.”

“Mmmm.” Maisie sighs and adjusts how she is sitting, brings up her other foot, letting you know what she wants. You switch to rubbing that foot as you continue.

“You walk up to me, and it’s my turn so I hold out the dice for you and you blow on them.”

“That’s craps.” She corrects you.

“Whatever, I’m the one telling the story.” You scold. She just laughs at you again.

“Anyway, you blow on the dice and then I roll them. I lose all my money so we sneak off and fuck in the janitor’s closet.” You say quickly, tired of being mocked for your lack of knowledge of fashion and gambling.

Maisie snorts. “I’m sorry, I’m being a bitch.” She says, laughing.

“No it’s okay, I don’t know anything about casinos.” You can’t stay mad at Maisie, she’s just too damn cute.

“Tell me another one.” She says, “I promise I won’t interrupt.”

“Where else do you want to go?” You ask her.

“I want to hear about where you want to go.”

“Really?” You ask.

“Yeah, you said you wanted to travel, where would you take me?”

You lay your head back on the sofa, still rubbing her foot. “I’ve always wanted to see the pyramids in Mexico.”

“Really?” She said, a smile starting to show. “You are such a nerd.”

“Hey, you asked.” You answer.

Maisie laughs. “I could wear that red dress and some weird cult could try to sacrifice me to their gods.”

“Why would they sacrifice you?” You ask.

“Did you hear me, I’m wearing a sexy red dress, they think I’m the most beautiful woman alive and want me to marry their god.”

You laugh. “I could just have you turn into a winged snake woman and say you already were married to their god.”

“Winged snake woman?” She asks, incredulously, “What?”

“Didn’t you pay attention in history?” You ask.

“No,” She replies, “You did all my work for history.”

You catch her smiling at you, “Yeah, I did.”

“I never paid you back for that, did I.”

“That’s not how our relationship worked, Maisie.”

“Hmm.” She sounded thoughtful. “Okay, where else would you take me? Assuming I survive the pyramid cult.”

“I’d like to visit China, see the Great Wall, the forbidden city.” You say.

“Ooh, I could get a Kimono, I’d look hot in a Kimono.”

“Maisie, that’s Japan.”

“Oh.” She answers, “Do you want to go to Japan too?”

“Yeah, if a kimono is in play we’re definitely going to Japan.” Picturing her kneeling before you in a kimono.

Maisie giggles at that and adjusts her legs, rubbing her thighs together a bit. You look over to her and see she has her eyes closed.

“Where else?” she asks you.

“You know I love history, so any ancient city. All over Greece, I’d go to Rome, the ruins of Bab. . . Fuck!” you exclaim, Maisie’s free foot is now rubbing your crotch.

“What?” she asks, innocently.

“Maisie, I. . .” You try to speak, but your brain is shutting down. Your lack of focus frees her other foot and it joins in teasing you.

“Is that it, is that all the places you want to take me?”

“No, fuck, umm. . . Australia?”

“Australia?”

“I. . .” You were struggling. “I like kangaroos.”

Maisie laughs. “Anywhere else?”

“Antartica. Penguins.” You manage to say.

“You want to take me to Antartica?” She asks. “Fuck me while we freeze to ****?” She is clearly enjoying messing with you.

“I, I’d bring a blanket.”

Maisie laughs and her foot pulls off of you. God, she’s so pretty when she laughs. You’d tell her, but your brain isn’t working so great. You do the best thing you can think to do, you move her legs aside, move to her, pull her up to you and kiss her, determined to be better this time.

Author's note: Special thanks to boxerboynine for the images I'm using for this story.