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Peace in Pieces (Moira O'Hara and Rowena MacLeod)

You were a good person, a good soul; well, you tried to be. You did your best to be a good witch. The world had enough evil just spreading the life. But temptation called. 

It started with the house, in the house, you were certain. You purchased it a few weeks ago and while the residence had an old charm to it, things began to happen. Two days into your status as a homeowner, the scantily-clad maid had introduced herself as coming with the house. You had never had a house keeper and said as much. 

Moira O'Hara didn't even flinch. "It's not a thing. I'm open to all kinds of experiences and I can tell that you are too." She wasn't wrong about that, but most of your riskier moments were spells and you had enchantments to keep in line. So what if she was exactly your type? You would never present yourself to someone who was monetarily tied to you. Could never risk that. Now, that didn't mean she didn't present herself to you. She propped out her backside when cleaning any horizontal surface. It was very distracting. 

You worked the night shift at the local hospital and sometimes overtime. So, you didn't bring any work home except paperwork for you personally. Living alone in that big ole house, you'd think you would get lonely. But as a witch and a nurse, there wasn't much your mind wasn't open to. And for that, and thanks to your magic, you could see all the home had to offer. The deformed in the attic to the mourning mother in the basement and all of the ghosts inhabiting the nigh-empty rooms in between. 

In fact, you'd gotten to work to allow a bit of peace into the Hell House. It only took a few spells to release the demonic toddler and murdered nurses. You'd thought the others would be asking for release, but nothing really changed. Perhaps they hadn't even noticed. As you walked downstairs, chains in hand, Beauregard trailed behind. "Come on, doll!" you coaxed gently like encouraging a dog. "You can't stay up there anymore. I'm sorry. Primarily because that's where our kind practices. But it's not good for you." You led him to the ground floor and unlocked the chains, not that they'd pulled on your journey down the steps. 

"Room," Beau managed to express. 

You held his face between flat palms. "Home. This is your home. All of it. And you can go anywhere in it you want."

Crystal blue - clear - eyes turned down. "Scary...."

Sighing, you raised his chin with your finger. "No one will see you if you don't want them to. Cept me. But you don't scare me," you told the man from where you'd positioned yourself beneath him. 

Beauregard smiled and a line of drool leaked free, but he couldn't leave a mark with spit if he tried. A little blonde girl came running through, piggy tails flapping, and she caught the big lug's eye. With an even bigger grin, Beau ran off after his sister. You walked to the study where you locked up bizarre artifacts you found or were used against you. 

And in doing so, you found the help you were trying desperately to avoid. Moira was dusting the shelves in there, still being used by the shrink. In that too-small uniform, garters exposed, stocking's straps revealed, it was torture to watch her spin to face you. A confident smirk lit up her features like she had a porno spotlight on her. "So, you like chains," she noticed in that sultry tone. "What would you do with me if I couldn't stop you?"  she asked like it was a conspiracy. 

You swallowed quite uselessly, your insides on fire. To be honest, you'd never touch her, especially if she couldn't stop you. Unless she needed actual help, but her implications were hot. "I- uh- Beauregard," was your only response. You set the chains down and left the room. Moira only watched you go with that smirk half the fun was surprising the tenant. The other half was the pure temptation. She'd yet to have a fuck which was fun. But you were a delight. So easily flustered and always running away from her, Moira soon developed real feelings and she truly wanted you to take her. Unknown to her, you were, in fact, taken.