"Did not you enjoy it, Mr Strange?"

"Of course I bloody enjoyed it. I'd like to have you again, in our proper bodies. But I'm not sure how you feel about it, and I don't want you to feel awkward."

"Good," said Mr Norrell. "It's perfectly simple," and kissed him. "I would rather like you to fuck me, if you're not too tired?"

Jonathan Strange looked worried. "One, I am too tired--have some sense of practicality!--and two, I've been inside you already today, and I'd rather not encourage magic to take a wrong turning before I can be sure that I can be inside you in the normal manner."

"Will we go and read about what we may have been doing with the magic, then you shall fuck me?" suggested Mr Norrell. He got up, enjoying the sensation that he need not worry about physical modesty, and got himself dressed, with only a little help from Mr Strange. He was already half-hard just thinking about getting what he'd always wanted from Mr Strange.

"So, you're always like that."

"Always thinking of you? Yes, usually."

This time, he picked up his copy of Ormskirk, and discovered a later addendum that he could have sworn hadn't been there when he last looked. "Ah. That's interesting. It says here, the spell was written for the wife of a madman who wouldn't listen to reason when she told him he was really an ordinary man and not a secret inhabitant of Faerie. Ormskirk told the man that if he were indeed a secret inhabitant of Faerie, the spell would send his to his own world. If not, the spell would place him and his wife in each other's bodies and force them to work together to discover a way out, to deal with the way he ignored what she said. When he couldn't ignore what she said, and when he had to cope with his own lack of Faerie abilities and the fact he remained in Christendom, he was restored to sanity, and both of them to their marriage. It says here he was a deal more respectful of her once he'd shared her experience, and had to go out in public showing deference to her."

"So in fact the spell worked as designed?" said Jonathan Strange. "There is some purpose to us being here, known only to the Raven King?"

Mr Norrell nodded "Most likely. And it has drawn us together, trying to understand how to escape. Well, at any rate, in my case, it has encouraged my feelings for you."

"And mine for you, sir!" said Jonathan Strange with a smile.

"Even though I didn't enjoy a lot of it because I was trying to be virtuous and not touch you," said Mr Norrell.

"But that would only have been touching yourself," said Jonathan Strange.

"I didn't have the right," said Mr Norrell simply. "I am trying to improve my moral principles after how very badly I behaved when I was last in Christendom. That includes touching other people's possessions when I am left in charge of them."

Jonathan Strange patted him on the hand. "Well, I hope you realise you may make free of any part of my body you like, just as you please."

Mr Norrell moaned with lust, and licked his lips, just at the thought of it.

Jonathan Strange picked up Mr Norrell's hand, placed a kiss on it, and gently laid it against the front of his own breeches, which were somewhat--delightfully--distended.

"Oh, I've got to have you now!" gasped Mr Norrell, and clumsily undid him. "I want you in my hand, and down my throat, and up my arse, all at once."

"So really you'd only be satisfied with three of me?" suggested Jonathan Strange.

Mr Norrell was reduced to gasping and mumbling as he handled Jonathan's impressive endowment. It looked and felt even better than in his heated imaginings.

"Mm?" said Jonathan Strange. "Well, if you're at a loss for words you must really like it. Come on, go and bend over before I bring myself off all over you just thinking about it."

"You'd come on me, just from that?" said Mr Norrell, stroking himself absent-mindedly through his breeches.