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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Yay!
Hay people! What is up? Nothing much here just hanging with the Brizilian kid! He is gointg to go to my church tonight with me! I am happy. I can't wait. He says hay! He said I was hot at school. I just blushed! He said fgor me not to put this but oh well! He can get over it! Ahhhh help!!!!!!! He is tickling me!!!!!!!!
Arthor: Here is the story.
She stood up and then settled herself quite comfortably on his lap and wrapped the blanket around both of them.
Abel meeped, his glasses fogging over and almost falling off his nose.
“There,” she said triumphantly. “Now we’ll both be warm.”
Abel struggled to say something coherent about observing proprieties, anything to get his mind off the warm, sweet weight of her on his lap, or her scent, or the way that she fit perfectly against him, just so and he could just feel the hot flush creeping over his normally pale cheeks and quite possibly the rest of his body.
Oh Lord, and she looked so innocent and trusting as she cuddled against him, the expression on her face worthy of a seraph.
“Ah… Miss Esther… this isn’t… very proper,” Oh, that was a masterpiece of eloquence, Abel Nightroad, it truly was…
“Of course it is,” Esther said primly, plucking Abel’s glasses off his nose and carefully wiping the lenses clean with her handkerchief. “I’m merely putting my training to use and improvising under very adverse circumstances.”
And that was when Abel caught the gleam of unholy mischief in her eyes and knew that he’d been had.
“Clever girl,” he breathed, his attention being drawn once more to her mouth, noting that her lips still had the faintest tinge of blue. And before his better sense could kick in, he found himself leaning down and gently brushing his lips against hers.
Well, she was cold after all.
He felt her gasp with delight and shivered as he felt her fingers on his skin, featherlight touches on his neck and his cheeks, loosening the black ribbon that held back his silver hair and running her hands through the silken strands. He’d been so long without that kind of touch and he never knew how starved he was for it…
And she tasted sweeter than milk tea with 13 sugars.
He felt and heard the rustling of his great black wings and knew that somehow he’d shifted partially to his Crusnik form without his conscious command. Alarmed, he drew back from her with a shuddering breath, steeling himself for the inevitable fear and rejection. The Crusnik who fed upon vampire blood was a terrifying sight for both Terran and Methuselah and he’d seen that terror in her eyes before.
Instead, she surprised him yet again.
“Beautiful,” she whispered, her blue eyes wide with wonder.
“No – “ he began in automatic denial, well aware of what he looked like, what he was but she’d put a single finger to his lips to stop him.
“Abel, I feel safe with you. I always will,” she said. And then, as if to end the conversation, she settled back against him comfortably and tucked her head beneath his chin, keeping his glasses in her small hands.
Bemused, Abel could only rest his cheek against the softness of her hair and noted, with fierce satisfaction, that her lips were rosy red from their kiss. He found himself smiling faintly and allowed his wings to close over them both, enfolding her in his embrace, safe from the cold.
Safe in his arms.
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