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It was cold. But of course, it was winter in New England, and that's always cold. Alyis sat on her couch, watching the snow fall outside as she flicked through the channels on her television set. Alyis was no normal twenty-one year old woman, of course. But would it be a good story if she was? She was, in truth, one of the Fae. You know, Faeries? Not the little ones that kids put stickers of on their school books, but real ones. Of course, if you looked at her, you'd see a tall, lean woman dressed head to toe in black with brown hair and amber eyes- but if you knew what to look for, you would see something entirely different.
Alyis, you see, was a Changeling. The true Fae have retreated to places of deep magic- and those left behind had to find a way to escape the onslaught of banality- or mundanity and disbelief. But that is not what this story is about. This story is about... well to be frank it's about sex.
The aforementioned fae sighed as she stretched her wings, though you'd just notice her shoulders moving oddly, and yawned. The sound brought a reaction from someone in the next room and a head appeared from around the doorway. The face that showed was good natured, if tough-looking. It belonged to Alex, a friend of Alyis' and currently someone that was keeping an eye on her. To go into the background a bit, Alyis had been in love with a man named Jeremy. A man that had, not long ago, left. The rest of it is too complicated to explain here, and really don't have anything to do with what happens in the story, so I won't go into it. Alex's eyes looked at her questioningly and he lifted a brow.
"You say something?"
"No,"
"Well then say something, I leaned in here for nothing."
Alyis chuckled, shaking her head, "Moo. There. That was something."
Alex glared at her in the way that means "ha ha ha" and disappeared into the kitchen again. He'd been there all night, actually- sitting at the table and drinking coffee. She knew it, and she was grateful for it, though his presence was disquieting at times. Alyis stood up and went into the kitchen, stealing a cup of coffee from the pot that simmered on the stovetop and plunked down in the chair next to Alex. He smirked, pushing the cream and sugar towards her.
"You finally done sulking?"
He was referring to Jeremy leaving, of course, and Alyis shrugged, "If you want to call it that." Well, she had a right to be a bit bitter. "He asked me to go with him, you know," she said softly, and Alex nodded.
"I know."
"But..."
"But what? You're here. You did the right thing."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
That ended the conversation and Alyis stirred the sugar and cream into the black coffee.
Now that she thought about it, she realized that Alex had been the one keeping an eye on her since they'd met. Not Jeremy. Alex had been there to slap the shit out of her, literally, when she'd developed a morphine addiction after being in the hospital, he'd been there the night Jeremy vanished, and he was there now. Perhaps...? No, her heart wasn't ready for that yet. In fact she didn't know if it ever would be. But somewhere beneath the injuries, she looked at him with new eyes. He was quite handsome, she thought, I think I could grow to... No. The last was like a rock landing. But that didn't stop her from daydreaming. Alex clearing his throat brought her back from her reverie,
"Hmm?"
"You were looking at me funny," he replied, growling the words.
Now, before you get any images of Alex as being a knight in shining armor, I'd best explain that he's more the anti-hero. He's more likely to beat your head into the pavement than go fight your battles for you. Hells, when he saw that Alyis had got herself stoned, he lifted her up by the collar of her shirt and left her a fair set of bruises across the face for her trouble. Not that she hadn't earned his particular style of rehab. But at the same time, he refused to let her walk home in the snow, or miss work, despite her depression. It seemed that he had almost moved in with her, at the moment- considering that he'd not left her side for more than a scant few seconds. Alex can be described in a few words: badass, loyal, violent. Now, those might not seem like they go together well, but Alex pulled that off without so much as a second thought. He was perhaps an inch taller than Alyis, if that, and built solidly. No extra weight adorned his cut body, muscles clenched and moved beneath scarred skin and brilliantly green eyes that looked perpetually bloodshot. But that was because of his Changeling side. Alyis's gaze drifted to the coffee, watching the cream swirl through the black liquid in odd formations that reminded her of clouds. Of course, they remind everyone of clouds- but Alyis seemed more drawn to them. Perhaps it was to take her mind off the thoughts.
"You need to get your mind off of Jeremy."
"I know."
"I can help."
"How?"
"I just can. But you have to agree, first."
"Okay..."
"Do you agree?"
"I suppose s-"
The last word was cut off by Alex rounding the table and pressing his lips against Alyis's. For a startled moment, she wasn't sure how to react, but then she melted into the kiss. Her arms lifted to move 'round Alex's neck and she pressed herself against him. She'd never really kissed anyone before and, surprisingly, had remained a virgin for the past twenty one years. Probably had something to do with being considered the 'weird one' in school. But that's not the issue here. Alex didn't speak, simply hugging her tightly and lifting her up so that she was standing. His hand drifted down her back, gripping her buttocks and pulling her against him. Alyis could feel the hardness against her lower stomach, and the way Alex moved was a bit desperate. Her back arched, responding to the ungentle way Alex handled her and she could feel herself getting a bit wet. Despite her innate aversion to suddenly being manhandled, she found herself becoming deeply aroused.
"Ale-" she tried to get out, but he stopped her with a kiss.
"No more words. If you must make noise, don't use words."
Well, she'd best obey him, hmm? When pinned to your refrigerator by a large man, it doesn't usually lend itself to questions.
Alyis' eyes closed and her head fell back, hitting the plastic of her fridge door with a hollow thunk as Alex's lips trailed down the side of her throat. Teeth scraped her skin, and then bit down lightly at the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Her breath caught in a sharp gasp as he pressed her harder against the fridge and grabbed one of her hands, roughly guiding it to the front of his jeans. She tentatively ran her fingers across the hardness that was pressing against the thick fabric and felt him shiver slightly in response. She liked that. She liked it a lot. And so she did it again, and again until Alex's mouth opened and he moaned softly in her ear. One of his hands slid up her body and cupped a breast through the tank-top she was wearing. She really hadn't been paying attention to her clothing the past few days, despite the fact that it was December, she was wearing a tank-top tucked into a pair of 'bondage pants'. You know, those pants that are covered in chains at random intervals? Yeah. Those. Alex was wearing a ratty pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt, his leather jacket tossed carelessly over the back of one of the kitchen chairs- just for the record.
The man that held her hostage in her kitchen lifted her shirt, fingertips trailing gently across her stomach and upwards, pulling the fabric up with it. Alyis was struck with a sudden bout of embarrassment and blushed, making Alex laugh.
"You agreed to this," he reminded her with a smile and lifted the shirt off of her before she could open her mouth to complain. And then her mouth was open with a gasp as he lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling gently at it- after pulling aside her bra, of course. She'd never felt anything so incredible and heard herself make a soft noise, spine arching to offer herself more fully. The soft chuckle that left Alex made her shiver in response as skilled fingers traced up her back and unclasped the hooks that kept the bra on her body. With a motion that suggested great experience in the area, he made short work of them, breaking his touch for a scant moment to remove the material. His large body pressed against hers and his hips shifted restlessly against her, causing her to respond in kind. Daringly, she un-tucked his shirt, hands moving beneath the cotton to touch skin. Soft and smooth, save for ridged scars that appeared here and there across his body, she explored the shape of him. A broad, flat chest with a scattering of hair across the pectoral muscles that shivered beneath the touch was found by seeking fingertips. His body narrowed at the waist and hips, though not in a manner that anyone could call feminine. Alex trembled slightly and let out a shuddering sigh, muffling the sound by biting her shoulder again- though harder this time. Pleasure shot through her and she responded by clawing her fingers against Alex's back, hearing him moan her name softly as she did so.
Abruptly, Alex pulled back and shucked off his shirt, tossing it on the floor and pulling her against him, leaving both of them half-naked in her kitchen, now. The phone rang. Alyis ignored it- letting the answering machine pick it up and not listening to the message. Whoever it was could wait. Alex's hands roamed across her hungrily, and Alyis responded in kind, needing... gods she needed something. She didn't know what, really, but she knew that her panties were certainly more than a little damp. His fingers stopped at the button on her pants and tugged at it, popping them open and letting them fall off her hips. She usually wore pants a size or so too large, preferring the feeling of having room to move over being confined and now she learned the other benefit to having baggy pants. Fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties and tugged at them.
"Off with these," Alex rasped in her ear.
Alyis, blushing furiously, removed the only clothing she was wearing and stood nude for the first time. Well for the first time in front of a man anyway- she didn't take showers with her clothes on. Stepping back, Alex looked her over with a faint smile, a very self-satisfied smile. Moving close again, he trailed his hand up the inside of her thigh, forcing her to part her legs slightly as he did so, a finger gently tracing the lips of her sex and making her shiver in pleasure.
"Alex, wha-"
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?"
She closed her mouth and he grinned again, kneeling down on the linoleum and running his tongue up the path his fingers had taken. She could barely stand now, and if Alex hadn't lifted a hand to press her back harder against the fridge, she'd have fallen. His tongue plunged into the folds of her wet slit and she let her eyes close, hips thrusting against the sensation. Muscles started trembling and her hands clenched convulsively against the cold plastic of the door, unable to do so much as hold herself up, relying on Alex to keep her from falling. Her heart thundered and then, for a moment- everything stopped. Sheer physical rapture roared through her veins and she went limp, landing in Alex's outstretched arms.
But it didn't end there. Alex lay her out on the floor and shifted, stripping off his pants and underwear before bracing himself over her, between her parted legs. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before leaning down and whispering, "Do you want this?" Alyis couldn't have said no if she'd wanted to, and instead nodded mutely. Without further hesitation, he moved and entered her wet, slick sex and thrust inwardly until he was fully embedded within her. "God, Alyis," he murmured, pausing a moment to let her get used to his presence. He'd not known she was a virgin, and the realization came as a surprise... but it didn't stop him.
Alyis felt a brief pain as he moved past her maidenhead and then a sense of... completion. One of his hands lifted a leg and placed it across his back, the other holding himself above her carefully- not letting his bulk rest across her fragile frame. He began to move. Slowly at first- letting her adjust to the sensation. And adjust she did, back arching and mouth opening to admit gasping little whimpers, which simply inflamed him. Pulling her against his chest and burying his face in her shoulder, Alex shuddered violently, thrusting harder into her depths and letting out a deep moan. Alyis felt her muscles clenching again, driving her towards the pinnacle of release, and Alex's motions grew more erratic and desperate. His breath was harsh, rasping with quiet sounds as he drove himself close to sweet oblivion. At once, and yet it seemed as if it lasted forever, Alyis's senses exploded in color and light. Alex cried out her name. Heartbeat. Breath. Weight! Alex was sprawled atop her, trying to regain his breath and his weight was... not as unpleasant as she'd thought it would be. In fact, he felt good there.
After a few moments, Alex pulled himself out of her and stood up, getting his clothes on in a smooth series of calculated motions, leaving Alyis to lay on the floor and wonder what the hell had just happened. "You'll get cold, down there," Alex said, laughing as he picked up his coffee and put it in the microwave. It was cold. Alyis noticed that the draughts that ran along the floor were curling about her nude body and rapidly becoming uncomfortably cool. Standing up, she managed to get herself dressed after trying to put her pants on backwards twice.
"What the...?"
"Have some coffee."
It was winter in New England and the snow fell thickly outside. But within the small house in suburbia, it was quite warm.
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