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Author: Darq
Title: Heaven Misses An Angle. (part 2 of 2)
Summary: Susan goes on a business trip with her enigmatic boss
Keywords: MF, FF, tg, oral, fantasy, preg
Revision: 1.00
email: darlands@aol.com
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Heaven Misses An Angle. (part 2 of 2)
When Susan came too, she was lying on a large four-poster bed
looking up at a flowing canopy of white. It felt like she had awoken from
a bizarre erotic dream, her mouth felt dry and her body exhausted.
Wearily she pushed herself up on her elbows and noticed she was still
fully clothed, dressed in her functional business suit, with a large wet
mark staining the front of its skirt. She tried to move, but her body felt
heavy and her arms and legs weak, so she collapsed back into the soft
mattress and breathed deeply, staring blankly at the white canopy.
Susan drifted off into a contented sleep.
She awoke in a panic: her dreams disturbed by images of monsters
and demons pawing and groping her body. She was struggling to
breathe, her face was wet with tears, rationality emptied from her mind
and all she wanted to do was run. Susan sat up sharply and swung her
legs over the side of the bed, her feet becoming entangled in the
gossamer web of the canopy. Tearing at the cloth, she fought to
untangle herself, pulling the billowing gauze over her head. Once free,
she climbed from the bed and looked frantically around the room for a
door. Then she froze. Uri was sat in a high-backed leather chair
watching her. He smiled warmly and stood up.
'Are you okay?' He asked, concern dripping from every word.
'I need to go.' Susan stammered, her voice shaking.
'The bathroom's through there.' He gestured to a small door in the
corner of the room.
'No,' She shook her head, 'I need to go home.' He slowly walked
towards her with his arms raised slightly and his open palms facing
upwards.
'Okay, he said in a soothing voice, 'but let's get you cleaned up first.'
Susan looked down at her dishevelled clothes and her stained skirt.
Her chest tightened and a lump appeared in her throat. She started to
cry, tears flowing from her eyes like water. She felt Uri's long arms
enwrap her, pulling her closely towards him. Her chest heaved as she
sobbed and her body lent heavily against his. An indescribable feeling
of ease washed over her as she drew her arms around his thin body
and hugged him tightly. They stood like that for several minutes,
swaying slightly, his long fingers stroking her head and she felt safe
and comfortable in his presence. He gently pushed her away and
wiped her tears with his thumb, all the time gazing deeply into her
eyes. She had an overwhelming sense of love as she looked at his
beautiful face and before she knew what she was doing, she was
kissing his tender mouth. Their tongues danced together, twisting and
probing as they lovingly kissed. Warmth radiated from her stomach
and her pussy tingled as she pressed her body against his. He pulled
away, breaking the kiss and began to remove her jacket. She stood
motionless, willingly allowing him to undress her, his hands gently
flitted over her hips, she never felt his fingers on the fastening of her
skirt but it simply dropped to the floor around her stocking clad feet as
if it had a will of its own. He tugged at the hem of her blouse, pulling it
down to cover her panties like a tiny mini-dress and then took her by
the hand, guiding her to step out of her skirt. He led her from the
bedroom to the bathroom, a cavernous space filled with everything you
would expect to find, but dominated by a huge sunken bath that was
already filled with steaming scented water rich in foam that threatened
to flow over the rim and onto the marbled floor.
'Feel free,' he said, sweeping his arm around the bathroom, 'I'll get
your clothes sorted out while you clean up.' He smiled at her and left,
closing the door behind him. Susan stood in the centre of the room,
breathing deeply as she tried to collect her thoughts, everything was a
confused jumble and nothing made sense. She sighed and removed
her thong, wincing slightly as the stickiness of the cum-soaked gusset
pulled at the matted hairs of her muff. She sat on the toilet and held
her head in her hands. She wanted to cry again, but the tears would
not come. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eye sockets,
wiped away the non-existent tears and exhaled a lungful of air through
her nose. She sat on the toilet for several minutes.
She could not pee either.
Standing, Susan removed the rest of her clothes and climbed into the
bath, its soothing waters enveloped her as she sank into it, cradling her
in its warmth. Her body relaxed as her fingers played over her body,
seemingly to wash, but more intent on touching every inch of her
sensitive flesh. She lingered over her pussy, running her fingers
through her hair and teasing her labia, massaging the soapy water into
her folds and gently toying with her hooded clitoris. The warm fragrant
water and her gentle strumming was so relaxing that she almost fell
asleep, gradually slipping into the comforting water as she drifted
away, but thankfully she was pulled back to waking as the bath-
bubbles touched her nose. Susan spluttered and shook her head,
ridding her mouth and nostrils of the scented foam.
Climbing out of the bath, she dried herself with a large soft bath-sheet,
gently stroking the water from skin, caressing her curves as she went.
Susan sighed a contented sigh, and padded over to the vast array of
oils and perfumes that filled the glass shelves. She selected a musky
aromatic oil and smoothed it over her body, leaving it with glistening
golden sheen. She preened and fluffed up her pussy hair, "That's a
nice pussy," she thought with a smile, as if admiring her own body for
the first time. She fastened her suspender belt around her waist and
pulled her stockings back on, relishing the delicate touch of the nylon
as it stroked her legs. She picked up her bra and looked down at her
discarded knickers lying on the floor; she wrinkled her nose, she had
no desire to put them back on. Glancing around the room for
something else to wear Susan saw a long white silk bathrobe hanging
in an alcove. She dropped the bra down on top of her panties and
crossed the room.
Susan emerged from the bathroom wearing only stockings and
wrapped in the soft robe. She felt unbelievably sexy knowing that she
was practically naked and her pussy was tingling in response to the
feel of the silk robe against her erect nipples. She felt a small surge
anxiety and a tinge of disappointment when she discovered that the
bedroom was empty. Bright sunlight filtered through the net-covered
windows and the bed canopy had been tied back, with her business
suit lying neatly folded on the counterpane. Susan walked over and
looked at it, all clean and pressed, it was like new. She wondered for a
moment on how he had managed to get it cleaned so quickly, and then
gave up trying to figure it out. She left it untouched and turning, she
crossed the room to the other door that she assumed would lead her to
Uri. Opening it, she felt a rush relief as she caught sight of him sat on
the couch reading a large, leather bound book. On hearing her enter
the room he closed the book and looked at her as if he at first did not
recognise her, then his face softened into a smile.
'Ah,' he said raising his eyebrows, 'you certainly look better, how do
you feel?'
'I feel like sex on legs,' she answered truthfully, the sultry huskiness of
her voice surprising even herself.
'That's what I thought too.' He said softly as he rose from the couch
and walked towards her. Susan practically ran into his arms and kissed
him passionately. The violent erotic shock of before never came and
sexual energy did not course through her body; she did not
immediately orgasm at his touch. Instead, an embracing glow filled her
and pure love flowed over her as he held her in his arms.
'I love you.' Susan said between kisses, pushing his jacket over his
shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.
'I know.' He said as his hand slid tenderly over her bottom, caressing
her smooth round cheeks through the silk of the robe. She started to
unbutton his shirt, nibbling and kissing his hairless skin as it became
revealed, but stopped when she encountered tight bandages wrapped
around his chest.
'Are you hurt?' Susan asked with concern. He shook his head and
continued to undo the remaining buttons himself, pulling the shirttails
from the waistband of his trousers. He shrugged off the shirt and
stepped back, with arms outstretched.
'There's something you need to know.' He said, his voice sounding
slightly strange as he began to unwrap the bandage. His chest began
to swell as the bandage loosened and she stood mouth agog as two
perfect breasts were revealed.
'I' She gaped in bewildered disbelief, 'No. I. You're a...'
'Woman'. He/she said, his/her voice seeming even more feminine.
'No.' Susan stammered, 'I'm not into women, no, no.' She said,
backing away.
'You are.' She said calmly, 'Look to your heart, I wouldn't be like this if
you didn't want it.' Uri's words confused her, her head span and she
felt queasy.
'No.' Susan mouthed silently and hung her head. The only time she
had been with another woman was when 'the slob' had convinced her
a threesome would help their failing marriage. But it was just a trick to
get her to allow another woman into their bed. 'The slut' had no interest
in her, and Susan had none in her. Susan watched with detached
bemusement while 'the slut' sucked his cock and Susan idly played
with herself at 'the slob's' insistence. As soon as he had squirted his
seed into her mouth, 'the slob' did his usual trick of falling asleep. 'The
slut' looked at him and huffed. She then gave Susan a pitying look and
apologised, then, still naked and carrying her clothes, she left as
quickly as she could.
Susan closed her eyes and her shoulders slumped. She was not into
women, but even now her true identity had been revealed, she still felt
attracted to Uri and she desperately wanted her.
She looked up and Uri was now closely stood before her, gazing at her with
loving intent. Uri carefully took Susan's right hand and placed it lightly
on her left breast. Uri's flesh felt smooth and warm beneath her fingers
as she lent forward and kissed her lips. At her touch, Susan melted;
her hand cupping the offered breast as her thumb stroked over its
erect nipple. She hungrily kissed Uri, her tongue gently forcing its way
into her hot wet mouth as she reached around with her left hand to
Uri's arse and pulled her towards her. She moved her right hand from
her breast and slid it around the other side of her bum, slipping it down
inside her trousers to touch the bare flesh of her buttock and dig her
nails forcefully into its pliant softness. Uri tensed and pressed her
mons against Susan's, grinding their pelvic bones together as the
roughness of her trousers rubbed against the silkiness of Susan's
robe. Susan threw her head back as Uri kissed, licked and bit her way
down her neck, her hands pulling at the lapels of the robe to release
Susan's waiting breasts to her hot and eager mouth. Susan cried out in
pleasure as Uri bit into a nipple and then teased it with her lithe tongue
as it traced the tender circle of her sensitised areole. Susan pulled her
hands from Uri's arse-cheeks and fumbled with the trouser fastening.
She unzipped the fly and they dropped to the floor, Susan cooed
appreciatively as beneath them Uri was knickerless. Susan dare not
look down, but holding her breath, she tentatively reached for Uri's
pussy, gliding her fingers hesitantly over her loins. To her surprise, Uri
was shaved and she released a sigh of relief when her fingers touched
the delicate folds of her labia. Uri looked at her and raised a
questioning eyebrow.
'No cock.' Susan said with a nervous laugh, she still was not
completely comfortable with the thought of Uri as a woman, but tits and
a cock would have freaked her out completely. Uri shook her head and
kissed Susan's nose, then Susan felt a glee of satisfaction when heard
Uri gasp as she pushed a fingertip into her moist hole. Her warm
pussy swallowed Susan's finger to the second knuckle. Susan
desperately wanted to push more of her finger into her, but the angle of
her hand prevented it. Instead, she crooked her thumb and pressed
firmly on Uri's protruding clitoris. Uri gasped again as she began to
work it in small circles, teasing and stimulating her clit like Susan had
done to herself countless times before. As she strummed Uri's clit, she
also pumped her finger in and out of her willing hole, cautiously adding
a second finger, spreading her tight pussy. Once they were deep
inside her, Susan curled them towards her palm, putting pressure on
Uri's G-Spot. Uri let out a cry as her pussy pulsed and throbbed around
Susan's fingers. She bit her lower lip in concentration as she forced Uri
to the edge of orgasm, gazing intently on her face wracked in pleasure.
Her nostrils flared and her eyes squeezed shut, her face sheened with
sweat, with her lower lip trembling as her tongue slowly licked her
upper lip. Then she tensed her pussy walls, gripping her fingers tightly
so she could no longer move them. Tilting her head downwards, Uri
looked hungrily at her from beneath her hooded brow.
'Bed.' Uri growled, a look of animal lust consuming her as she walked
backwards, dragging Susan towards the bedroom door with her hand
still trapped in her honey-pot. With her free hand, Susan shrugged off
the robe as they went, but in doing so, she stumbled and her hand fell
from Uri's slicked cunt. Uri kept moving and Susan followed, almost
running from one room to the other. Uri carelessly swiped Susan's
pressed suit off the bed with a sweep of her arm and they fell onto the
bed together, laughing and hugging each other. She pinned Uri to the
bed by the shoulders and swung her leg over her body, settling her
bare arse onto Uri's pelvis. Uri stroked Susan's stocking-clad thighs
and clasped her hands on her naked buttocks as Susan gently rocked
her dripping pussy over her shaven pubic mound. Susan dropped onto
her, her mouth seeking out her long slender neck, biting and chewing
the delicate white skin.
'I could eat you' Susan whispered hoarsely in Uri's ear while nibbling
her lobe, causing her to shiver.
'I want you to'. She moaned, 'I want you to eat me,' her fingernails
clawing at her bum, 'I want you to eat me out.' Her eyes widened in
lust, her mind was consumed with a single desire: she wanted to too.
Susan wormed her way down Uri's body, kissing and licking her salty
flesh towards her pussy, rubbing her tits over Uri's prone body as she
went. Uri spread her legs as Susan's shoulders gently forced them
apart, the musky aroma of her sex filled Susan's nostrils and she
inhaled deeply, drinking in the heady scent before gazing down on the
tempting pussy beneath her. Uri's plump outer lips were wet with pre-
cum, her inner lips were bright pink and spread like a butterfly,
engorged with arousal, their delicate folds glistening to reveal the
inviting entrance to her vagina. Susan resisted the craving to
immediately sink her tongue into that enticing crevice, but looked to the
swollen nub of her clitoris as it peeked from its protective hood. She
lowered her head and sank her pursed lips over it, sucking and licking
as Uri writhed beneath her. Susan was intoxicated by her salty yet
sweet taste as she greedily lapped her slick juices. She had tasted
herself before, from her own fingers and from 'the slob's' cock, but this
was a new experience for her and she was hooked on the heady
nectar of another woman's cunt. But it was not only the taste; the heat
and sensation of her soft folds against her tongue and lips made her
own pussy flow. Uri's long and slender legs gripped her head and her
hands pushed her closer to her sex, her tongue venturing ever closer
to her fuck-hole. Uri's hungry cunt was swallowing her chin and lower
lip as she attempted to swallow Uri's pussy in return. Susan sought
Uri's clitoris again and gently nipped it between her teeth. Uri
screamed and her pussy physically throbbed against her mouth as she
pumped cum over her. Her orgasm rippled along her body and she
shook violently as she tried in vain to consume her lover's squirting
cum. Slowly, Uri's orgasm subsided and her legs relaxed, freeing
Susan's trapped head. Susan looked up to see Uri lightly stroking her
nipples with her fingertips, her eyes were closed, her mouth open and
her tongue gently licking her lips. She moved up the bed and covered
Uri's dry mouth with her slick, cum covered lips. Her tongue darted
over Uri's lips, licking her own juices from her as they kissed. Then Uri
sighed and went still beneath her. Susan pulled back slightly and
gazed on her beautiful, sated face.
'I never realised' Uri whispered, kissing her softly.
'Never realised what?' Susan asked, puzzled by her remark.
'That it would be like that.' She said, her face a picture of blissful
contentment.
'With another woman? Me neither.' She said brushing Uri's hair from
her sweat-covered brow.
'No my love', she said, kissing her again, 'with anyone.' Her eyes
widened.
'What!' Susan exclaimed in a hushed voice, 'you've never?' Uri shook
her head slightly, 'You mean, you're a virgin?' Susan said with
incredulity causing Uri to laugh quietly.
'No, well... I suppose, "yes". I've never really thought about it like that.'
'What do you mean?' Susan asked.
'I never thought of myself as a virgin.'
'But... you've never had sex before?' She shook her head, 'Never
orgasmed?' She shook her head again. 'Never pleasured yourself
even.'
'No. Never.'
'But, but' she stammered, 'Your hands are made for sex - made me
cum just by touching my hand!'
'I know, sorry.'
'For Christ's' sake don't be sorry - it's a gift'.
'No gift, even for His sake.' She said her voice suddenly turning
serious. She frowned and then smiled. 'Make me cum again.' She
implored, lifting her hips from the bed and pressing her pussy against
Susan's.
Susan's cunt tingled and she felt a warm feeling centre in her stomach
that radiated out to envelop her whole body. Uri's body seemed to glow
beneath her and she could feel the warmth of her body mingling with
her own as they mixed a cocktail of pussy juice between them. Susan
raised herself up on her hands and rubbed her body up and down
Uri's, grinding her pussy against Uri's clitoris. Uri's hands reached up
and fondled Susan's breasts; her fingers toying with her nipples before
she wrapped her arms around her and pulled her back down. They
kissed, their mouths locking together, their tongues entwined. Susan
breathed deeply through her nose as she continued to hump against
her, their clitoris's touched and an electric jolt blasted through her.
Susan broke the kiss with a gasp and screwed her eyes tightly shut in
ecstasy as she carefully rubbed Uri's clit against hers. All her attention
was focused on that tiny bundle of nerves as the sensation pulsed and
throbbed between their legs. It felt like she was fucking Uri, and Uri
was fucking her. Through closed eyes, she imagined her clitoris
swelling and growing, forcing its way along Uri's juicy slit and into her
womb. Her over sexed mind imagined Uri doing the same to her, she
could almost feel the phantom clitoris enter her vagina like a man's
cock. She could feel her vaginal muscles rippling and as they humped
together. Sweat dripped from her face and their bodies slid effortlessly
together, Susan was gritting her teeth and letting out animalistic,
guttural noises as their cunts mashed together. Their bodies appeared
to join, fusing together as one. Uri came, her body arching of the bed,
lifting Susan with her; Susan followed quickly, her cunt squirting cum
from between its swollen lips. They both cried out, Susan could
practically hear the blood pounding in her ears as her orgasm wracked
through her. To Susan it felt like they were floating above the bed,
weightless. She opened her eyes, Uri glowed, seemingly radiating light
from every pore, and the pain of her beauty was intense
Everything went black.
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Susan awoke with a warm feeling still in her stomach. She turned her
head and blinked at the light from the window. Uri was stood with her
back to her, framed by the setting sun, her arms outstretched leaning
against the glass.
'What have you done?' Uri said hanging her head, her tone soft and
quiet, yet tinged with a subtle, sorrowful pleading.
'What you mean?' Susan asked calmly, even though she was deeply
concerned by Uri's question. Uri turned and walked towards her. With
the fading light behind her, her silhouetted curves echoed the gothic
arch of the window, Susan could not make out her features, but she
could tell she was still naked.
'We are pregnant.' She announced, the words almost spitting from her
mouth. Susan gasped and ran her hand over her stomach as if to
confirm her statement by touch alone. Then realised what she had said
and laughed.
'No.' She said, shaking her head, 'don't be silly, you need a man to
be...' She cut her words short as Uri reached the bed. Between her
legs hung a flaccid penis; she looked up past Uri's now flat chest to her
face, the delicate femininity of her features had all but vanished.
'What the fuck!' Susan exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand,
'How the... What the... Oh god...' She gabbled incomprehensibly as
she struggled to find reason in the madness, a thousand questions
flooded her mind and she only had one mouth with which to ask them.
She pulled at the bedclothes, covering herself with them, more for
comfort than the futile protection they offered. Uri reached out and
gently brushed the side of her face, calming her gradually until she felt
sane enough to ask a single question.
'What are you?' Susan asked with a mildly quaking voice. He smiled at
her and sat on the edge of the bed. Taking her hand in his, he bent low
and kissed her forehead.
'I am Uriel, a Son of Light.' He said in a whisper, 'As you are Lilith, a
Daughter of Clay.' His words sounded strange, biblical even, but she
had no idea what he was talking about.
'But you are/were a woman.' Susan exclaimed tearfully.
'I am what you want me to be.'
'Sorry?'
'You wanted me to be a woman, so I was a woman.' Susan shook her
head in disbelief. 'But then you wanted a man inside you, and I am a
man.'
'You mean,' She said in astonishment, 'you're one of those what's-
names, both-sexes-at-the-same-time freaks?'
'Hermaphrodite?' He offered, 'A she-male?' He smiled at me, shaking
his head, 'No, I am asexual, in that I have no sex.'
'But we... You...' Susan stared open mouthed at his limp penis.
'We wanted to have sex and, as I said, I became what you wanted me
to be.'
'Why?' She cried.
'I do not know.' Uri answered.
'I don't understand. If you are asexual, why did we have sex?' Susan
pleaded, Uri shrugged and sighed.
'If we had known you were sexually unstable, I guess we wouldn't
have.' He shrugged again.
'We?' She asked, realizing the "we" he was referring to was not them,
but someone else.
'Well, "They" actually. Mike and Gabe.'
'Mike? Who the fuck's Mike?'
'Michael.'
'Michael and Gabe-'
'-rial. Michael and Gabriel.' He said resolutely with a nod of his head.
'The Michael and Gabriel?' Susan asked hysterically, 'As in "The Arch
Angels Michael and Gabriel"?' She paused and then broke into
uncontrollable laughter, pointing at him. 'And you're the Arch Angel
Uriel and you all work here on Earth for Host Associates? - oh my god,
that's priceless - the Heavenly Host!' She practically whooped with
laughter '- Oh you bastard, you had me going then and I almost fell for
it too - fucked and fucking pregnant by a fucking angel - Oh boy that's
a good one. Where is she then? Your twin sister? Hiding in the
bathroom?' She asked through the laughter.
'Stop.' He shouted, raising his hand, 'this is serious. I have no sister
and we are in deep trouble.' His voice softened, taking on a feminine
timbre again. Susan quickly stole a glance at his chest and loins - her
mouth dropped open and all doubt vanished from her mind - she was a
woman again.
'I told Gabe he should have done this, not me - he's the one with the
experience after all, at least he's done it before.' Uri was rambling,
practically talking to herself, 'I wasn't supposed to get pregnant - only
you.' Susan stopped laughing and glared at her.
'What!' Susan screamed, 'You planed to get her knocked-up?' Uri
nodded, 'And how do you know I that am for sure?' She asked
defiantly.
'I just know.' Uri shrugged.
'I don't believe you.'
'That's not really relevant, whether you believe or not. What will
happen will happen and you will believe when you are ready to
believe.'
Stunned and confused, Susan lay back onto the bed and tried to
collect her thoughts. Her head was aching, she felt anger and fear
knotting inside her; she didn't want to be pregnant, yet in truth, she did
believe, somehow, she knew. She also felt unbridled love and
unending compassion towards Uri, even as fucked-up as her life had
just become, she felt sorry for him/her, almost pity even. The
lovemaking they had just performed was the most incredible
experience she had ever known - she wanted more and she could not
imagine a life without him/her. But. Then there was 'the slob': how
could she explain the pregnancy to him - they hadn't had proper sex in
months - though she doubted that in is drunken haze he would have
realised that. In an instant it was clear to her - she could never go
home again. Her mind returned to the baby growing inside her.
'So, what's this?' Susan finally asked, tentatively stroking her stomach,
'the Second Coming?'
'I think you came more than twice' Uri joked, and then saw the angry
look on her face.
'You know what I mean - The Apocalypse, the final battle -
Arma-fucking-geddon!'
'Oh no,' Uri said shaking her head, 'you've missed that by a thousand
years.'
'What!' Susan huffed, oddly feeling a little disappointed that she was
not carrying the chosen one, 'Did you win?' Uriel again shook her
head,
'No, we lost. As did you: you know the Black Death, the Dark Ages,
poverty, two World Wars, The Holocaust, Ethnic Cleansing, AIDs.' Uri's
face seemed to cloud over has she thought of the darkest events of the
past thousand years, 'War, Famine, Pestilence and Death - you've
had them all. The Four Horsemen rode the earth for a thousand years
and Devils ruled the lands of man.' She sighed deeply. 'No, we did not
win.'
'So what is this then, The Third Coming? Apocalypse II the sequel?'
Susan asked angrily.
Uri shrugged, 'I really don't know,' she sighed.
'Well, now what do we do?'
'Well first, I have to explain to Gabriel how I became pregnant too. First
Eden, now this - Oh Man what a Fuck up.' Her body slumped and her
shoulders drooped.
'Yeah, how did that happen exactly?'
'It was you.'
'And how do you work that one out?'
'All your pent-up sexual indecisiveness, not knowing what you want,
making love to a woman and wanting a cock inside you at the same
time. You wanted me in you, you in me, two become one, the joining of
souls and all that metaphysical crap. In the heat of the moment I got
confused and we both got, as you say, knocked-up.'
'Fuck. You got confused and we're both going to have babies! Dear
God I do hope you're not the smartest fucking Angel in heaven.' Then
a thought hit her: 'They are going to be babies aren't they?'
'Nephilim babies, but babies none the less.' Uri said, forcing a smile.
'Not monsters or demons?' Susan asked and Uriel shook her head.
Susan sat up and shuffled around to sit beside her. She held Uri's
hand in hers and lent against her arm. They sat silently watching the
light through the window as the sun slowly set and the room became
dark.
'Are you scared?' Uri asked.
'Yes.' She replied.
'Me too.'
...The End.
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