Fallen Angel……… Dark Angel……… My Angel
Lit. She had three definitions for angel: Fallen angel, Dark angel and My angel………..He watched her. She was hiding something from the rest of the world, constantly living a lie and it wasn't till she looked at him that he saw what it was……..
Prologue:
Fallen Angel: "An angel does not stop being an angel merely because they fall from grace; their wings are not so easily taken."
- Jean Claude
Angelic. That's how you'd mainly describe her, Angelic. Of course I might be a little biased given the fact that I love her but still, one can't really deny that sort of thing can they? Not to themselves anyway. If her pure looks didn't convince you then her sweet and innocent aura sure as hell will. She was everything I wasn't: clean, untainted and totally naïve to the dangers of the world… or so I'd thought. Turned out she knew more than she was willing to let on. I watched her every time she came into the diner, chatting away to her mother while pouting at Luke for a ridiculously large amount of the caffeinated substance commonly known as coffee, something she'd obviously picked up from her namesake. I mean, it wasn't like I was complaining every time her luscious pink lips formed a pout, not at all, definitely the opposite, complaining every time she stopped forming a pout, it's just that she seemed to be hiding something from the rest of the world, constantly living a lie. Took me a while to figure it out and even then that was only 'coz of what happened after the sprinklers accident. Wasn't complaining then, I mean I had a wet and shivering angel within kissing distance, could have been struck down with lightening then and I would've gone a happy man, well, content at the least.
Soon after that she sought me out. I was singled out from the crowd as the saying goes. She said she needed a favour… who was I to deny her? Just the fact that she'd dragged me back upstairs to my "room", leaving me to the hear the soft thumping of my heart as it's rhythmic pace increased at the proximity of her body to mine in the silence. That and we were completely alone… in my room… a couple of paces away from my bed, which seemed to have taken up mysteriously larger proportions than usual. When she finally spoke… well it changed my whole perspective on her innocence factor: "Teach me everything you know about carnal knowledge…everything." Only she'd phrase it like that, other people, normal people, would have said "fuck me" simple and to the point. Who was I to deny her what she wanted? So… I taught her everything I knew, I helped to strip the heavens of an angel and anchor her down on earth. They say a fallen angel has every chance of finding their way back to heaven…. So what happens when they become a dark angel?
Dark Angel: "An angel that has been exiled or banished from Heaven due to disobeying or rebelling against God. Dark angels will roam the Earth until Judgment Day, when they will be banished to Hell."
The moonlight streamed in through the windows to caress the perspiration running down the two bodies of the room's occupants. As their bodies slithered together underneath the cotton sheets, soft murmurs and throaty moans could be heard floating out into the humid atmosphere. The bodies stopped withering and one of the figures rose up out of the sheets to pad towards the bathroom. On their return they lingered at the foot of the bed to gaze down at the ethereal sight before them.
A soft sign escaped from between Jess' swollen lips as he stared down at Rory's slightly drowsy figure. The moonlight coated her pale body in shadows, hinting here and there of the wonders to be found in her body's many contours. She was resting on her front, allowing her small, yet plump, breasts to slightly swell at the sides. Jess reached out to trail a calloused finger from the base of her silky hair, along the vertebrates of her spine, into the slight dimple at the base of her back and over the swell of her ass, before giving it a sharp tap. He couldn't help but smirk as he felt her body shiver in response to his feather-light touch and the slight jerk and low moan she gave at his sharp tap. Her dark chocolate coloured tresses slid to the side as she turned her face to gaze up at him through half-lidded eyes, the effervescent blue of her iris drawing him in.
"You have to go Ror." Simple words that in any other lifetime would have led to simple consequences, but this wasn't any other lifetime, it was theirs. Jess watched as Rory's eyes darkened to black as she allowed the cotton sheet to slide down and across her body as she turned towards him and Jess couldn't help but follow the sheet's progress as it swept lower and lower till it pooled in her lap. His eyes leisurely travelled back up as Rory stalked towards him like a sensual feline stalking her prey. Her swollen bottom lip was caught between her teeth, hair spread out over her shoulder and hips swaying gently, entrancing Jess in their exotic dance.
"You don't want me to go and…….. neither. do. I." Truer words were never spoken and Jess felt himself drowning in the sensations she was creating as she wrapped her body around his back, lips fluttering against his rapid pulse, hands……. god her hands……. One second they're then the next they're gone, leaving him breathless, wanting more, trying to figure out why they shouldn't be back on the bed losing themselves in the others body. He felt his vertebrates lock into place one after the other as her nails scraped along his abs, steadily going lower and lower at a pace that was driving him crazy. His eyes closed involuntary as her fingers brushed him, colours exploding behind his lids, waiting with bated breath for that final touch, but after a couple of seconds of nothing, he opened his to see her standing in front of him, eyes gleaming triumphantly.
"If you want me to go then I guess I'll go." She didn't have to take a full step before he had pulled her back and threw her back onto the bed.
My Angel: "She is the light in my life and my vengence on Heaven and Hell will be great if anything or anyone tried to take her away from me."
In that moment I knew that she'd well and truly fallen from God's graces, her hair fanned out behind her, lips swollen and eager, creamy skin begging for my touch, eyes covered in a look that's I'd come to recognise and anticipate. Maybe life wasn't so bad after all for dark angels.
They say the most well known dark angel is Lucifer. Yet amongst the living dark angels arrive every day. They may have fallen from God's good graces but at some point before they were the epiphany of all things good. Sometimes we just need to remember that, 'coz although she'd lost her innocence there isn't a day that goes by that I regret my decision to teach her. She's a Fallen Angel…….. a Dark Angel, but more importantly, she's My Angel.
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