Blue. Blue eyes like the Caribbean. Blue like curacao. Mixed with coconut and pineapple. She slumped on the couch, stretching out her limbs, blue and white feathers spreading as she pulled her muscles into place. I sat down on the one open seat and pulled her head onto my lap. I brushed her bangs out of her face, streaks of purple and white against a blue background. She rolled her head in my lap, a scarlet rush against her coffee colored skin. I rubbed my thumb on her cheek, against the corner of her smile. She opened her eyes and let out a giggle.
"Hey there," she said. I smiled back at her, resting my hand in the back of her head.
"Having a little fun?" I asked looking over at the table. Two bottles stood on it, one bottle filled with blue, and another clear filled bottle with a parrot on it. A small can joined them, a large hole poked in, and its partner, a glass with green stained ice cubes hiding a blue straw. "You sure do like your rum."
"Coconut is awesome," she said rolling her face towards me.
"Your body is so small," I said. "How can you handle something so strong?" Her body was small, an interesting quirk she and her species had. An Eastern Harpy, even full grown, her body would still be that of a child. Young teenager more accurately, but a few years makes a difference I guess. It meant for maneuverability in flight, but it didn't seem to make sense. Their arms were giant wings, makes sense proportionately, and where a human's foot would be were a set of giant talons, kept razor sharp, covered in scales up to her knee. How they could fly with such a body would always escape me.
"Need a reminder of home," she slurred out. Despite being an Eastern Harpy, she was born, or laid I guess, in the Caribbean. Puerto Rico, so she got U.S. citizenship. Her mother had found her way to the United States and got to Puerto Rico, where she met some black guy. Miki didn't talk much about him other than he got her mom pregnant. But her mom laid her and she hatched. Still confused on how harpies reproduce. So that made her quite the unique bird, half Japanese, half Puerto Rican, and all harpy. She was pretty small. Her legs just barely passed the second couch cushion, her talons reaching the third. As I focused on her legs, I saw a flush of blue in my peripherals. I snapped my eyes back, Miki staring me in the face.
"You look cute," she slurred out. Her hair brushed against my face, the smell of coconut wafting about it, contrasted with the alcohol on her breath. In a heavy drunken breath, she said "I wanna taste you." She enveloped my ear and stuck her tongue inside, swirling the muscle around whilst moaning.
"Wait, what are you doing?" I protested. I tried to push her off me, but she over took me, pushing me on my back. She straddled me, her knee landing between my legs.
"Oh you're such a naughty boy," she said grinding her leg against my groin. "I know you want it, you so hard already."
"You're drunk Miki," I yelled at her. Her smiled disappeared, and her leg stopped moving. She broke into tears and broken down in front of me, falling into my chest.
"Why," she cried. "Why won't you fuck me? I want to! I know you want to! I see the way you look at me! You look at me like my friends looked at girls! And I've caught you looking at me butt! I know you look at it!" She leaned back and pounded on my chest. "So why? Why won't you fuck me?" She stared at me, the blue eyes set against the red of her bloodshot sclera, streams of blue against her red face. A dark silence fell, awkwardly accenting the pleas of her drunken heart. No, not a drunken heart, just her heart. She couldn't say it herself, but the alcohol was the key that unlocked her feelings. My leg felt warm against her legs, and slowly grew wet as well. I looked down at my leg, and above it, a wet mark grew, staining the denim of her shorts as liquid leaked out. She balled again and fell against my chest.
"I pissed myself," she lamented. "I'm so embarrassed!" She belted out, her voice slowly growing softer until she passed out, the alcohol finally catching her.
The earth shook around me. I rolled around in a white abyss. I opened my eyes, the blue of the room enveloping me.
"Morning," I heard from the door. David walked in carrying a glass of water. "How you feeling?"
"Shitty," I said pulling myself up against the headboard, rubbing my temples with my thumb. I cold rush hit my chest as the green sheet fell off of me. I shrieked, covering my chest with my wings. I looked over at David rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"Yeah sorry about that. I had to change your clothes," he said.
"And you didn't dress me?" I glared at him.
"Well I didn't want to go through your clothes and underwear," he said blushing.
"That shit's straight out of Code Geass," I said, grasping at the pale green blanket. "You could have at least found me a robe or something." I pulled the sheet up to my chest, my thumbs struggling to keep a grasp on the thick material. David sat down on the bed, the shift in weight upsetting my balance and as a result my stomach.
"I brought you some water," he said holding out the glass. "You look like you need it." I glared at the clear liquid in the glass, so similar to last night's drink, and yet so different. Clear liquid, as in, nothing to help me drink it.
"You forgot the straw," I said turning my face away, attempting to hid my red cheeks.
"I'm unoriginal?" he laughed. "You sound like a Quarian." I glared back at him.
"If I wasn't so hungover I would smack that glass back in your face," I said as he rested the glass against my lips. I lifted my right hand to the bottom of the glass, my left arm covering up where my right was. As we had done many times before, he held the glass as I tipped it. When the water hit my lips, it felt like the sweet elixir of life. I lowered my arm and David pulled his arm back, setting the glass on the nightstand.
"What happened?" I asked him.
"You were pretty blacked out," he said. "what do you remember?" I pulled into the recesses of my mind, and my brain gave me pain.
"Don't make me think," I pleaded. "It hurts to think." He stared at me, not giving up. I sighed, and looked forward. "I remember pouring a drink. Pretty hard to make one without hands, but I did. I think I had to poke a hole in the pineapple juice with a talon. I got the drink down, plopped on the couch and, nothing. I woke up in bed."
"Well you missed quite a bit," David said. "I came in, saw you rolling on the couch. I sat down and put your head in my lap." I rested my head against his shoulder, his warm voice soothing my headache.
"I like when you do that," I said. "I like the lap pillow."
"It got further than that tough, you made sure of that. You got really close and started licking my ear. Then you pushed me over and kinda came on to me." I shot a look at him, filled with massive confusion. "Well not so much came on to as nearly sexually assaulting me. Then you started crying and shouting 'fuck me, fuck me.'"
"Dafuq?" I said.
"Oh, it gets weirder," he smirked. "You were grinding into my leg and then," he paused, clearing his throat. "and then you pissed yourself." I could feel the color drain from my skin, and I instinctively hid myself in my wings.
"Most girls I know would be more embarrassed from the ear licking than wetting their panties," he snickered.
"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed at him.
"I'm just interested that you didn't act like that when I brought up the ear licking," he said pulling away one of my wings. "as if that didn't embarrass you." I sat up, my cheeks flushed. He held the glass to my mouth again and I took another drink. "They say alcohol brings out the real you," he said setting the glass down. "and part of the real you is what's on your heart." He moved closer to me. "You really poured out your heart last night." I took a deep breath, trying to focus my composure.
"I really do like you," I told him, my arms trembling. "I really do. You're so nice and calm," I paused. "But whenever you get a chance you never take it. I've seen the way you look at me. I can tell in your eyes. But you never make a move. It's like a giant tease."
"I'm a little confused about it myself," he sighed. "I don't know how this relationship would work out. Especially with your body. I know you're the same age as me, but your body isn't; and I got to be honest, that is a massive boner killer. I got two signals going at once."
"Then what has the past six months been?" I asked him. I was filled with rage. He was lying, he was lying the whole time; for six months. I yelled at him. "Was it nothing to you? Was I just a roommate?" I started crying, my voice breaking. "Cause to me you were more! I saw somebody close, and you just toss it to the side." I paused, my throat swelling, cutting my voice. Then I felt his arms around me, grabbing me. He pulled me into his chest, holding me close.
"Miki, calm down. I never said that," he whispered. "I never said I didn't want to be with you. I said I didn't know what signal to trust." He passed his hand across my back. "I guess I just had to mill it over for a while. And then there's always the 'how do I ask' part." I pushed away from his chest, and locked my eyes with his. "I hate it when you cry," he said wiping away the tears. "your blue eyes look so much better against a white background." I smiled and wiped away the rest of my tears.
"Just ask," I told him. "That's the simplest way to do it, just ask. All I wanted to hear was you to ask." He smiled and laughed, and grabbed my hand. He looked deep into my eyes, smiling.
"Miki, please be my girlfriend," he asked me. I jumped on top of him and pressed my lips against his, lost in the rush of joy. I broke away the kiss, breathless.
"Hell fucking yes," I said between pants. I rested my head against his chest, interlocking his fingers between my feathers.
"Hey," he said nudging me. I raised my head. "Don't be falling asleep now. Its only eight."
"Come on," I whined. "can't we just do this all day?" I continued to hang off him as he sat up. "If we're boyfriend and girlfriend now," I said slithering to his ear. "Shouldn't we consummate the relationship?"
"We're not married Miki," he said. "and regardless, you shouldn't be laying around in bed all day. If you want to lose that hangover you need to start being active. He stood up, causing me to slide to the bed.
"Then why don't we get the world's best painkiller?" I said, lunging at his waist. My plan was doomed to fail as he stepped forward and turned around, just to see me slam face first into the ground. My head spun and my head ached once again. Only now, I also had to contend with my bruised face.
"You also shouldn't drink on an empty stomach," David said kneeling down. He scooped me up and set me on the bed. "I'll make us some breakfast, you get dressed." He turned around and made his way to the door, picking up the glass. I smiled as a rather naughty thought peeked into my head. I laid on my side, my back facing him.
"Hey David," I yelled to him. I rubbed my hand against my butt, precluding it in my plumage. "This butt you love so much is right here ready for the taking." I flailed as he tossed the water at my face. "What the hell?" I yelled at him.
"Cool down birdie," he said flatly, walking through the doorway. I wiped away the water and stood up. I still felt dizzy, and walked towards the dresser. I opened the top drawer, my panty drawer. I blushed and a devilish smile crept across my face. 'It can wait,' I thought to myself. 'I mean, how can I have my pudding if I don't eat my meat?' I ruffled through the drawer, looking for my favorite pair of panties. I saw a flash of blue, and pulled them out. I held them up admiring my selection. I slowly slipped them on and stepped in front of the mirror. I posed in the mirror, revealing my blue shimapan. 'But there's nothing saying I can't tease it.'
A/N Hey guys thanks for reading. I think this is a great opportunity to get some writing done so I've decided to keep writing in the monster girl romance scenes. And I leave it to you readers what girl I do next. So leave in reviews and comments what girl you want or poll at this link surveymonkey/s/CLP3XN5