Fury's POV
I had to see Maria. Her scent, her looks, her smile, all of it burned my being.
Just thinking of her from last night made my body burn. I didn't want to leave but it was best. I couldn't hold my form anymore. I was too afraid of her seeing it and running, screaming like so many had done over the centuries.
I remembered where she said she worked and called to see if she was in yet. Sally was nice enough to let me know she wasn't and was even kinder to give me a call when she got in.
Finishing my painting on Maria, I glanced at the clock, I saw she would be at La Nichols by now and headed there. Flashing near the building I walked in. Sally looked up with a smiling.
"Hi, I'm Fury Nightro, I called earlier to see Miss Windler" I said, smiling at her. She blushed and reached for the phone, calling up to Maria's office.
"She said to go on up Fury" the girl said with a smile, saying my name the best she could seductively. Though I had no interest in her.
Walking to the elevator, I guessed she'd be on the third floor, I pressed it and waited. Waiting, once the elevator opened, I looked up to see Maria standing there waiting.
Smiling, I walked out of the elevator and up to her. She smiled. I could feel her eyes on me.
"Uh, sorry for visiting like this, I kinda wanted to see you again" I said, for some reason I felt myself blushing. She smiled.
"Its alright, I don't mind really. Let me show you around a little" she said, glancing to the floor.
Walking through her office cubicles, wasn't easy. A lot of human females surrounded us. So many wanting me to date them, some just wanting to touch me.
Through a side glance, I saw the slight jealousy cross her face.
"Does that always happen everywhere you go?" she asks.
"Kinda. Not too fond of it really, prefer to be invisible to the crowds" I chide.
"Very nice designs" I said, looking over the designs. Walking over I looked at the dress designs, most of them still partial.
Turning back to her. "Their all gorgeous Maria" I say, watching her, couldn't help but to look her over. The dress she was wearing, showed every curve on her. A wave of lust flows though me and I walk over to her. "But I would like see them on you" I whisper.
I felt her shiver beneath me.
"I only where the ones that come out in stores, I don't sneak the designs hon" she says smiling up at me, then to the design it looks she had been working on.
Walking over to it, I walk around it, thinking of how to help her design.
"Try shortening the shoulders and form more of a "V" shape below the chest" I say, showing her. She smiled happily.
"Thank you, I've been trying to do that for an hour" she said. I smiled.
"Your welcome, I cant wait to see you in it" I say, watching her. No longer able to stand it, I kissed her, pulling her close, hoping she knew how much I was interested in her.
Damn, with females back home. Just being close to one, they would jump you. You would know if you were mates, for the male would respond to the females advances, if he didn't, they weren't mates. Only a males mate could arouse him, no other female could.
Pulling back, she smiled, blushing she looked up at me. ""So are you here just to see, have lunch, or something?" she asked, her gaze, I knew was on my lips. Intuitively I licked them.
She walked over to her desk and sat down, glancing down at some papers.
I grinned. " Thought about eating lunch with you, if that was okay, or waiting until tonight" I said watching her.
Again I knew her gaze was on my lips. I had to grin, walking over to her book shelf, I glanced at a few of the books, before leaning on the shelf.
"Or, we could finish what your thinking" I said, watching her face turn red and glance down at her papers. A strange slight guilt ran through me.
"I was only kidding" I chide after a second.
"Okay, if were going to eat, where we headed?" she asked, looking back up at me.
"I was hoping you wouldn't mind going back to the Italian restaurant" I voiced, glancing over at her with a hopeful look.
"Someone's at your door" I said.
The door opened, revealing a man.
"Working hard I see" he chided with a snug grin.
Maria glared up at him. "Well unlike you, I work hard for everything" she shot back at him. I watched as a scowl appeared on his face.
"Please, you sit up here eating bon bons all day and claim someone else;s work as your own" he sneered.
"That's not true" she hissed angrily at him. Angered by him hurting her feelings I spoke.
"Her designs are her own, she creates them as she draws them" I said, standing straight up. The man turned to spout off at me, til his eyes rested on me and he froze.
I knew the look well. Many human men thought they were tough shit, til they matched me. I was far taller than him, and far stronger.
In an instant, I knew he was Samuel, the bastard that treated Maria like a low life animal.
"So, your Samuel. I have to say, I am very glad you never showed up last night for Maria. Otherwise I wouldn't have had the best night of my life. Plus its just better she leaves a piece of trash like you" I say, watching him.
What had Maria seen in this human male? I sensed nothing from him meaning to her.
He took a few steps back from me.
"You can have the fat bitch" he sneered.
Without even thinking, I grabbed him, slamming him into the wall by his throat.
"You ever say anything like that about Maria, I will hurt you, and don't think of slapping me with lawsuits, I have more than enough to make sure you go to jail, and even your children wont be able to help you" I hiss, how I wanted to hurt this human for his insult.
From my world, if another demon insulted another's mate, they fought til one surrendered, then they weren't allowed to speak til their mates healed them.
He only nodded and I let go of him, he quickly left.
The realization of what I just did came apon me, I felt embarrassed and looked to Maria. "Uh sorry" I said, not sure what to say or do.
"Its okay…at least you actually hurt him" she said walking over to me. My body yearned to be against her again, to feel her heated lips on mine again.
"Lets go to lunch" she said, smiling up at me. I smiled and took her arm. Walking out of her office, it was the same as when we went in, the females swarmed us. But as before, my only interest was in Maria.
Walking out of La Nichols, I opened the door for her and walked around to the drivers side and got in, driving to the Italian Restaurant, I walked her in.
Eating lunch with her was joyous. Listening to her become excited over her designs was wonderful.
Strangely, she stopped and her face suddenly turned red.
"Would you like to come to my house tonight? I can show you more designs, or you could even help me" she asked, her face turning redder. I grinned.
She was opening her den to me. One thing a female rarely did, was open her den to males. The male had to coax her to his den, away from any young she might have. That was always one thing about the females, most of them if not all, would have several hatchlings in her den. To keep from harming the young, even though it was nature to kill off the male young, killing the females young made it impossible to mate, for she would mourn and refuse mating. Once refused, the male would never be sexual until she passed on and that could be hundred of years or more. For his kind, lived from a few hundred years to thousands of years.
I could only grin and say yes to her. Hearing my answer, I saw a large smile appear on her face.
Finishing our meal, I took her back to her work and dropped her off.
With a smile and a goodbye, I walked off, my own heart beating so fast I wondered if it would explode.
I was going to be allowed into a females den. A rare thing indeed.
I couldn't wait until tonight with Maria.
Maria's POV
The rest of the day seemed to drag on. I felt like a slug trying to cross a basketball court on a hot day.
Once it reached 5:30, I bolted out the door and almost in a dead run to my place. I had to clean it up some and change my clothes.
Running up my walkway, I unlocked the door and ran in, throwing my paper work down on the bar. Racing through the house, I threw all the dirty laundry in the hamper in the bathroom, threw away all the trash I could that was laying around.
Putting dishes into the washer, I washed all the counters and table, hell even the chairs.
What was I going to make for dinner? He seemed so fond of Italian. Thinking of a recipe I ate a lot as a child, I scrolled through my recipes and found it. Checking through all the cupboards to make sure I had the ingredients, I start to prepare dinner for us. While I waited for the noodles to cook, I went to shower and change.
Enjoying the hot water, running over me, I wonder what to wear. Fury had seemed fond of my dresses. The image of the baby blue halter dress comes to mind.
Ending the shower, I get out and dry off. Putting on my undergarments, I walk over to my closet and pull out the dress. A nice thick cotton baby blue dress with a defined halter top.
Slipping it on, I prayed he would like it.
Walking back to the bathroom, I apply another light layer of make-up, same as this morning.
Baby Blue was my favorite color. ((if you havent guessed lol)) My mother had gone through ends meet to get me an entire wardrobe of Baby Blue clothing. Something I thanked her for everyday. Hell, she still got me baby blue things. No matter what it was, she got it for me and I loved each item.
Gliding down the stairs, I walk into the kitchen and drain the noodles. Going to my fridge, I collect the ingredients for the cheese sauce and filling.
After mixing it all and filling the noodles, I make the tomato sauce.
Just as I pour it onto the two plates, I hear my door bell ring. Turning to the clock I see its 7. With a excited grin, I walk to the door and open it, revealing Fury. I gasped seeing him. His hair was French braided, hanging over his shoulder. He wore a tight crimson long sleeve shirt and same black leather pants, along with his biker boots. How could a man scream of such lust?
He grinned and handed me a single blue rose.
"Where did you get this?" I asked, admiring it. I had never seen a blue rose before. His grin widened.
"That's my lil secret" he said watching me. I backed up. "Come on in" I said, watching him past. I couldn't help but to smell a trace of men's body spray. Red something. I remembered trying to get Samuel to wear some, I had bought some for just a whim of wanting to get him a gift. He never did, he said it stank. Even though he paid no attention to the fact I had spent an hour searching through the men's cologne and deodorants trying to pick which one he might like.
He walked in and glanced around. Smiling as he turned back to me. "Well, your home looks nice, Maria" he said, I watched his eyes trail over me. I felt myself blush. His eyes always seemed so full of lust, yet he never acted on it. Except for the kiss.
Without thinking much, I walked up to him, staring into his eyes. "Your eyes show so much, yet you don't act, why?" I ask, watching him.
He grinned. "If I did act how I feel, you would probably get freaked out and run, or have the time of your life" he chided.
I felt my face reddened, knowing what he meant.
"Is that all you think about?" I ask, teasing him. "Only when im around you, otherwise, no" he stated, reaching up, to barely stroke my cheek with the back of his fingers.
"There's something about you that I yearn for" he said, watching me. I felt a shiver go through me as he ran his fingers over my cheek.
"Well, how about we eat then watch a movie?" I suggest, taking a step back and walking to the kitchen. He followed me.
Walking over to the table, I showed him, his spot to sit. He grinned.
"You made Italian" he said, looking over to me surprised.
"You seemed so fond of it, I figured why not make some myself" I said, grinning. The look on his face was adorable.
"I'm sure I'll love it" he chided happily. Walking over to my wine stand, I pulled out a bottle of red wine. ((Don't have a clue what all types of red wine there is if any so bare with me pls, thank you ^-^)).
Walking back over I poured us both a glass, but he moved to pull my chair out and I sat down.
He pushed it in, leaving me enough room to move freely. Then took his seat.
I watched him take a bite, and grin. After he finished his eyes beaming. "Its very good Maria" he said, and continued eating.
I laughed. "I knew you would like it" I say watching him.
"So, may I ask if your from an Italian culture?" I ask, watching him. He paused, looking down to the plate.
"My mother was Italian. But my father forbid her to speak her native tongue. But she always cooking Italian, every meal" he said suddenly. I saw both sorrow and happiness in his eyes.
"She must have been a good woman. Look how well she raised you" I say, trying to comfort him, if his thoughts were sad. He grinned.
"She had to deal with 12 of us kids, so yes she did well" he said smiling again.
God lord, 12 children!
"Dear gods, that a lot of children" I gasped. He laughed. His laughter was so low, like rumbling thunder.
"I know. She wanted a lot of children so she could have plenty of grandchildren to spoil" he said laughing. "I bet she got her wish from that" I say, taking a bite.
"She did, 7 grandchildren so far" he stated finishing off his plate. I noted the man ate a lot. At the restaurant he offered three helpings worth of food. While, I could barely finish what was on my plate.
"Only 7 so far? No case of twins or anything?" I ask laughing. He laughed shaking his head. "Actually two of my sisters are due in March and June. One with twins and the other quad triplets" he says grinning.
"Dear lord, she's going to helping change diapers like crazy" I rasped laughing. Man, his family was huge and getting bigger!
"Its what happens when most the family is quad triplets" he says, taking a sip of wine.
I noticed, when he drank wine, he would always like his lips, as those he couldn't get enough of the taste.
"You're a quad?" I asked surprised. He grinned. "Yes." he stated, but didn't explain and further.
"So, what movie are we going to watch?" he asked watching me. His eyes gleaming. "Its one I just found on dvd, its really funny, its called "Mean Girls" I say, watching him.
He frowned. "I don't believe I've heard of that one" he stated. I stood up, taking my glass and the wine bottle with me to the living room. He followed, taking a seat on the 'L' shaped couch I had. I know, it was huge to have but I hated those small couches.
Turning on the movie, I walked over, setting the glass and the wine on the glass table. Then took a seat near him.
The movie was good. He laughed through out it so far. I had too as well. I could never get over how Lindsey Lohan played "Cady" and was tricking Regina into being friends and slowly ruin her life. Around the part where "Cady" gave Regina the weight gaining bar, he asked where the bathroom was. Showing, him, I walked back to the couch, taking a sip of wine.
I had to admit, I was drinking a bit too much. Already we had more than half the bottle by now. He came back and titled his head, laughing.
"A real funny part?" he asked, walking over and sitting down next to me. I went back to show him the part at the talent show.
((I cant remember off the top of my head how all the scenes go, but yes "Mean Girls" is one of my favorite movies.))
He laughed. "That was funny" he stated, and looked down at me. My head was laying on his lap. "You okay?" he asked staring down at me. I laughed and look back at him. "Im fine why?" I ask, giggling.
He chuckled and moved the hair from my face. "Your really giggly" he said, grinning.
I laugh. Why did he find me giggling a lot odd? "Its what happens when you drink to much, well, as much as I've drank" I say, laughing.
He frowned. "I wouldn't know, I've never gotten drunk" he stated, still watching me with curious eyes. I frowned this time. "You've drank as much as I have and your not tipsy?" I asked looking up at him.
He shook his head. "I feel fine" he said with a small laugh. I sit up, glancing at him. "You must have a high tolerance for alcohol then" I say not really understanding it.
"Maybe" he said watching me. Turning, I straddled his lap. I saw the puzzled look come across his face.
"Tell me, why do you like me?" I ask. I watched him frown.
"I like the way you look, soft blue eyes, honey blonde hair that's in gorgeous curls, the way you dress, in such beautiful dresses that complement you in many ways, and the way you seem to glow when blush" he says, his eyes trailing over me.
"What are you thinking?" I ask curiously. "Wondering if its bad that your drunk" he says then chuckles.
I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm just a lil tipsy, nothing bad about it" I say watching him. His expression says different.
"I know people do things they wouldn't normally do sober when their drunk" he stated, and took my arms from around his neck.
"Fury, I'm acting how I want, I'm acting the way me, Maria wants to act, not the alcohol Maria" I state.
"I'm not gonna take advantage of you while your drunk" he said, watching me.
I could tell, he wasn't pleased. Without thinking, I kissed him. At first, he tried to pull back but finally kissed back, pulling me closer against him.
"Please don't me mad" I asked, pleading with him, kissing down his neck.
I heard him groan. Had the man not been with someone before? Was I possibly his first? Seemed almost impossible with the way so many women fawned over him.
Sliding a hand down his chest to dip, my hand into the top of his pants, I stroked his tip. He moaned, before pulling me into another kiss, this time it was more demanding and powerful, full of heat.
Moaning into the kiss, I reached further down into his pants, rubbing him fully. He moaned, and reached up, cupping my breast. I wish I could feel his touch on my skin. As if hearing the thought. His hand slide down my body, til he reached under my dress, my body shivering as he lifted the cotton dress and cupped my breast, massaging it, rubbing a thumb over my nipple. I moaned at his action.
He suddenly shifted and laid me down on the couch. Me being uncertain of his action. "Its okay, im not going to hurt you" he said, and leaned down to suck on the nipple. His hand reaching down into my panties to stroke my warmth. Moaning, I raise up to meet his mouth. His other hand, moves my dress to expose my other breast and he moves to it, sucking lightly.
After sucking on it for a minute or two, he suddenly leans back and kisses down my stomach, lower stomach, and onto my warmth. I gasp as his tongue teases me. His tongue teases me for a moment before he leans back, using two fingers to tease my warmth.
((I know I stink at sexy scenes, so plz bare with me on it."))
Moaning from the pleasure he was giving me, I looked up to see him watching with curious eyes.
Moving his fingers in and out at a faster paste, I felt my body shiver beneath him as he added another finger.
"Do you like this Maria?" he asks, moving his faster, wiggling his fingers inside of me.
Practically riding his fingers, I moan and arch against him, pleading with him to do more. He laughs and moves his fingers more, moving his hand faster. Only a few more minutes do I feel an orgasm tear through me. Almost screaming his name as I come.
He grinned, and leaned down to kiss me.
"How does lil Maria feel now?" he asks, after breaking the kiss. Blushing I looked up to him.
"What about you?" I ask shyly. "I'm fine, I just wanted to watch you enjoy it" he stated. I glanced to the bulge in his pants. "Your not getting away with just giving me pleasure mister" I say, sitting up. He frowned. I noticed he often titled his head to the side, the way a dog often did. How odd.
Leaning forward, I gently pushed him back against the couch, reaching down to unzip his pants. He watched me curiosity flowing across his face and in his eyes. Just by watching me, I knew, he truly hadn't been with anyone.
Unzipping his pants, I gently pulled them down enough so I could see him. He was commando! A brave man to walk around with no underwear in leather pants.