Under the Falling Moon

The sweet melody of Greensleeves played out of her almost freshly unpacked stereo. Illana, fresh from the shower,brushed her long raven

hair until it was so smooth you could run your fingers through it and never hit a knot. Undressing to nothing but her panties, she took out her silk

night gown from the closet and looked at herself in the mirror hung from the door. Her icy eyes stared back at her with such life, it scared her

somewhat. Could it be possible to have a live reflection? Of course not, it was her. Her eyes were her life. They shined so brightly, so intensly, it

reflected her soul. It didn't matter if she was silenced to never talk, anyone could read her thoughts simply by looking at her eyes. She lifted the

backless nightgown over her head and smiled when the soft silk touched her bare skin.

She layed down on her king-size canopy bed that she unloaded just a couple hours ago. The thin crimson colored canopy hung around her, and gave the dark room an eerie red tint. She looked like a dead bride- pale and full of promise, yet the color of her funeral dress gave it all away. She would not be attending any wedding at all, no, the cemetary was her domain. Creature of the night.

Alive from the grave.

Born from a wish.

Born from a wish? Where had she heard this before? Oh well, it didn't matter too much if she couldn't remember it. All that mattered was now, this moment. Her eyes began to get heavy as she curled up on the black satin sheets. Jak was off screwing one of his whores, and Jenny had been tucked in her bed safely moments before. But even as she drifted off into sleep, she still felt like something was missing.

Or someone.

That was it. Someone to hold her in his safe arms. Someone to wipe the hair from her face while she drifted off to sleep. Someone to love her. But not just "Someone." That someone was specific. In her heart, she felt that someone was...

He was...

He was...

She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

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At this particular moment (and, actually, for the past couple of hours) all Nny wanted to do was touch her face. As weird as this sounded, he just wanted to stroke her cheek. Ever since Illana left his house, he had been sitting on his couch just staring blankly at the wall, trying to figure out what to do.

This has never happend to him before! Him, Johnny C? Wanting to touch someone! Wanting to give a small comfort to someone who needs it? This...was so not like him. His internal dialouge was starting to read like a script from a bad teen soap opera. He looked over on the counter at the fat burger boy who stood as still and silent as stone.

Reverend Meat was very quiet. He had not said anything to Nny in a couple of days, and this got him thinking why. Could it have been the influence of that girl? Possibly. Her kiss had lit him on fire-something very buried in his soul had unearthed-and yet through all of this, that stupid lil fat burger man had not said anything. Nothing. He pointed his finger sternly at the Reverend and shook it.

"You better not try and ruin this for me Fatty McFat, or I swear I'll-I'll...nail you to a wall or something. Don't think I won't do it! I've done it before!(Heh, poor bunny.)"

Still no reply.

Oh well, no talking voices was a good thing. He could focus his attention on the girl next door. But what to do? She punctured a hole in his invisible wall he put up to block from everything...and it seemed slowly but surely all the emotions, the wants, the needs...the things that set humans apart from mere animals, started leaking out. And first out was- desire.

Desire.

Staring out his window through hers, he could see the faintest silouette(sp?) of her sleeping. He saw her assemble her bed and attempt to decorate her new room a little bit earlier. He could see the red paper-thin canopy around her, and a nice expensive looking stereo on her dresser stuck on play. Inhaling, he thought of the small whisks of hair in her face, how her body moved up and down every time she took a breath, the way the sheet covered her body, how soft her skin would feel after just getting out of the shower...

"EXHALE! EXHALE!" his body screamed at him as he let out one large breath. Being the "ever so implusive" person he was (psh, just keep on readin' folks) he was already climbing out of his window and into hers before he could think about it. Sliding her window up slowly as not to wake her, he thought "Okay, here we go Johnny C., time to see what you've been missing all these years."

Climbing through the window, he shut it with the same care as when opening. All this time Greensleeves had been stuck on repeat, playing the perfect background music for the occasion. A happy, soothing melody of light feelings. Normally he would loath such a thing, but for some reason it just fit the occasion. He turned around, and that's when he saw her.

Pulling back the canopy slightly, she had her thin bare back exposed to him. There she was, lying on black satin sheets with a sexy silk nightgown to match. The smooth piano music moved with precision timing as his eyes traced that back. Her spine was a foundation for the muscles and nerves that attatched themselves to it, and how perfect it was. He had brutally maimed enough people to know anatomy, and here she was- everything he thought of as female perfection. He could see a little bit of them all in her---all the women he thought of as sexually attractive. Hell, even a little bit of Devi was in there too. A beautiful shell with an even more beautiful soul.

Holding his breath and without letting himself think, he slowly lyed down next to her and gently pressed his body against hers. He could here a small womanish sigh of pleasure as he felt he touched her shoulder and down her arm, then back up again. She felt like she smelled-soft and of rose petals. He moved her hair and placed his head on her neck, closing his eyes and taking in all the sensations of this woman. He could feel her body moving, breathing, right next to his, and he just plugged into her. His soul plugged into hers, like the day she plugged into his. Only this time, was he at peace with this. With her.

With lust & love.

He could feel himself becoming slightly aroused at the sensations she was giving off. And just as he was getting there she turned around towards him, facing him, half-awake with her eyes still closed. She curled up into his strong, safe embrace and smiled.

"Johnny...I knew you'd come...I...-yawn-...I want you near me, like this, always..."

Suddenly all those emotions of hate and rage he knew so well had been erased completely from his memory and all he could think about was Illana Montiego, and how much he never wanted to part from her either.

"Lani...I-I-I, don't know how to say this, but I----"

She placed a finger on his lip, silencing him, and opened her eyes. She looked up at him with those sparkling ice crystals and in that moment he knew she loved him.

"Sssh, don't strain yourself to say it. I know what you're going to say, and yes, I love you too." He smiled sheepishly and pulled her in as close as possible to him, pressing his hardend self between her legs, and lost himself in her sweet kiss. Greensleeves had never been so beautiful.

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A/N: Wow, it's been so long since I started this fic...I was still a wee Freshman at band camp, now I'm a Junior running 24/7 with my officer positions in ROTC and ITS. But enough of my private life, let's talk about the story. I'm SO glad I've finally got to update this story. It has been, without a doubt, my favorite story I've worked on (besides my Escaflowne fic, which one day since my father accidently deleted all 124ish pages on accident). I hope everyone is enjoying it so far! Unlike my Invader Zim fic which is purely fun & porn (c'mon ladies, don't act like you don't enjoy it ;P) I wanted this story to be alot different. The reason Johnny is so OOC and on purpose is because he's going through a transition-he's been exposed to something "beautiful" amongst all the ugly around him, and it changes him. "Beauty" is the main theme of the story, and by writing it smoothly and flowingly as possible, I'm trying to show it. I want the flow of the story to be like the underlying message- no matter where you are, there is always something wonderful around the corner.

Or maybe I'm just dumb.

Don't mind me, I'm tired and in a "creative" mood.

Bones

R&R!