Summary: What if Max and the Flock had never gotten "the talk"? What is the outcome of an adolescence without an adult and knowledge of societal norms?
Chapter Seventeen: Meeting Brigid Pt 2
Stepping out into the cool evening air of mid-spring, I looked around at the streets in front of me.
Thats what I liked about going out—the possibilities always seemed endless. I mean, we could fly, we could go anywhere we wanted, yet we had to stay up on those cliffs, in that house. Why? I mean, I hate to say it, but I know a part of Max.. a part of her thinks he'll come back..
Shaking my head sadly at the thought, I began to walk down the sidewalk. The bags, although numerous, weren't really weighing me down, but I felt like wandering around. I'd already told Max I'd be late, so there wasn't any problem, even if I was late for the wrong reasons.
I just needed.. to think, be alone for a bit. I loved those kids, I loved Max, but.. I needed to sort thing out in my head right now.
I might as well check out the library.. couldn't be too safe—it may be open, right? But before I went to that next block over, I crossed the street to go behind the bookshop next to the big supermarket-warehouse multiplex. Next to the trashcans and junk, I looked around for a quiet second before I shrugged off my windbreaker and jumped into the sky with the grocery bags and my jacket in my hands.
I made sure to do it fast, in a blink, so no one could see someone rising up out from a vertical stance with large black feathery things protruding from his back. In a second or two I was in the sky, above the clouds. Yeah, it was a risky thing to do, but I was pretty good at flight maneuvering. Max wouldn't give something like that a chance—and for good reason too—she was pretty sloppy. I'm aware of how egotistical that sounds but, really, its a fact, in comparison to myself at least. And even for me, I'm like a bumbling refrigerator next to a swallow. I really am.
It was pretty weird though, cause Max didn't always used to suck so much. When we were first learning, she was better than me by miles.
I hovered above the clouds for a second, the rain had let up while I had been inside shopping, but rocking through the clouds had still drenched my hair. I looked around for a second, a flock of birds were in the distance, but that was it. Quickly swooping back down, I left the grocery bags on a cliff about 300 or so meters from where our house was.
It was a quick 5 minute flight, and I flew back into town, landing on a quiet rooftop and putting on my windbreaker, swiftly and discreetly jumping down the fire escape steps a few at a time empty handed. It'd be too risky to land on a street corner with my wings out, at 6:45. People were still mulling about, even though tonight was particularly dark tonight, unusual for the spring season, but it had rained considerably all day today so it was expected.
Stepping back onto a street corner across the street from the building of the rooftop on which I had landed, I looked around at the people walking around, casually shrugging my hands into my pockets. Blending in, it was so easy, it was so easy. Like I was meant to be here. Like I wasn't cultivated in a pod. Those scientists sure did their job well.
I wasn't sure what I was doing right now. I'd already seen the library closed, the doors locked and lights turned off, when I was flying over to leave the grocery bags at a pit stop. Now what was I doing? I kept walking down, everyone around me.
Everyone was with someone, enjoying the cool, breezy, chilly spring weather after the rain let out in sundresses. I was approaching the promenade, an area of stores in a semi-circular form where people went to.. hang out. Their husbands or boyfriend's jackets were over their bare shoulders.
I vaguely wondered why they did that.. perhaps it was only to steal those jackets. It was societal obligation. I'd noticed a lot in my time wandering around time. It was all so curious, it was all so real.
I couldn't ever help but feel and wonder like we were missing out a lot by isolating ourselves. There was so much to learn. I knew Max would like it, I knew she would, she just needed to get out of that paranoia and she'd love it here. Somewhere far off in my mind I imagined her in a sundress, walking down the same streets with me on a sunny afternoon.
The couple I had been watching.. the girl suddenly stopped and stretched her neck up out at him, her chin pointing up. He smiled at her and lowered his head a few centimeters as she jumped up and pecked his lips with her own.
Had I seen that before? Sure, yeah, on tv. But I'd never understood why they did it. None of us did.
I felt sort of embarrassed to be quite honest. All those times we've watched those strange things on tv, wondered why they did that, and then changed the channel in sheer disinterest.. and now.. now I was actually interested. I didn't even know why, Gazzy Iggy and Max would probably think I'm crazy for actually.. being interested.
If I had been in the house alone when a tv show had been on with kissing, I wouldn't get bored and change the channel.. I'd keep watching. I dunno why, but it was just curious.. and I wanted to know more, although I'm sure that if I ever tried that with Max she'd either slap me or push me away or ignore me for a few days in anger, pissed off. Yeah, I'd never have the guts to try something like that.
The weather seemed right to stay up on the roof tonight. We should talk tonight, just sit there in eachother's presence. It felt good. She was my best friend, we talked about everything. Well.. we wouldn't always actually talk.. but we'd always know what was on eachother's mind. It was sort of a law. It was obligation, I help her, she tells me things. Thats sort of.. how I help her, so I guess its not really a trade-up.. We wouldn't be able to survive without one another, that was also another law.
The flock would definitely fall apart if Max and I didn't get along. Though I'm sure that if I had never existed, she'd need to have a relationship like that with Iggy. And if neither of us were here, then Nudge. But you couldn't talk like that to a kid. If neither Iggy nor I were here, and she had to talk to Nudge, then.. then Nudge wouldn't be the Nudge that we know. She wouldn't be a kid, responsibilities and knowledge thrust onto her like that.
Anyway you looked at the situation, Max would always be the leader. She was born to be a leader.
Jeb, although I hate him, did something crucial for us by giving Max and I an actual childhood. Sure, it was two years, but it was two years in which we didn't have a care in the world. Everything had been fun and games, and it was great.
And then it was stripped from us. Suddenly, harshly, mercilessly.
Although I can't say that I blame him. If he needed to let us go, then how would he be able to go with farewells? Those things, they need to come off like a band-aid. Its the harsh truth. I wouldn't've been able to let him go, mentally, emotionally, if he had done something like that. It sounds like the proper way to take a leave, but not for us.
We were different. We needed to fight to survive. It was appropriate how he had left. Like taking off a band-aid, theres always a sting afterward.. but after the sting, its gone. No dumb memories of the pain, only the feeling of it being there.. I can't say I wouldn't do the same. I can't say I hate him completely for what he did. Leaving Max, leaving us, that was awful. But if I had to leave, I wouldn't do it any other way than how he did.
Maybe I learned from him, maybe its his influence that makes me think this way. Who knows.
I had kept walking straight down the avenue, down 6 blocks from the building on which I had landed. I was walking past the front of the large mega-warehouse-supermarket-liquidator place again. I was walking aimlessly, pointlessly in front of it, but it was good. It felt good. Its not something anyone in the flock normally did, it was mine. My time to think, although it wasn't nearly as alone and isolated, just yourself, like flying is.
When you fly, you're alone and yourself, it feels so good and empty with nothing but the loud air rushing past you, beating against your eardrums—it feels like you're going faster than the speed of sound.. but walking on the streets.. it wasn't nearly as fast.
No adrenaline rush, no quick excited heart-beating, blood-rushing mellow mood on your mind. There were lights and sounds and people all around you, but it was amazing how alone you could feel in the middle of all that. The energy around you makes the floor vibrate beneath the soles of your shoes, but it was you and you and only you.
It felt more alone to walk on busy streets down on Colorado ground than to fly in the big blue empty sky all by yourself, so completely alone. It wasn't nearly as lonely to fly, but perhaps it was because of the distraction, the adrenaline rush. Flying was therapeutic, but walking, like this, it'd make you really think—everything over, think yourself over. Human nature was so.. it was so interesting. All these feelings you'd never expect, yet it was all there.
Yeah, I know it made no sense for us to live down here though. How the heck would we be able to hide? And that was the fact of the matter. We couldn't stay. We needed to hide.
Walking past the supermarket again, I heard an irritated, high-pitched.. very agitated voice resound behind me, and I'd heard it before. I'd heard it before, in epic proportions, I thought, as I recalled how she leaned into me and whispered into my face shallowly with a deep, sultry tone coming up and out of her throat.
With a slight shudder at the thought, I turned around to look at her. Her face was annoyed, her arms crossed, and her shoulders huddled together self-consciously in her furry bomber jacket. There was a large, gangly man, towering behind her, speaking in a slurred voice, quietly and deeply. She seemed annoyed, walking forward in a quick pace, looking like she was ignoring him, but ever-so-aware of his presence looming behind and following her.
No, I was sure that she didn't like his company by now. I walked forward, in between the space that she attempted to put in between them. I was facing him, my back turned to her. She probably didn't even know that I'd cut in between them until she heard the lack of grostesque words steadily streaming out from his mouth.
"Sup Man," I asked casually, bringing my chin up to meet his gaze. He was taller than me, bulkier, but I could take him on. I crossed my arms across my chest, against my opened jacket.
"Heh, yeah, whatever, could'ya move now?" he said gruffly. He obviously had no clue that I was doing this on purpose. Probably thought I was just some sort of psycho.
It's okay though. I sort of was.
"It's okay," I reassured him politely, nodding my head self-assuredly. He stared at me blankly, finally putting all of his attention on me. I heard a light gasp behind me, the girl must've turned around. I heard her shoes scrape against the pavement.
"Whaddya mean it's okay, I'm telling you to move!" he said angrily. His face convulsed grotesquely.
"You know, that look sure doesn't suit you," I informed him, disappointedly shaking my hand. I put my hand on my chin and tilted my head, pretending to critique his face. For some strange, unbeknownst reason, this only seemed to agitate him further. For some strange, unbeknownst reason, the irritated look on his face made me smile. You couldn't know how much fun this is.
"ARE YOU CALLIN ME UGLY?" he screamed at me. Man, that man needed a breathmint. After wincing for a second in reaction to that halitosis, I slowly opened my eyes in distaste. Putting a blank look on my face, I grabbed his chin strongly with one hand, tilting it this way and that to observe it.
"Oh, honey, you've got so much potential though," I said to him rather.. metrosexually. I clucked my tongue, shaking my head disappointedly at him yet again.
I watched him swing an arm back in slow motion. Tsk, what a shame. Any idiot knows that you shouldn't ever let your opponent see a move coming.
"What a dumbass," I muttered absentmindedly, staring at him keeled over on the floor. It'd taken me a second to knee his gut. That arm that he had swung back was still in the same position. A slow dumbass, too, I noted.
I distastefully shook his thick, fat, galloping waist with the toebox of my shoe. Was he really out? Man was that all that took? Too easy. That girl probably could've taken him on herself. I kept on observing him, before I heard footsteps coming towards from behind. I twisted my neck to see the girl, looking rather distraught, her hands clasped together on her chin.
I looked at her curiously, slowly stepping off of the keeled over drunkard. She was pretty when she was anguished too, I noted. I turned around to face her properly. I suddenly regretted my dumb behavior at the store. I had been having such a headache before, she really hadn't deserved that attitude. I mean, really, who did?
"Hey," I said quietly, my face softening at her distressed look.
"Oh my gosh, Fang, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" she looked like she was just about ready to cry. Amazing how facial expressions could change. Less than five minutes ago she had the most annoyed look splayed over her face. Shouldn't she have been more scared then than she was now? No, but she was feeling bad now. I suppose feeling guilty was more stressing for her than feeling scared. Hence the waterworks.. or near-waterworks, I suppose.
I didn't respond. I looked okay. Duh.
I watched her pretty green pupils scan my face, moving back and forth for any bruises or cuts.
"You.. you have.." she was staring at a spot on my face around my chin. She lightly brought her hand up and placed a finger on a spot on my jaw. It was soft, and slightly cold, and it felt like what a cloud is meant to feel like—not the wet things, but the poetic descriptions—and she slowly brought her palm up to rest against my neck as her fingers hovered over the side of my jaw, touching it lightly like how butterflies were drawn to little Gazzy's nose. I'm sure she could feel my adam's apple bobbing up and down as I took a deep gulp, feeling her fingers on my face.
"a little.. cut right there.." she said, giving it an intense speculation.
Her words surprised me, I immediately brought my hand up to touch my jaw, concentrating hard and looking up to stretch my neck and get a better angle. I felt around on my jaw, and she was right. It was really tiny though, miniscule. When the guy keeled over on me before he fell down, he must've just scraped the side of my face with his watch. It was probably less than 6 or 7 millimeters. The scab would fall off in an hour or two, I estimated.
Feeling over the area, suddenly I realized that she hadn't taken her hand off of my jaw either. I brought my head down to look at her. Her hand still on the side of my face, she was no longer observing the cut, but looking deep into my eyes. Why couldn't Max ever do something like that? Then I wouldn't feel so stupid when I did. My fingers, previously having been running over the cut, were now absentmindedly stroking her fingers on my cheek.
She blushed, or I thought she did—I couldn't really tell underneath the dark sky, but I guessed so, since she hid her face, looking away. Cute, I thought, surprising myself. What was her name again?
"Wheres your father?" I asked her. She shouldn't be out like this by herself, and didn't she work at the store her dad was the manager of? He should be taking her home. She wasn't like Max afterall. Its not like she could defend herself, I noted. She looked quite small and tiny, her furry effeminate bomber jacket engulfing her.
"He has a night shift," she explained. I nodded. Suddenly she looked down. Looking at the top of her head, her fingers fiddling with each other down below, I bent my neck a little bit to peek up at her. She was pretty cute.
"Um.. so.. could you.. uhm.." she trailed off, looking off to the side.
"Walk you?" I finished for her. I was just guessing though, I seriously didn't know what she was going to ask for, but I was going to offer anyway. She was too pretty to be out by herself this late at night. She smiled, looking up at me.
"Yeah.. that would be great." I nodded apathetically and started forward in the direction she had been walking in before. The night was nice, dark and silent. A bit chilly, but it was fine.
"So.. you never told me, what school do you go to?" she asked conversationally. It was sort of unnerving. I was fine just walking silently. I cleared my throat, cause there was no way of getting out of talking to her in this situation.. I wracked my brain. What was I supposed to say to this?!
"Where do you go?" I asked her quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice my lack of answer. It worked. Her eyes lit up. Girls liked to talk about themselves down here, I had learned from experience.
"Oh, I go to John Browning State High School," she said excitedly. Okay. Why do I care? I thought absentmindedly. Whatever, the whole premise is to cater to their needs anyway.
"Do ya like it there?" I asked softly, feeling a nice wind play across my face. I wondered where we were walking to anyway. We were far off from the marketing district by now.
"Yeah, its a ton of stuff.. but I recently broke up with my boyfriend.." she looked off to the side, her face probably looking sad. I wondered what idiot what dump a girl like her. She seemed sweet. I didn't know what to say.
"Oh. Sorry." She nodded her head in acknowledgment.
"Thanks."
"Where are we going?" I asked her.
"My brother's place, he runs a hotel." I nodded, thinking that over in my head before I figured out that it didn't really make sense to me. She had a dad, didn't she? She noticed the lack of comment and continued herself.
"I live with my dad, but I don't like staying in a big house alone when he has night shifts sometimes, so I have a room at my big brother's place and just go there." I nodded. We walked a bit more in empty silence, exchanging few, dumb words, her giggles filling the air with my sad pathetic attempts to avoid answering any of her questions succinctly.
"We're here," she said, as we walked up a stoned pathway to a large, nice-looking, cozy front porch. From the open lights in the lobby, I could see the insides decorated lavishly through the windows. I checked the area out and then nodded.
"Cool. Well, See ya," I said, turning around and beginning to walk back into town. I felt like picking up something to eat before heading back to the flock. I could get them all some pizza for dinner too, although that'd be a pain to fly up, I could still do it.
"Um, wait," she called out behind me. I turned around questioningly, to see her hand out to wave me forward. Maybe she'd forgotten something. It couldn't be that she was too afraid to walk two feet to the front door. How irritating. Obligations, obligations, you're stuck on a string. I took a few steps forward, back to her.
"Yeah?" I asked, slightly peeved. Man, she came off as pretty needy. Especially to someone she doesn't even know. In case she wasn't aware, she wasn't anyone very special. I'd beat any gross guy up if they were terrorizing someone defenseless with ill intentions. You could say it was something I got from Max.
Max hated coming into town, but if we ever took long flights away from the house, and she scanned something wrong going on underneath, beneath her, she'd swoop down and scare the fuck out of whomever was causing trouble. Needless to say, I never approved. Max could have such a double-standard sometimes—try to stay hidden, paranoia everywhere—but when she thought something was unjust, she'd do whatever she could to fix it, regardless of if it defied the rules she imposed unto us.
"You know, you can come in if you want. No ones gonna be there or anything." she offered, tilting her head to one side and looking at me blankly. I stared back.
"I'll get you a band-aid for your cut and clean it up, I feel pretty bad," she went on to say, her face honest, but her eyes weren't so earnest. They had something else sitting in them. I walked a few steps forward towards her, drawn in. I was curious to what her real intentions were.
"Theres food here too, the chefs are pretty great," she continued, her face still holding that emotionless, blank expression.
"That sounds good," I replied apathetically, coupled with a nonchallant shrug. Somewhere in the pit of my gut, I knew that I shouldn't accept. I knew that Max would've killed me for saying yeah. I knew, but I said yes anyway.
Her eyes smiled widely up at me and she put her hand lightly on my elbow and steered me around the front porch of the hotel towards the back.
"Here, we can go in this way. The room that I have is towards the back," she led me in. We walked in, past the kitchens, where the smell of good food wafted in towards my nostrils, and she stopped at a door marked 502. She took a key out of one of the front pockets of her jacket and picked the right one, sliding it in, she turned the knob as it clicked. She opened the door and I followed her in.
The room was moderate sized. It was bigger than mine, but my room was pretty small as it is. I'm just thankful that I have my own in general, although Iggy wouldn't benefit much from something like that. Nudge and Angel had fun rooming together, and I don't think Gazzy minded at all rooming with his idol. Max.. had the master bedroom at the end of the hallway, but I don't think I'd've wanted it either way—the walls were painted a light pink in the first place, and even I knew that it wasn't quite Max's thing, but she dealt with it. I looked around this girl's room, it was simple and neat, rather elegant.
"This really isn't my room though. Its just where I stay when my dad's overseas or like no ones at home or whatever. Jim is always upstairs if I need him, or his wife, Sarah, so its cool like that." she explained. I nodded. I sat down on the side of her bed looking around at a few photos on the wall and stuff. She sat at the other end, watching me look around.
"You've got a big family?" I asked her, as I noticed a couple of pictures with large groups of people looking related to one another. She hummed an affirmative.
"Mhm. I've got six other siblings," she picked up a picture from her night table to show me, "Thats Paul, Jim, Sally, Micheal, and David. I don't think Hannah was in this one. She didn't want to photographed cause she was pregnant at the time. Oh, but thats Lorenzo, her husband. He's Italian, and he's got such a funny accent. It's pretty cute," she went on, pointing at some pictures and others. I nodded, amused. So this was a normal life?
"They're all older than you." I stated a fact. She looked up at me.
"Yup, except for Micheal. He's still finishing middle school." It isn't like I knew what age group that would be though. "What about you?" she asked. "Have you got a big family too?"
"No, its pretty small" I lied. No false trails, my ass. Better to keep her guessing. She nodded.
"But I love them, a lot," I replied softly. Her face softened, looking at me. She moved a little closer.
"Have you got any siblings?" she asked curiously. She brought one of her legs up, so now one was bent over her mattress, while the other swung off the side. She was facing me fully. I noticed a little tiny photo-frame, probably hand-made, hanging on a wall. It said 'Brigid' in little lettered beads of multiple colors. Oh. So thats what her name had been.
"I've got a sister.." I said, thinking about Max, and then continued "I've got two little sisters, and tiny little brother," I said, thinking about Gazzy. Was Iggy my younger brother? He was my right hand man. It'd be pretty demeaning of me to baby him like that.. he would never appreciate that.
"Oh, so you've got three younger siblings. Thats not so small, Fang. You're the oldest?" Damnit. I let the cat out the bag. Thats what I get for trailing off and thinking too hard. You accidentally answer honestly.
"Maybe," I replied absentmindedly, thinking about Max.
I was thinking more in terms of.. responsibility. I wasn't responsible for Iggy, but I depended on him. But I felt responsible for Max, cause she really depended on me. Its strange how those things work though, doesn't it? In my mind, it felt like Max was a younger sibling, rather than an older one, or even a best friend anymore.
I wanted to hold her the way I could hold and cradle Angel or Nudge. But.. I couldn't. I could never hold her that way, because she wasn't.
I felt older than her, I wanted to protect her from the world. I looked off into the distance, and suddenly felt somewhere far away. I got pulled back in when I felt Brigid's feather light hands, her touches wafting over my jaw as she carefully taped a band-aid on.
She had taken one out of her bedside drawer, I turned as she worked on my face and saw the top drawer open. There were miscellaneous things in there. Construction paper, a few (what looked like) earrings, some post-its and markers, a little strange semi-circular packet with small oval pills in them, and a box of band-aids that was half open after she had taken one out. I let her finish. She leaned back on the bed after she was done.
"Done! Thanks a lot, by the way, Fang." she said to me, smiling innocently.
"Yeah, its alright," I murmered, feeling around my jaw to touch the band-aid.
It was unnecessary. The scab would fall off soon anyway, but whatever. I didn't want it to get infected anyway. I once got a scraped knee infected, and Jeb had made me stay in bed for two whole days. It had gotten really icky and yellow and green too, but that had been a relatively large epidermal opening.
Suddenly she was leaning into me. Her soft lips met my own. She pressed them against mine and then opened her mouth and pushed them in. She.. she was kissing me. It was soft, her breath was warm, and her skin was soft. Hesitantly I opened my mouth a bit too.
That seemed to be the right thing to do, as the pressure she was putting on my mouth drastically turned more pointed. It was shy at first, but now it was.. rhythmically pressured. I could feel wetness grace my bottom lip. She grasped it softly between her two teeth. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at me, my bottom lip still in between her teeth. She closed her eyes and and leaned in harder, pushing me back.
My back was lying down on her bed now, with my knees hanging off the side of the edge. She was kneeling over me, her hands on my chest. It was.. it was nearly, goddamned therapeutic. I closed my eyes and just went with the flow. It was pretty goddamned fun. No wonder they showed this stuff on tv.
Her hands slowly slid up my chest, causing a tightening in my boxers, and reached my neck. I started getting a little bit more aggressive. I actually opened my mouth and began taking the initiative. I kissed the side of her mouth sweetly, softly. She responded enthusiastically. What I didn't expect was her tongue through my mouth.
I have to say, it was a strange, weird feeling. She ran her tongue across my front row of teeth and sucked on my upper lip as her hands reached the back of my neck, running up the frisky edges of short strands of hair sitting there, before going up to rub against my scalp. I almost forgot to breathe. She let go of me, her hands supporting herself on my chest now.
We looked at eachother in silence, I was breathing on her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling. Leaning ontop of me, and looking down, she bent backwards to face me, successfully thrusting her chest towards me too. I pointedly avoided looking at it, the problem in my pants intensifying just at the knowledge of the close proximity they were at.
She leaned back down, tilting her neck to kiss me again. I responded suavely, casually. It was slow and neat and she didn't thrust her tongue back into my mouth this time, so I guessed that she understood that I wasn't too fond of it. Slowly I slid my hands up to gently rest on her waist, just a ghost of my hand, to keep my own balance if for anyone's benefit.
My head was beginning to feel dizzy in itself. Slowly the kiss turned from neat and well-paced to a mixture of different speeds, taking and giving, her lips were needy and asking, and I didn't know what to give, or do.
Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands slid up in between us and she unbuttoned the five buttons that kept her shirt together at the front. My eyes were closed, but I could sense what she was doing in between us. Immediately I let go of her and looked down. At the time, she was sitting on my chest, her superlatively petite form fitting weightless on me, her crotch centered in the area just above my navel. The tightness of my pants began to grow overwhelming, but I was too preoccupied at the moment to care to put time aside and make it go away.
I looked up at her, and I knew there wasn't any going back. I felt my penis throb, pumping blood, rushing down to my crotch. I don't think I'd ever been as hard as I was right then, looking up at her sitting straight up on my chest, her shirt casually open, revealing a lacy black covering over her breasts. I stared, and stared, and stared, and felt like I hadn't breathed in a while.
My hands lay straight at my sides as she looked down at me with an angelic face. I watched her slowly maneuver herself off of me as she went and lay back on the pillow resting against her headboard. My pupils were hypersensitive of every twitch she made, the rise and fall of her chest, the maneuvering of her curvaceous waist as she'd bend over the tiniest bit.. I was in goddamned deep, it was captivating.
Lifting my neck up, I stood up, following her movements. She rested against her headboard, the position making her chest look ever-so-appealing as the cleavage line grew deeper.
I leaned back into her, and kissed her again, but kept my hand at my sides. I was nearly afraid to put them around her waist now.. It was bare and thin now, and I really needed to get rid of that problem, but I wanted to keep on kissing, cause it was fun and I was doing it to a pretty girl lying underneath me sitting here with her clothes falling off of her.
Looking down for a second, dragging my lips away from hers I noticed that in getting up and moving to lean against the headboard she had also gotten her jeans off, and I sat there admiring her legs. They were short, suiting her small form, but shapely. They were a pale alabaster, devastatingly angelic, so much paler than anyone in the flock, and captivating; we all had light permanent tans from flying close to the sun.
She dragged me back towards her face and I kissed her absentmindedly as her hands traced the rims of my own jeans. I brought down my hands to put them over her own sitting on my pants. What the fuck was she doing?
Feeling my hands over her own, she slipped her smaller digits out of my grasp while I was preoccupied with smothering her lips with kisses, and instead slipped them to wrinkle the hem of the shirt beneath my open windbreaker. Immediately, like a flash of thunder, I jerked away, my hands automatically clamping down on her wrists in a deathlike grip. Brigid looked up at me, confused, wincing slightly at the contact.
I realized that it would probably bruise. My tense jaw unstiffened.
Realizing what I was doing to her, I loosened my grip on her wrists, my gaze softening already. My hands still gently holding her wrists still, I bent down gently again to kiss her softly again, to continue what we had been doing as if she had not tried to just pull my shirt up. She slipped her hands out of my fingers, and this time I kept an eye on what was was doing.
What she did, however, was not anything that I expected.
I felt her hands grope around the center of my crotch, rubbing against the tightness that had grown there emphathetically. Not having seen it coming, I suddenly groaned into her mouth, deeply and gruffly. Regrettably, but willingly, I pulled away from her mouth to lean back a little and watch her hands rub up and down on my crotch, sitting half-cross-legged in front of me. At the angle, looking down, I saw her own crotch. It was something I'd never seen before in my 13 years, it was.. curious, I decided. It was pink and shiny, and there were so many folds in it that it looked insanely complex.
My breathing grew harsh as I watched her rub the tent in my pants, looking up from her crotch to watch her fingers on me, and I peeked a glance at her, my mouth wide open and heaving shallow breaths raggedly, to see her mischievous pixie-like face grin at me, her blouse hanging off her shoulders, unbuttoned, haphazardly. We made eye contact for a moment as she continued to rub my pelvis, and I watched her as she slid a hand off to slip the black lacy thing covering her breasts down her chest to expose herself fully, the taught nipples standing on her bosom extended miles more than when I'd seen Max's.
My breathing grew harsher and I felt myself grow so much harder in her hands beneath my boxers.
I was too overcome to even bother an attempt to say anything. At some point I got my gatherings back together and put my hand around the back of her neck to pull her face against mine and press her lips to mine again as she kept on rubbing up and down. Quickly, soon after I did this, her hand reached down to unbutton my pants. What the fuck? I thought, but was soon distracted as I felt her bare hand make contact with the throbbing flesh of my penis. She yanked it down, to which my mouth ellicited a groan with no inhibitions.
She forcefully shoved my boxers and my jeans down to my knees, both of us still half sitting on the bed. She rubbed up and down purposefully two or three more times before she turned around to place her buttocks on top of my knees. Catching my breath in the small amount of time allowed in which her hands weren't on my penis, I looked up at her questionably as she raised herself up on me, my head now level with her midriff. She rubbed her torso against my head sensuously, to which I nuzzled her on instinct.
At some point, her breasts came to surround my head, the soft flesh on either sides of my face. It was simply a moment of euphoria, is all I can describe it as. I felt one of her hands leave the back of my neck, where she was propelling herself up and reach down to touch my penis again, pulling it up, to which I released a groan into the pinnacle of her cleavage.
Pulling it up, she then sat on my lap, a sudden feeling of intense pleasure coming over me and she sunk down onto my lap, my penis going up and into her vagina. The blood started rushing through me intensely, it was so tight, it was so wet, it was so hot, it was so fucking good. My shaking hands reached up to grab her voluptuous hips and instinctively drive her on me. I kissed the closest area I could reach--her chin--and the feeling was overcoming my entire body, and I nearly bit her in frustration.
It was when she lifted herself up and then fell back down again that I truly didnt think I could take it anymore. I felt like I was about to explode any second, and the white stuff, it would all shoot up into her. Closing my eyes, I heard my mouth involuntarily release a groan. High above me and moving up and down on me, Brigid was squealing as well, her hand propelling her petite form from my shoulders. I couldn't take it anymore, and I had reached the end, the white fluid coming out of me in large tumultuous bursts. I heard her gasp loudly as I felt the fluid leak up and out of me, surging out through deep breaths.
After a few minutes, catching our breaths, she let go of my shoulders and my neck and got off of me. It was quiet, silent, we didn't say a word. I was still running through the experience in my head, looking down to get my bearings together. I felt her eyes watch me as she got up off of my lap and leaned back on her headboard, against her pillow. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw half of her face illuminated by the light of her bedside lamp with stark tenebrism, her beautiful green eyes looking at me.
Something strange was sitting on her eyebrows. She was.. inspecting me.. I turned my pupils back to look at down at the floor, still working on catching my breath and lowering my heartrate to something vaguely normal. She'd ask me whatever it was when she was ready to.
She leaned back, slouching, causing her breasts to stick up above the black lacy thing she had pulled down to expose them, and make them look fuller, larger and rounder. The blouse she had been wearing was still on her, completely unbuttoned and hanging limply by the sides of her pert chest. She was completely nude down south of there, casually lounging on her bed.
My toes twitched as I noticed the light orange underwear resting three or four inches away to the right of my feet, which were placed flat on her carpeted floor.
I had once considered getting Max and the girls underwear, but then wasn't too sure about it, so never bothered. I wasn't even sure why I wore them, but it felt unnatural not to now.. it was simply habit.
I was sitting on the side of the bed she was lying on, my knees hanging over the edge of the mattress, the same position I had been in when she had impaled my penis unto herself, I was completely bare from the waist down. I leaned forward to rest my elbows on my knees and ran my hands over my face. That was incredible.
Thinking back to the fleeting glance of the female excretory organ I had gotten from Brigid previously, while she had rubbed me through my jeans, I wondered where the hole had been among all those glistening pink fold. Wherever it was, it was tight, so tight, and it had felt so good.
I heard a preparatory intake of breath as Brigid opened her mouth to say something. I turned my head to look at her--her hauntingly provocative visage, every pleasurable part of her entire body lain out to me like an erotic portrait.
Looking at me carefully, she returned the glance, speaking clearly with apprehension.
"Were you a virgin?"
THIS IS MAX+FANG FIC. IN THE END IT WILL BE MAX+FANG. PLEASE DO NOT STOP READING BECAUSE THIS FRIGID IS NECCESARY FOR PLOT PROGRESSION.
Don't hate me for what I did right there =(
You're going to appreciate it later.. everything I do, I do for a reason.
I didn't really want to write it, but now that its out of the way.. onto bigger, better issues. This is the foundation for everything coming up in the future. Issues that you guys've been asking me for, for aages now (literally.. or.. perhaps 3 months?)
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1. the fax in this story may seem like just hormones from time to time, but that is not what it is meant to be in the greater scheme of things.
1b. yes, they do have genuine feelings for one another. its dissapointing that i need to clarify that. its a signal that i should expand on that part of the story dialogue then. you guys should tell me things like this, things that i need to improve on, in your reviews o_o thatd be awesome.
2. no. The toolbar at the top of this story does NOT say "Brigid and Fang" now does it? Tsk tsk.
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