PLEASE READ THIS WARNING: I do not own, Rio, Blu, Jewel, or any other related character. I own the plot and OCs in this story, but they haven't appeared yet, but all other characters and related themes are owned by Blue Sky Films and 20th Century Fox.
Sigh… I really don't like the stupid traffic here. It's like every time I update it gets knocked down almost immediately… this story has about 2,000 hits so far, but I expected way more… sigh…
Birdguy432: Thanks. :) Obviously it would've looked better with more words but… meh.
Feathers Apart: Well I've updated, so HOORAY! XD It's the holidays so… yeah. Anyways as a fellow FanFictioner you should know the greater pros of first-person-POV... don't worry man; you can do it. =]
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By the way guys I noticed that now you can add the character thingy here! :D So you can filter this by 'Blu' and 'Jewel'... meh I think I'm kinda late. Oh well. ~_~
Anyways let's just go with it:
I always wondered why alcohol was so bad. Sure it makes one disorientated and unable to think clearly, but I never really considered the aftermath. I couldn't delve deeper to see the consequences of certain things, always assuming that the number of consequences for every action was few and finite. Besides I was quite sure the pros outweighed the cons- you get to be blocked out from whatever you do, and you can just be yourself…
As punishment, the Rio Statue has decided to punish me with my 'mate' becoming drunk, to force me to experience the wrath of drunkenness effects. My previous conjecture was proven to be horribly wrong- incessant mumbling made my 'mate's maturity level plummet to that of a hatchling, and his refusal to budge made it all the more physically challenging. It didn't help that his premature ramblings were punctuated with violent choking sessions and of the course the occasional slip into unconsciousness. Half of the time I was frustrated with his mutterings and also simultaneously concerned for his health that seems to be more erratic than the weather here. I made another mental note, never to have hard liquor ever again.
"Where the 'ell am I goin'?" Blu asked, his voice sounding like a cross between an amateur cowboy and a five-year-old trying to resist his mother. I rolled my eyes; this is the umpteenth time of which he said this. And so I combated it with the usual answer:
"Home."
"Home? Home is where the heart is…" And suddenly he broke with great audacity into an awful song, and to accompany that he was wicked off-key: "I'M GOING HOME! BACK TO THE PLACE WHERE I BELONGGG! AND WHERE YOU LOVE HAD ALWAYS BEEN ENOUGH FOR MEEE!"
"Shhh! Do you want to be heard by the whole of Rio?" I shushed, yanking at his unsteady body to move ahead. The rest of the birds didn't even bother to look back; they were too exasperated. But to be honest this was all Rafael's fault, he should have never offered Blu something he couldn't take.
He looked into the air with a comically nonchalant look before looking at me to answer: "MAYY-be!" He then broke off and rushed ahead of me.
"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, SUCKAS!" Startled, I ran after him while the rest tried to catch up to him in the air… until they found him rubbing his head a distance from a tree. The impact must have been harsh, I figured. All I could get from him was: "Lighty light lighties…"
Sometimes I swear that Linda is as paranoid as… as Blu- the moment she catches sight of Blu [I didn't even have to knock] she rushes outside faster than an Olympic sprinter, and immediately knows judging by his dazed expression and the way of which he squawks loudly upon being touched. She looks at the five other birds demanding for an answer, and Rafael and I stare at the ground in guilt. Fortunately [and for a human] she is comparatively forgiving and she tried to consult Tulio for a diagnosis. And he gives the expected- apparently alcohol works on everyone just the same: drink, get drunk [which is more like a temporary brain tumour, in all honesty], and wake up the next day sober.
Tulio probably thinks that by putting the both of us back into the artificial environment is going to magically put Blu to sleep, so that he can awaken to become normal again. Well let me be the first to testify otherwise- in all honesty, the experience was as chilling as a stay at a mental hospital. But the fact is, I have chosen Blu to be my mate, and obviously I'm expected to tolerate anything that accompanies him… and every moment he bumps into a tree I have to be there for him…
"STOP HOLDING MEEEEEE…" He yelled drunkenly as he made a full 360-degree turn to nudge off my wing as I tried to steer him away from yet another tree.
I sighed in exasperation. "Blu, please. It's midnight. You should be in bed by n-"
Before I could finish my sentence, he had slipped into unconsciousness, and this sparked a wave of panic and concern to wash over me. "Blu! Blu!" I yelled, shaking his motionless self in attempt to rouse him back into the world.
My attempt was not futile- his chocolate-brown eyes emerged and they looked back lovingly back at me.
"Beautiful…" he muttered as he gazed up at me, of which my natural reaction was to blush, but not a word escaped my beak since I was lost for words…
Then he started to sing again, this time more adhering to the key: "Excuse me | But I might drink a little more than I should | Tonight; and I might take you home with me if I could | Tonight; and we might not get tomorrow…"
Then he started to circle me while executing some contemporary dance move: "Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey"- when he said the word 'sexy' his wing jutted out towards me –"Give me everything tonight | I want all of you toni-i-ight… | For all we know | We might not get tomorrow; let's do it tonight…" His voice trailed off as he suddenly bolted right in front of me, the tip of our beaks just touching and… a rather seductive look of his face. Suddenly all that lust started to emerge into my mind again, and my whole body became covered in goose-bumps…
Then slowly, the distance between us closed in, and our beaks converged softly, which then intensified slowly but surely, as it grew more passionate and [I swear scotch must have this hormonal driving enzyme or some nonsense] I felt myself being forced to lie on the ground while me and my lovebird's tongues were still engaged in an epic wrestle match…
Suddenly my common sense snapped up, and it nudged me to inform me what was occurring- a gentle kiss intensifying to playful foreplay…
Sometimes life can be so ironic, where when the thing that you desire to do most occurs, your sense of concern acts up and starts to raise doubts into your mind… as Blu starts to devour my neck, I carefully asked, "Are you sure about this Blu?" He had always been so adamant about abstaining that now seemed inopportune and totally out of the blue…
Whatever sanity that Blu could have possessed acted up. "C'mon, Jewel… you've always wanted this… and I love you… we should at least try…"
At this point all the lust that I had bottled up relapsed and the urge for me to give in to… to copulation became strong. Every part of me tingled, and my heart began to race and every pound was a knock against my mind, that should I mate with Blu, then… then we'll be mates forever, that we'll be together no matter what, that this would prove our love for each other. The images of Rafael and Eva's family flashed through my mind, and so did all the mortal lusts and sexual desires I harboured, but what lingered was all the images of my time with Blu, that all these memories that I held to my heart could all be sealed with this… that we could be as one in heart, right next to each other.
And so I gave in to the art of making love.
~Intermission: Blu~
I am fully aware of the fact that we are the last two Spix's Macaws left on Earth, and I am also fully aware of that final step for me and Jewel to become mates… and of course this final step was vital, that we become mates to seal our eternal love… but it's like marriage. It's so important and you often question yourself if it was a right move… because if it isn't it'll haunt you for the rest of your life.
But I'm a pessimist. So I try to foresee the problems I will face, and the possibilities are numerous. I'm fully aware as to how female act when they're pregnant- they crave weird, never-before-tasted foodstuffs, they puke or get morning sickness frequently, and [this one particularly terrifies me] they have erratic mood swings. It was going to be ugly, to say the least, but of course, birds lay their eggs approximately five days after copulation.
Then there's the period of the egg, which is obviously longer than the above mentioned. The egg would have to be protected at all costs and kept warm at all costs… it was going to tie Jewel down for a long time, and if it shatters… so would mine and Jewel's.
When the egg hatches, we would also face the responsibility of taking after the hatchlings until they're big enough to take flight… simply because we were their parents. And that struck me- what about the hatchling? What if I wasn't good enough? What if they got into trouble and I wasn't there to help them? What if…
…what if they grow up without a parent?
X-X-X
The last thing I recall was being in Rafael's 'house' and drinking that bag of scotch out of courtesy. I guess what they say is true- suddenly you just lose control of everything that you do, feel and say, and you could do anything from a one-night stand to a drunken-rage murder. It was terrifying, not being in control of yourself and having something you don't exactly trust become your puppeteer.
Thus when I open my eyes, I was surprised to realise that I was in the artificial jungle in Tulio's lab, and even more surprised to see Jewel's slumbering body right next to me… or rather, physically on top of me. I squawked in shock, and instinctively backed up. Jewel's eyes slowly opened to see her mate missing, and they scanned the area briefly before meeting mine. A smile stretched across her face. "Hello, Blu," she says.
The events between this point of time and the time all my consciousness was shut down were still unclear. "Jewel, what happened the other night?" I asked, not sure if I want to discover the answer.
Jewel squinted, before realising that whatever I had experienced was not known by me. She frowned. "Don't you remember, my mate?"
"Mate?" I repeated quizzically. When Jewel gave no response, I was left to figure out what happened…
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…cheese and sprinkles.
"Blu, what's gotten into you?" Suddenly I realised that last bit was said aloud.
Everything, I wanted to say. It was just so unbelievable… it wasn't that we were mates, since I had already initially agreed on this. It was because I was drunk when it happened. I wasn't in control, I didn't let any concern or doubts stop me, I just did it. The title of the mate fell like a ton of bricks.
And besides, there were so many questions… ranging from trivial matters like not 'giving her enough' to more serious ones like: 'What's next?'
"Jewel," I managed. "I… I… I'm sorry."
To my horror, rage marks her expression, quite similar to the previous time during that quarrel in Luiz's Garage. "Sorry? That's the best that you can come up with?"
I attempted futilely to redeem myself: "I mean I- I could have done something, Jewel, I-… I was drunk. I… I'm just sorry tha-"
"Blu," Jewel intercepted impatiently. "Don't be sorry. I'm happy that now we've become mates for life, you hear me? It was a defining moment in my life, and it was with you. Do you think I would be unhappy that we're mates now?"
I tried to rebut it, but no word came out of my beak. I tried to decipher what I was feeling at that moment- it was not happiness, but rather… guilt. It just felt all… screwed up.
"It's just…" I muttered after an awkward silence. "It's just that it felt so wrong. Being drunk and mating… it's like I didn't satisfy you or anything. It was like I was someone different… and besides, what if… what if you were a different bird?" Both of us flinched- the very thought just sent chilling shudders down my spine… "How would I ever answer to you…" my voice trailed off, and although I didn't mean to, a stream of salty tears flew from my eyes… and suddenly I felt like a stupid coward…
Suddenly Jewel began to see why I was so upset, but the cheerful smile appeared again, this time in the purpose of trying to comfort me. She edged closer next to me, her face centimetres away from mine. "Blu," she whispered, her rage completely dissipated. "It's ok. You did satisfy me… very much, in fact," – her face flashed bright crimson briefly –"and… it wasn't like you weren't in control. And besides… you were in control. Somewhere during the… mating ritual you half-sobered… and you didn't restrict anything, and neither did I. I felt… free… and I felt… I felt loved."
Memory suddenly opened its flood gates, and I was greeted with the images of that night of passion, and at that point I suddenly remembered everything vividly. I remembered wanting Jewel to hold me tighter, to kiss me harder, and the pure ecstasy filling my senses… and I didn't want it to end.
Sometimes I feel like I had two sides of me, the part of me that was overly-pessimistic and full of doubts, concerns and objective views to anything and everything in my life. The other being all my emotion, that part of me that was driven by desire that controlled me to tell me to do what my instincts told me… I realised that the former was my mind, always looking to the negatives of life, and I knew if I had let that side control me, it wouldn't get me anywhere. The latter… it was Rafael was talking about. It was my heart. It pushed me beyond my boundaries… and that gave me, not the burdening but rather, the honorary title of Jewel's mate.
I followed what my heart wanted- I leaned forward and pressed my beak softly on my new mate's… and suddenly that sweet nostalgic feeling returned, and our tongues began their own passionate waltz, accelerating slowly but surely… until I found myself, as I broke the kiss desperately for oxygen and opened my eyes, physically on top of her. But that was trivial at the moment.
"I love you, Jewel," I finally managed, amidst the heavy breathing of Jewel and I, our scents mixing to become one intoxicating aroma that calmed me. "I don't feel guilty of it anymore. I…" –I found myself grinning rather stupidly and involuntarily- "I feel… I feel ecstatic that we're mates now. It's just so wonderful…"
And she jerked her head up to peck me on the beak briefly before replying: "Same here, my mate… and please, no more guilt. No more holding back. You need to learn to… let your heart speak sometimes. You need to do what your desires tell you to." Smiling lovingly, I relaxed my body so I slumped over Jewel's on the ground.
"Guess you're happy we had drunken sex, huh?" I asked out of jest. She laughed softly, a wind chime resonating in my eardrums.
"It would've more satisfying if you weren't drunk, though," Jewel whispered huskily, a seductive smile spreading across her divine face. Before I could respond, she pulled me in again for a more forceful and passionate kiss, one that desired more and that lusted after physical love…
I pulled away, returning her seductive smile. "Let's start Round Two, shall we?"
Please don't ask me to give more… -cough-… ELABORATE details. This story remains at T-rating.
Anyways hope you like it… the next few chapters are gonna be quite the dramatic type, if you know what I'm saying. ;) In case you didn't notice, there are lyrical referrences: 1. Home- Daughtry and 2. Give Me Everything- Pitbull ft. Ne-Yo, Afrojack, Nayer. I don't intend to break any copyright; the lyrics belong to those respective people
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