Christmas Angel-An SSBB Fanfic

Chapter 4

It was around eleven o' clock on the same night, and the city behind Smash Manor had burst into nightlife. Large neon signs illuminated the streets below with a blinding iridescence, bathing the faces of countless party goers in shimmering green light. The only strange thing about tonight was the volume of people headed for the same place.

Nestled deep within the extravagant city was an establishment nicknamed Angel Bar. Many times this name intrigued newcomers to the city, wondering why such a sinful place was given such a heavenly title. Their suspicions were easily put to rest as soon as they came in the front door.

A small, winged brunette was mixing drinks behind the glass counter.

It was Pit, out of his usual toga and into a classier suit. The reason he took the job was mainly for the monetary benefits. Apparently, humans didn't accept hearts as a currency, so Pit had to play by their rules.

Yet Pit was, quite literally, a heavenly blessing on this tavern. With every match he won, the popularity around the bar grew. In fact, this was why people started calling it Angel Bar. It had been saved by an angel.

Many people had often shot each other appalled glances at what appeared to be a thirteen year old bartender, casually stirring up a margarita, his broad wings barely missing the glassware behind him.

Pit couldn't help but laugh as some people asked him if they could put in a good word for them with Palutena. Sadly, that was WAY out of his pay grade.

And so the night dragged on. Pit wanted nothing more than to leave as the loud, thumping music proceeded to give him a headache. However, his sour disposition changed drastically as a familiar face sauntered into the bar.

It was Samus. Out of her battle attire, she sported a breathtaking scarlet dress that clung tightly to every curve of her body. The bottom was cut off just above her knee, and her hair, now free from the restraints of her hair tie, gorgeously cascaded past her shoulders and down her back. She wore a bright red pair of heels that beautifully accented her dress, attracting even more attention to her curves.

Palutena, give me strength… Pit whimpered to himself as the huntress strolled up to a barstool, tapping the brunette lightly on the shoulder. He had pretended not to notice her as she had walked in.

"Hey." Samus purred.

That steely voice again. Pit could feel chills running up and down his spine.

Pit swiveled around, giving Samus his best surprised look.

"Hey! Didn't think I'd see you here."

"Didn't think I'd see you here, either."

Pit paused.

"Touché."

Samus chuckled.

"Martini, please."

Pit turned, swiftly mixed up the green beverage, and carefully wedging a lime on the edge of the glass, handed it to Samus.

As the blonde slowly lifted the glass to her lips, Pit saw an opportunity for conversation.

"So, why is it that you don't like the holidays?"

Pit immediately regretted his choice of topic. Samus, as she pulled the drink from her lips, went into a long, tear-jerking rant about her lonely, battle-scarred childhood. The angel listened with as much heart as he could muster. Samus went through martini after martini, becoming more emotional and distraught with each one. She was getting noticeably drunk, and was starting to make a scene.

Samus, slamming down the fragile glass of her sixth martini as if she were in a shot contest, casually asked for another.

"I think you've had enough." Pit tried to sound authoritative and caring at the same time.

"Oh…come on…pleeeaasssee…" Samus playfully whined. She flicked the collar of Pit's suit. "I'll buy you one, too…"

A red tint crept onto Pit's face. "No thanks, I don't drink." He sighed as he thought that he would never be able to, as he looked thirteen. And a thirteen year old drinking would look questionable, no?

Samus suddenly perked up as the music changed. "Ooh, I love this song!" She yanked on Pit's arms, nearly pulling him over the counter. "Come dance with me!"

Pit blushed about the same color of Samus's dress.

"W-what?!" He stammered.

"Come on, just one quick dance, before this song ends!"

The brunette glanced at the dance floor. He knew the basics of dancing, such as ballroom dancing and freestyle, but the unholy bump-and-grind moves that these people were pulling off made him cringe in fear. He couldn't bear to imagine what Samus might do if she got him out on that dance floor.

"No." He refused sternly.

"Ohhh… come onnnn…" Samus cooed, tugging even harder on Pit's sleeves. Pit, seeing no way out of this situation that didn't involve violence, solemnly gave into Samus's demands. With a powerful jump and a quick beat of his wings, he placed himself in the grasp of Samus Aran, the galaxy's most feared bounty hunter, who was dragging him out onto a bar dance floor.

Didn't see this coming… The angel thought nervously to himself.

As if fate was pulling a cruel trick on him, Samus's "favorite song" morphed into the raunchiest, most suggestive music that Pit had ever heard. The floor was quickly cleared people saw what appeared to be a thirteen year old angel, not only wearing a suit, but being pulled out onto the bar's main floor by the most attractive woman there. Samus bent herself over, slowly backed into Pit, and the dance began.

What followed was probably the most embarrassing few moments of Pit's life. Samus spared no energy as she broke out into the most seductive moves that the winged teen had ever experienced. He stood still as a statue while the blonde snaked her body around his, exploring her torso with her petite hands.

Pit was so mortified that he could barely breathe. The other partygoers, who had now assembled into what could have been basically recognized as a small audience, whistled and laughed hysterically at the poor angel's situation. Meanwhile, Samus had slithered up behind him, pressed her chest up against his back, and began passionately stroking Pit's face. The teen wanted to move his wings up to hide his expression, but the blonde kept them fairly well contained.

He couldn't believe what he was experiencing. Samus's gentle and soft hand, lovingly caressing his chin, her breasts, nestled between his wings, the soft hums that flowed like honey out of her mouth in time to the music, and the people, who now seemed to have doubled in numbers as soon as Samus's erotic dance had began.

The dreadful song finally ended with and electric guitar whammy, where as Samus saw it fit to slip in a long, suggestive lick all the way up the length of Pit's exposed, creamy neck.

Pit shuddered. Loud cheers and whistles burst out from the gathering as the two simply stared into each other's eyes. The brunette couldn't tell what Samus felt, whether it was genuine affection or just the alcohol.

Please, Palutena, let it be the alcohol…

It was about one o' clock in the morning when Pit decided to walk Samus home. The blonde was visibly drunk out of her wits, and Pit knew that there was no safe way that she would be able to make it home herself. She would either get hit by a car, or get lost and freeze to death. Pit wasn't about to let either one of those things happen to the intoxicated bounty hunter, so he had ended his shift prematurely to escort the poor girl back to her dormitory.

When the pair arrived at Smash Manor, Samus could barely walk. Pit had to lean her on his shoulder just to prevent her from falling flat on her face. As they strolled through the entrance and into the dorm building, they had the misfortune of bumping into some of the other smashers. Pit was shot a frown from Peach, a confused look from Zelda, and a thumbs-up from Ike. He couldn't help but chuckle at that last one.

Soon, the angel and the huntress found themselves at Samus's room. Pit tried the handle. Locked. He swiveled his head to Samus, and casually asked her for her key.

"Nah, nah… I got it…" the blonde mumbled, reaching slowly into her dress pocket. She eventually fished out a single brass key and aimed it at the lock.

She missed the mark by about three inches. Samus pulled the key back and tried again.

A little closer, but not by much.

Pit let out an exasperated groan. He forcefully plucked the key from her wavering hand and thrust it into the key hole.

With one swift click, the door was opened.

He yanked Samus inside, not even sure if she was all there. He tossed the key onto her dresser and released a long sigh, staring down at the floor.

His head jerked up as he heard a small, eerie click behind him.

Ever so slowly, the angel turned around, his eyes wide with fright, praying that that the sound that he had heard wasn't what he suspected it to be.

To his horror, it was.

Samus had locked the door behind him.

She turned her gaze up to lock onto Pit's. An evil grin crept across her flawless complexion. Her eyes gradually closed halfway, giving the teen a hungry stare. Her tongue slithered its way from the chasm of her lips, rolling slowly in a circle before finally receding.

Pit looked her over. She had become much more disheveled since he last saw her. One of her dress straps was falling down, and her hair was a bit messier. What had happened to her in the past few minutes?

She slowly took a step forward. Pit took a step back. She advanced on him until his legs were against her mattress. She raised a hand to his chest, felt his heat beating excitedly, and playfully pushed him down to the bed.

She lowered herself down to meet his terrified expression. She fingered at his collar flirtatiously.

"I had fun tonight, Pit…"

That steely voice again. Goosebumps washed over Pit like a wave.

"O-oh, w-well…" the angel blathered, barely able to make understandable words.

She calmly brushed away one of his fudgy locks.

"Mmm… you're pretty cute when you're flustered…" Samus's tone was getting softer and more seductive with each passing minute. Pit didn't know how much more of this he could take.

Samus gently put her cool hand up to Pit's cheek, dramatically contrasting his fiery red face.

"M-M-Miss Aran…"

"Shhh…" Samus put her finger to his lip.

She carefully shut her eyes and leaned in, meeting Pit's soft lips with her own. The angel's eyes grew impossibly large at the sudden act of affection. He could feel her tongue gliding across his mouth, almost as if begging him to give in.

Pit's brain scrambled to register everything he could feel. The sweet taste of alcohol on her lips, her warm breasts, pressed up against his seemingly icy chest, her hair, softly rippling down her shoulders and onto his arms, and her plush lips, sweetly warping themselves against his own.

Pit couldn't take it anymore. Finally, he accepted the kiss as he met her tongue with his. He lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist, never wanting to let go.

Samus inched forward, deepening the kiss. Her golden hair was now on Pit's shoulders, and he marveled at how utterly pleasant to the touch it was.

Both partners began to shed tears as deep wells of emotion sprang forth. A few small moans escaped Samus's lips. Neither wanted this moment to ever end.

After the rather lengthy tongue war, Pit and Samus finally retracted, each gazing into the other's eyes. Samus nestled herself against Pit's now warm, inviting chest, a deep sigh leaving her mouth. Pit relaxed his left arm, keeping his right arm over the huntress as if to ensure her security. Eventually, the angel swung his wing over Samus, encasing her like a makeshift blanket. She snuggled herself in even further.

Moonlight trickled through the blinds of Samus's only window. It landed right on the crown of her head, illuminating her glimmering hair with a soft, pale glow.

Samus, impossibly pleasured, slowly drifted off to sleep under the warmth of Pit's wing.

Pit shut his eyes, wondering if he would ever experience a night as great ever again.

He fell asleep, that lone happy thought still drifting lazily around in his head.