The bathroom filled with steam and I pulled off my sweaty clothes from my first day of work out on my own. Kelly still hadn't gotten home, and said she needed to go to the store after work anyway. Everything piled down at my feet and I stepped into the shower, sighing as the water cascaded down my shoulders and over the rest of my body. My head snapped up and my eyes shot open when I felt a firmiliar set of hands trail from my lower back up to my shoulders, massaging my sore muscles.
"Your muscles are tight." He comments with his thick Irish accent.
"I'm not dreaming..." I whispered, mostly to myself. I swear I wasn't asleep right now.
"You're not dreaming." He confirms, "I'm here." He adds, still massaging my shoulders and back. I still hadn't turned around, hoping that I'd just wake up before he went any further.
"How?" I ask. "You can't just come into my house! That's not ok." I gasp, refusing to turn around. I had to be dreaming right now, I had to be. This wasn't happening.
"How did I get in here?" He questions. "We can discuss that later. Would you like for me to leave?" He asks calmly, spinning me around to face him. I was taken back this time, the paint he wore had started to drip down his face and down his chest, revealing bits and pieces of him.
"Finn..." I murmur, putting my hand up to his chest. My intention was to push his naked frame back a few inches, but instead my hand just kind of sat there. My brain screamed that I needed to tell him to leave, but there was that small part of me that really, really wanted him to stay.
"I've wondered what my name would sound like rolling off your tongue." He smirks, his thumb lightly caressing my cheek. It was taking ever ounce of self control I had to not look down at his manhood, but my eyes couldn't help but linger on areas of his defined chest. He was perfectly constructed. I didn't know what to say, I was still floored that he was in my house, in my shower, naked in front of me. Fingers play down my curve to my hip and he pulls me to him, our bodies flush against each other.
"What are you?" I manage to ask him. I was fully aware of the growing length against my thigh.
"We can discuss that later as well." He murmurs, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. Just like in my dreams my body caved to his touch and I pushed myself harder against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He'd only given me small doses in my dreams, always made me cum at least once usually twice, but he'd never pushed me all the way. He pushes me against the tile wall of the shower and his fingers invade my wetness, slipping two inside of me and using his thumb on my clit.
"Finn..." I moaned, biting down hard on his shoulder when his pace increased.
"That's it my love, say it again." He growl, the vibrations from it tickling my ear. He had the perfect pace and the roughness of his thumb on my clit was going to send me over the edge quickly.
"Oh my god... Finn..." I moan, drawing out his name again. He bit down on my neck, and sucked the soft flesh, making me gasp and grasp his biceps. It was also enough to push me just to that point. My nails dug into the skin on his arms as I came and my knees gave out. The only thing holding me up was his body against my own on the tile wall. He continued to hold me there, pressing soft, gentle kisses on my shoulder, collar bone and neck while I came back down to reality. My eyes finally focused on his face and he held a look that I can only describe as pleased.
"Kelly is home my love, I will see you tonight." He says, setting my full weight onto the floor of the shower. He made sure that I was holding myself before stepping out of the tub, and pulling the shower door closed behind him.
"Finn, hold on-" I say, pushing the door open. He was gone. There was no way he'd made it out of my house, perfect-butt assed naked past Kelly. With a sigh I finished showering, my legs still a little wobbly from the encounter. "Hey, how was work?" I ask her when I gotten changed and walked downstairs into the kitchen.
"It was ok, I didn't really do much." She shrugs. "You look tired." She chuckles, giving me the once over.
"I'm exhausted. Have you ever tried walking through a bog? It makes the mud in Florida looking like childs play." I basically scoffed. "It's ridiculous." I comtemplated telling her about my shower experience, but decided against it. The last thing i wanted to do was scare her more than she was already scared for me. Plus if she'd ever found out he got into the house uninvited, she'd flip a nut. The whole idea of him scared the hell out of her, while I was more intrigued and curious.
"Ew." She makes a face. Kelly was not much for getting dirty or sweaty, or really anything out doors. We stayed up and watched nexflix for a few hours and ordered a pizza before finally calling it a night around 11pm. "Why did we get 9-5 jobs again?" She grumbles unimpressed.
"Because we're responsible, bill paying adults." I sigh, pushing myself up from bed.
"It sucks." She mutters and I laugh.
"Good night Kelly." I smile, before walking up the stairs to my bedroom. My stomach was in knots, I thought that he might literally be in my bedroom waiting on me. When I pushed open the door and turned on the light the room was empty. I changed into a loose fitting tshirt and pulled off my jeans before sliding into bed and turning off the lights. It took me a long time to fall asleep. All I could think about was him sliding into bed next to me, when it never happened I eventually drifted.
"Good evening my love." He greets me. His hand slipped under my shirt and up my curve, before palming a breast and rolling his fingers over my nipple. He watches, seemingly interested as I roll over onto my back to look at him.
"Why didn't you come in person?" I ask him, almost accusingly. It only made him grin though. When I should be getting an exorcist or some junk to get rid or him, I"m asking why he wasn't there in the flesh instead. There's something wrong with me.
"Would you rather I was here in person?" He questions, his hand drifting over to my other breast. I took a moment to think about that, and he watched silently, his eyes darting down to where I'd pulled my lip between my teeth in thought. "I thought perhaps our one intense encounter today was plenty for you to handle on our first day." He tells me.
"What are you?" I ask him again. This time trying to sound firm, as if to add to my seriousness I took his wrist in my hand and pulled it away from my breast. He grins again, he seemed to be entertained by my action.
"It's something I'd rather take time to ease you into." He offers up after a moment of a stare down. "But I can assure you, Ireland is nothing like the home you came from. The lines between fantasy and reality are blurred here." He explains.
"What does that even mean?" I sigh, annoyed. These dreams, always felt way to real, and clearly they were sometimes after the night where body paint showed up on me.
"I'll allow you one question a night." He smirks, "And you've used up your one." He adds, pulling his wrist from my hand. He uses the hand to palm my face and pull a few soft, quick kisses from my lips.
"That's not fair." I pout, "I should be kicking you out of my dreams, my bed and my shower because in reality this is creepy as fuck." I growl at him.
"There's a reason I chose you." He chuckles. "You need to sleep my love, tomorrow will be just as exhausting as today." He tells me, dipping his head down and peppering my neck with kisses.
"Finn-" I go to respond to him but when I turned my head he was gone, and my dream was over. Or I assume it was because I don't remember anything after that. I woke up the next morning, for once not covered in sweat and actually pretty refreshed. Kelly was already gone, she had to be to work an hour earlier than me this morning. I drove the ten minutes to the warehouse, today would be an easy day. My job was to go around and literally get samples, all day long. About noon my phone buzzed in my pocket.
"How's work?" Text from Kelly.
"Almost done actually. Got two more sample to grab. You?" Text to Kelly.
"Not even close. Ugh. Still have so much stuff to enter into the computer. Dinner?" Text from Kelly.
"Was thinking we'd go out. That grill in town." Text to Kelly.
"Sounds good." Text from Kelly.
Later that night we were sitting in a booth at a place call McNally's grill. It was one of the few places to get lunch or dinner in an already small town. We had some potato skins already in front of us and I had a beer while Kelly had a coke. I was staring out the window and Kelly was busy on her phone when he walked up to our table.
"Annabelle." The smooth Irish accent greets me. My eyes meet Kelly's as I turn my head to look at him, a small hint of a smile played on his lips.
"Mr. Balor." I reply, nodding curtly. He looked very professional in his black slacks, black button up shirt and matching tye.
"Please, I prefer it when you call me Finn." He smiles, smoothing out his black tye.
"Finn then." I acknowledge. "Can I help you?" I ask him.
"I only wanted to say hello." He replies, glancing at Kelly. "How is your new position treating you?" He questions.
"This is Kelly. Kel this is Finn Balor." I introduce them, motioning between the two. "And it's good, I like being outside." I tell him. Kelly was wringing her hands on the table across from me, and I raised my eyebrows at her.
"Nice to meet you." She says to him, trying really hard to offer him a smile. She looked more in pain than anything.
"Pleasure." He nods. "I only came to pick up me dinner. I hope Ireland is treating you ladies well thus far. I'll be seeing you." He says, excusing himself.
"Later, I hope." I let the comment slip out of my mouth before I could even register it. Kelly's mouth dropped open and I turn red, mortified that I'd even said it. He gave an acknowledging glance over his shoulder, and I thought I may have seen a smirk but he thankfully didn't reply.
"Oh my god. I can't believe you said that." She hisses at me. "You like the guy now? Putting aside the fact that he is oh my god gorgeous.. Do you even know what is? What he could be? What he could do to you?" She asks me.
"Well besides make me cum multiple times in one night... No, have you researched?" I ask back in a sigh.
"Yeah I actually did the other day." She replies matter of factly completely ignoring the first part of my response. "Demons invade your dreams, what did the internet say..." She murmurs, "They call them incubus's." She crosses her arms over her chest. Ok... No more internet for her, I'm revoking wifi privlages.
"Kelly... Please stay off the computer." I chuckle, running my hand over my face. "He hasn't been hostil, he hsn't been rude, he hasn't been disrepectful. He's been nothing but a gentlemen since we met." I tell her. She now narrowed her eyes at me, "And maybe I'm a little sexually deprived." i sigh.
"Your love life must be rough if you're wanting some from something that clearly isn't human." She mutters, rolling her eyes.
Was he really a demon?
***...***...***
I was laying in bed later that night, thinking about what Kelly had said when I felt like I was clearly being watched. Like when your dog is staring at you from the edge of the bed kind of feeling.
"Finn?" I murmur, looking off into the dark corner of the room.
"Yes my love." He replies, stepping out of the shadows. He was different tonight, in a pair of black sweat pants and a tshirt. I preferred this over the paint honestly. He pulls his shirt off as he walks to the bed and crawls in next to me. "You wished to see me tonight." He comments.
"Ugh... I can't believe I said that out loud." I groan, putting both hands over my face out of embarrassment. He gently pulls my hands from my face, grinning at me. "Can I have my one question?" I ask him.
"That was a question." He smiles. I roll my eyes and let out a soft chuckle. "Go ahead darling." He nods.
"Are you a demon?" i question. He hesitates, studying my face before replying.
"Many would think of me as such, but it is quite the opposite." He explains, "I am a descendant of a God, and an astral traveler." He tells me, making my eyebrows furrow. "I'm sure it's difficult to understand coming from a country where the spiritual world is ignored or frowned upon. In Ireland, we embrace it."
"What is an astral traveler?" I ask him, hoping he wouldn't start in on that one question a night crap. I just needed to know more about him. "And I think 'descendent of god' deserves more of an explanation." I say, my eyes getting wider just thinking about it.
"It allows me to disconnect myself from my own body and travel in the dream world. It's how I found you." He explains. I go to ask another question but he quickly silences me, "The god part is not as easy to explain, I'm not ready to tell you nor do I believe you're ready to hear it." He states. My eyes wander over his face, examining every feature.
"Can anyone travel between dreams?" I wonder out loud.
"Yes, it takes extreme focus to do so." He answers. "Please no more questions tonight." he sighs. He slides a muscled arm under my neck and pulls me against him. "Go to sleep, my love." He murmurs. My head rests on his shoulder and he begins running his fingers through my hair. After that, sleep came way too easy.
I mean seriously... Can any of this be real?
A/N: Ohmygosh... So many awesome reviews for that first chapter! Yay! :) A little more exploring into my supernatural side, maybe a little bit more dark in the future...?