Wings - Sylvie and Brad

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sylvie and Brad explore his new wings, literally taking their relationship to the next level. The fact that the wings come from a consciousness inhabiting Brad is relatively minor to this particular story. Brad London is (c) his player at http://www.suburbansenshi.com.


The playlist for writing this piece included: Far Cry – Tenku no Escaflowne; Suspension – Mae; LABYRINTH/tasking/taskinst – Ayumi Hamasaki.

Submitted: May 19, 2009

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Sylvie stared at Brad a minute, letting the long, elegant wings register. Sure, they may be half sheathed in ice, but that only added to the sparkle.

“I wondered if that was you,” she said softly, thinking of the feather, and Angel, and the things Isis had said. But regardless of what may be coming, he was getting more and more interesting by the day. And the wings!

She'd been planning to talk to him, but all those thoughts went out of her head when he wrapped his wings around her, the sudden chill sending a shiver up her spine. She twirled slowly, letting her hands run gently over the pristine, half-frozen feathers. Their sweeping motion against her body was a new and different sensation.

“Wow,” she said breathlessly.

“You like them?”

She ran a hand down a row of feathers. “Very much.”

He have her a smile, then leaned in to her ear. “How do you feel about heights?”

“They've never been a problem before. It's a good thing I got out my winter clothes today, then~.”

“Oh really? You'll have to show me more of your...outfit, later. Or less...”

“And what did you have in mind?”

He whispered in her ear, and she giggled.

“So, you're sure you're not afraid of heights?”

“Yep.”

“Come on,” he said, smiling and taking her hand to pull her outside. “You'll love it, I promise.”

She made another excited giggle, then turned serious for just a moment. “You drop me, and I will shoot you on the way down.”

“Babe, that would be the least of my worries. Now, no more seriousness! This is for fun.”

“Haihai~.”

“Ready?”

“Are you?”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, spread his wings, and almost too quickly they were past the rooftops and the trees were below them in a rush of air and feathers. She clung to his arms, and he came to a hover.

“You alright?”

She looked around, and down for a minute. “Yes, I'm fine now.”

He squeezed again at her waist. “No corset today?”

“Not with the coat.”

“Hm?”

“Too hot.”

“Oh.”

“Corsets hold a lot of heat. Don't worry, though, all my underwear is worth looking at~.”

“I'm glad to hear that.”

He flew on, straight for a while, letting her get used to it and enjoy the view. Then he climbed up through the clouds, mist still clinging to them when they broke through to the clearness above. She ran a hand along the top of the cloud underneath them, the vapor coming up and trailing along after them. She scooped up a handful, and looked at it curiously a minute before it dissolved into nothingness. A new thought came to her.

“Ne, turn me around?”

“Hmm?”

“I want to see the stars.” Opportunities were not to be wasted, when given the chance to do something few people ever got to do.

He took her arm and pulled her part way around; it was a little rough until she was able to turn herself the rest of the way. She put her arms around him, staring at his wings as they stroked up and down in a powerful rhythm.

“Hello,” he smiled down at her.

“Hi,” she gave him a little amused smile and coy look and they looked at each other a moment before she looked up past him.

The stars were bright and unobscured, twinkling silently in their positions. They were so much more beautiful from here than down on the ground. And that brought up an old memory, and she couldn't help but smile.

“What is it?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing. It's silly.”

“I want to hear it.”

“When I was little, someone told me a story about a girl who made a necklace out of stars.”

“Yeah? How'd she do it?”

“She took their reflections from a river. When I was a kid I tried it over and over, but it never worked,” she said, laughing a little.

“So you were a romantic girly kid who beat up the school bully?”

“Real girls are tough, kiddo!”

“Kiddo?”

“What? You use it often enough.”

“Yeah, yeah. So have you seen enough stars now?”

“Yes. Take me flying!”

He laughed, turned her again, and dove halfway back down, making her yell. Now he flew fast on a path like a roller coaster, pulling off all the tricks he thought he could manage. When he finally pulled up, they were both breathless and flushed.

“You like flying with me?”

“That was amazing! You learned how to do all that in just a few days?”

“It kind of just comes to me. But you're good inspiration,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

“Are you flattering me?”

“Isn't it working?”

“I'm not sure. It's not the same as flirting, you know.”

“Then what?”

“I don't care what you say, so long as you mean it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then how about what we talked about earlier? You barely even blushed.”

She turned around, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “I'm sorry, did you want me to?”

“You're cute when you blush. See, like that.”

“You like blushing girls?”

“I like you, babe. Make no mistakes about that.”

“I don't think anyone would mistake that,” she said, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him intensely. They dropped a few feet in the air at that, but they were practically over his place. He set them down carefully on the deck, holding her tightly.

“What was that all about?”

“You haven't kissed me like that before.”

“You haven't taken me flying before.” Of course there were other reasons, but she wasn't about to ruin the night, either.

“So is it me or my wings you like so much?”

“It's just kind of all one big package. Besides, it was your idea,” she said, adding a little pout.

“True.”

“I guess you can’t keep those wings inside...”

“No, not really. Sorry.”

There was a gust of wind, and the feathers of his wings detached themselves, flying off until there was nothing left. He put his arm around her, hand in a pocket, and escorted her to the door, which he unlocked and held open for her. She flicked on the lights, rescued her purse from a large coat pocket, and hung her coat on a peg by the door. He hung his, watching a waist he knew quite well by feel only in the last half our.

You want anything? Drink, food?”

No thanks,” she called back, heading for the bathroom. It was strange to hear the tapping of a woman’s heels in his place. He wouldn’t mind that more often, he thought. He contemplated this as he went to the fridge for a drink and leaned against the counter, waiting. What took women so long? After a few more minutes, he went over.

You don’t have to look perfect, Sylv, you’re fine as—”

She opened the door, hair all down past her shoulders. “What? I couldn’t hear.”

Nothing, forget about it.”

It takes a while to get this much hair up and down, you know.”

I thought you didn’t hear?”

You wouldn’t have come checked up on me if you didn’t think I was taking too long.”

Heh. Have you always had that much hair up there?”

No, I’m growing it. Do you like it?” she asked, half turning to show it off.

Must grow fast. It’s really sexy, come here.”

He pulled her to him and kissed her, hands slipping into the back pockets of her jeans. She was suddenly much softer and pliable than while they'd been in the air, standing on tip toe and wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed against him. He pulled her up further, their height difference evident now that they were standing up. One of his hands went up under her shirt, feeling the smooth, soft skin along her side. She teased him with a little tongue, then took his hand and pulled away.

Maybe we should find someplace else, if you want to see more...”

Or less,” he said ruefully, following her.


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