My Fallen Angel

I was so comfortable I never wanted to move again.
I sighed contentedly, stretching my aching body, feeling a nice heat beside me.
Ashlandil.
I let my eyes ghost open, and I blinked a couple times before I was able to focus. He was still sound asleep, his chest rising steadily, and I raised my head sleepily, seeing we'd slept well into the afternoon, and it was the buzzing of his phone that had woke me up.
Considering it was dawn before the both of us were so spent we couldn’t move, I was surprised I wasnst still sleeping.
I had never had sex like that.
So intimate, so sating, so.... loving.
He loved me, so much, and I had never appreciated it until now.
I slowly rose to my elbows, careful not to wake him, wincing as I felt last nights consequences. I glanced at my thighs and hips, seeing a splattering of dark bruises running across my pale skin, all in various stages of healing. There was some on my wrists and arms as well, all well earned in my opinion.
It had been amazing.
he'd made sure it was something I would never forget.
I slowly got to my feet, padding to the bathroom and to the shower. I was sticky with sex and sweat, even my hair was damp from it.
I sighed as I turned on the shower, steam rising after a few seconds.
I stepped inside, letting the hot stream rinse my skin, and I closed my eyes happily. I ran my fingers through my hair, quickly washing it and getting clean so I could just stand beneath the water and enjoy it for a few moments.
My eyes opened slightly as I heard the bathroom door open, a small, wry smile forming on my lips as Ashlandil slipped into the shower with me, his hands slipping around my waist and clasping at my stomach.
"How'd you sleep?" He chuckled, pulling my damp body back against his, sounding pleased.
I rolled my eyes.
"Fine."
"Just fine?" He murmured, kissing my shoulder, his lips brushing the deep bruises his fangs had left against my skin. I turned in his arms, letting mine rest around his neck as I lifted to my toes, pressing my lips against his quickly.
He kissed me back immediately with a sigh, his fingers sinking into my hair, holding me still.
He really did love me.
I could feel it.
And oh how I wished I could love him back the same way.
I heard his phone go off again from the other room, and he sighed as he pulled away from me, an annoyed look on his face.
"Who is it?" I sighed, letting my hands slip down his chest. I reached for the wash cloth, and began scrubbing his shoulders for him absently.
"Just Andy. I think I was supposed to meet them at the studio in an hour," Ashlandil grimaced, turning when I ordered him too so I could get his back.
"But you were just there yesterday."
"Hey, music writing is some intense stuff ," he informed me over his shoulder. "Takes a lot of time. We tour continuously, then we write music continuously. Vicious process."
"I suppose," I sighed, hearing the phone blare several different ring tones as his band mates called him repeatedly.
"Ugh. Will you just answer it for me?" He grunted, reaching for the shampoo over my head. "I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Oh, fine," I almost pouted, wishing we could've enjoyed some shower time together before we had to go back into the real world, before the bubble from last night had to be popped.
He smiled down at me, his eyes slightly crinkling at the corners. It was a genuine smile, as rare to find as nephilim were. He leaned down to kiss me, his tongue parting my lips lazily, the sound of his phone starting to be tuned out as he turned me, pressing my body up against the tile of the shower.
I suppose the phone would have to wait.



I hummed absently as I sat on the couch, my damp hair falling around my shoulders as I leaned forward, painting my toes a pretty purple color as I waited for Ashlandil to finish his actual shower.
With what remained of the hot water.
I chuckled, blowing on my toes, tilting my head as I looked at the glittery color.
These paints smelled atrocious.
I shifted, tugging on the shoulder of my t shirt where it kept slipping off, letting the cold air brush my bare skin. I was just wearing a t shirt and a pair of shorts, I hadnt bothered with underwear. I wasn’t going anywhere tonight, I had intentions of staying in while Ashlan went to the studio with the others. I was kind of dissapointed he was having to leave, but it wasn’t like he could stay here all the time and make any money to support us.
Considering I was basically useless in that department.
The studio was still fighting with his hired lawyer mortal over the contract, and he was handling that completely. I really didn’t care about the monetary gain, I just wanted to be able to dance, just not tied down or being ordered too, which is what Ashlandil had worried about.
I glanced at the clock.
It was almost three.
And I wasn’t even hungry.
I hadnt had a bit of human food today, and I could practically see the glow on my skin of health, and I felt happier, lighter then usual, which meant I was sated.
Odd, though, that it had never felt this good.
Was it because I was pregnant?
I wasn’t sure.
I just felt kind of happy, and it was a feeling I really liked.
I had never felt this light in all the time I'd been on earth, even when I'd been with Andiel.
It was so odd.
I ran the brush over my toes again as I applied another layer of purple, absently listening to the TV blare music, tuned in on a station that played similar bands to Ashlandils. I didn’t know any of them, none of their names were familiar, though I was pretty sure I'd heard the guys all talking about some of them before.
Oh well.
I suppose it didn’t matter.
I glanced at Ashlandils phone as it lit up in front of me, the third text message from CC demanding to know where he was popping up on the screen. I wasn’t going to answer It, I absolutely hated texting, and I knew I wasn’t good at it. In fact, I preferred just calling.
I figured he could answer them when he got out of the shower.
I stood after a moment, admiring my sparkling toes. It was strange how much the little things in life could improve your mood. I had never paid my nails much attention until I'd Fallen. There was so many different colors you could paint them, design them --- they were such accessories, apparently.
And it was pretty.
I liked pretty.
"Ashley, what the hell!?"
What?
I hesitated, tensing as someone suddenly pounded their fist against the door, their voice not immediately registering in my mind. My hand went to my stomach warily, and I narrowed my eyes as I listened to their muffled grumblings.
CC.
I relaxed.
I quickly clicked the remote for the TV, silencing it as I padded over to the door and unlocked it, letting it swing open.
Oh.
"Er, hey, Kenna," CC stared at me, his eyes flicking me over for a brief second. His entire face flushed as he swallowed, and my eyes went to Jake and Andy where they stood behind him, looking suddenly very uncomfortable.
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked curiously, putting my hands on my hips. "He'll be there soon, you know. he's in the shower."
"Well, he wasn’t answering his texts, we didn’t know," CC shrugged, looking embarrassed.
"Oh, well, you wanna come in while you wait?" I asked, turning away dismissively before they could even answer, leaving the door open. I walked back to the couch, plopping back down, annoyed when I saw a slight smear on one of my toes.
Darnit.
I scowled, then propped my feet on the coffee table, trying to fix it.
"Wow, you guys really did go shopping, huh?" Jake commented as he shut the door, and I glanced around, seeing the dining table covered in bags from various stores, some errant baby things sprawled across its polished surface.
"Oh, well," I felt my face redden slightly. "We're gonna need it eventually, why not go ahead and get it? I mean, the store lady we ran into said we would need... some of it."
"You guys need a duck onesie?" CC lifted the yellow cottoned baby outfit off the table, the cuffs and feet of it a deep orange, as well as the bill that came off the little hood of it.
"It's cute," I said defensively. "It'll look adorable!"
"Isn't it a little early to be getting this stuff?" Andy asked after a moment, standing a few feet away from me as he watched CC go through all of the things we'd bought at the store, remarking to Jake on almost every single on of them.
"Why would it be too early?" I looked up at him curiously, seeing his blue eyes were lingering on my thighs, and I glanced down.
Oh.
I quickly pulled the blanket over my lap, feeling my face flushed as I realized he was staring at the bruises I'd gotten from last night.
"I dunno, just.... most people wait to make sure they're going to keep it before they go buy crazy," he shrugged, averting his gaze from me completely, and I frowned at him.
"What do you mean, make sure they're going to keep it? I AM going to keep it."
"Andy!" Jake suddenly barked, and we both looked over at him in surprise.
Andy huffed, hunching his shoulders as he slipped his hands into his pockets, a sullen look overcoming his features.
What was his problem?
I wasn’t going to give up this baby, I had made that very clear. Did he think I.... did he mean that there was a possibility I could still lose it? That my body wouldn’t be able to carry it?
How could he say something so cruel?
I must have had a hurt expression on my face, because CC suddenly sat down beside me, slipping his arm quickly around my shoulder.
"So are you excited about your show?" He asked quickly, giving me a squeeze as he tried to change the subject.
"Um... yeah, I, I am." I looked down at my hands. "I haven't danced in so long, it'll be nice to perform for... well I can only do this one show...."
"You can do more once you have the baby," CC reminded me, and I could see him glaring at Andy out of the corner of my eye. "It's not like your dancing career is going to be over. Your body is too awesome for it to not rebound back."
"You're not making the situation better, CC," I heard Ashlandil snort, , and we all looked over as he stepped from the bathroom, running a towel through his hair, already dressed. "Don’t make her think about that."
Would my body... be different?
Would I look badly all of a sudden? I wondered, tensing at the thought. What was going to happen? What did he mean?
Now I was losing my happy feeling.
"I didn’t mean it like that," CC said quickly, his arm dropping from my shoulders as he turned to face me, looking like he could kick himself. "I mean, there's nothing to worry about! I'm sure it'll be fine!"
I frowned unhappily, and then stood, feeling my mood swing abruptly until I felt myself near tears.
I didn’t want to be around them anymore.
"Kenna ---."
"It was nice seeing you guys," I muttered, stepping around the couch and starting for the bedroom, jerking on the shoulder of my shirt in annoyance as it fell off again. "See you at the show!"
Ashlandil sighed as I strode past him, shutting the bedroom door until it was only cracked open.
First Andy spoke cruelly, and then CC! I know he hadn't mean it in a bad way, but now I felt absolutely awful.
I could lose the baby.
There was still a chance of that, I knew it, the black veins could take over again and harm it, if it hadnt done so already. I looked down worriedly, pressing my hands against my stomach. And I would lose my shape, is that what CC was meaning?
I mean, I knew I would grow to accommodate the child, but, but would I look badly? Would I not look the same after I had it? During it?
I felt tears suddenly rise to my eyes, and I squeezed them shut tightly, pressing my hands over my face.
Why was I so upset over something as vain as how my body would look? This was ridiculous!
"Nice fucking going, CC!" I heard Ashlan snap, and CC hastily apologized.
"Shit, I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to say it like that," he groaned. "It just sort of came out. But I'm sure she'll be fine, look at her! She'll come through it like a champ!"
"Just shut up before you make it worse."
"Sorry."
"And you, what the fuck was that comment about, huh?"
"What?" Andy's voice was startled.
"Most people wait until they know they can keep it? What in the goddamn hell is your fucking problem, Andy?"
"I --- shit, Ash, I didn’t mean it like that. It came out wrong."
"It came out exactly as you meant it too!"
"Guys, now's not the time!" Jake's voice suddenly barked, and I imagined the both of them jumping slightly at his tone. "Keep your shitty comments to yourself, Andy. That was completely out of line and you know it. You two can continue to bicker on the way to the studio, got it? Right now we have to go."
There was a chorus of grumbled fine's.
I sighed, quickly brushing beneath my eyes as I heard footsteps in my direction, and I half-turned as Ashlan stepped into the doorway, a disgruntled look on his face.
"I'll be back in a couple hours, you gonna be alright while I'm gone?"
"Of course. I'll just watch TV or something."
"Okay.... he didn’t mean it like that, though," he said after a moment, his face darkening. "About our baby. It's going to be fine, Kenali."
"Of course it will," I forced myself to agree with him, nodding my head. "I know it will. it'll be fine. Nothing will go wrong. it'll be safe," I looked down at my stomach again, my hands pressing tightly against my skin. "It'll be okay."
"It'll be perfect," Ashlandil stepped forward, and his warm fingers cupped my chin as he tilted my face up to his. "Everything will be perfect. He'll be fine, and when he comes out, we'll shower him in so much shit he'll not know what to do with any of it." He gave me a forced smile. "So there's nothing to worry about."
"I know there isn't."
Ashlandil sighed, and then leaned down, kissing me quickly. "I love you, you know that, right?"
"Yes."
"Good. Think about that instead of those jackasses," he chuckled, kissing my nose, my cheeks, and my lips again. "I'll be back in a couple hours."
"Okay."

Notes

Okay, so I'm finally uploading this fic to Mibba.com, just in case we go through another "fanfiction apocalypse" where sites like this start to go down again. So, if it does, I'll at least have it backed up there for everyone to view!

Here's a link to it: My Fallen Angel

Also, because I'm really into Halloween, I've been making a bunch of little pipe cleaner spiders to hang around the house or put in places where people will open a cabinet or whatever and they'll fall on them ---- I really love Halloween.

Do you guys do anything for it? Like have parties, go trick r treating (You're never too old, dammit!), make decorations --- etc?

AND, how shitty of a comment was that for Andy to make? LIke seriously? Of course, the drama there is just beginning, I'm sure!

And, you guys, I've also finally decided on an ending for MFA, too. I'm 58.97 % sure I know how to end it, though I'm really dreading it because I'm going to miss working on it so much!