Shadowglass

For an instant, I didn’t fall.

Anyone who’s seen the cartoons where the scrawny coyote skids over a cliff will know what I mean. Until you believe you’re falling, you’re suspended in the rare sweet air of denial.

I’m not falling. He didn’t just push me. I’m not about to die.

And then you look down, and you can’t lie to yourself anymore.

The ground loomed up at me, glowing city lights impossibly far away. Terror chewed my guts to pulp. I whirled my arms, my feet tripping in space. I strained my wings wide to catch myself, but pain speared my joints, my membranes stretched to breaking in a whirling gust of wind, and I knew I couldn’t hold my weight.

My struggles drove me facedownward, and I fell.

Air howled in my ears, the screeching discord of madness. Water streamed from my eyes, blinding. I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think.

I screamed, and fell faster, and faster, my pulse a sprinting squeal of panic. The breath ripped from my lungs. Raindrops knifed my skin. My wings dragged behind me, wind tangling them uselessly together, and I struggled to free them, to force them out into the rushing air to break my fall. But my joints dislocated with an ugly jolt that resonated in my skull like a gunshot, and I just tumbled over and over, a tangle of wings and limbs and gut-melting terror.

Hellflash scorched before my eyes. This is how I die. Thrown from a skyscraper by the maniac who’s stolen my heart. A blind, foolish, lovesick fairy girl who can’t even fly.

The irony didn’t cheer me up.

And then something thudded into my chest and dragged me sideways.

My limbs whiplashed, pain ripping into my joints. My chin smacked into my chest. Hair slashed at my face. My unjointed wings lurched taut in suddenly swirling wind, and my shoulder blades screamed with selfish agony. And then I gusted upward in a steely embrace, floating on glittery twitches of wings far stronger than mine.

My ripped ear ached. I opened my eyes in a blue-blotted haze. Windows, city lights in prismed reflection, a flash of silverfoil wings. The dark alcoves of apartments, green vines crawling on lattice, lounge lights and televisions in muted glow. In and over a glass railing with a polished white edge, and my burning feet splatted on something blessedly solid.

I reeled, my pulse galloping, and sucked in a breath for the first time in ages. Oxygen swarmed in my panicked blood, and relief swamped me, dizzying. Solid ground.

Tiles. A room. I’m not dead.

No bloody thanks to him.

A rich chuckle rumbled my back, and he pressed his cheek on the top of my head and slid strong arms around my waist. “Gotcha.”

Crazy fucker still had a hard-on. I could feel him, hot and tempting against my hip. Rage juddered my muscles. I struggled in his embrace, wrath drowning my gratitude. “Get off me, you fucking freak!”

“Okay, okay.” He let go, still laughing.

Asshole. I straightened, tossing my giddy head. “Fine. I’m f—Oops.” My limbs buckled like wet paper, and I crumpled onto my butt, my bones jarring. Mortified, I scrabbled to get up, but my strength melted in the aftermath of terror and the stupid relief of being alive. My abused wings hurt like poison. My pulse wouldn’t slow. My skin wouldn’t cool. I just lay there and flopped in a puddle of my own water like a grounded fish.

A very, very angry fish.

He leaned one elbow on the balcony rail, coppery sweat gleaming on silver-swelled muscles.

Tension quivered along his thighs, and he was still breathing hard, his excitement uncontained.

His blackmetal hair gleamed, tousled by the wind. He shot me that sultry silver-fanged smile, and I couldn’t peel my eyes away.

Fury slashed through my blood like lust. “How the fuck is this funny? You just threw me off a bloody skyscraper!”

“Should see yourself now.” He let his gaze drape over me, white hot, and his tongue flicked his teeth, mesmerizing. “Knew it’d get you hot.”

“Are you out of your mind? I can’t believe you did that! You know I can’t fly!”

“I was never gonna let you fall.” Molten metal swirled in his iron-blue eyes, a fiery glimmer of hurt or apology. “I’d never hurt you, Lady Appolonnia. You know that.”

So sincere. My anger softened, a little. Maybe he hadn’t meant anything by it. I scowled, still shaking and hot under his gaze. “Whatever, okay? You scared the shit outta me.”

He poked at my naked toes with his foot, teasing me, and a naughty little grin tweaked his silvery mouth. “No fun for you if you’re not scared out of your mind.”

I still wanted to leap up and strangle him. But the treacherous mirror giggled and groaned in my head, fueling my anger with excitement and raw desire. Moisture trickled over my legs, soaking my skirt. Anger throbbed harder in my veins, stinging my flesh sharp like desire. I squirmed my hips, but the water wouldn’t stop. Now embarrassment as well as rage flooded my cheeks. I hated it. My will struggled against the very idea of it. But my breath fought harder in my lungs, my wetness splashed the floor, and struggle as I might, I couldn’t deny that being alive right now, in this instant, fired my blood like nothing ever had before. My sex throbbed. My nipples ached. God, I wanted him to touch me.

Deep in my body, the mirror giggled and stroked me, rich and seductive like a lover. It felt so good, I swallowed a gasp. Damn it. I kicked at his thighs, frustration lending me strength. “Fun? That’s your idea of fun? Are you fucking insane?”

He laughed, dark and intense, his eyes glowing. “Yeah. I am. Insane. Petrified. Alive. God, you turn me on like this.” He grabbed my flailing ankle and tugged.

My butt skidded over slick tiles, and my skirt raked upward. I kicked harder, but he fought for my other ankle and suddenly he was on his knees. My legs curled over his shoulders, silky skirt ruffles falling in my lap, and he pulled my knees apart and licked a hot wet swath of trembling lust up the inside of my thigh.

Breath rushed from my lungs. My skin sizzled, hot like sunburn from my breasts to my sex to the sensitive tendon at the top of my thigh where his teeth scraped me, raw and needy. He bit me there, swift and crafty, and sensation jolted straight to my clit. A groan forced from my lips, unwilling, those lustful hormones dancing through my blood. Adrenaline rush be damned. This was a life rush, an unbreaking wave of sheer joy and crippling tension from which I couldn’t surface. My pulse hammered in every vein, painful. My breath jerked and shuddered. My wits sloshed, drowning in lustful liquid. Surely it was the mirror, tormenting me. I didn’t care. I couldn’t calm down. I needed release.

He pushed my thighs farther apart, and I let out another helpless groan. He pressed me onto my back and pulled my thigh up onto his shoulder, and all by itself my knee crooked around him, desperate.

He sniffed me and slicked his tongue under the edge of my panties, deliciously hot and agonizingly close.

My tight flesh thrummed, and slick moisture slid from me. He gripped me tight around the hips, and I wriggled, helpless frustration cramping my legs with blood-sweet pain. No fair. He’d done this on purpose. I wanted it too much. “Damn it, don’t fuck around, can you just—? Oh, shit.”

He slashed my panties away with stinging claws and fastened his tongue hard on my pulsing clit. Sensation juddered through my legs. Not pleasure. Too extreme for that. Raw nerve damage, intense and razor-bright and exhilarating, pouring hot delight through my whole body. I think I screamed. I certainly didn’t push him away.

I was burning, but his molten mouth still scorched me. He delved his tongue deeper into my folds, and my flesh slid and swelled between his lips, aching for him to take me. At last he thrust his long curled tongue in, claiming me, caressing me deep inside until I wanted to scream for release. He licked me, kissed me, teased me with his teeth, every stroke dragging me closer to what I craved. Still impatience wrenched my muscles taut like whipstrings. I squeezed my eyes shut. The tension inside me twisted, harder, tighter, more unbearable. I sobbed, my teeth aching. I couldn’t take this. I dragged desperate hands through his sharp hair to pull him into me. “Harder. Please, harder.”

Great. I was begging. Now the bastard would take me even slower.

But he sucked my clit hard into his mouth, flashing sparks before my eyes. And now it did feel good, my desire flowering like a volcano, spilling delicious burning sensation inside me like lava. When he thrust his long finger inside me, searching for my deepest pleasure, I split apart.

Water crashed in my ears. Sensation rushed all the way to my fingertips, my scalp, my toes. My muscles spasmed, and the tension shattered like dropped glass, draining me. I groaned.

Blessed, erotic, wonderful relief. God, that felt amazing.

I melted, limp, and if he hadn’t been holding my legs, I’d have collapsed to the floor.

He caressed my ankle and kissed me softly between my legs like he kissed my mouth, slow and deep, but I barely felt it. I was numb.

I lay there, dazed, my wings crumpled beneath me. Lights swirled in my eyes, dazzling me. My muscles wouldn’t move. My brain glugged like sun-warmed custard. Where am I again? What just happened?

Oh, yeah. Andy just gave me a blow job.

Correction. Andy pushed me off an eighty-story skyscraper, and then gave me a blow job.

That doesn’t seem strange at all. Does it?

Notes

Hello my beautiful bats. Sorry for all the teasing but it was needed ;)
So Andy and Apples huh....a hot mess. What'd ya think?
Hope you enjoy!

Stay Weird :)
- Grimm