12 comments/ 17066 views/ 6 favorites Everyone Dances By: Moondancer925 Caroline loathed office parties. She usually avoided them at all costs, yet, here she was, on Halloween night, with only a Bloody Mary as company at a table in one of the University Club's banquet rooms on Halloween night. Her life just seemed to be so boring lately. She suspected that a mild bout of depression was the culprit. Her job as a senior paralegal was tedious and monotonous. Her social life was non-existent. Her girlfriends all had boyfriends and preferred to spend their time with their men instead of going to clubs or movies with her. Caroline had not had a boyfriend in years. In fact, she couldn't even remember the last time she'd been with a man. So, when the Halloween party had been announced, it piqued her interest because the idea of spending an evening masquerading as someone else was potently appealing. Caroline would have given anything to be anyone but herself at this point in her life. She was dressed as a gypsy, wearing a dress with a purple, low-cut bodice and a pink and purple vertical-striped flared skirt. Her legs were sheathed in high-heeled, black suede boots that laced from ankle to knee. An assortment of gold and silver bracelets encircled both her wrists. Several different colors of long strands of beads hung from her neck and a pair of large, gold filigree earrings dangled down to her shoulders. Her elegant mask covered only the top of her face and was made of black velvet adorned with purple sequins and fluffy pink feathers at the crown. She had braided small gold amulets into strands of her long, dark brown, curly hair The party was barely an hour old and already she was bored. Her fingers toyed absently with one of the strands of beads that swayed pell-mell between her breasts whenever she changed positions on her chair. She knew she should be socializing – mingling with the crowd around the food and booze tables – but Caroline was not the mingling type. Truth be told, she was a bit shy and always felt awkward in large groups of people. In fact, every time she had to chair a meeting of the firm's paralegals, her stomach would twist into a knot and her hands would shake. Listening to the classic soft rock the DJ was playing, she began another lazy survey of the room, her eyes picking out familiar coworkers despite their costumes and masks. There was Sandy Green from Accounting in a much-too-snug Cleopatra outfit. Kurt Owens, one of the associate lawyers, was standing beside Sandy, presumably her date, as he was wearing what Caroline presumed was a Mark Antony costume. Maryanne Montrose, one of the junior paralegals, was surrounded by a group of horny male lawyers and paralegals. No surprise there. She was a notorious flirt and the men just ate it up. Tonight, she was decked out in a hula outfit, complete with a coconut bra and a flimsy grass skirt. And Susan Lawrence from Payroll was sidling up against Ryan Cosgrove, a partner in the firm, probably trying to coerce him into sharing a dance with her. Her thin frame was draped in a short, white halter dress and a platinum blonde wig was covering her mousy brown hair. Marilyn Monroe? Not a very good choice. Susan didn't have the rack or the curves to fill out the dress. Ryan, on the other hand, was looking rather dashing in a tuxedo with tails and a shiny top-hat. Fred Astaire? A magician perhaps? Her questions swiftly faded from her mind as her eyes drifted to a formidably tall male figure standing by the padded, red leather doors to the room. Caroline sat up straighter in her chair, eager to get a better look at this unfamiliar man. He was wearing tight black trousers, a black silk waistcoat and a black frock coat. The poet's shirt he wore beneath was a startling brilliant shade of crimson. The laces were untied down to two inches above his waistcoat, revealing part of a smooth, pale chest. Frilled, red cuffs peeked out from the sleeves of his coat. A black mask obscured the top portion of his face which was framed by a veritable mane of thick, wavy hair that fell to his shoulders in tawny waves. Who is he?* Caroline wondered, unable to tear her gaze away from his inviting presence. Surely she would have noticed if someone of his physique had joined the firm. He must be someone's guest. As if sensing her interest in him, the tall stranger turned toward her direction and tilted his head slightly to one side. Despite the distance between them, Caroline could feel that he was focusing his attention directly upon her. Feeling a flush of embarrassment warm her face, she quickly turned around in her chair and pretended to be very fascinated by a jack-o-lantern serving as the centerpiece on the table. "You look very lovely tonight, Caroline." She whirled around and found the stranger standing over her. "W-what?" she stammered, craning her neck to look up at him. "You look very lovely tonight," he repeated. His voice was deep and throaty. Caroline found herself so distracted by the cadence of his voice and his sparkling blue eyes looking out at her from the oval slits in his mask that she had trouble focusing on his words. Did he just call me by my name? "T-thank you," she finally sputtered, noticing the perfection of his lips. "May I get you a drink?" Caroline nodded. "A Bloody Mary, please. Olives, no celery." "As you wish," he said with a smile. She turned her head to watch him walk over to the liquor table, trying to see if his body was as alluring from the rear as it was from the front, especially his ass, but the length of his coat obscured her view. When he returned, he was carrying two drinks. Both were Bloody Marys. He placed one of the glasses in front of her and gestured to the chair across from her. "May I?" he asked, another soft smile curled on those perfect lips. Caroline found herself unable to form a single word, so she simply nodded. The stranger sat down and took a sip of his drink. "Mmm . . . this is good." Caroline pulled an olive off of the plastic toothpick in her glass and popped it into her mouth. He watched her while she chewed a second olive, but did not speak. "So . . . who are you?" she blurted after what felt like a full minute of silence had passed. "The Angel of Death," he replied. Caroline chuckled. "No, I wasn't talking about your costume. I've never seen you in the office before. Are you new?" "No." "So you're here with someone?" "No." Caroline laughed nervously. "So what do you do? Go around crashing office parties?" "Not exactly." "Then who are you?" "The Angel of Death." "Okay, fine," she said with another nervous laugh. "Have it your way." She raised her glass to her mouth and swallowed down a large portion of her drink. His blue eyes twinkled, but he said nothing. Caroline's nervousness was morphing into concern. She felt as if she should excuse herself and leave the table. But instead, she asked: "Will you at least tell me your name?" "Azrael," he responded softly. "Azrael," she repeated, running her tongue experimentally around the word. "What an unusual name." "Not really. Not where I live." "And where is that?" she probed, hoping for a direct answer. "Very far from here." He smiled. Caroline used her right forefinger to toy with the ice in her glass. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course." "How did you know my name?" Azrael leaned back in his chair. "I know many things." "Oh?" What the hell was going on? Why was he being so evasive? He rose abruptly to his feet and extended his large left hand to her. "Would you care to dance?" Caroline felt her face flushing again. "I . . . don't dance." Her hands were trembling, so she placed them in her lap to hide them. "Everyone dances," Azrael said with a chuckle as he reached down into her lap to grasp one of her hands. "Please?" he added. She felt herself gazing into those wonderful blue eyes and knew that she could not refuse. "All right," she heard herself say as she allowed him to help her out of her chair. The touch of his hand felt electric. They made their way to the dance floor and as soon as he wrapped his arms around her, Caroline felt . . . safe – which was incredibly ridiculous since he was a complete stranger. Yet, she felt a magnetic pull that would not release her. His silky hair brushed against her forehead as he drew her to him more tightly and rested his cheek against the top of her head. Caroline's own cheek was pressed against his firm chest and, even though one of her favorite songs was playing, all she could focus on was the rhythm of his heart thudding against her ear. They swayed to the music, not even noticing when one song ended and another song began. It was only when a fast-paced rock song came over the speakers that they broke their embrace. "Another drink?" Azrael asked. Caroline paused for a moment. Dare she be so bold? "How about we just get out of here?" She had no idea where they would go. She wanted to take him back to her apartment, but that could be dangerous. She didn't know a thing about him. "As you wish." She was so caught up in her thoughts that she barely heard his answer. Then an idea crept into her head. "But masks off before we leave." He smiled. "As you wish," he said again. They removed their masks simultaneously. Caroline looked up at Azrael's face. He was gorgeous. "You're just as lovely without the feathers," he said with a laugh. She laughed too. "I don't know where you'd like to go," she said, testing the waters, "but I'd really just like to go home and get out of this costume." He nodded. "I understand." "Um – would you care to join me?" His blue eyes twinkled. "Of course." ***** Caroline wanted him to follow her car with his, but he told her that he didn't have a car. She started to ask him how he got to the club, but decided against it. He would probably just give her another vague answer. So, they took her car. She lived roughly ten minutes away, so the trip would be mercifully quick as she was beginning to run out of small talk. "So, what do you do for a living?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the road. "I deal with records," Azrael replied. "Really? What kind of records?" "Births and deaths." "Oh. So you must work at the county courthouse." He did not reply. "I'm a paralegal," she offered, hoping for a response this time. "That sounds interesting." "I guess. I'm getting kind of bored with it." "Well, I'm sure you could find a more fulfilling job quite easily." Caroline laughed. "From your mouth to God's ears." ***** As soon as they entered her dark apartment, Caroline turned on a lamp. "Take off your coat," she told him, "and have a seat." She gestured toward the couch. Azrael did as she suggested. Caroline joined him on the couch and began removing all of her jewelry. She tossed the pile onto the coffee table, leaned back and let loose a huge sigh. "Now I've just got to get these damn boots off," she said. "My feet are killing me." "Allow me." He reached for one of her legs and set it down in his lap. He began untying the laces, a tedious task at best, but he showed no signs of impatience as he worked at one boot and then the other, sliding them gently from her feet. "Thank you," she murmured. Azrael began massaging her aching feet. "So what do you have in mind?" "Have in mind for what?" Caroline was enjoying the movements of his fingers on her feet so much that she didn't have a single thought in her head. He chuckled. "What do you want to do?" "Oh!" She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess we could watch some TV." "Hmm . . . do you have any movies?" "Sure. They're all over there on the shelves," she said, pointing to a wooden rack next to a window. "Go take a look." He stood up and walked to it. Caroline watched him as he perused her DVD collection. I wonder what he'll pick. Wait, I must be crazy. I just brought a perfect stranger into my home and I'm wondering what movie he wants to watch. Am I insane? I should be more concerned about who the hell he is. All those elusive and vague answers. I know next to nothing about him - "How about this one?" She shook her head to clear away her thoughts and looked at the DVD box he was holding up in one hand. "'Excalibur'?" she exclaimed. "That's one of my favorite movies of all time." She smiled as the fears she was feeling seconds before faded away. "How did you know?" Azrael grinned. "Lucky guess?" Caroline laughed. "Well, pop it in and I'll nuke some popcorn and get us some drinks. What would you like?" "Whatever you're having," he replied. He seemed to be struggling with the DVD player. "How about a Margarita?" "That's fine." "Be right back." When Caroline returned to the living room, carrying a tray with a bowl of popcorn and two drinks, she found Azrael sitting on the couch, studying the remote controls. "Here, let me do that," she said, setting down the tray and sitting down next to him. "My setup here is a bit funky." They sat quietly, his arm around her shoulders, watching the movie, eating popcorn and sipping their drinks. Caroline kept stealing sidelong glances at Azrael, trying to gauge whether or not he was enjoying the movie and couldn't help but notice the expressions that passed over his face with each sip of his drink and every piece of popcorn that he popped into his mouth. He almost seemed surprised by the taste of the food and alcohol. Odd. But so was he, she thought – in a good way. The last fifteen or so minutes of the movie always made Caroline cry – the return of Lancelot – the fatal wound to Arthur – Percival screaming out for Arthur – throwing Excalibur into the lake as Arthur lay dying. She tried to hide her tears from Azrael, but failed. He took her head between his hands and wiped away her tears with his fingers. "I feel like such an idiot," she said, trying to laugh. "Why?" "It's just a movie." Azrael leaned in and kissed her softly. Caroline stroked his cheek and returned the kiss. Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom where he eased her onto the bed and knelt down in front of her. Caroline closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his lush hair as he slipped off her thigh-high hose. She was so wet; her panties were soaked by a vicious need that she had never felt before. Azrael was running his hands down her legs from thighs to feet. Then she opened her eyes and clenched her fingers in his hair, hoping to draw his face to hers for a kiss or twenty. But Azrael either didn't get the hint or didn't choose to comply. Instead, he placed gentle kisses upon her feet, then her ankles and her calves, working his way up to her thighs where he stopped and looked up at her. "Your skin is so smooth," he murmured, stroking her legs again, "so delicate." Caroline said nothing. She wanted him to touch her everywhere. She wanted to touch him everywhere. And then she did something she had never done before - not once in her twenty-nine years - due to her timid nature. She began to undress him. As Azrael reached behind her to unzip her dress, Caroline unbuttoned his vest and slipped it off his shoulders, then began working on the laces of his shirt as he gently tugged off her dress. Now wearing only a black lace bra and matching panties, she raised her arms so that she could pull his shirt off over his head and let it drop to the floor. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as they continued to remove each other's clothes carefully, pausing to savor each inch of newly exposed skin. When all their garments had been stripped away, Caroline sat naked on the bed, somewhat unabashed, with only a few concerns about what Azrael thought of her generously curvaceous body. Instead, she ran her eyes over his body as he rose to his feet before her. And she immediately liked what she saw – broad shoulders, a muscular, hairless chest, tight abs, large biceps and - shit, literally every inch of his body was well-muscled. And how could she miss his sizeable cock that was already at half-mast? Caroline wished that he would turn around so she could see if the rest of his body was as perfect from that view. As if reading her thoughts, Azrael slowly did a 360 and Caroline was able to see more muscles along his back and his firm, round ass. *Damn, why would a guy like this want anything to do with me?* "Well?" Caroline realized she had been staring into space for a few moments and now focused her eyes on Azrael. He was standing with his arms spread at his sides. "Huh?" "What do you think?" he asked. Caroline paused, and then began to laugh. "Why are you laughing?" Azrael asked, with a crease in his brow. "Oh – I'm sorry," she said, trying to contain her laughter. "It's just that I've never heard a man ask that before." "Oh." Feeling a bit sheepish, Caroline rose to her feet and pressed her body against his. "You're . . . gorgeous," she said murmured. "Positively gorgeous." "And you," Azrael began while wrapping his strong arms around her, "are positively beautiful." He bowed his head, tipped her face upward, and brushed his lips against hers. It was a whispery kiss that quickly turned into a passionate kiss and then into a voracious kiss. One kiss led to two and then to three . . . They were devouring one another, hands caressing flesh as they fed. Azrael breathed sighs of pleasure into Caroline's mouth. She could feel his cock, now rock hard, poking into her belly. Bodies still locked together, they moved to the bed. They collapsed onto the mattress as one, landing on their sides. After a few more minutes of kissing and touching, Caroline was the first to break their embrace. She rolled onto her back, panting rapidly, trying to catch her breath. Her dripping wet pussy was contracting with an urgent, aching need to be filled. She turned her head to look at Azrael, and saw that his breathing was labored as well. Their eyes met and he smiled. "I want to touch you everywhere," he said quietly. "I want to taste you, please you." "Yes." It was the only word in Caroline's brain. She could think of nothing more to say. It was as if her arousal had reached a height so high that her mind was blank. Her body had taken complete control. She closed her eyes when she felt Azrael's hand cupping her pussy. She knew that her flowing juices were pooling in his hand. Then one of his fingers was flicking her hardened clit. "Oh God," she moaned as Azrael's finger began massaging her nub in a slow circular motion. "Harder," she said between gasps. "Faster!" She closed her eyes and focused solely upon Azrael's finger - rubbing, stroking, even tugging at her clit. Her shoulders and arms began twitching erratically and violent shivers began attacking random parts of her body. This was it. She was going to . . . going to . . . come! "Oh, yes!" she cried out as her pussy clenched and unclenched over and over again, sending shudders all the way up her belly as tremors erupted all along her entire body. Caroline barely noticed when Azrael withdrew his finger, pushed her body up toward the pillows and replaced his finger with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and squirmed wildly as her first orgasm faded and a second one immediately began as Azrael's tongue played her clit as if it were a musical instrument. Caroline lost all control as the second orgasm attacked her. She seized hold of Azrael's hair, pulling at it viciously while her legs thrashed wildly against the bed. The shivers of her climax continued even after Azrael had shifted his long body so that his head was hovering over hers. Even though her eyes were still closed, Caroline sensed the proximity of his head and was not surprised when he pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her forcefully. She tasted her cum on his lips and used her tongue to both dance with his and lap at her juices that remained on his mouth and chin. Everyone Dances Caroline needed a breather. She pushed Azrael down onto his back and curled her body around his, resting her head on his chest. She ran her hand up and down his smooth arm and licked his chest with slow, lazy twists of her tongue. Perhaps she didn't really need a break after all. "Was that enjoyable for you?" Azrael asked, his voice just barely above a whisper. She lifted her head from his chest and looked up at his face. "Are you kidding?" "Uh - " "Couldn't you tell?" she asked with a laugh. "You were right here with me, weren't you?" "Yes." "Then why ask such a silly question?" Azrael turned his head slightly to the side so that their eyes could no longer connect. "It's just that I don't - don't have - much experience - with this," he stammered. Caroline felt her jaw drop with disbelief. How could that be true? Not only was he hot as hell, but he had brought her to orgasm not once but twice - and without even using his cock. His cock. She smiled. "Well, let's give you some more experience," she said, as her hand wandered to his groin and she wrapped her fingers around his somewhat hard flesh. Azrael let out a loud exhalation of breath. Caroline began stroking, pumping and gently scratching until he was fully erect. Azrael moaned. She slid her body down until her mouth could touch his cock. First, she licked it from shaft to tip. Then she took it into her mouth, as far is it could fit, and started to suck and suck, then sliding her pursed lips up and down his length. She cupped his sac in one hand and squeezed. "Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ." Azrael moaned and gasped and then moaned again. He placed his hands on her head and ran his fingers through her curly hair. When Caroline felt his balls tightening in her hand, she knew he was on the brink of release. If her mouth weren't filled, a sly grin would have appeared on her face. She pulled away from Azrael with one swift motion, releasing his cock and balls. "Caroline?" he groaned. "Caroline . . ." She smiled and scooted upwards so she could see his face. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched, his brow furrowed - a picture of anguish. "Fuck me," she whispered into his ear. "Fuck me, Azrael." His eyes flew open. And within moments, he was between Caroline's parted thighs, cock thrusting in and out of her with an increasingly rapid pace. A variety of sounds were escaping his mouth. Caroline tightened her thighs around him and scratched at his back. She gasped with pleasure when his mouth found her breasts. He licked them, nibbled them, and sucked so hard on her nipples that they grew stiffer than ever before. The sensation was almost painful. Azrael groaned loudly and reached beneath Caroline's body to grab at her ass. His body was trembling. Caroline bucked her hips and tried to match his rhythm. His hands were on her shoulders now, pinning her to the bed. She closed her eyes and waited. She knew it wouldn't take much longer. Azrael let out what sounded like a cry of agony as his body shuddered with his orgasm. Caroline felt his hot cum pouring into her. She was close to climaxing yet again as well. Then she heard an odd sound, as if something was being torn. She opened her eyes and watched in disbelief as two large, black feathered wings emerged from Azrael's back. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" she screamed, yanked her body away from his and leapt off the bed, scrambling to get away from him. Azrael looked back over his shoulder. "Damn, I didn't know that would happen." "What the fuck? What the fuck!" "Sshh . . . sshh . . ." Azrael stood up and reached out to try to touch her face, but she shied away from him. "Get the fuck away from me," Caroline yelled. "Get away!" She grabbed the comforter from the bed and wrapped it around herself. "Caroline, I told you that I was an angel. I didn't know that this could happen," he said, pointing to his wings, "but I won't harm you." "Harm me?" Caroline's heart leapt insider her chest. "You said you were the Angel of Death!" she said with a quiver in her voice. "Is that why you're here? To kill me? To take me away?" She began to cry. "I don't want to die. I don't want to die!" "Caroline," Azrael began in a steady voice, "calm down. Calm down." He sighed. "I'm not here to kill you. That's not even what I do. As I said, I keep records of births and deaths. The angels under me guide the souls of the dead to where they belong. Sometimes, I'll guide a soul or two myself, but I'm usually too busy." Caroline started at him incredulously. "They why are you here?" she asked, body shaking with fear. Azrael sighed again. "It's All Hallows Eve. The one day of the year when the barriers between The Three Worlds dissolve and any being can cross between them." "So you just stop by once a year for a fuck with the first chick you meet?" "No!" he cried. "I came here for you - just you." He bowed his head. "And this is the first time I've ever even crossed over." "Me? Why me? You know nothing about me." Caroline was beginning to calm down a bit. This whole story was insane, but she was starting to believe, with caution, this so-called angel. "I've been watching you," Azrael confessed without lifting his head. Caroline felt a rush of anger. "Watching me? What are you - some sort of fucking peeping angel?" "No!" He looked up and met her eyes. "You don't understand. I am able to look down upon the entire world. I can see everything and everyone." He paused and sucked in a deep breath. "I first noticed you a few months ago. I felt your kindness, the abundance of love in your heart . . . and I had to meet you." He paused again, eyes wandering to gaze off into the distance. "So I waited and waited for this day to come so that I could become corporeal. And - here I am." Caroline felt her body beginning to relax and her heart fill with - with - what? Love? No, that would be ridiculous. "I'm sorry," Azrael said. "I never meant to frighten you." Caroline felt a tiny smile on her lips. "It's okay." She walked back toward him, letting the comforter drop to the floor. She took his hands, urging him to stand. She hugged him tightly. "I understand," she whispered. "I really do." Azrael smiled and moved to kiss her, when suddenly a bright light flashed beside them, accompanied by a clap of thunder. When Caroline's eyes recovered from the momentary blindness caused by the flash, she saw another winged man standing beside her. He was wearing a gold breastplate and what appeared to be a short black skirt. She quickly stooped over to seize the comforter again to hide her naked body. "Azrael, what are you doing?" the new angel asked. "I'm exploring human life," Azrael replied. "Just as you have done many times, Michael." "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Azrael shook his head. "It's ten minutes before midnight, and you know what will happen if you stay here after the last chime of twelve." It wasn't a question. "What will happen?" Caroline asked. Michael looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. "He'll be trapped here - as a human - for all eternity." "But Michael - " Azrael began, glancing at Caroline. "Don't be a fool Azrael," Michael snapped. "You're an Archangel. You know how essential it is that you return. It's time to go home." Azrael looked at Caroline again. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She desperately wanted him to stay with her, but she knew she could not be so selfish. "Go," she told him. "It's all right, Azrael. Go." His eyes were shining with unshed tears as well. "I'll be back next year," he said, taking her hands in his. He kissed her tenderly. Caroline forced a smile. "I'll be here." Azrael smiled back. "Tick-tock," Michael said gruffly. Azrael stepped away from Caroline. "And put your clothes on for Heaven's sake," Michael growled at Azrael. A few seconds later, with another bright flash of light and a clap of thunder, the angels were gone. Caroline sat down on the bed and allowed her tears to spill down her cheeks. "Next year," she said. "Next year." Copyright 2010 Moondancer. All rights reserved. Not to be distributed, reproduced, or transmitted in any manner without the express written permission from the author.