0 comments/ 12748 views/ 6 favorites Quinlan & Ivory Ch. 01 By: KinkyKisses Quinlan had been a guardian angel for nearly a century. During that time, he had only had one task on earth::: saving a small child who had been kidnapped by a deranged man. Luckily, everything had turned out well, and the little girl had been returned to her relieved mother without a scratch. Sadly however, not all divine tasks turned out to have a happy ending. Quinlan's study mate in Limbo, Ivory had been sent to Earth a little over a year ago to help Jaylin Plano, a young man involved in a wild and dangerous life-style involving drug use, unsavory crimes, and a downward spiral of evil. Unfortunately, despite Ivory's efforts to reach Jaylin and save him from destruction, Jaylin was killed by a drug lord. His violent and horrific death had been very traumatic for Ivory, who was doing all she could to stop it and lead Jaylin into a righteous life. After witnessing Jaylin's violent death, Ivory felt responsible and as though she had failed the one she had been sent to save. St. Peter had sent the angel Jessikah to Earth to bring Ivory back so that Ivory could be sent upon her next task, but Ivory did not return when summoned. Quinlan, who had always been particularly close to Ivory, became greatly worried. He personally went to St. Peter, asking to know what was wrong with Ivory. Quinlan had a very strong feeling that his best friend was in trouble. St. Peter pointed to his magical mirror, so that Quinlan might see for himself what had become of Ivory. Quinlan looked into St. Peter's mirror, seeing a vision of Earth below and of the beautiful angel Ivory. She was so hauntingly beautiful, she had always taken Quinlan's breath away. What he saw in the mirror made him gasp. Ivory was wearing a sexy little negligee, smoking a cigarette, and dancing half naked on a stage in front a crowd of lustful men. Quinlan didn't have to be told... it was obvious that Ivory had been heavily drinking as well. His heart pounded with intense sorrow, as there was so much pain in Ivory's eyes. It was obvious his little angel's heart was broken. "St. Peter, you must send me to earth. I must help Ivory," Quinlan pleaded. "Please... let me help my best friend." "Very well, Quinlan. I shall send you to earth in the guise of an ordinary man, so you might help our little Ivory. But you must be very careful. Don't allow her to taint your angelic powers as well. She isn't the same little angel you knew and grew to love a year ago. She's been thru so much pain and turmoil... and if you can't help her, Quinlan, then I fear no one can," said wise and kind St. Peter as he gave Quinlan a fatherly hug. "I will save her, my friend... or lose my wings trying," Quinlan swore bravely, taking his leave so he might descend toward earth on his angel's wings and to the strip club where Ivory now frequented as an exotic dancer. Just as Quinlan arrived on earth in the wooded area behind the strip club, his wings disappeared and his angelic powers faded. He looked like any other ordinary man. He was still as handsome and muscular as ever with gorgeous long blond hair and midnight blue eyes, but his looks had transformed somewhat when he had become a man. Quinlan looked down at his clothing which consisted of a white shirt and dark blue jeans with a smile upon his lips. Ivory wouldn't even recognize him. Quinlan was equipped with a driver's license and a wallet containing money and anything else he would need for life on earth. He entered the strip club, surprised by the noise of the crowd, the thick cigarette smoke, and all the half-dressed naked women. He quirked an eyebrow as he took a corner table near the stage. This was such a different task than his last one on earth, that's for sure. As several sexy young women took the stage, beginning to strip, Quinlan felt manly urges surge thru him. Having been an angel and possessing no sexual feelings in all of his existence, Quinlan was stunned by these strong desires. "Ivory," he whispered, seeing his little angel take the stage with the others. He would have known his darling angel anywhere, with her flowing blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was stunningly beautiful and wearing some filmy white little thing which was nearly see-thru, showing her lovely pink nipples thru the fabric. Quinlan could barely breathe; his feelings for Ivory were so strong... and he suddenly wanted her. He was staring at her luscious pink lips, wishing he could hold her against him and kiss her. He was getting sooo hot and struggled just to draw breath. Just then, a waitress came by. "Can I get you anything, big guy?" she asked him with a wink, thinking he was to-die-for-sexy. "Sure, I'll have a Shirley Temple," he said, barely looking away from the stage and Ivory as she was doing a sexy little dance, shaking her beautiful body to the erotic music. The waitress shrugged, thinking it an odd request that a man like him would order such a "sissy" drink, but she didn't say anything. "Whatever wets your whistle," she said, going to get the drink for Quinlan. Tonight was just like every other night. Ivory started out drunk and high as she put on her new white almost-see-through outfit on. She then got up on stage and began doing her thing. It wasn't long before the buzz wore off along with the feeling of being high. Ivory smiled at the guys and continued to do her thing. As she was getting into her dance, something brought her attention over to the a guy who walked in and headed over toward the stage area. Ivory wasn't sure what it was, but something about that hot-looking man seemed familiar, but what was it? She had never seen him before in her life. At least she doesn't think she had, because she would never forget a good-looking face like that, especially with a rock-hard body like his. Ivory continued to do her thing, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of the mysterious man. Things for Ivory just have not been the same since she messed up her last assignment. She tried so hard to straighten up Jaylin Plano, but it seemed like the harder she tried, the further he slipped away, until he was gone. Ivory knew she was supposed to return after her failed her assignment, but she had chose not to return. Instead she chose to go out and have fun every night. Ivory soon took up drinking, smoking, and partying. If she wasn't drunk almost every night, she was as high as a kite. For some reason, alcohol, cigarettes, and smoking pot made her feel better, but only for short moments at a time, because as soon as the buzz from drinking died and she came down from being high, she would remember how she failed Jaylin and she would feel sad all over again. That is when she would start her repeated cycle of drinking and smoking pot over and over again. It was never-ending. After she failed her assignment and did not return upon her summons, Ivory started a new occupation. In one of the bars that she drank in quite frequently, she became and exotic dancer. She enjoyed dancing half-naked for the men, and when she wasn't drunk or high, it kept her mind off of her failure. The waitress finally returned with the drink in which Quinlan sipped at greedily. He felt really hot and thirsty, especially staring at Ivory in that sexy little outfit, doing her sensuous dance on the stage. Quinlan was now a man, with fierce, red-hot desires. He couldn't blame his sweet little Ivory for succumbing to earthy desires such as alcohol, drug use, and this strip club. Just watching her made him shift in his seat, the crotch of his jeans becoming tighter and tighter. He wanted Ivory, and his feelings of tenderness for her made his erection throb ever harder. "Stop that, Quinlan, you big oaf!" he cursed himself. "Ivory is your best friend... and she needs your help... not your LUST!" After he finally getting his raging desire in check, he stood, approaching Ivory on the stage as she seemed to be staring at him and him alone. "I need to talk to you... alone," he said insistently. He knew she felt some recognition as she gazed at him... but he had changed when he became a man, and he no longer looked quite the same as the angel she had once known and considered to be her best and dearest friend. Ivory seemed to freeze in her tracks as Quinlan told her he needed to see her alone. "Please... I will pay for a private dance..." Quinlan said. "I need to be alone with you... NOW!" Ivory continued intensely dancing, but her mind and her eyes kept going back to the strange, yet familiar-looking man, even though she has never seen him before in her life, who was gazing at her. Ivory's heart began to race wildly when she saw the handsome man approaching her. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, especially with everything she has done and been through these past couple of months. However, no one has ever made her feel what she is feeling right now as he continued moving towards her. When the music had ended she snapped out of the daze she was in and looked at the man. It kind of scared her that he was so insistent on being alone with her. Something about him made her think she could trust him though. Ivory stepped off the stage and looked at him. Her attitude suddenly changed when he mentioned a private dance. Ivory smiled at the man, placed her hand in his and said, "Okay, follow me and I will give you a private dance," she said as she then lead him off to one of the rooms in the back. Once they were inside the room, Ivory shut the door and played the music. She went right into her exotic dance mode, not realizing that this man really just wanted to talk to her. Quinlan felt instant relief when Ivory agreed she would go into a private room alone so they might talk. He even saw her smile, her whole face lighting up as she did so, and he wanted to pull her to him in a hug, caress her hair, and tell her how much he had missed her since she had been away from him and here on earth. She then reached for his hand and he felt the warmth of her flesh against his. This is what it felt like to touch another person. This is what it felt like to be alive. He loved the sensation of her touch. It made a smile come to his lips as the blood was surging through his veins. Quinlan knew he wanted Ivory... especially when they were alone in the dark room which was only lit by dancing lights which seemed to throb to the beat of the seductive music in which Ivory was dancing to. Quinlan swallowed hard, watching her. He couldn't utter a word as he sat on the lone chair which occupied the room, watching Ivory move erotically to the music. She was so beautiful, so alluring... and he wanted her so much. He then realized he was in love with Ivory and always had been. Being a guardian angel had been his greatest accomplishment, but now he wanted to experience what it would be like to be a man. To have a beautiful, vibrant woman in his arms and making sweet love to her. Quinlan licked his lips as he thought about it, his eyes glued to Ivory, the soft flesh of her upper breasts exposed to his gaze in the thin white little outfit she was wearing as her dark-pink nipples rose up invitingly against the fabric. Suddenly the music stopped and there was a moment of dead silence as Ivory just stood there, looking at him as though she could not take her eyes off of him. Tentatively, Quinlan reached out, his hands making contact with Ivory's soft skin as he pulled her closer to him. Immediately he caught the sweet scent of her skin as he pulled her against him and into the warm circle of his arms. "I always wondered what it would feel like to hold you against me this way," he breathed in the softest of whispers, as he pressed his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder and felt the whisper-soft sensation of her silky hair against his face. "Ivory, I have missed you so much.... I NEED you..." Ivory had been dancing erotically to the music. She really liked it when this gentleman pulled her closer to him as it felt really good to be close to a man again and a hot man at that. Her heart began to race the closer she got to him. Something about him felt so familiar, but she wasn't sure what it was. She thought maybe if she continued to be this close to him that she would eventually figure out where she knows him. Ivory realized that it would be impossible as she has never seen this man in her life before, but how could he be so familiar to her. As Ivory was enjoying the dance and being this close to this stranger, she suddenly freaked out when he started talking to her. "How do you know my name?" Ivory asked, as she jerked out of his embrace. "What do you mean you always wanted to hold me this way? Who are you?" Tears started to form in her eyes as she was scared and clearly freaked-out. "You need me?" She wanted to run out of the room, but something made her stay. She continued to back away from the stranger, but she also wanted to hear what he had to say or at least she hoped that he would explain himself to her. Quinlan had been holding beautiful Ivory in his big, strong arms, smelling the sweet scent of her shampoo within her golden hair. It smelled of peaches and cream. He was breathing it in when she started freaking-out, asking how he knew her name. Quinlan was thrown off by her shouting and her tears. He wanted to kiss them all away. He never wanted his precious Ivory to hurt again. "Let's leave this place. And I promise to tell you everything," said Quinlan, as he gently took both of her hands into his in an attempt to calm her while speaking in a smooth, gentle voice. "There is nothing to fear, Ivory. I would never hurt you. Ever. I promise..." he spoke, looking deeply into her wounded sapphire eyes which held glistening, unshed tears. "I'd give up absolutely everything, even my own salvation, before I'd allow any harm to come to you." Quinlan hoped his words could convince her, because he wanted Ivory not to fear him; there was so much he had to tell her. For some reason the moment the stranger tried to calm her down, Ivory felt at ease. She trusted him and she had no clue why, but she wasn't about to question it. Ivory listened to him say he would tell her everything once they left. Under normal circumstances, she would never leave with a paying customer, although, that really hasn't stopped her before; she for some reason felt safe with this man. Once she was a little more calm she looked at him. "Let me get out of these clothes and we can leave," Ivory said as she went into her little dressing room and closed the door. Moments later Ivory came out with skin tight jeans and a very tight tank top that really left nothing free to the imagination. She grabbed her purse and looked at the guy. "Okay, let's get out of here," Ivory said as she followed him out of the strip club. Seconds later she lit up a cigarette and began smoking it. She was still more or less nervous and right now that was the only thing to calm her down, besides a joint, which at the moment, she didn't have. "So, where are we going?" She asked the guy. Quinlan was so relieved when Ivory agreed to leave with him. He waited outside her little dressing room until she appeared wearing a sexy outfit consisting in a tiny tank top and skin-tight jeans. Even a bit more fully clothed, she took his breath away. Gone now were their milky-white flowing robes they wore as angels up above. They were human now, with human feelings and desires. Right now, his own desires were making his jeans tight. He hoped Ivory would not notice as he took her small hand in his, loving the sensation of her flesh pressing against his own. 'This is what it feels like to want a woman... ' he thought to himself. 'I just hope she wants me, too... and I can convince her to give up this wild life as a stripper and go away with me back to Limbo and continue our Devine studies. I only want to keep Ivory safe.' The cool night air hit Quinlan's face as he led her outside into the night. He sucked the cool air into his lungs, startled just a little when Ivory spoke to him, asking where they were going. "Uhhhh well, I don't have a place to stay on Ear--- I mean, here yet," he said, almost giving himself away. He then watched as Ivory lit up a cigarette and began puffing on it. He wanted to grab it and crush it out, fearing what she was doing to that beautiful body of hers. He didn't want her to abuse her earthly body with alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, and sleazy sex anymore. He wanted to give her something worthwhile to live for... something she could sincerely hope for and cherish. "We can get a hotel room," he suggested as he came upon a very ritzy hotel in a great neighborhood. "There's something I need to talk to you about. Believe me, its very important... and its going to change your life forever," he said, hoping she would agree to come inside the hotel with him and talk. He then stopped before they could enter, staring deeply into her striking blue eyes. The urge to kiss her made him feel weak. No one had ever affected him quite like Ivory did. What would St. Peter say once he knew Quinlan had fallen in love with Ivory??? As Ivory and the guy had approached hotel, she did notice his jeans were a little tight. Ivory couldn't help but giggle as she saw him try to hide it. Ivory decided not to say anything about and just continue to go about their business. She did notice that the man did become very quiet, and it kind of scared her, but not in a bad way. Ivory wondered what was going on in that mind of his. Well, by the bulge in his jeans, she had a pretty good idea what was going through his mind, and it caused her to giggle slightly once again. When he answered her on where they could go, she was going to mention her apartment, but when he mentioned getting a hotel room, that kind of intrigued her, but she was also scared at the same time. However Ivory realized getting a room would be much safer than him knowing where she lived. "How about we compromise, why don't you go check into a hotel, since you have no place to stay and I will wait for you in the lounge of the hotel?" Ivory suggested. That way they could still be alone, but still be in the eyes of the public in case this stranger tried something. Besides she was really in desperate need of some alcohol to go along with this pack of smokes she had. "So, does that sound like a plan?" Ivory asked him. Quinlan was a bit disappointed when Ivory suggested they not go up to his hotel room just yet, but talk in the hotel lobby. Obviously, she did not trust him yet... and perhaps she feared he wanted to cause harm to her, as many other unsavory men may have done to her within her experience here on earth. "Okay, Ivory, we will talk in the lounge... but what I have to say to you is quite private and not a single soul can overhear.... I give you my word that I mean you no harm... I swear it on....." Quinlan spoke, almost ending the sentence with "all that's holy," yet he did not, for fear Ivory might figure out who he was and what his mission was here. "Find us a nice dark table... away from any one who might overhear," Quinlan then said to Ivory. "I will go over to the front desk and secure my room... then we can have our chat." When Quinlan walked away to go get himself a room, Ivory turned around shaking her head as she went to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. She was kind of freaked out on how adamant this man was on talking to her alone. When she usually fooled around with men she did so at the night club where she knew she would be safe. There was something about this man that she trusted, otherwise she wouldn't have left the club with him, but she still was scared to death to be alone with him in a room. Ivory went to the far corner and took a seat where there was no one anywhere around. She took a long sip of her scotch and lit up her cigarette. What she wouldn't give to have a joint right now, but she would make do with the tobacco. Quinlan & Ivory Ch. 01 Quinlan was a bit uneasy as he walked over and asked for a room in the hotel. He had a credit card and some cash in his pocket, all courtesy of St. Peter. He had everything necessary to have a comfortable stay on earth... he just hoped he could talk some sense into Ivory and that she hadn't skipped out on him, thinking he was some sort of freak or weirdo. After all, he didn't really act or behave like an ordinary guy. After he had the key to his room on the fifth floor, Quinlan strode into the hotel's lounge. He began looking around for Ivory, but he didn't see her just yet. However, he could sense her presence. She was the most beautiful woman in the room. He made his way over to her, a smile forming on his handsome face. The smile then slowly faded when he saw her puffing down another cigarette and sipping at a glass containing a very strong alcoholic beverage. "Ivory, we have so much to talk about," said Quentin, taking a seat beside her at the table as he gazed into her gorgeous sapphire eyes, "I really do wish you would go up to my room with me, so we could talk. I promise you, I do not bite." When the man came back to the table, and called her by her name, it still freaked her out that he knew her name, but she didn't know him or his name. She took another puff on her cigarette. "Dude," Ivory said to him. "What do you mean we have a lot to talk about?" "If you don't stop pressuring me to go to your room, I will just leave," Ivory said as she was starting to get freaked out about him wanting to be alone with her so badly. She chugged the last of her drink and stood up. "So, what is it going to be? Are you going to be okay with sitting here and talking or should I just leave?" Ivory asked. Quinlan did a double-take when Ivory called him "Dude." For some reason, that brought a slight-smile to his face. She had really attained a lot of back-bone while here on earth. In her angel-state she had been very sweet and soft-spoken, but even so, she was still a vision of loveliness. "No, Ivory, do not go," Quinlan said. "We can talk here. It's just that you are so beautiful... I really want to spend some time alone with you...." His words trailed off as he watched her chug her alcoholic beverage. It sickened him how she was poisoning her body by the booze and cigarettes. He wanted to help her overcome her addictions, but before he could begin to help her he had to get her to trust him. He and Ivory had been the best of friends when they had undertaken divine studies together. When she found out his identity, would she run from him... or would he be the only one to reach her? "Ivory, please sit down," said Quinlan. "There's something I have to tell you... something extremely important." Something about this man's voice made Ivory want to stay. "I will be right back, " Ivory said to the stranger. She went up to the bar and got herself another hard drink, and she got something for him also. Ivory came back to the table and sat back down. She handed the man his drink. "It's water," Ivory informed him as she felt that was the safest thing to get him to drink as he didn't seem like much of a drinker. She was kind of shocked that he was even in the bar since he didn't seem to like alcohol. Ivory took a sip of her whiskey and lit up another cigarette. "So, what is it that we have to talk about?" Ivory asked him once again. "Ivory, look deep... very deep into my eyes.... tell me, do you know who I am???" As his sapphire eyes gazed deeply into hers, he could see a spark of recognition there. Would Ivory be able to see deep within him, to the soul of the angel he truly was? He reached out, taking her small hand into his, gently caressing her palm with his fingertips. He loved touching her... perhaps a bit too much. In Heaven, they forged a bonding of the souls and of their hearts, but here on earth he wanted more... he wanted it all. He want to merge with Ivory in every sense of the word. He was amazed at his sudden desire... the urge to take her into his arms and make sweet, passionate love to her. "Come on, Ivory. You know me... I am your best and dearest friend...." he coaxed, waiting for her answer as he continued to tenderly caress the silky flesh of her hand. How would Ivory react when she realized he was here... and he had come to help her? When he answered her, he didn't give her a straight answer, but when he told her to look into his eyes, she put her cigarette down into the ashtray and moved her drink aside. Ivory did as she was told and looked into this man's eyes. She was thinking from the beginning that there was something familiar about this man, but she wasn't sure what it was. Ivory instantly got lost in this man's gorgeous eyes and tried looking into his soul. As he continued talking to her, telling her that she knows him and to just think about it, Ivory continued looking into this man's eyes and she suddenly saw into his soul and she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Ivory freaked out for a moment. She moved away from him and took a couple drags of her cigarette. "This can't be,"she said as she picked up her drink and took a huge swig from him. Ivory then looked at him. "Q---Quinlan, is that really you?" Ivory asked in a voice barely above a whisper. She suddenly couldn't talk and tears began to sting the corners of her eyes. Was she really sitting face to face with her oldest and dearest friend? So many emotions where going through her as she was now completely confused. If this was Quinlan, how was he there? Why was he there? Quinlan held Ivory's gaze as she was slowly beginning to recognize him. With the way she was looking at him, he suddenly wanted to pick up the alcoholic beverage she had bought for herself, chug it quickly, then throw her down on the table and have his way with her. Quinlan then watched as she became quite upset, puffing on her cigarette and looking at him as though she were somehow scared and uneasy. "Yes, Ivory..it is me. It's Quinlan..." he answered, reaching for his glass of water and swirling the icy liquid in his glass. "I missed you so much. You wouldn't come back... although St. Peter called for your return. I wouldn't desert you here, Ivory. I felt like a part of me was gone without you...." Quinlan confessed. "St. Peter told me what happened. I'm so sorry about Jaylin. It wasn't your fault," Quinlan tried to assure her. "No one blames you, Ivory... but I know you have a broken heart. I want to help you heal it again." "Won't you let me help you?" Quinlan asked, staring into her bright blue eyes. She still had the face of an angel, although her breath reeked of booze. Quinlan wanted to pull her to him and kiss her, caress away her pain. Would she let him? Would she allow him a chance to soothe the wounds on her heart? "Ivory, I truly hate to see you this way... This isn't you..." he said sadly as she blew her cigarette smoke carelessly into his face. Ivory snapped out of her daze. It was then she realized she was blowing smoke in Quinlan's face. She effortlessly waved her hand to try and clear the smoke. The moment he spoke of Jaylin, she angrily put out her cigarette and took her alcoholic beverage and chugged it. That is when the tears began to fall. "It was all my fault and you should blame me," she said through her tears. Ivory knew that Quinlan was right about one thing--- this smoking, doing drugs, and getting smashed almost every night was not her; it never really was her. At least not until after Jaylin died. Ivory was about to get up to get another alcoholic beverage when she had changed her mind. She reached over and grabbed the water that she had gotten for Quinlan. She began to drink it. As she put the glass down, she heard what Quinlan had said. "Really? You think you can help my heart heal?" Ivory said, not totally convinced. She then drank the rest of his water and looked into Quinlan's eyes as their eyes locked for a brief moment. "What do you say we go up to your room, order some room service and get me sobered up?" Ivory suggested. It was right there and then she realized she wanted to be sober when she and Quinlan talked. She truly missed her friend and wondered what he had to say. More importantly she wondered if he really could help her and get her out of this mess she so ungraciously got herself into. "I could never blame you, Ivory. I--- I love you," Quinlan said, watching as her tears started to fall. How he hated to see Ivory cry. It tore at his heart like the fires of Hell to see this beautiful woman sobbing because Jaylin had caused his own tragic downfall. "Ivory, believe me, you did nothing wrong. You did everything you could to try to save him. There was nothing more that could have been done...." Quinlan said, reaching out with a soft touch and tenderly brushing her warm tears from her cheeks. He shuddered as he felt the warm silken sensation of her flesh. He suddenly wanted to hold her close in his arms, cherish her, and comfort her. He was about to ask her to his room so he could do just that when he realized he had gotten to Ivory with his statement "This isn't you..." When he said those words, something seemed to have changed in Ivory, and she suggested they go to his room, order room service, and she could sober up. "Of course I will help your heart heal," said Quinlan with a smile as he took her small hand into his and gave it a tender squeeze. "I've really missed you, Ivory," he told her as they left the lounge together and headed toward the elevator so they could go up to Quinlan's room. Once inside the elevator, he gave her a lingering once-over with his dazzling blue eyes taking in every inch of her beautiful and oh-so-human body. "Ivory, you are so beautiful," he said thickly. "I've always wanted to hold you... now tonight I will finally get my chance. I will hold you... and I will heal you. I will do whatever it takes to make you believe in yourself again. I love you... and I would never desert you." Hearing Quinlan say that he loves Ivory made the tears she was shedding even more intense. She never thought anyone could love her, especially after the whole Jaylin mess. Even though Quinlan has said repeatedly no one blames her, she still did blame herself. Maybe after Quinlan talked to her, she might think otherwise. Ivory closed her eyes for a brief moment when Quinlan brushed his hand against her face to dry the tears that have fallen. At that moment, she felt something she had not felt in a very long time. Ivory wasn't even sure she felt this with Jaylin and she had sworn up and down she had been in love with him. Once they were in the elevator, Ivory looked into Quinlan's eyes as he gazed into hers. She held onto every single word he was saying to her. "I love you, too, Quinlan, and I want you to hold me," she confessed to him as the elevator door opened up and lead them to Quinlan's room. Quinlan smiled hugely when he heard Ivory's words of love. It was all he ever wanted to hear. He was so happy to hear those sweet words fall from her lips. He took her small hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze as they left the elevator together and headed down the hallway toward his room. They found Quinlan's hotel room, and he swiped the key-card into the door. Once inside, Quinlan found the coffee pot and tried to prepare some coffee to help sober Ivory up. "Earth machines... grrrrr..." he said with a small growl, as he had no idea how to make the strange gadget work. Here he was human... and he didn't even have his angelic powers to make the coffee appear in the pot, freshly brewed for his darling Ivory. "Sorry, my sweet," he said to Ivory, giving her a sheepish look. "I can't run a coffee pot... I'm going to need your help here..." He chuckled at his own lack of earthly knowledge, wondering what the coffee might taste like after it was brewed. His eyes were on Ivory's sweet, dark-pink lips as he began thinking of those full lips crushed to his and began wondering about the taste of her kisses and the delicious flavor of her beautiful mouth. Heat rushed up and down his body when he glanced over to the bed, imagining holding Ivory in his arms all night long as he lay naked against her, caressed her, kissed her, and made sweet love to her. Maybe he could heal her with his touch, his caress, and his tenderness. Whatever Ivory wanted to make her feel complete, Quinlan would be her eager servant. "I cannot wait to hold you in my arms, Ivory," he spoke, once again meeting her gaze. "After you make our coffee, I want to take you in my arms, darling... and never, ever let you go again." Ivory couldn't help but laugh when she saw Quinlan struggling with making the coffee. She thought it was cute though. "Here, let me show you," Ivory said, smiling at him. "With all my drunken-stupor nights, I have become a pro at making coffee." She walked him over to the sink where they filled up the pot with water. Ivory then walked back with Quinlan to the coffee pot and showed him where to pour the water. She then placed the coffee grounds into the canister and inserted that into the slot. Ivory then put the pot into position and pressed start. Quinlan had grinned when Ivory took over the coffee pot and began to expertly show him how to operate it. While she excused herself and went into the bathroom, he watched with interest as drop by drop, the freshly brewed coffee began to fill the pot. "Amazing," he quipped, as the warm, rich scent hit his nostrils. He was having another human urge. He longed to taste the coffee. It smelled excellent. He then walked into the bedroom area, turning on the television set. Earth was such a strange place; he had no idea about modern technology as last time he was sent to earth on assignment, it had been the year 1911 As the coffee was brewing, Ivory excused herself and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She grabbed her toothbrush out of her purse and brushed her teeth. She just wanted to get the taste of alcohol, pot, and cigarettes out of her mouth. At times like this she wondered why she continued to do those three things. She knew how bad all of it smells, but yet she continued to do this on a daily/nightly basis. She really hoped Quinlan can help her and get her ass sobered up. Ivory really hated seeing herself like this. After she had brushed her teeth, she washed her face as she felt completely disgusting. Ivory hoped the fact that she is now wearing no makeup wouldn't scare Quinlan. About fifteen minutes later Ivory came out of the bathroom. She wasn't completely sober, but she felt a lot better and knew after she had some coffee, she would be doing even better. "Hey," Ivory said with a soft smile as she walked over to the coffee pot, grabbed two mugs and began to pour the coffee. Afterwards Ivory brought both mugs over to the sofa where Quinlan was watching television. Ivory shut off the TV and sat down next to Quinlan. She handed him the mug of coffee. Quinlan thought she looked beautiful as ever, even without her make-up. In fact, her make-up earlier had been a bit too much; after all she worked in a strip-club. Quinlan found this natural-look sexier than ever. "Thank you," he said to Ivory with a smile as she gave him the mug of steaming coffee. He looked into the mug, taking a sniff of the delicious-smelling beverage. "It smells wonderful," he said to her. "But I think I will avoid drinking it too quickly. I would not want to burn my tongue." He then stared deeply into Ivory's eyes, thinking he would like to use his tongue for more pleasurable things, like perhaps kissing Ivory passionately as he had seen a young couple doing on the TV screen. "You're welcome," Ivory said. She smiled as she watched Quinlan smell the coffee and check it out. "You are probably right; you will more than likely burn your tongue," she giggled. "There are many ways to drink coffee. You can have it like this black, or you can put cream or sugar or even both in. They even serve coffee cold," Ivory told her friend. Quinlan smiled when Ivory told him all the ways to drink coffee. "Cream and sugar?" he repeated. "I will have to try that next time. Sounds intriguing." He knew he had a lot to learn about earth, and he welcomed Ivory showing him all he needed to know. "So, tell me how you are human, and how you are here?" she asked him. Ivory wanted to make some small talk until she was completely sober. She wanted to be with Quinlan as badly as he wanted to be with her, but she wouldn't have any of it until she was sober. He then smiled at Ivory's questions. He pulled her down on the loveseat right beside him facing the television, because he wanted to be close to her. He loved the physical contact of her soft flesh very near to his. "I was worried about you when you did not return from your assignment. I missed my best friend. I went to ask St. Peter when you would return. He told me what happened to Jaylin and that you would not be returning. Then he showed me in the magical mirror the direction you had taken following Jaylin's death. I saw what you were going thru and begged St. Peter to let me come to earth to help you. I could not stand to see you suffer like that... and watch how the alcohol, drugs, cigarettes and everything else was affecting you. St. Peter finally listened to my pleas... sending me to earth," explained Quinlan. "So, that's how I am here. I only want to help you... and heal your pain. So, what do you think Ivory... do you think I look nice as a man? I don't think I look half-bad... but I kind of miss my wings though... And it's a bit strange having all these human urges.... like when the coffee was brewing... I longed to taste it," he spoke, his fingertips lightly grazing Ivory's creamy cheek as his gaze beheld hers and he thought of how deeply he desired her. "I'm having a few other urges, too. I have never felt like this before, Ivory. Is this what it feels like to be human?" After Quinlan had pulled her down next to him, Ivory had placed her coffee mug aside with his. "Really? You were worried about me?" Ivory didn't know why she was so surprised to hear that, but she was. "Quinlan honey, you look HOT as a man," Ivory said with a huge grin. "When I first saw you come in the strip club tonight, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you." Quinlan definitely peaked Ivory's curiosity with what he had said next. "Really? Tell me about these urges you are having." His eyes widened when she told him he looked hot as a man and that when he first entered the club, she could barely keep her hands off him. "You really want me that much?" he heard himself asking. He actually felt himself blushing when she mentioned those urges he had been having. "Well, you are so beautiful, Ivory... and you smell so sweet... and my feelings for you are so strong," he spoke as he inhaled her perfume once again and pulled her closer against his virile body. "And to be honest, I guess I am having a difficult time keeping my hands off you, too. I want to kiss you and touch you and make sweet love to you..." His words trailed off as he had forgotten to breathe and had to catch his breath. He just stared into Ivory's bright blue eyes, waiting for her response to his confession. Ivory chuckled. "I said that I couldn't keep my eyes off of you, that doesn't mean that I wanted you," she teased Quinlan. "Something about you seemed familiar and that is why I couldn't stop looking at you." "I knew that you weren't a former client or anything, because I definitely would have remembered someone as hot as you," Ivory said with a wink. "I was so excited that you wanted a lap dance." "Yes, I know I freaked out when you had known my name and you were insistent on being alone with me, but I freaked because I didn't know it was you, I thought you where a complete stranger," Ivory tried explaining. Ivory smiled hugely when she heard Quinlan say he wanted to make sweet Love to her. "Well, stud muffin, what's stopping you?" Ivory asked. Quinlan & Ivory Ch. 01 Quinlan couldn't believe it when Ivory was actually giving him permission to kiss and touch her. He held her even closer, wanting every inch of his flesh merged to hers. He wondered what it would be like to have her naked and tangled up in his arms. Slowly then, he lowered his lips to hers, as his hands caressed slowly up and down her sides with a tentative and feather-light touch. He then brushed his thumbs against her nipples, feeling them go instantly hard thru her clothing. When she made a sweet sound of desire, he stood then, still kissing her as he lifted her in his arms. He carried her over to the king-sized bed, placing her in its center as he climbed onto the bed with her. Finally then, he disengaged his lips from hers. "Tell me, Ivory, what is a stud-muffin?" he asked her, a slight grin on his lips as his eyes swept her body, seeing her nipples rising up thru the thin material of the tank top she was wearing. The fabric was so sheer, Quinlan could actually see the shape and the dusky-shade of her nipples thru it, making the male appendage in his pants become instantly stiff. Quinlan then began tracing his finger along the low-cut fabric of her top where her cleavage was revealed. "Can I take this off you now, Ivory? I wish to see the beauty of your body," he said to her, gazing deeply into her eyes. "I want to kiss you everywhere and heal every inch of you with my lips...." After Quinlan brought Ivory over to the bed and laid her down, she smiled at his question. "There is really no definition for the word stud muffin. It is just a figure of speech," she tried to explain. Ivory kept forgetting that Quinlan is not as up to date with living on earth as she was. Ivory was determined to help him in anyway that she could. She then looked into his eyes when he asked for permission to take ofsher shirt. This was something Ivory was not used to at all. "Yes, you may take my shirt off, but let me help you with something first," Ivory replied. She sat up and undid Quinlan's jeans and pulled them down. Ivory then pulled down his boxers and let his erection free. "Does that feel better?" Ivory asked grinning as she got to see his true size. After Quinlan had her top and bra off, she placed his hands on her naked breasts. "I like how that feels," Ivory said, looking into Quinlan's eyes. "I cannot wait for your lips to touch every single part of my body." Quinlan felt instant relief when Ivory undid his pants and pulled them down his body. That part of him which was throbbing and surging with need came free when she then took down his boxers. Quinlan had a half-grin on his face as he stepped out of his clothing and then looked down at the stiff organ which surged out between his legs. He knew that this was the part of his body which made him male, and the very part in which male humans needed for procreation, but he had absolutely no idea before tonight that this piece of flesh could cause him to have so much desire and longing. When he had come to earth previously, he had been in his angel form, and never before had he dealt with any sort of sexual scenario. All of this was very new to him and yet very exhilarating. He knew it had something to do with Ivory, her beauty, and his intense feelings for her. She brought out all the passion in him, all of the wild longing. He longed to give her pleasure... as well as receive it. "Thank you for helping me with that," he said as his eyes left his immense erection and he gazed into Ivory's. "Every time I look at you, that part of me twitches. I'm afraid I don't even know how to make love to you... but I want to. I mean... ummmm, I know the basics of... well... how human beings reproduce... but now that I have one of these... " Quinlan paused then, glancing down at his hardened male flesh again. "............ I'm not even sure exactly how to use it to pleasure you...." Ivory couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement go through her when Quinlan said that part of him twitched every time he looks at her. It really made Ivory feel good about herself. "Don't worry, Quinlan. I will help you," Ivory promised, looking into his eyes as they lay in the bed together stark-naked. She wrapped her arms around Quinlan and kissed him with all the passion she had pent up inside of her. Quinlan was certain Ivory would guide him through the process. He also sensed he would be a quick learner when it came to lovemaking and sharing passion with his woman. He let his eyes run over Ivory's beauty, so happy that she was his. Without a word, he began removing her clothing. When he had taken off every stitch, he tossed it aside, sucking in his breath. "Ivory," he gasped. "You are soooo amazing---- a beautiful body to go with your beautiful soul. I want you so badly..." He then pressed his nakedness to hers, bringing their lips together in a hot, passionate kiss. Ivory wanted to do some foreplay, but she wasn't sure if Quinlan could handle that right now. He seemed too eager to make love. Next time around she would be sure to do things nice and slow, but not tonight. Ivory took Quinlan's rock-hard cock into her hand and she guided him inside of her pussy while sliding down on his cock. Ivory looked deep into Quinlan's midnight-blue eyes all the while. "How does that feel?" She asked, smiling at him. Ivory didn't want to take things too fast and scare him off. Quinlan's gaze never left Ivory's as she crawled atop him on the bed. This position for lovemaking had never occurred to him in his innocence when it came to sex. He realized then that he had so much to learn about making love and that Ivory was eager to show him the ropes. That stiff male appendage rose up demandingly as Ivory was positioning her body over his. He could feel her warm, wet center pressing softly against his engorged tip. Ivory then wrapped her soft little hand around his stiffness, and Quinlan sucked in his breath as he felt her feminine lips part to take him inside. "Ohhh Ivory," he moaned, loving the exquisite sensation of her touch, but in the next moment she had lowered herself onto his cock, taking it slowly, ever-so-slowly into her tight, silken sheath. Quinlan met her half-way, his hips rising to send more of him into her. "Ivory, you feel so good," he whispered, looking at her adoringly. "This is unlike anything I have ever felt before. I can feel you all around me... as if we are one." He then reached up, laying his big hands upon Ivory's breasts. The skin of her breasts felt to him like the finest silk and her dusky-pink nipples had become hard little beads. Quinlan played with them, watching the expression of ecstasy upon Ivory's face. "Ivory, this feels so good. I might never want to stop," he said with a sexy wink. "I want to grab you and thrust into you very hard," he said huskily, his hands sliding down to her curvaceous derrière. He lay his hands on her hips and began moving her up and down on his cock, a groan drifting from his throat as her silken sheath slid over his throbbing cock so deliciously. He gazed down between their bodies, watching every inch of his erection disappear between the slick lips of Ivory's pussy. He was so turned on, he wanted to plunge into her hard and fast. But since he was new to all this, he didn't know if Ivory would like him to exert such sexual prowess upon her yet. He definitely knew he didn't want to hurt her or ruin the sweetness of this moment. "Quinlan," Ivory gasped in pleasure when he had his cock in her completely. "You are right honey, this does feel good. It feels REAL good," Ivory spoke closing her eyes for a brief moment when his hands began to explore her breasts. "That is a good way of putting it Quinlan; it is like we are one," she said, smiling and gazing deep into his eyes. Ivory's smile became even bigger when he mentioned grabbing her and thrusting into her very hard. "And to think I wanted to start you out slow and get you into the grove of things," Ivory said with a little giggle. "I would love it if you grab me and thrust yourself into me very hard. I have a feeling I would enjoy it very much." Quinlan loved this "Being One" with Ivory. Her fiery sheath held him so tight as she was atop him, her body fused to his. His eyes burned into hers, while his hands cupped and caressed her breasts. When she spoke of him grabbing her and piercing her hard, he suddenly then couldn't stop himself. She had told him quite clearly she would enjoy him being aggressive and taking control. He rolled them carefully over, until suddenly it was he who was on top. "Ivory," he groaned, before his hot lips moved to her neck, his teeth grazing her delicate flesh as he began to withdraw from her clinging warmth. After only his tip remained buried inside her, Quinlan quickly thrust the remainder of his length back into Ivory's pussy, piercing her with his throbbing erection. Another withdrawal, this time swifter than the first, then Quinlan repeated the process again, groaning in lust as their bodies merged. He made a sound of primal lust, his body moving in a dance of passion as his big cock slid into Ivory's pussy again and again wildly. "Something... is... happening..." he said, looking at Ivory, not sure of what was about to occur, only that he felt like he was about to explode. Nothing had ever felt as intense or as pleasurable as this, their joining He slid himself into very hard and deep, his breath ragged as his body tensed, nearing orgasm. Ivory opened her legs wide as she then felt Quinlan thrust into her hard and fast. "Oh Quinlan!!! That feels so damn good!" Ivory cried out as she then arched her back, pulling Quinlan in further and deeper. She smiled when Quinlan said something was happening. "Keep going, Quinlan; keep moving in and out of me. What you are feeling is normal, but you need to continue to go with it." Ivory explained. Ivory arched her back in even more as though she couldn't get him deep enough. "Oh Gawd! Quinlan!!!" Ivory cried out as she began to tremble when an orgasm overtook her body. Quinlan wasn't sure what was happening as his balls seemed to tighten, and he felt as though his hard, stiff cock was going to erupt. The sensation was pure pleasure, and Ivory seemed to be loving it, too. She had told him not to stop; to keep thrusting his male appendage deep inside of her. Suddenly Ivory screamed out his name and her tight pussy walls clamped down extremely hard on his shaft. He actually was unable to move for a moment as her pussy began squeezing him deliciously as though it was milking his cock. "Ivory!" he groaned out, shuddering from the sheer force of her climax which sent him into his own he had been fast approaching. All the sudden, Quinlan was able to thrust again. He pounded himself into Ivory's pussy very hard, then with a bang he shot his seed into her. And he came and came and came; loads of his hot semen filling her sweet pussy. He made sexy groaning noises as his thick cock was drained into Ivory. Ivory wrapped her legs tightly around Quinlan's waist when he began spilling his seed deep inside of her. "Oh shit Quinlan." Ivory cried out as she rode his cock as he continued to cum. Once their orgasms had subsided, Quinlan, still inside of Ivory, collapsed on top of her. Ivory held him against her and she then listened to him as he began to speak. After his explosive orgasm, Quinlan nearly collapsed on top of Ivory with his body still joined intimately to hers. He looked down into her face, tenderly cupping her cheek in her hand. "That was unlike anything I have ever felt before," he said softly, as his blue eyes stared into hers. "I never want to let you go, Ivory. I feel as though I am One with you now. Ivory, I've always loved you... we have been the best of friends for such a long time, ever since you arrived in Limbo. There is no one I trust like I trust you. We have shared a bond like no other...." Quinlan's voice trailed off as he searched for the words to tell Ivory what he was feeling at that moment. Finally, he just blurted it out, no holds barred. "Ivory, I'm in love with you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I never knew what it would be like... this human emotion they call love. But I realize I've felt it all along... even when we were both angels, studying in Limbo and preparing for our assignments on earth; although at that time I had no concept of the physical part of love. Now, I do... and being human is something I don't want to give up. I never want to give up this with you..........." Quinlan looked quite perplexed then and almost saddened. He didn't want to lose this with Ivory... not ever. But what would happen when the St. Peter called him back? Quinlan knew he wouldn't want to go and lose what he had here with Ivory. The words that Quinlan spoke completely took Ivory by surprise, not in a bad way; it was just something she wasn't expecting to hear. She took a moment to think and let all of Quinlan's words sink in. This is something she has always wanted, someone who truly loved her. It made her even happier to know that it is Quinlan who felt this way. "Quinlan," Ivory said softly, caressing his hair as she spoke. "What you are telling me is something I have wanted to hear for a long time. I love you, too. You have nothing to worry about, I am not going anywhere." "But if and when St. Peter calls you back, you are going to have to make a decision," Ivory said, lifting his head up and looking into his eyes. She loved him so much, but at the same time she was scared to death that she was going to lose him. "I will never leave you, Ivory," said Quinlan, his voice leaving no room for doubt as to what his decision would be. "Either you go back with me or I lose my wings." With a deep sigh, Quinlan lay down in bed next to Ivory, cuddling her in his strong arms as he listened to the sweet sound of her breathing. "Let's get some sleep," he encouraged as her cheek rested against his muscular chest and he caressed her long blond hair. "We'll order room service in the morning. I promise you; then we will talk and make some decisions as to what our future will hold." Quinlan was quite sleepy after their wild lovemaking session and in just a few moments he had drifted off into a contented sleep with the most beautiful woman in the world lying in his arms. No matter what, he was certain he would never want to let Ivory go.