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Just Maybe...

By: LuthienEllesar



 I originally started this out as a one shot sex extravaganza, but the writer in me took over, and before I knew it, I had a huge long chapter. This story will, however, have tons of sex in it, I just didn't feel it was fair to make this chapter any longer at the moment. If you want me to continue this story, please send me feedback, otherwise I may concentrate on my others. Remember, it only takes a few moments to send feedback, and I appreciate it greatly. Thanks tons for reading everyone. 

I usually don't wake up in the middle of the night. Usually, I sleep like a stone. I go to bed laying on my back and somehow wake up on my stomach with only half the covers I started out with. I go the the bathroom before I go to bed on purpose so I don't wake up. Usually. But tonight, tonight wasn't very usual at all. 

Tonight I woke with the moon shining on my face, and my cheek pressed deep into my sheets. I always opened my blinds when the moon was at the point in its circuit that it could be seen through my window, and I always slept better on those nights, which made my waking even more strange. I turned my head over, closed my eyes, and waited to drift back into sleep like I always did. After a few minutes of holding my eyes shut and ignoring the itch in my leg, I gave up and opened my eyes. Propping myself up on one elbow, I leaned down to scratch my legs stubborn itch, throwing the covers back as I did. I shivered ever so slightly from the breeze running suddenly over my bare skin. 

I had abolished sleepwear at the age of 15, having read about it on the Internet. Being so young, and mostly sheltered by my parents, I hadn't thought about sleeping in nothing, instead always going to bed in the usual Scooby Doo or Eeyore pajamas my mother got me. But after I got used to sleeping in my underwear, I couldn't stand the feeling of sleeping in anything. It drove my mother crazy, which made it even better. Around the age of 17, I had to start sleeping in a bra also though, because my chest had begun developing at an alarming rate. 

I can remember mournfully looking in the mirror and wondering if my chest would ever grow as much as the regular teens out there... and apparently someone up there heard my cries. Now, at the age of 18, my chest was a quite large D, approaching a DD. I didn't sag at all, which was quite odd, considering their size. I had a pretty well built figure, and luckily was pretty tall for my age, roughly 5'6", 5'8" on a good day with heels. My ass looked fabulous in jeans, but not so good out of them, considering the fact that I'd grown so quickly I had the usual teenage stretch marks. 

I wrapped my robe around me and went over to the open window, leaning against the sill and looking out. The moon was full tonight, and the rays shone down on my face with a calming coolness. I propped my chin up on my hands and stared upwards at the huge white globe in the sky, wondering how on earth it stayed up there. Sure, I'd learned about gravity and such in school, but all that aside... its so big. Its near to impossible. I continued contemplating all these captivating things as I kept staring outside. 

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Aloneness was all he could hope for in this world. How could he ever find someone that would accept him? No, he decided, he'd been over this a million times, it was just best at this point not to think about it... His lot was to roam the streets at night, nothing more. His lot was to hide during the day, and be constantly afraid he'd be seen, be caught, be trapped and put on display like an animal. He wasn't an animal... he didn't think. Did having parts like some animals make you one? Sure, he had retractable claws, like a cat... and huge wings, kind of like an bat... but he was mostly human. 

Without the wings and claws, he looked normal, except for the color of his skin. His skin was a dark blue, the perfect color to blend into shadows at night. Most people think the night is black, but shadows are really blue at night, a deep, dark blue. They start out black, to be sure, but then once the moon hits, it adds just a tinge of its lovely white blue light, and the shadows change. He wished he could go back. Go back and change his life... his life that had started out perfectly normally. It had been so long ago, the details were actually getting foggy... A lawyer, yes, he'd been a lawyer. A lawyer who never lost, never. He hadn't cared if he'd had to cheat, lie, steal, bribe, or humiliate to win, he did it. He'd used every trick in the book, done every dastardly deed, used every escape hatch... Until the day he really needed one, and hadn't had one. 

He'd been driving, on the road. A street very near here, as a matter of fact, he'd actually passed it a few times since, and stared forlornly at the skid marks on the blacktop. The skid marks caused by him spinning out of control. He'd seen a rabbit in the road. Who would have thought, a rabbit, in the middle of the road... and even then, when he swerved to avoid it, his thoughts weren't on the innocent animal, but the mess it would make on his expensive car.

The horrible sound of the crash... he could still hear it echoing in his ears. The swerve of the road had caused his fancy car's even fancier brake system to short out, and he'd plunged off the road, down a hill, and straight into a tree. The next thing he saw when he woke up... He didn't want to think about that. That horrible place. The place he'd gone. He'd died, and every single bad thing he'd done in his life had come back to make his life hell... literally. He'd had many years on earth to think about himself, himself and his choices, and if had a second chance, he'd make all the right ones now, or at least try. It was too late now, his punishment was to be doomed to walk the rest of the earth as the demon he was now... but only in appearance. 

As he landed on a rooftop for a short rest, his eyes were caught by a flash of silver, the moon glinting off a window. Raising his hand, he caught sight of the offending window. The blinds were open, a rarity in this city, and even rarer at this time of night. He ventured closer to the edge of the roof, laying down and peeking over the slight edge, so he could see inside. What he saw nearly took his breath away. Inside the room was a farily large bed, with some tangled white sheets, and inside the tangled sheets was a girl. She was clearly asleep, and her bare shoulders were rising and falling rhythmically. 

The blanket started just below her shoulders, and continued down to a few inches below her rear, so he could also see a pair of breathtaking legs. They weren't horribly skinny, like those models legs, they were well built and sturdy looking, a bit chunky at the top, but still unbelievably sexy. He couldn't imagine what they looked like in heels. One of her bare feet moved a bit, drawing closer up towards herself, making the blanket draw up enough to just expose the bottom of one ass cheek and the beginnings of a pair of standard black bikini undies. 

As he beheld all this, in wonder, the girl stirred even more, and turned her head over, facing him now, but with her eyes still closed. He couldn't make out the features of her face from this far away, but he could tell she had brown hair, medium brown with some washed out coppery-blonde highlights. Her eyes suddenly opened, and he ducked behind the lip of the roof, frightened he'd been seen. After a few more moments he peeked over again, realizing how stupid he was being. He was several hundred feet away, with only the top of his head sticking out over the rooftop, there was no chance she'd see him. 

When he peeked over, she'd risen from her bed, and was donning a white robe. Before it closed he got a glimpse of... Oh god... her chest was huge. Not grotesquely huge, but... wow. His groin tightened a bit uncomfortably, and he kept staring. She came to the window, and when she leaned down to prop her chin on her hands, the moonlight shone full on her face and he got a good look. She was... beautiful. Not in a flashy, "Oh my god, that girl is stunning" 'modely' way, but nevertheless beautiful. Her blue green eyes were framed by long, long black lashes that cast shadows under her eyes like spiderwebs. Her cheeks and her nose were dotted with freckles, and her lips were a thin rosy pink, with a little bit of a red tinge that told you she hadn't taken her makeup off before she went to bed. She had a tiny bit of eyeliner smudged next to her eye, but it just made her cuter. 

She yawned, and blinked, then turned, walking back to the bed. Her back to the window, she undid the cloth tie of the robe and let it fall to the floor. At that point, he almost fell off the roof. Even with the rim. He could see practically all of her firm, round ass cheeks encased within the black underwear, which made her pale skin stand out even more. Her back was smooth, and he bet it was silky to the touch too. His groin tightened even more, and he had to shift position to make sure his pants didn't scrape against the cement of the roof. The girl stretched, almost catlike, then crawled back under the covers and fell asleep.

He watched for awhile, until her rhythmic breathing told him she'd completely fallen asleep again. He watched her for awhile, but he couldn't really see her that well. A daring thought entered his head and he gulped. Did he dare? He just wanted to watch her... she seemed like the kind of girl a man would pledge his life too, and get nothing but love in return... he wished he'd found a girl like that during his life, someone who would have helped him down a different path, instead of the tramps he went out with instead. 

Taking a deep breath, he stood, and flew off the edge of the window, the air whistling softly past his great beating wings. He landed lightly on the windowsill, with his great form came measures of grace and flexibility, so he stood on the thin sill with ease. Luckily, the window was unlocked, and he opened it quietly, keeping an eye on the girl the whole time, making sure she didn't wake up. The window creaked only a little, meaning it had been oiled recently. Stepping inside, he closed the window once more, so a draft wouldn't wake her. Of course, that would make getting out in a hurry a problem, but he was more concerned with the girls wellbeing than his own worries. 

He backed up until he was in the shadow of the wall, the part the moonlight hadn't gotten too, and... watched her. How he longed to run his hands through that soft looking hair, over that silky skin and down those firm legs. He wanted to cup those huge tits in his hands, and grab that round ass. He wanted to make long slow love to her, and make her whisper his name, he wanted to make fast, and furious love to her and make her scream his name, but most of all... he wanted her to be his. If only someone like her could love a monster like him, maybe he'd have more of a chance in this world, more of a chance to be happy... Just maybe. 

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I stirred in my sleep once more. Damnation, what was wrong with me tonight? I couldn't concentrate on sleeping. My tired eyes once again fluttered open, and I swore softly into the pillow, smothering my face in it for a moment in frustration, then flipping over onto my back and pulling myself up. My bottom, clad with my satiny panties, slid easily across the sheets, and I leaned back against my headboard with a sigh. I once again peered out of the window, letting the moonlight play across my face. My bedside clock, a gift from my father, read 2:14 in large letters. I'd only slept two hours. I turned my head back to stare into the depths of my room when I head a small noise. It came from my far wall. I mentally ran through the things I had over there, my dresser, with multiple precarious piles of books, my lamp... before I could finish my thought, I heard another noise, this one definitely like a muffled sneeze. 

My heart rate quickened and I quickly reached over to my nightstand and opened the second drawer, the one where I kept all the odds and ends I determined my "emergency weapons." I pulled out a long metal bar I'd gotten from a bathroom shelf thing my mother had bought, and held it carefully in my hand. 

"Who's there?" I said softly, biting my bottom lip gently. Something stirred in the darkness. A deep, masculine voice sounded softly, though my ears heard perfectly well. 

"Please... don't be alarmed. I'm not going to hurt you... I just wanted to watch you." 

Great, just fucking great, I had a perverted peeping tom psycho in my room, who also gave damn good voice.

"Look, I don't know what you think you're going to accomplish here, but my parents are in the next room, and I'll scream if you try anything." For the first time I was actually glad I hadn't moved out yet. 

"No, please, like I said, I'm not going to hurt you... I saw you from the window, and I thought you were pretty..." The voice trailed off for a moment. "This was a mistake, I'm sorry, I'll go... uhm... would you mind turning your back?" I snorted slightly. 

"Oh sure. Theres a psycho standing about ten feet away from me, and I'm going to turn around. Listen, if you just leave peaceably, I don't care what you look like, I'm not going to tell the cops or anything, just get out of here." 

As I spoke I swung my legs out of the bed and stood next to it defiantly, crossing my arms. At that moment I felt something on my foot and I looked down, only to see quite a large spider crawling up my bare leg. Now, I've always had a huge fear of spiders, deadly almost, and I immediately forgot there was anyone in the room and I screeched and jumped up and down, trying to knock it off my leg. 

I ended up falling onto my butt and backing up against the bed, as the thing, finally detached from my leg, began crawling towards me again. Suddenly a bare foot, not my own I might mention, came crashing down upon the offending creature. I would usually be sighing with relief at this point, except the foot, kind as it was in killing my offender... was blue.

I was almost afraid too, but I continued looking upwards. My eyes traveled over a pair of comfortable looking black pants, then up a chest, a muscled chest that looked like it belonged to one of the gods. My eyes traveled over the also well muscled arms, the wings hanging down, almost touching the floor, and the almost frightened look on his face. My eyes traveled back down once more and stopped on his pants. Oh yea. Definitely male. Apparently my lack of attire was having quite an... ah... effect. 

At that moment we both froze as my father banged on my door. "Aria! Are you alright?" My eyes shot to his and for a moment we just stared, then for some idiotic reason, my mouth opened and I found myself saying "Uh... no dad... it was just a big spider." My father gave an exasperated snort. "I've told you a million times, you're bigger than they are, next time don't yell so loud, you nearly woke the whole neighborhood." I nodded, not remembering he couldn't see me, distracted as he was, and yelled "Yes dad." 

The creatures look of fear had diminished slightly, but not fully, and now just looked frightened of me, as if I'd try to stab him or something. I wasn't quite thrilled at the fact that a winged creature was standing in my room, but I wasn't the sort of girl that would scream, call the cops, and tell my story all over national television. I was the sort to figure out what it wanted, and then if it wanted something ungodly like to rape me or something, THEN I would scream, call the cops, and go on national television. Well. Maybe just a radio talk show or two. 

Slowly, hesitantly, he reached a hand down to me to help me up, and just as slowly, I reached up at took it. Just before my hand met his, I saw a gleam of silver and a small noise told me he'd retracted the claws I'd seen before glittering on the ends of his fingers. This show of thoughtfulness sealed it for me and I slipped my hand in his, allowing him to pull me upwards. Gods but he was strong. I knew if he wanted he could probably have kept lifting and held my entire body dangling off the floor by that one arm. But once I was on my feet, he held my hand for a second longer than necessary, then released it. 

"Thank you..." He said softly. 

"Huh? Thank you for what?" I said stupidly, a look of confusion on my face as I finally extracted myself from the depths of those deep blue eyes. 

"For not telling your father anything." He smiled slightly, revealing a row of nice, white teeth." 

"Oh... uhm... sure. No problem. I mean its the least I can do, considering you killed that spider for me and all." The smile widened. 

"Yes, I did battle for you quite royally against that terrifying creature." I blushed slightly. 

"I've always been afraid of those." I said sheepishly. 

"Its alright, I shouldn't have teased you, everyone has something they fear... with some people.... its me." A note of sadness had crept into his voice and without thinking, I took a step forward and laid a hesitant hand on his arm. 

"Look, people fear what they don't understand. You'd be kind of hard to understand to some people, you've got to admit. Most people would run and scream because you're something different, just the way they'd run and scream if they found out that they were married to a homosexual. Its different. Its change. Its not you." The creatures head raised and its eyes bored into mine. 

"How is it you know so much? We've only met, and yet you speak the words my heart has needed to hear for years after knowing me for mere minutes." I blushed once again. 

"Well..." I mumbled. "I don't technically know you at all yet, I don't even know your name." He smiled again. That smile would be the death of me. 

"Makkail." 

"Makkail? Isn't that a little... ordinary?" I said with a sarcastic grin. He let out a soft laugh and shook his head. 

"And your name, Aria, what does it mean?" 

"How did you... Oh. My dad. Right. Well. I have no idea what it means, you'd have to ask my parents, they're the ones that came up with it." I didn't even realize that my hand was still on his arm or that his hand had come up to rest on top of it, until his thumb started gently stroking the back of my hand, which sent bolts of electricity down my arm to my head. I wondered if he could hear my knees knocking together. 

"Uh... so what exactly are you doing here?" I said slowly, my foggy brain trying to stumble through the sensations his hand was giving me to the part where I could think rationally. 

"I told you already, I was watching you."

"Yes, I got that part, but why?" I asked. A stubborn piece of my hair fell across my eyes and I reached up to brush it away, but his hand was already there doing it for me. Oh Lords. This was not good. He was entirely too close, and entirely too much man for my senses to handle. 

"I saw you from the window, I was on the roof across the street and I saw you... You looked like you were the kind of person that would... understand. Strange as that may sound." I nodded slightly. 

"Not strange at all." He shook his head in wonderment. 

"Yes, it is. Most people, in fact, almost all people would have screamed, and tried to shoot me or something... you just... accepted it." I let a wry grin escape onto my lips. 

"Yea well, I've always been quite a strange teenager." I recalled my frequent trips to the computer to write, my even stranger friends, most of whom were Goth, gay, sluts, or geeks, and my complete scorn of the dating process. Makkail had been watching me the whole time, and also noted my eyelids drooping quite a bit. 

"Little one, I think its time you went to sleep." He said chidingly, like he was scolding a child. I pouted slightly. 


Just Maybe... Ch. 02



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She had seen him. Seen him and accepted him. That in itself was remarkable, amazing, and every other adjective he could think of. He'd stayed until the morning suns began spreading their warm, golden fingers across the city, then he'd flown off, staying to the remaining shadows and the corners, managing to make it back to the small corner under the air-conditioner on the rooftop he called his home during the day. He hadn't been able to sleep for quite a few hours, and had almost contemplated trying to sneak back and watch her more. His good sense had taken over, he knew he'd be spotted during the day. But he still wanted too. His good sense hadn't said a peep about him wanting too so badly. 

When he did finally sleep, he dreamed about her. It wasn't so much as love at first sight, but more the fact that she was the first person in years to actually accept him, and even more unbelievable, she'd wanted to see him again. His dreams were filled with her, her soft looking hair, the faded highlights that he found so adorable, her sea colored eyes, as turbulent as the fore-mentioned ocean. The colors in her eyes were the most remarkable, such different colors, and yet, so similar. And changing... always changing. One moment they were as blue as the sea, and the next... a brilliant green. Almost ethereal. 

His eyes grew dreamy as he thought of her, then widened slightly as a frightening thought occurred to him. What if she just wanted him to come back so she could have the law and god knows what else waiting for him? What if she really didn't want to see him? These thoughts swirled through his head for hours. As he contemplated all the horrible things that could happen, all the worst scenarios, he finally fell into a restless sleep... in which he tossed and turned, scraping his bare shoulders on the hard pavement of the rooftop.

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It had to have been a dream. I'd never had one this vivid, of course, but it had to be one. HAD to be. These things didn't really happen. In story books, yes, and novels and such, but not in real life. Still... it had been one of the best dreams of my life. And I could imagine it hadn't been. I mean, demons visited people every day, right?

I slid the covers down and sat up against the headboard, looking out the window and squinting against the bright sun that filled my room from the blinds I hadn't closed last night. I yawned and swung my legs over the side of the bed. As my feet hit the blissfully soft shag carpet, I was, for the thousandth time, glad I'd forced my father to buy the slightly more expensive shag instead of the regular. It felt so good on my feet every morning. I crossed to the open window, and looked out for a moment before standing on tiptoe and reaching for the blind closer. 

I had forgotten my lack of attire, and as I reached up, I heard a few faint whistles from below me, and I looked down to see my friend Roger standing in the street, grinning like an idiot and giving me a thumbs up. I struck a pose and stuck my tongue out at him, then held my hand up in a 'wait there' gesture. I closed the blinds, ignoring the muted protestations rising to my ears from the street and a disappointed Roger. I threw on a pair of my usual jeans and a black shirt with the words Angel written on it in rhinestones and jumped down the stairs. "I'm going out with Julia mom!" I yelled, then scooted out the door. Roger knew the drill, and had hidden behind the bushes. 

Being newly turned 18, my parents still didn't let me date or go out with boys, even friends or ones they'd met. The plan was, I'd say I was going out with my friend Julia, one of the few friends my parents actually let me go out with, though surprisingly, she was the worst influence possible. I'd meet Roger behind the bushes, and we'd go do all the heinous things we could think of... namely go for coffee and probably hit the mall for a bit. I'd met Roger while at a club with the afore mentioned bad influence, Julia. We had a strategy of saying we'd stay at each others houses so we could stay out the whole night, and our parents never checked with the others. It worked like a charm, and Julia got all the pot, booze and sex she wanted, while I got to dress up in cool clothes and look cute. 

Guys would usually enter, see my chest, head for me, and as soon as I made it utterly clear I wasn't interested, they'd switch to Julia, who welcomed each and every one of them with open arms. Occasionally one of the guys would get just a bit too pushy, and I or the small but terribly fierce Julia would have to take them down a peg or two. Only once did I have to slap a guy, and he got the hint and left. On the particular occasion, though, the guy hadn't wanted to stop. I had been all set to use my martial arts for the first time, and quite excited about it too, when a hand lifted the guy up and to the side quite easily. "I think the lady wants to be left alone."

Standing in the newly vacated space was quite a large man. I'd seen him sitting in the corner earlier and pointed him out to Julia, since we always guy scouted, but she rolled her eyes at his long brown ponytail, moody expression, brown trench coat, and black combat boots, then went back to making out with the complete stranger whose lap she was occupying. Now that I saw him standing, he was even cuter. He was at least 6'4", and the slight stubble on his chin was appealing. I never really thought men were cute as potential boyfriends, but I appreciated men, good looking ones, and I was always interested in making new friends. The offensive guy left, and I smiled at the tall young man. He smiled back, and a few moments later he was sitting next to me and we were arguing over whether Taoism or Buddhism was more influential on the perception of religion. 

Halfway through the night, a very drunk Julia with her pretty brown eyes and long, sleek brown hair turned to talk to me and saw the hulk sitting next to me. She immediately began the usual routine that had any man melting in her hands, the cute little giggles and the little ditsy head tips. I was all fired up to be furious, but Roger ignored every bit of it. When her small hand crept into his lap and started heading for something, without even looking at her, he calmly picked it up and placed it back on hers. I'd made a fast friend that night, and since then Roger and I had been hanging out at least once a week. We'd have coffee and talk for hours about nothing in particular, and I considered him my best friend. I never liked roger as anything more than a friend, though I suspected once in awhile that he did. 

As I ran down the stairs and out to the bushes, I made a quick decision not to tell him about Makkail. Though I usually told my dear friend about my dreams, much to his amusement, this just didn't seem right somehow. As we walked to the mall, he noticed my conspicuous lack of prattle, and reached over, lifting my chin.

"Whats bothering you Angel?" He said, referring to my shirt. I smiled and shrugged. 

"I'm alright, just didn't get much sleep last night. The coffee'll wake me up." He gave me a raised eyebrow for a moment, but nodded and kept walking. We were both silent on the way over to the coffee shop. Once we sat, as I'd predicted, the coffee and the familiar surroundings both woke me up and loosened my tongue, and Roger and I began one of our usual lengthy discussions. 

He walked me home afterwards, and left me at the front door with his usual goodbye... a kiss on my hand. He'd done it once as a joke, and I'd complained the next time he didn't do it, so it had become a tradition of sorts. He'd bow, kiss my hand, and say "Goodnight, my lady." I'd always laugh and wave a goodbye as I ran inside. Tonight was no different, and I quickly ran up to my room, letting out my usual yell to let my mother know I was home. My huge dog lifted his head from the sofa, greeting me with a huge yawn, showing his large teeth. I'd picked up the huge wolf hybrid at the pound and never had another dog since. He didn't listen to anyone but me, and that only when he wanted too, but he was fiercely loyal and the most protective dog you'd ever know. 

I ran up to my room and shut the door behind me, and jumped on my bed, grabbing my remote. I turned on the small TV my parents had permitted me for my room, and flipped it to the sci fi channel to watch one of my favorite forensic shows. By the time I finished that and my usual 5 or so chapters in one of my books, it was time for dinner. After that I plopped down in front of my computer and spent the night playing computer games and talking to my on-line friends. Roger instant messaged me at one point. 

TheDarkestKnight: Hey, are you sure you're ok peanut?

DarkBirdofHeaven: Totally. Just tired, like I said. Don't tell me you didn't notice my blabbing mouth at the coffee shop.

TheDarkestKnight: Haha. I did. Guess I'm just paranoid.

DarkBirdofHeaven: Don't be. I'm fine. Listen, I gotta go, I'm about to pass out here.

TheDarkestKnight: Catch ya tomorrow.

With that I signed off, and turned off my computer. Looking at my bedside clock from my computer chair, I realized it was 1:45. I remembered my 'dream'. The encouragement of the night around me and my imagination made me wonder... had it been a dream? I got up and headed over to the window, and stared out for a while, then slowly reached up and undid the latch. I turned my back with a shake of my head at my silliness, and started pulling off my clothes. 

"If I'd known there'd be a show, I would have come sooner." A amused voice sounded from behind me. I squeaked and jumped, pulling my shirt back down and turning. 

"You scared the hell out of me you.... you? You are real." I said wondrously. Makkail was perched on the windowsill, he'd opened the windows so quietly she hadn't even heard him. 

"Of course I'm real." I gave him a faint smile. 

"I thought I might have dreamed you." His smile darkened slightly. 

"Do you wish you had?" He said softly. 

"Heavens no, I silently wished I hadn't all day." I offered him an encouraging smile and sat down on the edge of my bed. I was still slightly shaken about the fact that he wasn't a figment of my imagination, but I knew I couldn't show that, he seemed quite skittish about offending me. He leaped down off the windowsill, landing as gently as a cat. His grace was surprisingly, a turn on, and I blinked slightly to clear the little hearts exploding around my eyes. I patted the bed next to me, and he looked slightly taken aback. He slowly crossed the room, and sat down on the bed as far away from me as he could get. I laughed slightly. 

"I don't bite you know." I said teasingly. He grinned at me, some of the fear disappearing from his eyes. 

"I don't know that." He teased back. I smirked and leaned over, opening my mouth slightly and aiming for his arm. I wasn't actually going to bite him, of course, but I never even got the chance. His arm caught mine and another slipped around my waist and the next thing I knew I was laying on my back across his lap. I blinked several times and then giggled. He had a smug look on his face as he looked down at me. 

"Bite me, will you?" I tilted my head to one side. 

"How did you do that?" I asked. He shrugged. 

"I just flipped you over and onto my lap. Not that hard." 

"Not that hard? Most athletes would give their left leg to have that kind of strength and coordination... well maybe their left leg, then they wouldn't be athletes." I blushed slightly as I realized I'd been babbling again. He just smiled and for a moment looked lost. I wondered what he was thinking about.

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He didn't know where he'd gotten the courage to go back to her house. He wasn't really scared of being caught, he almost welcomed it, maybe they could find a way to kill him. He was afraid of her not wanting to see him again, that it had all been a facade, or she'd been... drunk.. or something. His mind came up with everything. But somehow. Somehow, he got the courage to go back. He'd been flying to her house, sticking to the shadows of the rooftops, thinking about going back... and he'd seen her unlatch the window. That had done it, and he landed on the windowsill and opened the window. 

She'd been in the process of taking her shirt off, and he enjoyed a few moments of staring at her creamy white back, and the beginnings of a black bra strap, then he'd announced his presence with what he thought was a witty comment. She let out an adorable squeak and jumped, then pulled her shirt down, much to his disappointment. She'd gotten a little mad at him, but quickly lost it. When she wanted him to sit next to her his breath stopped in his chest and he couldn't move for a second. When he did, he slowly crossed the room, and sank down on the soft bed. 

All he could think about was her, his senses were consumed by her. Even without his slightly enhanced senses, he could smell the remainder of the perfume she'd applied earlier in the day. It smelled like red... and fruit...and everything good thrown together, with her own scent beneath it. A delightful mix. What was going on? Oh yes, she'd teased him that she didn't bite. He smiled and shot back that how was he supposed to know that? When she leaned over to bite him, or pretend to, he reacted without thinking, his arms shot out and the next thing he knew she was face up on his lap. He was every bit as stunned as her. When she inquired as to where he learned to do that, he'd tried to play cool and pretend it wasn't anything. She seemed to have bought it. He smiled down at her. She babbled about something or other for a few moments, then looked sheepish and blushed. He hadn't heard most of it, he'd been lost in her hair and lips, but the blush caught his attention. The pink spreading across her face didn't exactly mix entirely well with her freckles, but she was still cute. 

A sudden thought occurred to him. 

"Are you ticklish?" He inquired innocently. She nodded. 

"Very, especially around my stomach area, it sucks cause I teach preschool Sunday school and... why did you want to know?" She gave him a suspicious eye. He smirked slightly. 

"No reason." He said mischievously. She gave him a mock scared look. 

"You wouldn't!" 

"Oh wouldn't I?" He reached down and began tickling her gently. She exploded into squeals and convulsions, her hands desperately trying to find his to pull them away from her. He kept one hand tickling, while the other grabbed both of her hands and held them easily. She kept squealing and wriggling, and before he knew it, her fingers were brushing bare skin as her shirt rode up slightly. His eyes widened and his breath caught again. The tickles slowly turned to gentle caresses across her stomach. Her squeals slowly subsided and turned to small contented noises, almost like a cat being petted. He stopped, his large hand resting on her stomach, looking down at her. Her eyes slowly opened to stare up at him, her pupils large. His hand slowly released her arms and lowered to her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lips, his fingers stroking her cheek. Her breath intensified slightly, and her lips parted slightly. He couldn't resist his impulses any longer, and without even thinking about it, he leaned down and kissed her. 

His usual timidness fled with the wind the moment his lips touched hers. Her lips were everything all at once, wet, warm, soft, and sleek. She didn't seem to be upset, in fact her arms reached up and wound around his neck, returning his kiss with the same fervor. He opened his mouth against hers tentatively, seeing how she'd react. Her reaction was not what he expected. 

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I hadn't expect the kiss. Or the tickling. He was usually so shy. But getting back to the kiss. You know, that thing that was making my head spin, my mind run through every song it had stored and throw them all away as unworthy to describe what I was feeling, and my toes curl. It had been so unexpected and random, but yet so perfect. His lips were warm, and although he was gentle, he also was silently demanding enough to make tingles go to places that shouldn't be getting tingles. When his mouth opened slightly against mine, I willingly opened my mouth almost fully, allowing him full access. His tongue shot in quickly, as if he was afraid I'd close my mouth. He began gently exploring every inch of my mouth, meanwhile his hand began slowly doing its own exploration of my stomach. At the same time his hand held my cheek and stroked it. So many sensations all at once. And another was quickly making itself known, something rather large pressing against my back. 

I didn't break away like I thought I would, instead I licked at his own tongue with mine. I was surprised at myself, most guys that kissed me got slapped or kicked, and here I was practically opening my mouth for him... shit, I'd done that. What the hell was wrong with me? Whatever was wrong, more of that and more of the kiss was all I wanted. He complied, as if reading my mind, and his explorations grew bolder. His tongue slid along the roof of my mouth as his hand dipped a bit lower, his fingers trailing along the waistband of my jeans. He never went lower though, which just endeared him to me further, and when we finally broke the kiss several moments later, I covered his mouth with a few light butterfly kisses before blushing and pulling back. His dark eyes were deep pools of dark blue as he looked down at me. 

"Now why didn't we try that sooner?" He wondered out loud, and I laughed softly, and pulled his mouth down against mine again.

 To be Continued... 



Just Maybe... Ch. 03



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The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face the size of the Golden Gate Bridge. Wow. I hadn't felt this happy in months. Just... wow. I got out of bed and stretched, then tumbled back down with a girly little giggle, thinking about what had happened the previous night. After Makkail had kissed me, we'd repeated that delightful process quite a few more times, along with quite a bit of snuggling. He'd left at around sunrise, and I had no more doubts about his existence, as I had the previous morning. It was around 3 now, and I realized with a start that I might have missed Roger. I reached over and grabbed my cellphone, dialing his number. 

"Hello?" 

"Rog? Did you come over today and I missed you?" 

"Yea peanut, what happened?" 

"Totally sorry, was up kinda late last night, and I slept in... you still free?" 

"Always free for you. Wanna meet at the shop or should I come pick you up?" 

"You can come pick me up, I'm still waking up, If I tried to get there on my own steam I might walk into a light pole or something." 

"You'd probably do that anyway." Roger commented dryly. I laughed. 

"Okay smart-mouth, just come pick me up." I hung up after saying goodbye and just lay on my bed for a moment, my thoughts once again wandering to a certain blue skinned main with claws. His kisses had made my head spin, and now even thinking about them gave me goosebumps. After a few more minutes of thought, I got up and slipped on some jeans and a T shirt, then ran downstairs, grabbed a bagel and a coke, told me mom I was going out with Julia, and hid outside in the bushes. Approximately ten minutes later Roger arrived a few houses down in his Jeep. I emerged from the bushes, brushing crumbs and various small insect life off of me and I ran down the sidewalk and jumped in his car, always fearful my mother could be watching from the window. 

"Hey Peanut." Roger said affectionately, reaching over with one hand and ruffling my hair, absently scanning the street as he did so. 

"Rog!" I squealed and fixed my hair back into some semblance of order. "You know I hate it when you do that." 

"Force of habit, sorry." He grinned over at me. I smiled back, I was in too good a mood to be upset. Roger spent most of the drive to the coffee shop listening to my prattle about how my parents wanted me to go away with them to visit my grandparents this summer but I didn't want to and how unfair it was that they wouldn't let me stay and watch the house by myself because they thought I'd have parties. Of course, I would, but thats beside the point. When we got to the coffee shop it was rather crowded, so while Roger went to find a table some where, I went to order our drinks, since it was my turn to buy anyway. I noticed it was a new cashier while I stood in line, and when I got up there I smiled as usual. "Hi, I'd like a..." I trailed off there, my eyes had dropped from the menu to the young man behind the counter. Not really cute, spiky-ish blond hair, blue eyes, a bit of stubble on his chin... what had struck me was not his looks, but the way he was looking at me. Like he'd just seen heaven on earth. I hadn't quite had this effect on someone before and I wasn't quite sure I was having it now, maybe Britney Spears was standing behind me or something... Heaven forbid. I looked behind me. No, she wasn't, and no females were standing behind me in line, so unless my gay-dar was off, he WAS staring at me. I cleared my throat, gave my drink order, to which he nodded dreamily and wrote something on a couple of cups. I paid, then looked around until I found Roger. Pushing my way towards him through the people was a chore, but one I managed. I sat down and grinned.

"They have a new cashier." Roger grinned. 

"Let me guess... he's madly in love with you already." It might sound strange that he'd know that, but Roger was always teasing me about that, random people falling in love with me. I grinned. 

"I think he actually is." Roger laughed. 

"Dream on, peanut." 

A few minutes later the same cashier came to bring us our drinks, and after he'd put them on the table, I noticed he was idling by. Since we'd already tipped him, I couldn't imagine what else he wanted, until Roger cleared his throat softly, and pointed to the side of my cup, a smirk sliding across his face. Written on the cup was 'Would you go out with me please?' I blushed slightly and closed my eyes, blinking. I composed myself and turned around to the eager and expectant young man. 

"I'm sorry, I uhm... I'm not... interested." I stammered. I'd never really had to turn down someone before, not many people asked me out. I was usually with Roger, or my dog, or one of my other friends. The young mans face didn't crumple like I was expecting, instead his eyes narrowed. 

"Not interested? Well you'll regret that." Roger rose, his menacing bulk towering over the smaller man. The smirk was gone from his face and his meaning was clear. Several people had turned to look at this point, and the young blond looked around, glared at me, then headed back to the counter. Roger eased back into his chair slowly, his gaze following the young man until he disappeared in the back room, and the look on his face surprised me, he actually looked mad. 

"Rog? Its Okay." I leaned over and put a hand on his arm, and slowly I felt the iron hard muscles relax beneath my hand. He smiled slightly at me, and went back to drinking his coffee. I did the same, and slipped into thought. I'd enjoy telling Makkail about this little episode, it would make him laugh, or maybe even get him a little jealous. I got a dreamy look on my face thinking about my nighttime visitor, and the happy times we'd shared the previous night. Roger noticed my smile. 

"Something you wanna talk about?" He teased, grinning at me, his old humorous spark back in his eyes. I smiled. 

"Nah, just thinking about stuff. Did you see that new movie?" I deftly changed the subject. I could tell Roger noticed, but he didn't push the matter. A few hours later, around 6ish, just as it was getting dark, he dropped my off a few blocks from my house so I could walk home. I'd asked him to drop me off farther from home than usual, I wanted to walk and breathe in the night air and think. As I walked, I thought I felt someone watching me, but when I turned and looked behind me, there was no one there. My thoughts turned back to Makkail, and how I couldn't wait to see him again. Because of my errant thoughts, I was walking more slowly than usual, and I wasn't even halfway home yet. I passed the bakery on the corner, and once again thought I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, this time in the reflection of the large glass window on the bakery. When I concentrated, nothing was there once more, and I chalked it up to my imagination and my lack of sleep the previous night, which was already beginning to take a small toll on me. Makkail had said he'd come a little early that night and stay a little longer, and I couldn't wait. I had about an hour before he'd said he'd come, so I hurried my steps a little. I thought if I got home quick enough I'd be able to catch an hour of sleep so I'd be more awake when he got there. I couldn't help but get another goofy smile on my face when I thought about Makkail, and for the thousandth time that day I let out a dreamy sigh. In my lovesick state, I wasn't quite expecting the had that curved around my mouth or the arm that wrapped around my waist and yanked me into the shadows of the tiny alley in between the bakery and the coffee shop. I screamed. Although my vocal cords were talented in the art of screaming quite loudly, the hand over my mouth muffled most of the sounds that otherwise would have echoed through the dismally empty street. The condition of the street... empty... was not a calming thought, and I kept screaming, however unproductive it was. A thousand thoughts raced through my head as the unseen figure continued dragging me backwards into the alley while I struggled... Would I make it back in time to see Makkail? How idiotic, I should be concerned with my life at the moment, but all I could think about was that if I wasn't there waiting for him, he might never come back. And I'd never feel those silken lips against mine again... that startling thought gave me a new burst of energy and with a wrench of strength I didn't know I possessed, I tore my mouth free of his hand long enough to scream piercingly loud before the hand clapped over my mouth again with such force I could taste blood flow onto my tongue. The before now silent figure hissed "Quiet!" We were almost all the way back into the alley, and I quickly tried to think of something else to do, all the while kicking and flailing as much as I could. I told myself I needed to calm down and think about the facts. Quickly. Okay, he wasn't much taller than I was, but surprisingly strong. He had a pretty good hold on me, and I didn't' think I could break it. His hand smelled slightly of coffee, and thats when it hit me... the blond from the coffee shop. Shit. Just then, he finished dragging me to what he thought was far enough back into the shadows, and I felt myself flung violently to the ground. My head spun with the impact, and I tried to rise to crawl away, but arms pinned me down and a heavy body landed on top of mine. 

"..Not interested? You fucking BITCH!" The coffee-shop man slapped my face violently, adding to the blood I could already taste in my mouth. I coughed slightly and managed to rasp out 

"...Please... please let me go..." He laughed. 

"I said please too, and you said you 'weren't interested.' Well I'm not interested in letting you go!" His hands began scrabbling at my shirt, trying to pull it up. I had almost given up at this point, my strength was almost out, my head was ringing, and my mouth hurt like hell. Tears began to fall from my eyes as I silently pleaded towards the heavens for someone to save me. His hands had almost managed to get my shirt off at this point, and it was to my surprise that suddenly his weight left me, about the same time I heard an animalistic roar. I struggled with my lids of stone and managed to open my eyes. The blond was dangling in the air at least two feet off the ground, and had a very shocked look on his face. The single blue arm holding him aloft in the air dropped him and he went crashing to the pavement in a heap. Standing above him, not looking very happy, was Makkail. He leaned down and picked up the miscreant blond and slammed him against the brick wall, with enough force to make the entire structure shake slightly. The blond cried out as Makkail dropped him again, then stilled as he passed out, either from fear or pain. I didn't care which. My eyes closed again and tears flowed from them once more, but this time tears of relief. I felt strong arms lift me and crush me against his chest, and his lips descended into my hair, brushing soft kisses across my forehead and murmuring soothing nothings into my ears. After a few moments I managed to tilt my head back and look up at him, and those deep blue eyes of his. He lifted a finger and brushed the tendrils of hair from my face lovingly, his fingertips stroking across my cheek. When he'd cleared the hair from my face, he saw the quickly darkening bruise on my cheek and his eyes narrowed again and the same murderous look appeared again. I shook my head and then burst into tears, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms tightened around me and his muscles tightened. I felt his entire body tense and then we seemed to hurtle upwards at an alarming rate. I opened my eyes again and gasped. We were flying through the air towards my house, skimming along the rooftops. I tightened my arms around his neck, and he looked down and smiled slightly, his first one that night. 

"Its alright little one, I have you." A few moments later, he lighted on my windowsill, as graceful as a cat. 

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He had dreamt about her again, of course. Her hair, her eyes... just her. He doubted he'd dream about anything else but her for the rest of his life. He'd woken about an hour before sunset and just lain there, day-dreaming about her, about somehow finding a way to break this horrible curse and having a life with her. He'd left as soon as it was dark, he couldn't wait to see her. Even his flying was slightly erratic, he'd start daydreaming and forget to find a good air current. As he flew close to her house he tried to imagine what his first witty comment would be. He almost fell out of the sky when a scream ripped through the night nearby. The sound of a very frightened woman. Usually, he would have just kept flying, but something made him turn towards it, however reluctantly... he wanted to see Aria. It was probably her influence that made him check on whatever had uttered the cry. He listened carefully with his enhanced hearing, and honed in on a nearby alley where the sounds of a struggle could faintly be heard. He very faintly heard a female voice asking someone to not do something... the voice sounded familiar, slightly so... a thought occurred to him, but he quickly dismissed it. It couldn't be her, she was home safe... or was she? He quickened his pace, and landed at the entrance to the alley. The sight before him sickened him. Aria lay in the alley, tears streaming down her face, her arms weakly trying to push the man on top of her away. The man on top of her was in the process of trying to remove her shirt. Makkail saw all this in a matter of seconds, and a flood of anger that he'd never known before swept through him. A roar tore from his lungs and he sprang forward, grabbing the boy with one hand and sweeping him up and off of Aria and into the air. His eyes, usually a calm and sad blue, were burning with a red fire, and he bared his teeth at the terrified young man. He wanted to rip his throat open, let free the sheathed claws that trembled and cried out for blood, to tear his heart out and leave it dripping on the sidewalk, but his eyes turned to Aria. Her eyes had just opened, and as his red eyes fixed on her sea colored ones, he couldn't. He growled and slammed the boy into the wall, leaving him a whimpering heap on the ground, then headed for Aria, scooping her off the filthy ground and into his arms. She whimpered slightly as she pressed against him, and he lowered his lips to her hair, closing his eyes and thanking anyone listening for letting her be alright. He whispered sweet things into her ears, and she finally tilted her head back to look at him. He used finger to clear the hair from her face, easily supporting her with one. When her hair was gone from her face, he saw a rather large bruise darkening the otherwise perfect pale skin of her face. The anger began to build in him again, and another roar began to rumble in his depths. He half turned back towards the crumpled figure on the ground, but Aria burst into tears and buried her head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling against him. That settled it, his anger disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and he gathered his muscles and leaped into the air, holding her tightly. She gasped and clung to him and he looked down at her and managed a smile for her benefit. 

"Its alright little one, I have you." Carrying her was hardly a burden at all for him, his powerful wings beat the air steadily, and he soon landed on her windowsill with his usual grace. He opened the latch and stepped inside. He laid her down on the bed gently, making sure her head went down slowly, so as not to jar it, and he turned and closed the window. He crossed the room, locked the door from the inside, then moved back over towards the bed and sat down next to her. She opened her eyes and smiled at him slightly. 

"I'm Okay hon." She said softly, then reached for his hand. "Thank you for saving me." 

"Little one, my only regret is that I wasn't there sooner. When I think of what might have happened if I wasn't..." His breath caught and he leaned down, kissing her forehead. She smiled. 

"But you were, and I'm Okay. I'm going to go clean up, I'll be right back." She rose and left the room. It seemed like hours, but minutes later she came back in, her face clean, her hair brushed, and she'd changed her shirt into a much cuter one, a rather form fitting black tank top. The sight of her made his heart beat faster, and the sight of her chest in the shirt made the blood rush to... certain areas. She smiled and came straight for him, her arms twining around his neck, and she plopped down in his lap. Not the wisest thing to do with the effect the tank top was having on him. She didn't seem to notice though, and she leaned close to him, her breath warm on his face. He eagerly shortened the remaining distance between them and pressed his lips gently against hers, his eyes closing happily. Her lips moved across his teasingly, she kissed the sides of his mouth, his chin, and his nose before he finally took her face between his hands and pressed his lips against hers. She made a small noise and gave in, melting against his chest, her lips parting for his eager tongue. After several moments of gentle kisses and caresses, his problem was not any easier. He shifted slightly, and froze when he realized his hardness was pressing directly against her jean-clad ass. She pulled back slightly, and smiled at him, then kissed him once more gently, running her hand down the side of his face. She then rose, kissing his cheek on the way up, and walked over to her computer. 

"I need to check something, hold on sweetie." He breathed a sigh of relief. She was discreetly giving him a few moments. She leaned over her computer and typed in a password on the first screen, then brought up a web page, and finally clicked the news button. 

"Wow, lotta people dying out there." He rose and came to stand behind her, his hands resting on her hips, his mouth nibbling gently on the side of her neck. She squealed and turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pecking his lips gently. Makkail smiled, but his eye caught something on the computer screen behind Aria, and he let her go and moved around her to look at it more closely. The Headline on the screen read "Head of Golden Gate bank goes missing." Aria turned. 

"Whats wrong Makkail?" She looked at the computer screen and back at Makkail. He was staring at the headline and the picture of the man with a strange look on his face. "Honey?" She said, gently tugging on his arm. His hand came up and rested on top of hers. 

"I know what happened to him." He said quietly. Aria's eyes widened. 

"How?" 

"When I lived here, on earth, as a regular person, he was one of my clients." 

"Clients?" 

"I was a lawyer." 

"Oh." Aria chewed on her bottom lip, something that normally would have made Makkail want to cover her with kisses from head to toe. Now, he just kept looking terribly serious and somewhat reminiscently sad. 

"So... what happened to him?" Aria asked, her hand on his arm gently stroking up and down. 

"When I defended him, it was against the allegations of a rather nasty character named Mike Wallace. This Mike Wallace wasn't very reputable, but he did have large sums of money. Everyone knew he had ties to the mob, but no one could pin a thing on him. My client, Jim Hendrix, is the head of the bank where Wallace stored most of his money in an attempt to look legitimate to the public. Jim decided to help himself to a bit of Wallace's money, thinking he could get away with it because no one would care since Mike was such a low-life. However, Wallace isn't as dumb as Jim thought, and he figured it out, and sued Jim. I defended Jim, and he won. I always won my cases." At this point, Aria looked up at Makkail questioningly, it wasn't like him to be boastful, but there was no pride on his face, just grim acceptance. She suddenly realized it was hard for him to tell her all this, and she said nothing, just continued stroking his arm gently. Makkail took a deep breath, and continued. 




Just Maybe... Ch. 03



"Wallace was not happy with the verdict, he threatened to get even with everyone from me to the judge. I laughed in his face, as did Jim, but 3 weeks later the jury members started dying off. Oh, it was all innocent stuff, heart attacks, accidents, alcohol poisoning on one of them... But we always suspected. Jim hired a bunch of new security, and it seemed like Wallace couldn't get to him. Until now." Makkail's eyes suddenly focused on Aria, and he took her arms gently. 

"You have to do something sweetheart, the police will never put this together themselves, they probably don't even know about the trial, it was a large scandal and Jim covered it up." Aria's eyes widened and she squeaked slightly. 

"Me? Why me?" Makkail gestured to himself, his wings, his claws, his skin color. 

"Look at me little one, I certainly cannot tell them what I know. You must tell them yourself." 

Aria started to protest, then sighed. 

"Okay, Okay, I'll go down to the station tomorrow. One of the cops is a friend of mine, hopefully he'll believe me." Makkail smiled. 

"Thank you little one, this will put my mind at rest. Now then, its late, and you need your sleep. You're still not well from that head injury." He touched the goose egg on Aria's noggin and she winced slightly. He scooped Aria up again and carried her to the bed, laying her down and pulling the covers over her. She suddenly seemed very tired, and yawned and snuggled into the covers. Makkail smiled and kissed her forehead as she began to fall asleep. 

"Goodnight... my sweet one."

To be continued... 



Just Maybe... Ch. 04



 God, you've all been great about my long leave of absence from this story. I'm so, so sorry it took me this long to finish, but a lot of changes have been happening, I got married, and finished up my move, and now my husband and I are trying to find a dog to compliment our hectic life. I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations... it sure took a LONG time to finish! Finally, the sex you've all been waiting for, you wonderfully perverted people. 

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The next morning I awoke slowly. I didn't want to wake up. I grumpily turned over, stuffing my face into the pillow and groaning. I shifted my head to one side enough to crack one tired eye open in the general direction of my clock. The large digital screen screamed '12:30 PM' In huge bright letters at me. The clock had been a gift from my father, who, upon hearing my latest excuse of "I didn't get up in time... because I didn't see or hear my clock!" for the millionth time, had gone out and bought me the biggest, loudest clock possible. The next morning, when the screeching alarm had jolted me straight out of bed and practically into the ceiling, my father had been waiting in the doorway with a smirk on his face. Once my consciousness descended back into my body from its terrified state, he grinned and left. I'd never used that excuse again. My sleepy mind managed to recall that memory as I lay in my half sleeping state, and it brought a small smile to my face...until I saw the date on the clock. 

"Its SATURDAY!" I squeaked, bolting out of bed and towards the closet. I threw on some camo pants and a tank top, and grabbed a duffel bag in the back of the closet, then ran over to the window, throwing it out quickly. I then proceeded to race down the stairs at a breakneck speed, inciting a surprised bark from my dog, sitting in his usual position at the foot of the stairs. 

"Going out with Jules mom!" I yelled, then slammed my way out of the house. I grabbed the duffel from the bushes and sprinted off down the street. My parents didn't know it, but I had a job. I couldn't stand just sitting at home all day doing nothing, and since college wasn't starting for another 4 months, I had to do something. I'd finally found a job downtown at... of all places... a small club called the Kittle Kattle corner. What did I do there? I sang. 

I'd loved to sing since I was a little girl. I sang all the time. My ambition my whole life had been to sing professionally... as some sort of pop star. But then again, what girl wouldn't love to do that? Problem was, my voice wasn't phenomenal. It was just good. Not "Oh my god, that girl is amazing sign her up!" Just good. I knew in my heart that if I ever had voice lessons I actually might be something worthwhile, but my parents never let me have them. They knew my secret ambitions and since they considered singing professionally a "unholy" profession, they never allowed me to sing except in church, and never let me take voice. But I'd practiced every chance I could, and finally gotten the job at the club.

The manager knew I wasn't drinking age, and that I shouldn't be in there, but he was so glad to have someone with a decent voice, he didn't care. He even let Roger come in to listen to me sometimes, even though he watched him like a hawk to make sure he didn't get anything alcoholic. It always amused Roger terribly, he'd purposely order some sort of beer or wine, and Mack, the owner, would always bring him Milk or Kool-Aid. I think Mack bought the Kool-Aid just for me and Roger. 

My name at the Club was Ria. Different enough from my real name that no one would figure it out, considering my given name was weird enough already. In the duffel bag was my costume, a long strappy green dress, that flowed around my ankles and had a diamond pin set in the front right above my breasts, and another in the back where the halter connected behind my neck. The dress was long and slinky, everything I usually hated in a dress, but I actually liked it. I sang every Saturday night and I loved it. 

I finally reached the club, after riding two filthy city buses and taking a cab for the last two miles. Once, while I was in the bus, I saw a huge shadow pass along the windows, but when I and several other people craned our necks out the window, we saw nothing. I shrugged it off to a telephone pole we'd passed, and kept reading my romance novel. I found it was hard to read today, however. My mind was focused more-so on a certain blue skinned person than the trashy novel in front of me. A dreamy smile crossed my face as I thought of the previous night. Makkail had said he might not come tonight, since Saturday nights seemed to be more busy than others, and there was more of a chance he'd be seen, so I needed to savor every moment of the time we'd had. 

After paying the cab driver, I raced inside the club. Kerry, the bartender, called a hello to me as I passed by, and I threw one back over my shoulder. I passed Mack on the way into the dressing room, and he gave me a pained look and yelled

"I should fire you for being late!" I grinned, and shot back: 

"Go ahead you old wanker!" 

Mack always said that when I was late, and he never met it. The man considered me like his own daughter, and never treated me badly. 

About 3 hours later, I finally finished my wardrobe. It always took forever to get my makeup, hair, and clothing perfect. About this time, Mack poked his head in. "Hey babe, you look beautiful, alright? Come on, the club's almost full, its time for your first show." I nodded and rose, straightening and brushing the dress off, and walked out with Mack to the stairs leading onto the stage. He gave me a peck on the cheek, like he always did, "for luck". I grinned, patted his shoulder, and holding my dress in my hand so I wouldn't trip, I made my way onto stage. The club hushed as I reached the microphone. I recognized a few of the faces looking up at me, they were regulars that made a point of coming when I was going to sing. I smiled out at the crowd and gestured to the DJ. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and the song rolled forth from my lips. 

As my voice died down from the last note, and the music rolled to a stop, the club was silent for a moment, then applause erupted. One person stood up while he clapped, and with a happy smile, I recognized Roger. I couldn't resist blowing a kiss at him before I left the stage. A few minutes later, as I sat in my dressing room, waiting until I was supposed to go on for my next song, a knock sounded on the door. 

"Come in!" I called. The door opened and Roger's bulk filled the doorway. 

"You were great tonight Peanut." 

"Rog! Thanks for coming!" I stood up and threw my arms around him. He hugged my back awkwardly. 

"Mack wants you back on in five." I nodded. 

"I know. He works me hard but I love it." I grinned, and so did Roger. 

"I came back to say good job, and goodnight. I gotta go home early, got work tomorrow." I nodded. 

"Thanks roger. See you tomorrow sometime?" 

"Hopefully. Break a leg peanut." 

After Roger left, I went back on stage and finished my act, which consisted of about 4 other songs, and then it was time for me to head home. I wearily trudged out of the bar, after saying good night to Mack, and stood outside, raising my hand to hail a cab. After a few minutes, I decided to walk down to the corner, and hail one from there, so I started walking. As I passed an alley, an arm shot out and circled my waist, pulling me into the alley. I was about to scream, my mind running over the previous days terrifying events, before I realized the arm around my waist was blue. I whirled, and Makkail grinned down at me. 

"Makkail!" I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He'd stooped down to hug my waist, and when he stood upright, I was dangling about a foot off the ground. I squealed and tightened my grip on him. He smiled. 

"Your singing is lovely little one." My eyes grew wide. 

"You heard me?" I squeaked. He nodded. 

"I listened in the alley, your voice drifted back through the window. I enjoyed every moment." I looked puzzled. 

"How did you know I was here?" 

"I followed you this morning." My eyes got even wider. 

"Makkail! You can't be out during the day, you know that!" I smacked his shoulder lightly, then remembered my feet were not solidly planted on the ground, and grabbed his neck again. He smiled. 

"I kept to the alleys. No one saw me. I had to make sure you'd be safe." I glared, smiled up at him. 

"Well... it was terribly sweet of you." He nuzzled my hair. 

"Are you going to go to the station now?" He asked, those deep blue eyes staring into mine. 

"Station?" I said dreamily, my attention and most of my brain focused on him. 

"Yes, the police station, about the owner of the Golden Gate bank, the one thats gone missing." My head cleared suddenly. 

"Oh, right. Yes, I'll go now. Marcus should still be there. Well, he will be if I can find a damn cab." I grumbled. Makkail smiled. 

"Hang on sweetheart." 

"Why?" I said, then squealed as he took a leap into the air, and flew upwards and out of the alley. I tightened my arms around his neck into a death grip,and shut my eyes. After a few moments of terror, I cracked open one eye, and gasped. Everywhere around me there was just... stars. Stars, stars, and more stars. We'd managed to fly above most of the city's lights and glare, and all the stars had revealed themselves in their glory. Straight ahead of us was the moon. Its brightness was amazing. I slowly disconnected one of my arms from Makkail's neck, and reached out, as if to touch the moon... it seemed so close. "Makkail... its so beautiful up here." "Yes, it is." He said quietly, but he wasn't looking at the moon.

******

He had tried to sleep, really he had. But her face just kept coming back to him... haunting his dreams. Her lips, the way her hair was adorable in that sleepy, mussy way. He'd risked going back, even as dawn spread its fingers across the city, turning everything to gold. He'd managed to keep himself under the air conditioner... but the moment it was dark, he'd shot off to her house, ignoring the alarmingly large numbers of people out on the streets still. He stuck to the shadows, and soon had landed on her windowsill, unlatching the windows and heading inside. It only took him a few seconds, of course, to figure out that she wasn't there, but her scent remained... that wonderful smell of fruit and red flowers, and passion. 

He took a few moments to look around her room, something he usually didn't. Simple enough. Four poster wooden bed, a matching nightstand and dresser. Exceedingly fluffy shag carpet, about the only really, really nice thing about the room. Everything was clean and nice, not expensive, but still nice. He liked it. Too many times in his previous life he had secretly wished he could have furniture like this. A strange thought, granted, but when one lives the life of the rich and famous... one becomes accustomed to a certain quality of living. 

The high priced furniture was usually uncomfortable, and ugly, but cost thousands upon tens of thousands of dollars simply because some idiotic looking designer had slapped it together and pronounced it "chic." He'd come to realize that most of the designer clothes, furniture, and jewelry out there was just a big sham. You could buy something that was just as good, and would function just as well, for so much less at a department store. Why bother? Just for some flamboyant designers name on it? 

Makkail sighed, and continued his contemplation of Aria's living space. He moved to her dresser, and picked up the photos on the top. Here was one in a silver frame, of her surrounded by a group of smiling men and women her own age... must be her friends. And another, this one of a serious looking red haired man... must be her father. Makkail smiled. He got the feeling that he'd like Aria's father. He looked like the kind that would question him and be suspicious for a very, very long time, but not because he was mean, or overprotective... but because he genuinely cared for his daughter. Ah. Here was a picture of her mother. Her, Makkail just knew he wouldn't like. Her mouth pinched together in a horrible frown that tried to pass as a smile, and her eyes held nothing but contempt. What she hated so much, Makkail didn't know. 

With a sigh, he put the pictures down and reached for the next thing on her dresser... a bottle of perfume. Ah. Here was the source of that lovely smell that always lingered on her skin and drove him crazy. Victoria's Secrets Passionate Kisses. Red, of course. And such an apt name. The scent certainly made him think of passionate kisses... it made him think of planting them all over her body, especially... With a soft grunt, Makkail turned his thoughts from there, and put the perfume down. 

Behind him, the door suddenly pushed open, and Makkail turned with lightning speed, ready to make a run for the window... but a long black nose poked around the corner, followed by a pair of blue eyes. The family dog. Makkail grinned, then sat down on the edge of the bed, and patted his knee. The huge animal amiably trotted over, showing no signs of hostility, and even deigned to lay a massive paw on Makkail's blue skinned knee. 

"Hey there buddy." Makkail said softly, running his hands gently over the animals big head. The big Malamute whined softly and rubbed his head against Makkail's hands. 

Makkail had always been puzzled by dog's reactions to him. The wings and skin color didn't seem to bother them a bit, rather they empathized with him, and sometimes he almost felt they could read his mind and vice versa. Makkail grinned down at Aria's big dog. 

"Don't suppose you could tell me where she went, could you?" The dog cocked his head to the side, then whined again, and trotted to Aria's closet. He nosed around for a moment, then emerged triumphantly with a torn up brochure in his hand. Makkail looked at it, reading the clubs name and location.

"Is she here?" The dog barked, and nudged Makkail towards the window. The blue skinned demon grinned at the dog, patted his head, and took off out of the window, heading downtown. When he reached the club, the moment he landed behind it, he coincidentally heard someone faintly announce 

"Miss Aria Moll." A few moments later, a crystal clear voice rang out, drifting out to his ears faintly, the tones gently assaulting his ears with music. He listened to the entire song, once almost getting a tear in his eye, and added his own silent standing ovation at the end of her song. He stayed and listened to every note that spilled from her lips for the rest of the evening, then waited outside for another half hour before she came out. He grabbed her and pulled her into the alley. Her frightened squeak was not what he expected, but before he could console her, he almost burst out laughing at the cutely indignant look on her face. He hugged her, then straightened up, swinging her up into the air in his arms.

She seemed to fit perfectly against his chest. Cliché as it may sound, she did. Her curves molded into his, and for a few seconds, he really felt that they were one person... one soul. He conversed with her absently, his mind only half on the conversation, mostly on idiotic things like how her hair shone in the dim city lights, or how the muted colors on her face made her skin look like porcelain... when he picked her up to fly her to the station, he was once again reminded how light she was in comparison to himself, or anything else he usually had to lift, which wasn't much. Gods above she was beautiful. Her faults, few as they were, were just cute to him. Maybe not to other people, but he simply adored her freckles. He scooped her up, and flew her to the station, thanking anyone above listening for her welcome addition to his life.

******

A few moments later we landed behind a building about a block from the station. 

"Alright, I'll go talk to Marcus, you stay here." Makkail nodded and kissed my forehead before letting me go. I smiled at him and headed out onto the street and from there to the station. I walked up to the desk and leaned on it. 

"I need to see Marcus, he's in the detective division." The lady behind the desk nodded and picked up the phone. 

"And your name is?" She asked me, while dialing numbers on the phone. 

"Aria." I said, leaning over the counter. "I'm a friend of his." The woman nodded and waited for a few moments, then spoke into the phone. 

"Detective? A young woman by the name of Aria is here too....Yes I'll ask." The woman had a puzzled look on her face when she turned back to me.. 

"He said to tell you if you're still crazy and if you're wearing camo pants, to go right back." I grinned and nodded, slapping my hand lightly on the counter and walking back towards Marcus's office. I opened the door and grinned. 

"Still doing everything BUT working, huh Marcus?" The black haired young man behind the desk grinned. 

"Still wearing those idiotic camo's?" I laughed and hugged the detective as he came around the desk to give me a hug back. 

Marcus and I had met, as cliché as this may sound, at a crime scene. I had been at the supermarket, and two men had held it up. I had hit the ground like all the rest of the people. The police had arrived, and immediately gotten one of them to drop their gun. The other had been hiding behind a shelf of goods, and I had turned my head just as he was about to jump out and point a gun at Marcus, one of the detective's on the scene. I was out of the criminals line of vision, so I'd managed to get up and jump the guy before he could shoot Marcus. I'm not a brave person. I just can't stand the loss of life. Marcus had come up to me after the scene had been secured and he'd thanked me. The next night he'd called me to ask me to come give a report, and we'd just clicked. Ever since then, anytime I needed any type of legal advice or help, Marcus had been there to help. Now, I was more glad of him than ever. After hugging me, he pulled back and perched on the edge of the cheap wooden desks the department spat out for their officers. 

"What's up Aria?" 

"Marcus, I have a tip for you. And this is going to sound REALLY weird. But I have information for you from a confidential source. I know who kidnapped the Owner of the Golden Gate Bank." Up until then, Marcus's expression had been one of kind interest, as if he thought I was going to give him a tip on a lost kitten or something. Now his eyes grew wide. 

"Aria... are you sure? Who? What proof do you have?" Marcus shot the questions at me until I held up my hand. 

"Whoa Marcus, one at a time. Yes, I'm sure, Mike Wallace, and I don't have any proof. I just know." Marcus's eyes grew wider. 

"Mike Wallace, the local slum lord and crime boss?" I nodded. 

"That's the one." 

"Aria, how do you know about this?" 

"I told you Marcus, I can't tell you."

"Aria, you've asked me some crazy favors in the last two years, but nothing like this. You do realize it'll be my ass on the line... are you positive about this?" 

"Completely. My knowledge is from an intimate source." 

"And you absolutely CAN'T tell me?" 

"No Marcus. I promised." Marcus sighed at my response.

"Damn you and your silly little honor code." He smiled fondly at me and ruffled my hair, at which I squeaked and started trying to smooth it down. 




Just Maybe... Ch. 04



"Look, I can't promise you anything, but I'll definitely look into it, alright?" I nodded. 

"Agreed. Thanks Marcus." I stood up and hugged him. Marcus grinned once more as he pulled back from the hug.

"I'll stop by the club sometime. I hear you're like a wet dream for Mac, he's got money coming out of his ears." I blushed slightly and socked Marcus on the shoulder. 

"Stop, you'll make my head get bigger than it is already." After saying my goodbye's to Marcus, I headed outside and into the alley. Makkail was waiting for me, leaning against a brick building with his eyes closed, and wings folded behind him. I got what I believed to be a brilliant idea, and snuck up on him, tiptoeing lightly, inwardly complimenting myself on my clever idea, and my silentness. About a foot away from Makkail, I gently reached out my arm towards him, intent upon poking him with one finger, and therefore surprising him. I got my finger within a few inches, then Makkail's said dryly 

"If you poke me, I'm going to poke you." 

"Drat!" I exclaimed, stomping my foot and pouting in a most undignified way. I glared at the large demon, who grinned at me and my childish spectacle, then swept me up and into his arms as we lifted off for my home.

"So how was it?" He asked me. I shrugged. 

"Not bad, Marcus actually listened to me. I mean, I knew he would, but I still wasn't sure how he'd take the whole 'I can't reveal my source' thing. He did pretty well. Only turned slightly purple." I joked, thinking I was funny, and Makkail indulged me with a smile. The trip home seemed to be over all too quickly, I was beginning to develop quite a taste for flying with him. When we reached home, all was quiet. I knew I'd get an earful from my mother the next day for being so late, but oh well. Wolfie was perched on my bed, and he greeted Makkail with a happy tail wag, and a woof of joy. Of course, he ignored me, as he always did whenever someone new was in the room. Makkail kept me in his arms, a detail I certainly noticed, as he walked across the room to my bed and sat down. 

"Are you going to put me down?" I asked cheekily, my arms still around his neck. 

"I'm still thinking about it." He smirked, trying to be fresh. I rolled my eyes. 

"Oh please. You're acting like a lovesick teenager." Makkail's expression dimmed slightly. 

"Maybe I am... at least the lovesick part." He said softly, reaching up and running a finger down my cheek. My own breath suddenly seemed much more shallow, and the room got a whole hell of a lot tinier. 

"Y-you're...I mean... what?" I stammered elegantly. He leaned closer to me, his mouth now inches from mine... not a terribly bad spot, I might add. 

"I said I think I might be falling in love with you, Aria Moll." My small and uncomplicated brain suddenly whirled to a stop. In love with me? Well, he had said think. Think was good. We'd only just met, and I was classifying my own unusually rapidly growing emotions in the "think" category. My brain couldn't handle the alternative at this early a stage in our budding and blossoming romance. 

"I... I think I might be falling in love with you too." I said softly, my hand reaching for his and twining with it. His eyes brightened, whether with happiness, or happy tears, I didn't know, and probably wouldn't, seeing as his mouth descended on mine and captured my full attention. His lips grazed hotly across mine, and his tongue swept through my mouth with a possessiveness I hadn't felt from him before. Our intertwined bodies fell backwards onto my thankfully quite comfy bed, and his hand left mine in order to support himself above me while his other slid up and down my arm, and then my side, raising my shirt a little more every time. I myself, being wholly unexperienced at this, was concentrating on trying to keep up with his damned fast tongue, while still returning the favor with my own. So lost in the heat of passion that our necking had induced, I didn't even notice when my shirt completely left my body, or when his exploring hand began being explorative in my chest region. 

All I was thinking about was the very, very hot blue-skinned man dominating my body, my mind, and my very soul at that moment. I lost track of time, I don't know how long his tongue swept through my mouth and over my neck and shoulders. All I know is, when my consciousness finally descended back to earth, I noticed that my shirt had somehow ended up halfway across the room, and I had a rather large hickey on the top of my left breast. Before I had time to say a word, my mind swirled off again as Makkail's fingers found their way inside my bra. A small gasp left my lips, and my hands flew to his shoulders, but unfortunately, not to push him away. Rather, my willing fingers rubbed and massaged at his shoulders as his hand stroked all across my breast, stopping to tweak my nipple slightly and then to undo the front fastening of my bra, letting my large assets spill out as the bra fell to either side. 

I'd always bought the front fastening bras because I couldn't get the back fastening ones undone easily. I was immensely glad of it as Makkail's mouth captured my nipple and began suckling. New sensations swept through my body and I let out a tiny, soft cry and arched against his ministrations, my eyes closing and my hands clenching at him, at anything I could grasp. The wild feelings sweeping through me were about to be tested to greater limits, as his hand reached down to the waistband of my pants. Even his large hand on my stomach gave me shivers, and when he started to actually undo them, I willingly raised my hips to help him reach, and pull off my jeans, which he promptly did, all the while maintaining a constant suckling and licking at either of my nipples, paying each equal attention. My moans intensified, and clumsily, I reached down for his own pant fastenings. 

My very inexperienced and un-knowledgable brain still knew what was happening, but at this point I'll be honest.. I just didn't care. And even if I had all of my senses and wits about me, I can't lie, I probably wouldn't have cared either. I was beginning to love this man, or demon, or whatever he was, and I had never been so sure of myself before. Once the obstruction that was my pants had been removed, his hand slid over that secret place, and my entire body shivered and convulsed. When he actually shoved my panties to one side and began stroking me with his fingers, I had to bury my head in his shoulder to keep from crying out in pleasure. I hadn't been able to finish taking off his pants before the pleasure had hit me and rendered me useless, so he stopped stroking me for a moment while he removed his hands. Well. Someone obviously went commando. 

As he settled down on top of me, I could feel his heat resting against my thigh. It felt silky. I didn't think it felt that way, when I was giggling with my little friends over what "it" must be like, soft wasn't something that came to mind. Oh dear. His tongue was on my neck again. Time for brain to turn off. His tongue swirled over my neck, as his hand returned to its earlier spot, and resumed its ministrations. I cried out softly and bucked against his hands, and after a few more moments, he withdrew his hands and stopped kissing me, holding himself above me and panting. "A-aria..." He managed to get out between breaths. "If you want too, we should stop now, because otherwise I don't know if I can." Well. Trust Makkail to be a gentleman about it and give my brain a chance to think. Luckily, my brain had one word running in front of it at the moment. Well, two actually, so I said them out loud. Who knew those two little words would have such an effect? I should have told him to fuck me along time ago. 

His reaction had certainly been... wonderful. His eyes had darkened, his mouth had descended on mine, and he'd resumed that wonderful making out with me, while his fingers dipped into my wet heat, probing gently, and getting me ready for the feeling of a foreign object inside of me. I couldn't say I minded it. Minded it? Hell, I loved it. I bucked up against his hand again, and that must have snapped something inside him, either that or my little moans and groans, because a few seconds later, I felt something very hard, and very hot at my entrance. There, he paused, as if giving me a chance to back out, but I whimpered softly and licked the side of his neck. He pushed into me slowly, ever so slowly, even though all I wanted him to do was thrust in and just take me. He slowly pushed inside me until finally he was at my barrier. Here he paused once more, and I, impatient as always, tried and failed to push my hips down onto him, but he got the message. 

In one, powerful thrust, he buried his rather large length inside of me, and I screamed into his shoulder. Luckily, his shoulder was large enough to muffle the scream. I hadn't expected that much pain. He held still inside me, a feat I later realized must have taken a great deal of effort, and murmured soft and soothing things into my ears until finally I stopped trembling and nodded against his chest. Slowly, he pulled back and thrust back in. It still hurt, but now it was more of a dull pain, one I could deal with. He continued slowly pushing in and out of me, and each time it hurt less and less, until finally I leaned my head back and said those magic two words again. 

With a growl, he intensified his pace. His hard cock scraped along my walls, causing ripples of pleasure to sweep upwards through my body to the very top of my head and all the way down to my toes, which curled with pleasure. His entire, huge cock was buried inside my now not innocent body, and I was loving every second of it. He pounded me, took me, fucked me, and possessed me for too long to mention until finally we both cried out at the same time and our souls blended in the most perfect of unions. 

******

Hot. Hot, wet heat. A fire built inside him as he thrust himself inside of the small girl underneath him, who writhed in such sensual ways as he fucked her. He'd wanted to love her for so long, to run his tongue over her, to feel her warmth around him, and now he was. She'd given him such a gift. His own first time in his human form had been anything but special, just a quick fuck behind the bleachers with the cheerleader captain after a game. He'd always made fun of the people who waited, who saved themselves for that special someone but now... He'd fucked virgins before. But not like this. Most sex was just slobbering all over each other, with no atmosphere. With Aria, he could swear he heard angels singing a few times. She was perfect. Her breasts were a perfect size. She fit perfectly around him. Everything... was perfect. Her wet heat clutched and pulled at him delightfully, but he held back until he felt her begin to constrict around him and then... then he allowed himself to crash down, spilling himself inside of her and moaning her name into her neck. As his climax hit, Makkail knew. 

He loved her. 

To be continued...



Just Maybe... Ch. 05



Authors Note: Oh my goodness it's been almost a year since I updated this story! I got so caught up in college that I just forgot. Every time I got an email I went and wrote a little more and tonight I sat myself down and finished this chapter! It's a little slow, but Aria needed to see where Makkail stayed. But there's more sex! I couldn't let you down. Next chapter will deal more with the main plot and Aria will start doing some more detective work. And hopefully, it won't take me a year to update this time! 

For those that don't know, chapter four of this story was ranked #21 in this category for awhile. I cried when I saw that. It means so much to the authors when you actually take the time to vote or send feedback, it's what keeps us going. So remember, if you appreciate the story, vote! And I love feedback too. Thanks for reading! 

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I woke alone the next morning, but then, that was to be expected, right? I didn't have a normal boyfriend that could stay the night, and sneak out in the morning. But that was okay. My handsome, and very unusual man had held me until dawn came, and only then had he left, albeit reluctantly. My mind couldn't help wandering back to the events of the night before, and a foolish smile spread across my face. Adjectives couldn't begin to describe the pleasure that had overtaken my tiny and very unworthy body, and I got a dreamy look on my face as I recalled the look of pure rapture on Makkail's face. I'd always thought I'd regret my first time the next morning, and doubly so considering my first ever sexual partner had been a large blue demon with wings. However, no matter how much I searched my brain for any remorse, there wasn't any. 

I lay in bed quite lazily for awhile, only reaching over to slap aimlessly at the controls of my boombox. After a few tries I managed to turn on the radio. It wasn't the CD function like I'd wanted, but hell, it'd do. Rock music blared out from the speakers and I hummed along, very off key for awhile, before finally rising. I was halfway to the closet, clad in absolutely nothing, when the door opened. I froze like a panicked deer, or more aptly, like a very naked girl in a room that probably reeked of sex. 

"Aria, did you want- OH MY LORD!" My mother shrieked, seeing my state of attire. "WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" She screeched, glaring at me angrily. I panicked, and my brain chose this particular moment to take a desert island vacation, leaving me with absolutely nothing. 

"I... uh... I'm gonna go take a shower." I said desperately. My mother glared. 

"And what's wrong with undressing in the bathroom like you always do? And what's that smell?" 

She sniffed and I was about ready to start having a panic attack when I realized my ice queen of a mother wouldn't know what sex smelled like if a pussy was jammed in her face. She probably didn't even smell it the like, two times my parents had sex a year. Ew. That's not a mental image I want coming back again. Bad brain! 

"You always get mad at me for leaving my clothes on the bathroom floor so I figured I'd undress in here!" I said brightly. Apparently the whole parental sex thing had jolted my brain back from it's Tijuana vacation. My mother's face fell, she'd been oh so happy at the prospect of catching me without a good explanation. 

"Oh. Good idea. Well, there's scrambled eggs downstairs when you want them." She looked me over once more, shook her head, and closed the door, but not before my big mutt pushed his way into the room and jumped up on the bed. 

I sighed a wheeze of relief and looked over at my dog. 

"That was a close one, huh boy?" My dog looked appropriately relieved for me and I picked out some clean underwear and a set of clothes. I then headed downstairs, for yet another confrontation with my mother. 

"I thought you were going to take a shower?" She asked, a stony look on her face. I simply stared at her for a moment. 

"I was, before you freaked the hell out of me." I said cooly, grabbing the milk container from the fridge. I was just pouring it into a bowl of wheaties when my mother turned on the TV in the next room. 

She loved to watch those talk shows. You know, where you change the channel and these two guys are sitting at this cheap brown wooden table and they're arguing about whether or not there's too many chemicals in the water supply or some shit like that. I half listened, busy trying to decide on my milk level and if I wanted soggy cereal or crispy cereal. However, a few moments later my head jerked towards the TV and I forgot all about my breakfast. 

The fat, tubby man on the left shook his head. 

"No, I believe the government is trying to cover up the facts. The people of this city are not crazy. They're not! If a normal, suburban mother of two walks up to me on the street and says 'I just saw a UFO,' do I believe her? Of course! What motive could she have for lying? So when numerous people in this city claim they've seen some kind of giant bird or something flying around, I believe them! There could even be photographs of this bird, or angel, or whatever it is, but the government is too busy repressing all the info to inform the people of any facts! I can guarantee that we'll stop seeing any kind of activity from this phenomenon within the next week, because the politicians will catch whatever it is and lock it up." The skinny, pale man that looked like he was about to asphyxiate, began arguing with the fat one, but I was done listening. 

With a start I realized I'd poured too much milk in, and my Wheaties were trying desperately to stay afloat. Suddenly not hungry, I poured it all out in the sink and headed upstairs. I had to find Makkail. He'd told me the approximate place where he stayed in the city indirectly, he'd talked about the view of the river from his building and how they never turned on the air conditioner during the day. I grabbed my car keys from a rack near the door and headed outside. 

My car had been a gift from my father when I turned 18. Nothing fancy, just a used car from a lot that he'd probably paid no more than three grand for. Still, I loved it. It was an older, 90 something model Mercedes, and it suited me fine. The car was ornery, had a bunch of quirks, and yet managed to be totally suited to what I needed. It had a powerful, albeit old engine, a double exhaust pipe that backfired more than a comedian with bad fart jokes. But I loved it. The car, old as it was, could still hit 0-60 in under 10 seconds, and the sound system absolutely rocked. 

It took me forty five minutes to drive down to the financial district near the waterfront of the small body of water that the city grandly declared a river. I parked my car in front of a dismal little building that looked like it had once been an office building of some kind. Now, the only people that worked there were vagrants and the like, climbing in through the badly broken windows to wrap their drugs or worse. Most of the buildings surrounding it were newer and quite well kept. Their parking lots were all numbered and orderly though, so I figured my best bet was to park in front of the deserted building. I climbed out of the car and shivered, it was a cloudy day and I'd forgotten a jacket. 

I eyed the two nearest buildings, figuring I had to start somewhere. "Gray and Assoc., Kain Industries Inc., GoldenWave Ent...There's more abbreviations here than in the dictionary." I muttered. "Okay, where to start. Well, he said the air conditioner never runs, and who's cheaper than a bunch of lawyers?" I headed towards the office building, then stopped. How the hell was I supposed to get up to the roof? Walk in and say 'Hey, I need to check and see if my blue skinned boyfriend is hiding on your roof under the air conditioner that you're too cheap to use?' I doubted I could pass as a repairman, what with the jeans and the David Bowie T shirt I was wearing, and the total lack of even a screwdriver on my person. 

While I was thinking, I headed to the side of the building. Maybe there would be a ladder leading up to the roof or something. It couldn't be that simple though, could it? Fortunately, it was. I grinned at my luck, and grabbed the nearest rung on the ladder, hoisting myself up. It was quite a climb to the top of the two story building, but I made it. I stopped for breath once I reached the roof, leaning over and balancing my palms on my knees for a few moments as I wheezed. I needed to get in shape. Once I'd regained use of my limbs and my breath, I stood up straight and looked around. The air conditioner was there, but no Makkail in sight. I shrugged and headed down the ladder again, walking over to the next building. 

Kain Industries. There was no lucky ladder on this building, in fact, it seemed impossible to get to the roof except from inside. I was standing outside by the trash area when a young man came out with a bunch of boxes in his arms. He smiled at me curiously. 

"Hi." He said briefly, dumping the boxes into the trash without even flattening them. An idea occurred to me and I grinned suddenly. 

"Hey, can I have those? I'm moving and I need boxes." The young man nodded with a smile. 

"Sure." He looked about ready to give me a fresh line or a pickup or something, so I quickly grabbed one of the boxes and said a hurried thank you, turning. I pretended to go back to my car, but as soon as he went back inside I ran around to the front instead.

I popped a stick of gum in my mouth from my pocket and assumed a lazy demeanor. I pushed the front door open, headed for the front desk, and prayed to God that Mr. Kain wasn't on vacation in Hawaii. 

"Yea hi, I'm from Deliveries R Us, and I've got a package for Mr. Kain." I snapped my gum and leaned against the counter, one hand on the box and a bored look on my face. The receptionist gave me a funny look, but nodded. 

"Alright, leave it here and I'll take it to him later." I shook my head. 

"Sorry sister, I gotta take this up there and get him to sign for it." She sighed. 

"Oh, probably more of those legal documents from that shark of an ex wife. What, she needs a box instead of an envelope now?" I laughed nasally. 

"Hey, that's how lawyers make their money, right?" She nodded. 

"Alright, fourth floor, second door on the left. That's his secretary's office, she'll get him to sign for it." I nodded and gave her a grin before heading for the elevator. 

Fourth floor, that was the top floor. There'd surely be an entrance to the roof there somewhere. Several men and women in suits and skirts respectively entered the elevator with me, and when I exited on the fourth floor they were everywhere. You'd think one of them would have noticed a small young woman in jeans and a t shirt, or hear my heart hammering in my chest like a jackhammer, but it's amazing what one small prop like a box will do. It's mundane, it's everyday, and I wasn't stopped once. I was getting a kick out of the adrenaline rush too. 

I moseyed around, trying to look like I knew where I was going, checking the address on the box every few moments as if I was looking for a specific room number. I saw a door marked Maintenance, and checking to make sure no one was looking, I quickly ducked inside. Sure enough, a ladder leading to a trapdoor sat in the middle of the room and within a few moments I was back out in the sunlight on the roof. The air conditioner wasn't running here either, but there was a small, worn out blanket lying under it. The large footprints in the dust around me from bare feet couldn't be from anyone but Makkail, but... where was he? 

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It had taken a great amount of Aria's gentle persuasion to get him to leave her side, daylight and danger or not. He'd stayed as long as he could, holding her tightly against his chest, marveling at how tiny she felt in his arms. She was so small compared to him, he practically engulfed her. They were both exhausted and they'd slept until the dawn, where she'd sleepily shooed him out of bed and to the window, where they'd shared a last, fervent kiss before he took off for his bed up underneath the air conditioner. He'd fallen asleep there rather quickly, still being tired out, and he didn't wake up until sometime in the afternoon the following day. 

It was still quite light outside and he wondered what had woken him, until his sharp hearing picked up another strangled sob from the next rooftop over. His eyes widened and he peered out from under the pipe. On the roof of the other four story building next to him, a transit company of some sort, a woman was standing on the edge. She looked distraught, and was standing precariously close to the edge. Makkail, an alarmed look on his face, slid out from under the air conditioner as quietly as he could. It was the middle of the day and he couldn't risk being seen, but the woman looked just about ready to jump. He couldn't stand by while a woman killled herself. 

He watched her for a moment, and wondered what had driven her to this. She began to speak softly, and he strained to hear her, her words floating to him on the wind. "I can't take this anymore... I can't take it..." She said softly, taking another step forward. She was right on the edge now and Makkail surged forward, flying the short distance to land on the roof a few feet away from her. She looked up and screamed, trying to back away from him. In doing so, she took that final step off the roof and began to fall. Makkail darted forward and grabbed her hand, pulling her back onto the roof to safety. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you, he said quickly, looking around. "Please don't jump, alright?" He said quickly. Someone would be coming to look for the source of the scream soon, he had to get out of there. 

He took a chance and leaped into the air, flying away from the woman. Once he was out of her sight, he landed in a tree. He waited there for a good long while until he was sure she was gone, then headed back towards his rooftop. Sure enough, she was gone from the neighboring building, but another figure stood on his rooftop. He was about to wheel and turn away when he recognized the small figure. He quickened his pace and within a moment he landed beside Aria, sweeping her into his arms. 

She squeaked in surprise and then hugged him back. "Makkail! You were out during the day!" She sounded upset and he winced slightly. 

"There was a woman in trouble..." He began desperately, but Aria cut him off. 

"I came over here to tell you you need to be more careful, even at night and you were out during the day?" She was obviously worried, and a bit miffed, so he took the opportunity to plant a rather large kiss on her lovely lips. By the time he finished, she was smiling, a dreamy look on her face, and she'd completely forgotten she was even slightly upset with him. He smirked and she sighed. 

"Okay, fine, I'm not mad. Just be careful, okay?" She hugged him tightly again and he inhaled that intoxicating scent of her hair. 

She was pressed into his chest, and he could feel her nipples hardening underneath her shirt as her breasts pressed against his bare chest... obviously she'd forgotten a bra today. He certainly wasn't complaining. After a moment more, she reached up, pulling his lips down to hers for a completely different kiss. Her tongue swept into his mouth, hungrily darting along his teeth and along the roof of his mouth before she let go of him, staring hotly up into his eyes. Her chest was heaving slightly and her lips were swollen and red from the intensity of the kiss. He was already starting to get hard and he groaned slightly, pushing against her. She gasped as she felt his heat press against her leg through both their pants and she reluctantly pulled away. 

"Makkail..." She began, intending to remind him of the fact that it was broad daylight and they were completely exposed on top of the building. Makkail grinned and didn't let her finish, pressing small butterfly kisses along her jawline and her throat. 

"You're not the only one that gets to tease..." He whispered, nipping gently. Aria gasped and her eyelids fluttered. She attempted a weak protest, but her brain had stopped working again, dratted thing. Makkail made his way up to her ear, holding her gently. 

"There's a lip on the roof, and the helicopters never fly over this way." He whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he suckled on her earlobe. 

Finally catching her breath, Aria opened her mouth to protest, then she smirked and leaned down, tracing her tongue along one of his nipples on that glorious bare chest of his. A strangled gasp escaped his lips and he scooped her up instantly, carrying her over to the blanket that made up his bed underneath the air conditioner. He laid her down gently and although the ground beneath the blanket was hard, she made no protest, instead pulled him down to lie on top of her. His delicious body descended over hers, covering her completely. His warm lips hit the side of her neck and she groaned, leaning her head back as her eyes screwed shut. She reached up to run her hands over his chest, but with lightning speed, one of his hands shot up, grabbing both her wrists easily in his hand and planting them firmly above her head. Aria hissed and took in a breath. What was he doing? 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

I placed the box down on the roof beside me and studied the place where Makkail apparently lived with a worried look on my face. It was broad daylight, where was he? A thousand horrible possibilities crossed my mind. He could be hurt, captured, dead or something worse. I was about ready to call Marcus and get him to put out an APB on a large blue skinned man, when a rush of wings sounded. I whirled, in time to smack into a large chest as an equally large pair of arms wrapped around me. I squeaked delicately and then hugged him back. 

"Makkail, what were you doing out during the day?" I attempted to look as fierce as my small size would allow, but it did no good. He simply grinned and gave me a rather large kiss. I melted into his arms. How the hell was I supposed to be mad when those delicious lips were pressed against mine? Drat, I'd been mad about something, what was it again? Oh fuck it. I kissed him back and sighed when he pulled away. I pressed into his chest and closed my eyes. It didn't take me long to realize I'd forgotten a bra and his warm chest was pressing against my breasts, only the thin material of my shirt seperating the two.

My nipples were getting hard, through no fault of my own and I bit my bottom lip for a moment before leaning up to kiss Makkail again. After I pulled away, I felt his hard length pressing against my leg and with a gasp I stepped back. I didn't get more than his name out before he was trailing little kissing along my neck. Oh Lord. There went rational thought again. What was my name? I tried to protest, but I wanted this, so much. I leaned down and flicked out my tongue along his nipple. He tasted wonderful, like... well, like a man. Before I could do anything more, he scooped me up and deposited me on his blanket. The ground was hard against my back and I knew I'd be sore tomorrow but it was worth it. 

I reached up to run my hands along his chest but before my fingers reached him, his hand shot forward, grabbing mine. Holy fuck, he moved fast. I felt like I was lying underneath the Flash or something. He firmly pinned my arms above my head and left his hand there. I blinked, then gently tugged at my arms to test him. He didn't let go. Instead, his other hand reached down, tugging my shirt up and over my chest until it was laying around my neck . My pants quickly slid off my hips and down to puddle on the ground. Oh lookie, I'd forgotten underwear too. Whoops. He certainly didn't seem to mind, and his eyes gleamed. His own pants began to slide off and I grinned. Okay, so nix on the foreplay this time. I wasn't complaining. Within a few moments I could feel his silken heat pressing against my entrance and I moaned loudly, expecting any moment to feel him slamming into me. I didn't. 




Just Maybe... Ch. 05



I opened my lust filled and very confused eyes to look up at him. The look on his face made me shiver. He had a grin on there that could melt the entire arctic region, and there was a gleam in his eyes that I did not like in the least... I had a sneaky feeling I was in for a tease session. I whimpered and rocked my hips against his, but it was no use. He gently slid up and down along my extremely wet slit, but never pushed inside me. I rocked my hips against his, I tugged at my hands, but he was not budging. 

His lips moved down to take one of my nipples into his mouth and he began a round of sucking and nipping that had my entire head spinning so much I thought for sure it was gonna fall off any second. I was doing so much moaning I also thought the entire staff of the building could hear me. It felt like hours, but was only minutes until finally I could take no more. "Makkail, please..." I begged softly, looking up at him with the most pitiful look I could muster. He grinned again and slowly eased just the tip of his thick cock into my tight cunt. He had stretched me out the night before but I'd tightened up at least a little bit, and it felt delicious to be stretched again.

He moaned, obviously on the edge of his control, but determined to tease me at least a little bit more. I wasn't about to have any more of that, and I managed to lean up enough, even with my hands held down, to get a good, solid lick in at the side of his neck, running my tongue almost all the way up to his ear. He let out a strangled growl and that was that. He pumped his hips and I felt him slam into me to the hilt, burying his entire cock inside me in mere seconds. I bit back a scream, toning it down to a muffled whimper as my eyes rolled back into my head. 

Where we had definitely made love the previous night, today he fucked me, pure and simple. He pulled out and sunk into me to the hilt over and over again at a steady, but hard pace. He held my hands above my head the entire time, and the feeling of being pinned just made it all better. My slick walls hugged him as he fucked me and it didn't take long before I was softly crying out my wild orgasm. He came a few moments later, his hot cum splashing inside me as he cut back a roar and moaned softly into my shoulder, where his head had sunk. We lay there, panting wildly for a few moments. 

He was still inside me, his cock softening slowly, my pussy still occasionally spasming around him. I let out a breath. 

"Well." I said softly. "I'm definitely glad I came to see you." I said softly, smiling up at him. He grinned tiredly down at me and nuzzled me gently. My cellphone chose that moment to ring and I was suddenly glad it hadn't rung at any other...awkward... moment.

I reached down to grab my jeans and pulled it out of my pocket. 

"It's Marcus, I gotta answer it." I said softly. Makkail nodded, and I flipped the small silver cellphone open, holding it to my ear. 

"Hey, Marcus." Marcus's rather worried voice carried over the phone. 

"Aria, I need you to come see me, alright?" 

"What, like right now?" I said in dismay. 

"Yes, like right now, it's important. You don't sing at Mac's tonight, you have plenty of time." I sighed, putting one hand to my forehead. Suddenly I was Grand Central Station. 

"Alright." I hung up and looked down at Makkail with a small smile. 

"I gotta go, sweetie. I'm gonna go see Marcus and then I'll head home and wait for you to come. If I can walk, that is." I grinned and he smiled, kissing me gently. 

"Be careful, sweetheart." He said seriously and I nodded. 

"I will be. You need to be careful coming to see me tonight too. Now help me find my clothes." 

We found my clothes and his pants and I was dressed in a few moments. I kissed Makkail goodbye and headed back down through the trapdoor. In a few moments I was back in the elevator on the way back down. This time, I got a few looks, not only because I didn't have my box with me, but because I probably smelled quite a bit of sex. I blushed but ignored the looks and stepped out into the main hall, heading for the front door. The receptionist looked up from her computer. "You took awhile, did you get lost?" I shook my head. "Nope, just got caught up in something." I said with a grin. I stepped outside and realized something. I'd swallowed my gum. 

Marcus was waiting outside the station when I finally pulled up and parked. I'd had the windows open the entire way and I'd used a little bit of the emergency perfume I kept in the car, so I knew I didn't smell of sex anymore. I gave him a hug and then pulled back, looking up at him. 

"Okay, what's so important you had to drag me down here?" He gave me a curious look. 

"You live uptown, but you came from downtown, what were you doing?" I shrugged. 

"I was at the mall." He nodded slowly and then sighed. 

"Listen Aria. I did some checking. Mike Wallace has an airtight alibi for the night Jim Hendrix dissapeared. That doesn't mean some of his low-life thugs didn't do it but I can't proceed any further without any solid proof." 

I glared at him. 

"Marcus, I KNOW he did it. You're just gonna have to trust me." Marcus groaned. 

"I do trust you, Aria, but I just can't accuse someone without proof, and I can't investigate without reasonable suspicion either. I'm sorry, but I can't proceed any further with this." I sighed. 

"Okay Marcus. I understand." I gave him a half hearted grin and turned to go. 

"Wait, Aria. Do NOT try to take this on yourself." I turned and gave him the best innocent look I could muster. 

"Me?" He glared. 

"Yes you. I know you." 

"Okay, Marcus. Have a good night, okay?" I turned to go again, but Marcus spoke up behind me. 

"Promise me, Aria." 

"Promise you what?" I said, irritably, turning for the second time. 

"Promise me you're not going to try to solve this thing on your own." I hesitated, then sighed, clasping my hands behind my back. 

"I promise." Marcus studied me for a moment, then nodded. 

"Alright. Drive safely Ari." I nodded and turned to go, bringing my hands around to the front and looking down. My fingers were crossed.



Just Maybe...



"But I don't want too...I'm not at all sl-" I started, but was cut off by a massive yawn. His rumbling, chesty laugh sounded again and a blue finger rose to tap my nose. 

"I rest my case." That phrase made his eyes cloud over for a few moments before clearing again. I noted, and filed that away in my mind. 

"Look... uh... this will sound strange but... will I see you again?" My head tilted slightly to the side. I couldn't believe I was asking this, this guy was blue for crying out loud! He was some kind of creature! But I couldn't get over the way his eyes seemed to look right past my own eyes and into my very soul, or the way his fingers stroked my skin, or the way he was so attentive to my needs, like with my hair. He smiled slightly. 

"Do you wish too?" He inquired, those eyes doing their soul searching thing again. 

"Yes..." I said softly, with some kind of idiotic dreamy look on my face. Makkail smiled. 

"Alright. I'll be here tomorrow night, around 2 AM again. I'll come in through your window again, so leave it unlocked for me." I nodded. 

"Deal." He released my hand and turned to walk towards the window. I followed him like a lovesick puppy, and as he opened the window and sprang up onto the sill, I found myself admiring his firmly chiseled muscles and that fine ass of his. He turned, perched on the windowsill like some great bird, and flashed that spectacular smile at me once more. 

"Goodnight little one." 

"'Night..." I whispered softly. With one great flap of his wings, he was gone, vanishing into the dark night he'd come from. Slowly, as if in a stupor, I pulled the window closed and locked it. Still in the same dream world, I headed back to bed, slipping under the covers and laying my head down on the pillow. With all I had to think about, I thought it'd take me along time to fall asleep, but almost as soon as my head hit the proverbial pillow, I was asleep. I never saw the winged figure settle on the roof across the street, or saw the moonlight glance across the deep blue eyes that watched over me until the morning sun.

 To be Continued...