Darling
By animus

The following - including the introduction - were written back in 2000. Try to ignore the stumblings of a budding writer, and enjoy.
-animus
25th April 2003

I actually wrote this right after watching an episode of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. It was the episode in which an invisible girl was running around, doing all sorts of nasty things, and I thought to myself, "that chick has a really sexy voice". Weird inspiration for a story, eh?

I lay awake in my room.

Having given up on sleep hours ago, I contented myself with a book. The Unrelenting Head, by Robin Devski. Although it was set as an assignment for school, I found myself enraptured by the simple writing style and uncomplicated storyline, and was pleasantly surprised that the teachers were able to choose a book which actually suited my tastes for once. I made a mental note to see whether the author had written anything else.

I still felt it was just a little odd to set a book report for a senior class, but I was enjoying the present literature too much to care. I'd easily finish it by dawn at the rate I was consuming it.

Lost within the pages of the novel, my attention was fixed solely upon the story, and I was completely unaware of my window slowly sliding open. The latch opened, seemingly of its own accord, and the pane slid silently up.

The breeze blew some papers from my over-cluttered desk, and, so doing, pushed my clock from its place near the edge. It hit the floor with a clatter.

I jumped, startled. My stomach constricted. Surprised (and a little frightened) by the sudden noise, I dropped the book and looked up. Seeing the source of my fright, I calmed myself down and got out of bed to pick it up from the floor. It still seemed to work, and didn't rattle when I shook it, so I replaced it in its spot and moved to close the window.

"Hello, Harry."

I spun around in an instant. This time I was more than startled, I was scared shitless. Looking about my room, I saw nothing. Standing, I moved quickly away from the window. "Where the hell are you?" My eyes searched the room, frantically looking for something to use as a weapon.

"Don't be scared so." The voice was obviously that of a girl. Not a child, but young nonetheless. "I promise I won't harm you, okay?"

"Where are you?" My voice was somehow steady, but I was shaken. How did my window get open like that, anyway? I'd made a point of keeping it closed to keep the wind out.

"I'm right here, silly," she answered playfully. The window slid down, again, seemingly of its own accord, and the latch snapped shut. I stepped back further. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a girl?" She seemed amused by the idea.

"When they sneak into my room and I can't see them, yes." The sound of bare feet upon my polished wood floor gave her away as she padded towards me. Forcing myself to stand my ground, I stood, rooted to the spot with fear. Girl or not, she was invisible. By and large, people are visible. I didn't believe in ghosts... until now. That must be it.

"Are you... a ghost?"

This time the girl laughed outright. It was a musical sound, high and sweet. "No," she giggled, "I'm as real as you are, see?" She placed a hand upon my shoulder.

I exclaimed in fright and pulled away. Jumped, really. The voice giggled some more.

"C'mon, why are you so scared?" She seemed genuinely surprised by the fact of my obvious fear. "I'm gonna' touch you again. Try not to hit the roof this time." I felt her hand close over mine, and clasp her fingers through my own. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Harry. I'm here for you. Now come'n sit down." So saying, she pulled me toward the bed, and I complied. The bed sheets creased as she sat down beside me, still holding my hand.

I was less afraid by now, a little apprehensive if anything. She sighed. "What can I do to set your mind at ease?" There was concern in her voice.

"How do you know my name?" It was the obvious question. One of them, anyway.

"Because you're mine," she said simply.

"What?" The fear rose again. "Yours? What do you mean, 'yours'?" I didn't like the idea of an invisible person laying claim to me.

She put a finger to my lips. "Shhhhhhhh," she whispered into my ear, "it's okay." She paused, but I could still feel her hot breath on my neck. "I'm not gonna' hurt you. I'm just gonna' kiss you!" So saying, I felt a pair of lips press quickly against my own.

I was startled, but somehow managed to stand firm and not pull back. I was glad that I did. Closing my eyes, I kissed her back, drawing a satisfied hum from her. She pulled back, but stayed close. I could still feel the warmth of her face close to my own.

"That was nice. Could use a little work, though." She giggled lightly, and without malice.

As I drew breath to reply, she quickly put both hands on either side of my face and pulled me close, kissing me again. This time it was longer, slower, and she opened her mouth a little more, allowing her tongue to pass through to run sensuously against mine. Her fingers rose from my cheeks and ran through my hair, she curled her fingers through the locks, then brought them back down, to clasp loosely around my neck. The kiss broke.

"Who are you? What's your name, at least?"

"What's in a name?" She was smiling, I could tell from her voice.

"Then what do I call you?" I was through being scared, far from it, but I was still curious. I wanted to know.

"Mmmmm." She thought about it for a while. "Call me Darling." Giggling again, she moved from her position beside me, and draped herself onto my lap, her hands still around my neck.

"Darling..." I repeated, weighing the word and testing its sound. I decided that I liked it. "Darling, huh?" She nodded, or I thought she did. It seemed like she nodded, anyway.

"Yes."

"Why are you here, Darling?" I asked. "Why are you here?"

Darling shifted her position in my lap, moving a leg so she straddled my waist, pressing our bodies together. "Do you really need to ask?"

"No." Leaning forward until I felt her lips, I kissed her for the first time, rather than letting her kiss me. My hands ran down her warm, yielding form, along her shoulders, down to her naked arms to her waist and along her back. Darling seemed to be wearing a dressing gown of some sort, of a silken or satiny fabric.

Her hair hung long and loose down her back. Feeling around, I found an equally silken belt cinched around her waist. Going by touch, I managed to pull the knot undone as she slid her hands up under my T-shirt. I lifted my arms over my head to allow her to pull it over my head and off. My fingers slipped within the robe and felt naked flesh. With a gentle touch, I let my hands explore her naked chest.

Darling's breasts were supple and soft. Her breath caught as I brushed a hand over her nipple. Nuzzling her neck, and gently fondling and caressing a breast with one hand, I pushed the gown back over her shoulders with the other. She stood, and pulled me up to join her. The gown tumbled noiselessly to the floor.

Both of us attacked my flannel pyjama pants. We both laughed, and I moved my hands out of Darling's way to let her do it. At least she could SEE my hands! With a single motion she had both my pants and boxers down past my knees. I stepped out of them, and stood, naked as she, my cock standing proudly erect between us.

I reached out and felt her warm flesh beneath my fingers as we kissed and felt one another in earnest. My eager member rubbed against the soft skin of her belly as my hands roamed the rest of her.

"Come on," Darling whispered into my ear. "Lie on the bed, it'll be easiest that way." I rushed to comply.

Laying sprawled on my back, I immediately felt her crawl up between my legs. I gasped when she grasped my dick by the base, gently squeezing and making the veins stand out all the more. Her tongue suddenly ran in one tantalizing stroke from base to tip, and sent a wave of pure pleasure running up my spine. I shivered.

"Don't tease." My voice was husky, and my throat felt tight.

I heard her giggle. Without releasing my penis, she straddled my waist and placed it at her opening. For a split second I could feel the promise of the soft warmth between her thighs, then she began to lower herself.

"Oh... ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." With near agonizing slowness, she let herself slip down, engulfing every inch presented to her. I could hear her gasps of delight as she trembled with pleasure. It was an effort not to simply grab her and plunge myself into the hot, sucking source of pleasure that was teasing me so, but one well worth it. A smile of beatific joy lit my face while my fingers grasped at the sheets in an endeavour to restrain myself.

Slowly, so slowly, but all too quickly, Darling reached the end, and put her hands on my chest, leaning on me, then she pulled herself back up. The sense of vacuum increased with her ascent, then she came back down again. Unable to hold back, I grabbed her by the waist and rolled over on top of her, plunging the full length back in with gusto.

Gasping in unison, we lost ourselves in the pure carnal pleasure of one another's closeness, the sensation of warm skin against our own, our hearts beating in unison, my cock throbbing, feeling bigger and harder than ever before, aching exquisitely within her.

I'd long before closed my eyes. There was no way that I could keep this up whilst looking downward onto my bed. She was there. I could hear her quick breaths and gasping moans, every once and a while an errant lock of hair would come between us. Between kissing and caressing, my lips ranged over her naked neck and shoulders, sporadically twisting myself down to gain access to her breasts.

I felt her legs wrapping around my back, locking at the heels at the small of my back, and convulsively trying to pull me in deeper, deeper. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssss." Her cries were becoming more and more insistent, and her hands and lips seemed to be everywhere.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmmm Ahhhh Unnnnnngggggh!"

Darling was cooing and humming in my ear. It seemed like her pussy was getting tighter with every moment that I was within her. Like being caught in a grasp that could never slacken or let go. I was in pure heaven.

Suddenly, and without warning, her legs gripped me in a vice-like grip, squeezing the air out of me, before relaxing, her lush channel going through the same motions of squeezing and clenching. I couldn't hold back. With a hoarse cry, I felt her ripple and clench around me. She let out a near sob of orgiastic joy.

My cock started a wonderful dance of throbbing pleasure. I failed to realize that she'd gone limp, her legs had released me from their death-grip on my sides. It felt like the spinal fluid was being sucked from me through my penis. A shock of pure pleasure washed through me, throbbing with each thundering beat of my heart. The pleasure lingered, almost unbearably wonderful, and I collapsed, exhausted.

Funnily enough, it seemed that she was not quite so exhausted. Darling grabbed me with her arms around my shoulders and rolled me onto my back, returning her to her original place atop me.

Again she began raining kisses all over me. My lips, my face, my neck. It didn't seem to matter to her that I wasn't responding... for a while, anyway. My lips met hers once more, and the suction almost took my breath away in her eagerness.

"Woah, honey. Slow down!" I laughed. She giggled.

"Sorry." I could tell she was smiling.

I grinned up in return, "S'okay."

Then something amazing happened.

It started with a shimmer. A warm golden glow, starting with a nimbus of beautiful, but faint light outlining her hair. Then her face, and the rest of her features. I stared upwards into eyes an indescribably beautiful shade of violet, which stared back lovingly into my own. Fully formed and completely visible, perfection and beauty itself lay atop me smiling like an angel.

"It's happened, hasn't it?" It wasn't a question, but rather a statement of fact.

"Yes. I can see you," I said, wonderingly. "You're... beautiful." I was now beyond words, and in awe.

"And now you're truly mine," she said. "Always." She simply smiled, and dipped her head again to kiss me.

-End