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Verse: FailDemons
Who: Amelia (the angel of sex and bodily pleasures)/Belle (the angel of insecurity)
Prompt: Sex God/dess
Rating: PG13 (sexual themes but nothing explicit)
Word Count: 362
Notes: Second-person point of view; I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, so there's your fair warning. Written for NaNoWriMo. I make no claims anything written for NaNo is decent, coherent or edited.
She is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, and you’ve seen so many beautiful things.
You reach out to touch her wings; she shies away, and you wonder why. Your hands itch, you move your body restlessly, wanting to go closer but unwilling to scare her away because of your desires. If you have to watch her and want her from a distance, you will, as long as she stays.
“Can I touch you?” you ask, and you hadn’t thought it would sound so breathless, but that’s what beauty does: it takes your breath away.
“Why would you want to do that?” she asks, and you can’t believe your ears.
“Because you’re so lovely.”
“I’m not.” She pulls her collar up, tries to hide her face, turning away from you, and your heart falls, because you understand, suddenly — you know who she is, what she is, and why she truly believes that.
“Please?” you ask, instead of trying to convince her of what you know, because you know better than anyone what insecurities do to people’s minds, the way they twist them, and this beautiful thing is all of that concentrated and it hurts to know it, the way it hurts to see a body broken and hurting.
“I — I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she says, but you’ll take that hesitation as the first step towards a yes.
—
You think you will never see anything more beautiful than the way she looks after sex. Now that she will let you look at her, see the whole of her body, even touch it and kiss it and it is yours — she is more gorgeous in those moments than any other.
Sometimes you tell her she is beautiful, and you think she might be beginning to believe you, in those moments when she is truly yours.
You never tell her how much; never tell her that you’ve never seen anything more beautiful, never tell her that you will be surprised if God is more beautiful than her. But sometimes you think that one day, you can tell her that, and she will accept it.
She’ll never believe it, but you can do that for the both of you.
Who: Amelia (the angel of sex and bodily pleasures)/Belle (the angel of insecurity)
Prompt: Sex God/dess
Rating: PG13 (sexual themes but nothing explicit)
Word Count: 362
Notes: Second-person point of view; I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, so there's your fair warning. Written for NaNoWriMo. I make no claims anything written for NaNo is decent, coherent or edited.
She is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, and you’ve seen so many beautiful things.
You reach out to touch her wings; she shies away, and you wonder why. Your hands itch, you move your body restlessly, wanting to go closer but unwilling to scare her away because of your desires. If you have to watch her and want her from a distance, you will, as long as she stays.
“Can I touch you?” you ask, and you hadn’t thought it would sound so breathless, but that’s what beauty does: it takes your breath away.
“Why would you want to do that?” she asks, and you can’t believe your ears.
“Because you’re so lovely.”
“I’m not.” She pulls her collar up, tries to hide her face, turning away from you, and your heart falls, because you understand, suddenly — you know who she is, what she is, and why she truly believes that.
“Please?” you ask, instead of trying to convince her of what you know, because you know better than anyone what insecurities do to people’s minds, the way they twist them, and this beautiful thing is all of that concentrated and it hurts to know it, the way it hurts to see a body broken and hurting.
“I — I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she says, but you’ll take that hesitation as the first step towards a yes.
—
You think you will never see anything more beautiful than the way she looks after sex. Now that she will let you look at her, see the whole of her body, even touch it and kiss it and it is yours — she is more gorgeous in those moments than any other.
Sometimes you tell her she is beautiful, and you think she might be beginning to believe you, in those moments when she is truly yours.
You never tell her how much; never tell her that you’ve never seen anything more beautiful, never tell her that you will be surprised if God is more beautiful than her. But sometimes you think that one day, you can tell her that, and she will accept it.
She’ll never believe it, but you can do that for the both of you.