AU Mini-Meme
I am nothing if not open to peer pressure. At least as long as it's telling me to do something I already wanted to do anyway.
Stealing a mini-meme idea from the lovely suzukiblu: AU mini-meme! Pick a character or characters, an accompanying mood or lyric, and an alternate setting/genre, and I'll scribble you something. Pharoahs, Green Lanterns, high school ( Read more... )
Stealing a mini-meme idea from the lovely suzukiblu: AU mini-meme! Pick a character or characters, an accompanying mood or lyric, and an alternate setting/genre, and I'll scribble you something. Pharoahs, Green Lanterns, high school ( Read more... )
"You don't know what he is," Jet growled, trying to ignore the feelings stirring in him at her touch there.
"I do," she said softly, and Lee's eyes widened in shock.
Lee stared and stared, then his swords fell from his hands and burned to ash before they struck the ground. He turned and ran.
Jet had no idea what to make of it, so he turned to wrap Song in his wings. She shivered and rested her cheek against his chest.
"He came months ago, disguised as a refugee," she said softly, her breath fluttering against his skin. "I thought- I saw the scar and thought he was safe. But he stole my horse when he left, even though he spread his wings under the moonlight."
He nodded and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and hearing her heartbeat.
***
That night, he would not leave her side, not even when she lay down in her cell to sleep. He sat up in the cell and listened to all the little signs of life given to humans. The beat of her heart, the rhythm of her breath, the pulse of her blood.
Sometime in the night, she woke and blinked at him. Sleep had tousled her brown hair, and her lips were slightly parted and inviting.
Jet crept forward and cupped her face in his hands. She smiled at him, eyes brightening, and reached for him. Her hands felt warm against his shoulders, and he let her draw him down beside her.
They lay there, looking at each other, then Jet leaned in and kissed her. It started soft and sweet, but desire flared in him and he intensified it. She hesitated at first, but he was persistent, and soon she responded ardently to him.
His hand ran down her habit, pushing it up so he could caress her skin. Her breath hitched, and she pushed at his shoulders.
"We musn't-"
Jet kissed her softly. "Why not, Song? Doesn't the Lord ask us to love?"
"But Jet... Oh!" She gasped as he stroked her. "Oh, please-!"
"Of course," he murmured as he bent to kiss her again. He would give her whatever she desired.
He didn't notice the slow rain of feathers from his wings.
***
The sunlight found them in the morning, and Jet roused and spread his wings. He blinked to see them a bare brown leather, but then Song stirred, and he turned his attention to her.
Some part of him wailed in horror that he had led a faithful, giving nun to break her vow of chastity.
The greater part of him didn't care.
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