Well, this was a bad start to regularly updating again, I apologize. First week of school is always crazy and then yesterday, when I did get on to post and managed to update another fic, my computer decided to stop working....
It's been one of those weeks. Anyways! As a bribe to forgive us for our shoddy posting, I'm offering two new updates! HypnotiqBlueEyes:
Thank you so much for your feedback! We're so glad you're enjoying Liz's journey through faedom
We'll get some Liz/Michael hints soon, but it'll be a while before they actually see each other again. In the mean time, enjoy more of both of their lives!pandas2001:
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Thanks so much for your feedback! You definitely should read the series, it's a lot of fun. And here's more as requested!cjsl8ne:
It'll be a while before she sees Michael, but they'll both have some good times before then
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Yes, yes we do know who he is. I have so
many pages of notes from the books and from our own research into Celtic mythology, it's kind of ridiculous. I'm so glad you loved our twist! It is kind of odd to think that this means *spoiler for books* that Merry had mystical sex with her Aunt's father in this verse...but then, they're the fey, so that's practically normal. (And given the hints about Barinthus and her father in the last book...far from the strangest connection).
He stroked his hands over her mostly bared back, just two thin ties holding the airy fabric to her body, his heart hammering as he traced the light tattooing of butterfly wings in several shades of blue, from sapphire to aqua on her either side of her spine, the skin shimmering slightly in areas. They were hard to make out, as if she’d gotten them done years before and faded with time as tattoos were wont to do, or if they were never finished, but her age belied the possibility.
Smirking when Parisa purred in the back of her throat, arching her back as he continued to knead and trace his fingers over the soft, silky skin, her near waist length raven hair swept away from her back and over her shoulder, cascading down the front so that he was afforded a better view. Licking his lips, he flicked his eyes up, catching her dark-blue eyes and quirked a brow, leaning over to press a kiss against pink lips, his breath snagging as the taste of honey, berry and cream filled his palate, the intoxicating scent of her power teasing his nose.
“You can barely see them,” he rumbled quietly, pulling away from her mouth, flicking a heated whiskey gaze over her flushed upturned face and smiling before he turned back to the markings on her back, sliding his hands over the curve of her spine, intrigued that they seemed to go all the way down into her shorts. Teasing the edge of denim at her waist, he pressed his bared skin into her back, humming when skin melted against skin, his lips tracing over her neck and shoulder as she sank into him fully.
“I’m only half demi-fey,” she murmured, tilting her head to offer better access to her throat, inhaling sharply when his teeth scraped over the tender, thin skin of her pulse, jolting slightly when they sank into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, leaving behind the faintest mark as he sucked the skin in his mouth. “The markings are faint because I have never been to or lived in faerie. My father was exiled from the court and impregnated my mother during that time. He left before my mother realized she was pregnant.”
“Pretty,” he murmured, sliding his hands around her waist, securing her to his body as he trailed them up over the flat, almost concave plane of her stomach, callused fingertips gliding over skin that held an almost indiscernible blue tint, and closed his eyes, moaning as her energy played over his skin, pressing his nose and lips to her temple. Brushing his lips over the crest of her cheek, he cupped her breasts gently, rolling the skin between his fingers, the soft flesh slight, but the perfect match to her willowy frame.
“I’m beginning to think you have a thing for the fey,” she teased, arching and pushing herself deeper into his hands, turning her face to capture the lips whispering over her jaw, drawing a hum of pleasure from past his as he turned her in his arms, her thighs wrapping around his waist as he tumbled her against his sheets.
“I have a thing for this
fey,” he teased right back, knowing that she was only giving him a bad time, both realizing this was just a step in their lives and definitely not true love, but fun while it lasted. It was actually why he’d started dating her, knowing that if it ended tomorrow, they’d miss each other, but there would be no hard feelings on either side. Given his past, as well as the strings still attached to his heart, he didn’t want to get mixed up with anyone who would read too much into his attentions.
“Mmmm…prove it,” she murmured, sighing as his frame pressed her into the mattress, a wall of firm muscle and sinew sliding against soft curves as he captured her mouth again, shivering when her hands traced over his back and he gasped as her nails scored over sweat-kissed skin, drawing a wicked chuckle over her lips. Nipping her bottom lip remonstratively, he chuckled when she gasped in turn as he tore her flimsy shirt away and tossed it to the ground.
“My pleasure,” he lofted, both groaning as bodies collided, skin melting and fusing together, his mind emptying for once of the flash of brown and gold eyes and sun-kissed skin as her power touched something inside him, something that had laid dormant and cold over the years, something he had desperately tried to forget for his own sanity when Liz left.
Cair’s fingers dug into her arms painfully as she hugged Liz under the cool gaze of her grandfather and the brunette’s father, and Liz effortlessly concealed her reaction to both the petty cruelty, and the knowing glint in Besaba’s plain brown eyes as she stood next to Uar, smiling sweetly. It was her birthday, and while there was no lavish celebration, or even a simple party with cake and ice cream like her mother would have thrown, Uar did expect a greater display of forced affection from her sisters and her niece. Liz would have preferred to spend the day in her room, or in town with Alex, or in sneaking another visit with her
Grandfather, but appearances had to be maintained.
Finally, Cair released her, leaving Liz grateful that the sleeves of her dress were long enough to conceal the now blooming bruises on her skin until they faded. Besaba’s embrace was shorter and less painful, as was Eluned’s, and her father refrained from such a physical display, instead handing her a small velvet box. She curtsied her gratitude, knowing better than to express it verbally, and made the appropriate comments over the beauty of the heavy and ornate antique silver earrings that lay within.
Hours later, she made her escape from Court, slipping down the corridors to her rooms as fast and silent as propriety allowed, and sighed her relief as she closed the heavy wooden doors of her bedroom behind her. A low chuckle startled her and her gaze shot to the bed, where Alex was lounging indolently, his beautiful eyes sparkling with amusement. Shooting him a mock glare, she crossed the room and collapsed next to him in a less than graceful heap.
“I was wondering where you were,” she commented lightly, hiding her relief that he hadn’t abandoned her as she’d thought after missing his presence in the throne room.
“I had to pick up a certain someone’s birthday present,” he responded, tone equally casual, and she turned towards him with a wide grin, holding her hand out demandingly, making him chuckle again. “Close your eyes,” he directed, and she frowned at him suspiciously before complying, the butterflies only he produced fluttering in her stomach. His long fingers wrapped gently around her outstretched wrist, the brush of his skin against hers making her shiver as her hormones, and magic, reacted to the contact. He draped something cool and metallic around her wrist, fastening some sort of catch with a soft click, and then placed a soft kiss on the center of her palm, sending delicious tingles through her body as the warmth of his energy flared against hers. “Open your eyes.”
She obeyed, meeting his unusually intent gaze, as a faint flush spread across her cheeks at the depth of emotion he was letting her see, evidence that she wasn’t the only one who’d felt the deepening of their connection. Lowering her eyes when it became too much, she finally saw the ethereally delicate bracelet he’d given her.
The tiny golden links were beautiful in the way only hand crafted jewelry was, each of the six charms equally as lovely, and each personally meaningful, bringing tears to her eyes as she gently fingered the small apple carved out of solid ruby, matching the fruit her tree had borne just six months before and whispered, “I love it.” Joining the apple was a mother of pearl crane (her grandfather’s symbol), a small wooden book, a tiny and perfect golden guitar for her father, an equally perfect water lily for her mother, and a crowned iron heart, making her own heart stutter, knowing that unlike her, he had no human blood to protect him from the painful bite of the iron.
“It should help protect you against ill will,” he stated softly, his thumb still stroking her palm, doing nothing to stop her erratic pulse. A faint smile crossed her face at the thought of Cair brushing against the bracelet the next time she tried to ‘hug’ her, but she quickly banished the thought in favor of basking in the warmth of Alex’s regard. Part of her, the part that had been told she was less, tainted, ever since she arrived in Seelie, still in disbelief that he wanted to be her friend, much less more.
Glancing up at him through her lashes, she nibbled on her bottom lip, and then working up her courage, shyly said, “I want one more present.” He looked startled and curious and arched one aristocratic eyebrow, making her flush deepen as she fought the urge to look away from his penetrating gaze and boldly clarified her words instead. “A birthday kiss.”
A slow smile spread across his face as his eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to her face, cradling her cheek with gentle fingers. Leaning down, he paused when his face was mere inches from hers, studying her searchingly before closing the distance. Their mouths molded together and she moaned softly, lips parting as she reveled in the exquisite sensations washing through her, a slow fire smoldering in her belly as she felt his equal pleasure and joy in the perfect moment.
Even in the Golden Court, sometimes wishes came true.A/N:
On an only slightly related side note, is anyone besides me in love with the Canadian show Lost Girl? (Which recently came to Syfy, Woohoo!) It's also about the Fae, with the main character being a bisexual Succubus, and the secondary main character being the ridiculously awesome Kenzi, who might be my favorite fictional female ever (sorry Liz and Tess, but you'll always own part of my heart, I promise.)