White Shadows

Chapter 3 - Ready To Start

***ALEX***

"When I said 'see you in my dreams,' I didn't mean it literally."

I turn to look at Fionna as she lies next to me on some unfamiliar bed. The sheets are purple and paisley-patterned, so I suspect they must be hers. Whether at home, or at Castledown, I'm not sure...but then, the thought of where or when we are in this dream flies out the window when I see that she's wearing what looks like a black sports bra.

Anything else she may or may not be wearing, I can't see - because it's obscured by either the sheets or my wing. My right wing is draped over her like an extra blanket. It's actually a pretty common visual device in Heavenly movies and/or TV shows, used to show when a couple has just had sex and they're trying to keep a woman's breasts out of view. The Hellish or Earthen equivalent is to simply pull the sheets higher up over a woman than for a man - which then begs the question, why does the sheet appear to be L-shaped?

And speaking of questions being begged... "Did we just...you know...?"

"I don't think so," Fionna says. "Even though you're not supposed to remember the start of a dream, if we were bumping uglies, I'm sure I'd remember." I feel her fingers stroke the underside of my wing - there aren't too many nerve endings there, but those that are, they're particularly sensitive. Not as sensitive as those in my sides, though. When she touches me there, I start to shiver, despite the warmth - not only in her hands, but also the room in general. Yeah, it must be her dream - she prefers warm weather, unlike me.

"Maybe we can bump our uglies now?" I say huskily, my tone hopeful.

"Not when you abuse the expression like that, no," Fionna chuckles. She does, however, reach over my wing and run her fingers over my spine, between the wing joints. She must remember, based on one of our first shared dreams, that it's an erogenous zone for angels.

For demons, too, she thinks to me. Here, I'll prove it to you. She rolls out from under my wing and lies on her stomach. Now I can see that, like me, she's wearing only underwear. I try not to let my eyes linger too long on her ass, and instead focus on her upper back, where the non-working stubs of her wings cover her shoulder blades. My fingers play with the Velcro on her bra for a second, but then move on to touch her skin. I feel the bumps of tiny bones in those little wings of hers, then I find my way to her spine. As I touch her, I see her skin grow increasingly flushed - something I decide to help along by kissing her wings, as well as the back of her neck.

To my disappointment, though, she pushes away from me before I can really stray into dangerous territory. "Nope," she says, sitting up on the edge of the bed, grabbing a shirt from somewhere near her feet, and putting it on. "I'd rather have my first time be outside of a dream."

"Ouch," I groan, pouting up at her even though her back is turned. "You're gonna give me the bluest balls I've ever had."

"Baby." Fionna turns around and gives me a contemptuous smirk, then bends down to pull on her pants as slowly as possible.

"There's a fine line between teasing and torture," I say, nodding at her legs, which she's taking great pains to show off.

"Haha, you'll live."

I turn away from her and look down at my pile of clothes on the floor. Oddly enough, they resemble my Balthazar uniform pretty closely, but they're not an exact match. For instance, the dress shirt is light blue instead of white. There's a subtly different school logo stitched on the chest of the jacket. That sort of thing. Looking more closely at the jacket, I can see that the logo says "WPA." And then, half-buried under the jacket and slacks, lies what appears to be a fake cast.