Crow. | Angeless [C]

Chapter 8 | Locks

          It had been a few days now since Ricky and Ghost's anniversary dinner. They've been extra gushy and into each other. With their room next to Chris', I've had trouble sleeping, if you catch my drift. I'd really like to know what exactly Ricky does in bed that makes Ghost scream like that. Maybe Ghost is just a screamer. Oh God... I wonder if I'm that loud in bed and don't realize it. Fuck, I hope not. I wouldn't know though because Chris isn't a big fan of the others making comments about it.

          He's very overprotective of me. If I barely get embarrassed or upset about something, he'll get angry at whomever caused it. Sometimes it's overbearing because the others don't mean harm by their jokes. It doesn't bother me though because it's super sexy. Everything he does is sexy. Unfortunately he's been busy the past few days and I haven't gotten to enjoy that sexiness. He's taken a few trips into town to do some work. Nearly no one wants to do the night work, so he gets paid decently. It just sucks that I have to be alone.

          It's been hard to adjust to the crow transitioning. The majority of the area around my right eye has turned black. There's a patchy line of blackness forming across my mouth too. I hope it doesn't get much worse than this. Whatever isn't black is almost pure white. I've gotten so fucking pale. Not that I mind, because I like it. It's just a hard adjustment. The inner tips of my feathers have started to turn grey, soon to be black. That's probably the hardest part for me.

          I've always been very proud of my wings. There's a reason at some point in my life, hundreds of years ago that is, I was a model for painters. The only thing I could ever be arrogant about is my wings. They're massive and very full. The tips of them just barely touch the ground at a sharp point. They take about a half of my weight and size. Chris insists I'm still beautiful, but I certainly don't feel like it. The things we do for love.

          Yeah, I'm daring to say it. I know I've been dancing around the world for awhile, but why would I dare to sacrifice so much for him if I didn't love him? I never believed in true love or love at first sight until I met him. He's completely turned my world upside down and I wouldn't have it any other way. Any man that can sweep you off your feet like that is worth the risk. I'm glad I've taken this deep of a plunge into our relationship.

          The sun was on the verge of coming up. Chris just got home after a long night of working. I don't know what pushed him to pick up work suddenly. At least he's getting out of the house. He said he's saving up money for something but wouldn't tell me what. Of course I was hoping it was something for me. I'm trying not to think so selfishly though. Who knows.

          As soon as he got in our room, he fell face first into the bed. Chris groaned against the sheets. My poor baby has been working so hard. With Ryan and Vinny both down ill, they also need the extra money to pay the bills. I wonder if the electricity company ever finds it weird that they have an incredibly low bill? Maybe they just think hippies live here or something, haha.

          I climbed over his back, setting my legs on either side of him. Then I ran my palms along the sides of his spine until I reached his shoulders. "Long night?" I asked as I felt the tightness in his muscles. I'm not as strong as I used to be but I can still give my man a good rub down.

          "Yeah," He sighed, "But it's all worth it when I see your beautiful face."

          I leaned down and kissed his cheek. "You're so cheesy."

          "You love it." He teased me. "Mmh, Baby, you're good at this."

          "Sit up and I'll show you something else I'm good at." I replied.