My feet landed on soft, hot sand. The sky was a beautiful blue and I wasn't sure where I was, all I knew was that the wind had carried me. That and there was a pull towards this place that I couldn't deny. A funny feeling settled deep in the hollow of my stomach. I spotted a lone shack about thirty feet in front of me and my feet shuffled forward on their own. It looked abandoned from its ragged exterior, but a soft glow was coming out of a window. Before my hand reached the door to knock, it was flung open at an alarming speed. Then I was flat on my back, smothered by a heavy object. I was thinking of a good animal to change in to when the object shifted.
"Don't even think about it! I'm a friend not a foe," a deep, gravely voice met my ears.
"How can I trust you," I withered beneath this man whose face I had yet to see.
"I'm the trainer. Your trainer," he emphasised.
"How do I know that's true?" Then I remembered the line I must say and what my trainer had to answer. "The daughter of light, lands in your sight."
"And with all my might, I shall show her that light," he replied.
"Correct answer. I suppose it is you. One more thing though," I huffed.
"What would that be?"
"Get off of me," I snarled.
"Oh I am terribly sorry. It was a reflex. I can sense a shape shifter and attach if they get too close. I didn't mean to attach you, I thought I would be able to tell it was you when you arrived," he leaned back on his heels and extended his hand to me. I ignored it and instead studied his features. He was very tan, had sandy blond hair that fell to his eyebrows, dazzling blue eyes with long lashes, and an extremely muscular build. I could tell this because he was shirtless and wearing a pair of element abused jean shorts. Each muscle was clearly defined. He couldn't be much older than my own twenty years of age. They say your trainer is born around the same time as you. That's only if you're an important destiny bound shifter though; which I was.
"It's fine. So what is your name?" I could feel the sand in my shoes and jeans when I stood.
"Alarck Slay," he extended a hand for me to shake.
"Beau Lucas," I shook his hand.
"I know, but I didn't know that's how your first name is pronounced."
"Yeah, not many people do," I nodded.
"Come inside. I know it may look bad on the outside, but very modern on the inside. There's central air," he coaxes.
"Alright-"
"Come then," he says, pulling my hand in a very unadult manner. We step in and he was right. The interior of the house was beautiful. The walls were a cream color, the lighting fixtures were something you would have seen in an expensive hotel, the furniture was fuzzy looking and two shades darker than the walls were, and a large flat screen television. I could feel the central air reach my skin and it was amazing to feel. I could see beautiful, hand carved stairs off to my left. They were incredibly shinny and looked dangerous to walk up or down on in socks. A door was propped open and a vintage modern kitchen was visible. How did he manage to combine the two?
"This is really nice," I nodded my approval. "You design it?"
"Yeah, I had a lot of time to burn waiting on you for a year." I turned to him, mouth ever so slightly open.
"Well, I'm sorry that I had no clue where I was to go! I was also too busy trying to evade capture and death," I snapped.
"Relax, I was only kidding Beau!" He chuckled.
"Oh..."
"So, would you care for a glass of tea, lemonade, water, coke, or sprite?" He began walking towards the kitchen, only tossing me a glance as he went.
"Tea please."
"Okay, one tea coming up."
I followed him to the kitchen. It was honestly rather large for the size of the houses exterior. Every room so far was large and nice looking. He opens up the stainless steel refrigerator and withdrew a pitcher of ice tea. From a cupboard next to the refrigerator, he withdrew two glasses and filled them, extending his hand towards me.
"Thanks," I say and take a sip. I think my mouth had an orgasm! That was the best ice tea I had tasted... ever. "My God, this is like an orgasm in my mouth!"
He chuckles, taking a sip of his. "An orgasm? Really?"
"Better than any I've ever had," I nod.
He nearly spit his drink all over me. "WHAT?"
I didn't pay him much attention and took another swig, moaning. "Definitely better than any orgasm I have ever experienced." His mouth dropped open as I spoke. "What? Did I spill some?"
"You can't be serious. My ice tea is better than an orgasm? I doubt that, unless whoever gave you an orgasm sucked." His tone was disbelieving. I wasn't even joking. I had had one boyfriend and we had only ever done oral sex maybe three times; I was still a virgin yes. We were young and inexperienced so it was barely enough to get off on, but he had good ones in those three times.
"Yeah he sucked, but not well enough." Shit! I need to learn how to keep thoughts to myself. All that I could do was look away from him to lessen my embarrassment.
"Well, you must not have had a real man," he said after a long pause.
"Nope, we were sixteen and pressured. I always got him off nice and good, but me... I was given the crap end of it. I doubt if we ever would have ever had sex, he wouldn't have gotten me off. He was rather small." Oh. My. GOD! Beau, shut up!
He looked like he was going to say something about that but quickly changed his mind. "When would you like to start training?"
"Tomorrow, I've been flying all day and I'm exhausted." The minute the words left my mouth, my body reminded me just how long I had fled from the little bed and breakfast type place.
"Alright, I'll show you to your room."
With that, he led me to a purple room that I didn't pay much attention though. All I did was plop down on the large, sort bed and feel asleep fast than you could say toy boat.
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A/N: Hope that it was worth the wait... sorry! Not well edited either.
