The Fall

Claire's Apartment

CLAIRE POV

My lips pursed as I squinted at the screen in front of me. Closing one eye, then the other, and cocking my head in an attempt to enhance my ability to focus.

Still drunk from my escapades with Sally, this was no easy task. Pages and pages of results had erupted from my google search of "traveling itchy skin". At first I thought the symptom was associated with the weirdo, but it had continued irritatingly on through the night. Traveling through me with scratchy prickles as well as on me.

The weirdo who I had known for all of five minutes, whose penetrating look touched me as much as any brush of skin and oh god. I reached up to touch the place his fingers had simply brushed my cheek, causing a blaze to cascade down my neck. I followed the remembered blaze with my own fingertips, and my phone was discarded as nails traced across the sensitive skin on my neck. Stopping to tweak each nipple just past the point of pain, before slowly lifting my skirt and letting the silky cloth caress me. Brushing over the wet patch through the thin fabric of my panties, teasing the ravenous bundle of nerves.

I had the luxury of being alone in my studio apartment, so I could take my time. My head tipped back, exposing the bare and overly reactive skin of my throat to the breeze coming from my open window. It was a tenth story apartment, and anyone could technically see inside if they were in one of the surrounding buildings.

Just the way I liked it.

One hand finally pulled the now soaking panties to the side as the other stroked from one end of my dripping lips, circling around the hard nub, imagining that a certain tongue was there instead and sending a warm spread of oh my god yes through my core.

This constant friction brought me to the edge where I balanced, before slipping two fingers inside slowly with a deep and needy moan. I hadn't realised how much I needed this until that moment. A scratching sound coming from my window shocked and distracted me, it was not something that happened often on the tenth floor of any building. I looked down to see a huge owl land on my window ledge, nearly sliding off in the process, but sticking the landing anyway in a flurry of chocolate and caramel wings.

A scratching sound coming from my window shocked and distracted me, it was not something that happened often on the tenth floor of any building. I looked down to see a huge owl land on my window ledge, nearly sliding off in the process, but sticking the landing anyway in a flurry of chocolate and caramel wings.

I shrieked in surprise and barrel-rolled off of my bed. Thumping to the floor in an ungainly tangle of drunken limbs.

The cheeky bastard of an owl jumped clumsily from the window to my bed, nearly falling over, balancing one one talon and righting itself with an accidentally well timed flap. Peering over the edge and hooting at me. This was some labyrinth level fantasy.

Well. Jaryd The Goblin King had been my first crush. I locked eyes with the owl. "So are you going to join me or not Your Majesty?"

Amber eyes staring straight into mine before traveling over the mountains and valleys creating the landscape of my body. I had to be imagining this.

What kind of lines would I be crossing if I drew the two fingers across another pair of lips, licked the slippery citrus flavor of my most intimate self, and told the owl what it was missing out on?

Was I drunk enough to engage in that kind of behaviour? If I was sober enough to ask the question, probably not.

Scratch that. I was drunk as a skunk and the little witch that was my best friend must have slipped in an unholy amount of wormwood absinthe sometime during the night. Because the owl was gone, and in his place on my grey duvet was the chocolate cake thief. Maybe he was the Goblin King?!