Little Bit of Heaven

Wings

A few days had passed since I escaped Heaven. Mr. Jam told me there was no fight or war yet over that.

Either they hadn't noticed my escape, were trying to figure out how I escaped or those dumb noblemen were busy convincing Mom to try and conceive a new child.

It didn't matter, I was happier in the Earth Realm than I had been in the Heaven Realm. Here, I had a choice. Here, I could be with whoever I wanted. Here, I could be with Mr. Jam.

A soft kiss was placed on my cheek, bringing me from my thoughts. A giggle slipped pass my lips, my head tilting up to Mr. Jam.

He smiled at me softly, his arm wrapped around my waist gently. We were in our Hotel room, enjoying each other's company with a human movie.

Suddenly, a thought struck me. Well, more like a question.

"Mr. Jam, why did you lie to me when we first meet?"

For a second, his face went dark before he gave me a wary smile.

"Its not important. I just didn't want to get destroyed by some Angel at the time." Something was off with his voice.

I frowned and narrowed my eyes on him. Quickly, I straddle his waist as plenty of Animes have shown me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a pouty look, tilting my head down some.

"Why are you lying to me, Mr. Jam?"

Almost instantly, I got the reaction I always saw. His cheeks flushed, his eyes and mouth opening some as he struggled to find his words. I really liked seeing him like that.

Finally, he looked away, mumbling something under his breath. He also spoke it in Demonic.

"I can't hear you." I chirped out lowly, leaning closer to him with my eyes lidded.

The pink color on his cheeks brighten but he repeated himself, this time in Terran. His words made me regret even asking.

"Because I was gonna use you to hurt God."

My body pulled away before I even processed the word correctly. He was... He was going to use me? They... They were right?

Just as I started to truly process those words, my body was pulled to his.

"Freshy, I was gonna use you, but the more I got to know you." He paused, his face twisting in a way. It wasn't distasteful, nor was it anything bad. It looked as though he was trying to find words he didn't know, words that were soft.

I felt my body melt at the thought. He cared about me, he loved me.

The Demon stopped and stared at me through his glasses before smiling softly. Gently, he caressed my cheek, making me lean into it.

"Since we're asking questions," He quirked an eyebrow, looking at me almost teasingly. "How did you even withstand the pain of the bracelet?"

I tensed some at the memory of the pain, yet it went away when I looked to him.

Taking a deep breath, I moved myself to his side. For a moment, I did nothing, second guessing if I should show him. Then I summoned an Orb. A Grey Orb.

The Demon watched with intense interest, his mouth open slightly.

"H-How? You're not a fallen?" It was more a question than a statement.

My thoughts froze for a moment. I fell from Heaven, I disobeyed an order from Mother...

Quickly, I stood up and let my wings out, their brightly colored feathers ruffling in the process.

I winced as a mild ache formed from them, most likely from me opening them so quickly in a small room. However, I pushed it away and looked at my feathers. They were still Angelic, they were still soft to the touch and bright. I had not Fallen.

No, they seemed to glow more, the colors brightening. My wings looked bigger, they felt bigger too, and heavier as well.

Gingerly, I felt my wings, combing my hand through the twisting feathers. A few of the dull feathers fell, but it didn't hurt. It didn't feel like anything Fallen Angels had describe when they fell.

"I-I'm not F-Fallen?" I looked up to Mr. Jam, but he seemed just as surprised as I was.

Carefully, he stood up and reached out to my wings. He was hesitant to touch them, as though his sinful touch would turn this oddity to truth. Yet, he proceeded.

My body shivered once he finally touched the delicate wing. His hands shifted and combed through them with ease, but it was as though he knew what areas to touch. What areas were so sensitive.

My knees suddenly buckled, my body falling onto his. I buried my head into his chest, his hand stopping.

"Sorry, I forgot about-"

"Don't stop." I looked up at him, my body desperate for the wonderful feeling. I trusted him, I trusted him completely, not even his simple lie could destroy that.

His face lit up, but he didn't question my order. His touch was hesitant and careful, but it felt good~ I loved every second of him teasing and caressing my feathery limb. It made my body so weak that he had to hold me up!

Soon, he stopped again. I wanted to tell him to keep going, but I couldn't. I could only whine with need, a need I didn't know.

A rough, amused chuckle left his lips. Mr. Jam quickly picked me up, holding me close.

"I'll continue later. Right now, you should sleep."

I made a face, but I nodded anyways. I did feel tired oddly enough.

Leaning down, I buried my head into his neck and relaxed. That wasn't such a bad experience.