#but lift your head up and be brave to accept 1st your feelings 2nd you fail too 3rd you are better than that

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One thing is to be protective with the person you say you've been in love for years and the other is to be toxic. And it is toxic to tell them they can only trust those who have been around the longest, and plant doubt in their minds when they decide to trust others. Looking for flaws in others will clearly show you their flaws because they are human beings. Try to look for better things. Try to talk. Try to understand. And most importantly, you need therapy. Thank you

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NaNoWriMo 2017: Aug 3rd

We’re in the home stretch for this chapter, people.

Word Count: 1149 Monthly Word Count: 2622 P00revious: November (Masterpost); December (Masterpost); January (Masterpost); February (Masterpost); March (Masterpost); April (Masterpost); May (Masterpost); June (Masterpost); July (Masterpost); August: 1st. 2nd.

They really did do a good job with these, Auric thought, wondering at the sensation of his fingers -- no longer flesh, now made of metal and controlled with micro signals between the sensor attachments and his brain -- brushing against Angel’s entrance. He could sense the warmth of her as his thumb moved carefully, and the increase in moisture as his fingers pushed into her, slow and gentle.

“I… I…” Angel clung to him, holding onto him for support as much as anything else, an enjoyable reversal from the past weeks of rehabilitation. The winged one’s hips rocked forward into his touch, and Auric was careful to hold her back from simply impaling herself. “What?”

“This is new for you,” Auric murmured. “I want it to be good.”

“So you’re holding me back?” Angel demanded, breathless, and tried again. “How is that fair?”

“We call it teasing,” Auric said, and guided the movement of her hips. “Be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you because of these new hands of mine.”

“I can accept that,” Angel said. “So, technician, what do I do?”

“Put your arms around my shoulders and hold onto me,” Auric said. Angel did so, guiding his face against her breasts. He smiled against her skin, and he kissed at them. “I’m going to make sure you’re ready for me. I think you should be on top to avoid crushing your wings.”

“Our couplings are a little different, but I want to see what you have in mi-- oh!”

Auric worked his fingers inside her, going slowly, enjoying the way she felt against his metal skin; the sounds she made -- soft, breathy, eager -- were equally gratifying. He felt his groin tighten underneath the loose hospital trousers he still wore and his fingers pressed in deeper.

“How much longer?” Angel whispered. “How much more ready could I be?”

“Not much, I don’t think,” Auric said. “I’ll need your help to get out of these.”

“Then let’s do that now,” Angel said, and drew back reluctantly. “You humans and your clothes.”

“I’d object, but I agree right now,” Auric said, and caught her mouth with his, kissing her deeply. He felt Angel pull at his shirt, tugging it upwards and broke from her briefly while she lifted it from him and discarded it on the floor. Auric let his hands drop to his sides and pushed down on them, needing to lift the waistband of his trousers up and over his aching erection. “I’m going to lie back, you’ll need to be on top of me.”

“I certainly do,” Angel said, and Auric grinned. He scooted back on the bed, moving until his head rested against the pillows. Angel lunged after him, moving over top of him to kiss him again. “What next?”

“Kneel over me, and I’ll guide you down,” Auric murmured. “We’ll make this good, the two of us. I didn’t… you really are an angel, a beautiful one.”

“And you are a very brave man, a hero,” Angel said, and straddled him confidently. The technician’s erection pressed up against her entrance and she gasps. “That feels… yes, I want this.”

Auric nodded to her and guided her down, groaning softly as he felt his head push into her warm depths. The process was slow as Angel sank onto him, gripping at him tightly. “How does it feel?”

“Warm,” Angel whispered. “Different from your fingers, good. I like it.”

“No discomfort?” Auric asked, watching her expression. Angel’s eyes were half-closed, heavy-lidded with pleasure. “I’m going to start moving.”

“Nothing uncomfortable about this,” Angel affirmed. “Not compared to laying an egg every moonsrise. Show me what to do.”

I wonder what that’s supposed to mean, Auric thought, and then pushed the thought back. “Hold tight to me, I’m going to start to move. Work with me, and I promise it will be good. The best you’ve ever had.”

“I have no complaints so far,” Angel murmured, and nodded. “I’m ready.”

Auric let his hands rest on Angel’s hips, guiding her to follow his thrusts. He moved gently allowing the winged woman to get used to the sensation. As they rocked together, her face fell in and out of shadow, and the glimpses of her -- head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth half-open with wonder -- made him want to move faster. Angel gripped the technician in turn, then released him, fingers running over his chest, then along his arms, bumping between flesh and metal easily, as though there were nothing strange about the transition, nothing unusual.

She’s so beautiful, Auric thought as Angel gripped him, and his hips surged upwards. I could love her.

The thought quickened his pace, and he rose up from the mattress, thrusting into Angel deeply. The winged one cried out, her fingers tightening against his shoulders. “I… I…”

“A little longer, just--” Auric’s eyes widened as Angel’s wings snapped out, flapping hard, pumping with each thrust. The technician leaned back, arching his body like a flexing piece of pipe. His cry came as Angel’s did, the song of their voices rising high as he released into her and their bodies moved together until Angel rested limply against Auric’s chest and he was left stroking her wings gently.

Auric pressed his lips to her ear, kissing softly, and breathed, “I love you. You’re so beautiful, so perfect and precious. I’d walk into another fire for you.”

“I didn’t…” Angel began. Auric’s heart sank, but she pressed on, gripping at him. “I did not think anyone could love me. Not as the Executioner of the winged ones. I love you too, I must, I…  I can’t think what else it would be that I feel in my heart but love.”

“Let me hold you for a little while,” Auric murmured, and his hand wandered up to tangle his fingers in her hair. He felt his arms twinge and pushed the discomfort aside. I can manage a little longer without my medication. I can’t let this moment end.

“I would be very pleased to stay with you,” Angel said sleepily. “Then we’ll find my people.”

~ * ~

“Saaid!” Nephthys called, storming through his office. “Saaid, where the hell are you?!”

“Does something trouble you?” said a voice belonging to one who was not his personal assistant. Nephthys jerked around suddenly. “Director.”

“Malcador,” Nephthys said. “What are you playing at? I’m busy, you need to make an appointment to see me with my assistant.”

“Of course,” Malcador said, and bowed slightly. “However,  your door was open and you were yelling, so I assumed that you can’t locate your assistant either.”

“...no.” The Director’s gaze narrowed. “Do you know where he is?”

“Not specifically, but it might help to look and not just call for him until he answers.” Malcador shrugged. “Or not. It’s entirely up to you.”

“I know that,” Nephthys said, stung. “Don’t you think I know that?”