Mark was sitting on the bed in his angelian form. The feathers of his wings were white with golden tips. He was reading a book. The night was dark, and a rain shower had just passed by the area. As the windows suddenly rattled, Mark looked up as Grace appeared, her dress was flowing, white satin. It clung to her beautiful curves. Her skin was porcelain white, and so was her hair... her wings were so blindingly white, they put his to shame. Her eyes were golden, topaz brown. She could not speak yet, though somehow, a soft woman's voice was heard In Mark's head. "Hello, Little One..."
Mark looked at her and blushes slightly "Hi grace." He said aloud. Grace flaps her wings once and glides to the bed to land gracefully on her knees beside him. Folding her wings, she smiles. Again, that thought that was not his own. "How are you?" He nodded softly "I'm fine just getting used to my angelian form...its been a long time since I last used it."
Grace smiled wider "Yes, I remember the day that you first grew these..." She touched his wings softly and a wave of warmth tingled through his wings and all over the rest of his body. Visibly, he shivered, and giggled. Only then, when she leaned forwards to kiss his cheek, does he notice her hair is wet, and drops of water are all over her skin. She kissed his cheek and a shot like fire slammed through his body. Mark shivered again. "Oh.. wow.."
Again, that strange thought. "I'm sorry, it was raining where Leah was, I had to fly along the dirt roads to make sure no one got in a wreck on the slippery mud before I came here." Mark looked at her wet and smiles blushing slightly.
"..Its ok.."
"You know why I'm here... don't you?" The ends of her dress is splattered with mud and flecks of it where all over her body. Mark nodded. "Leah told me." Grace smiled again.
Mark blushed at her. "I'm just a little shy in my angelian form."
Grace looked concerned as Mark finally understood that she was communicating with him through his mind, and that the strange thoughts were her voice in his head. "Are you ok with it?"
He nodded. "Yes, I am."
"Then let me go wash this mud off of me. And I'll be right back." She licked his nose and tingles of pleasure race through his body. She watched him shiver again.
Grace got up and went out of the room to the bathroom. She pulled her dress off after making her wings sink into her back. She turned on the shower and got in to rinse all the mud off of her body, which slid off like rain. It left her body shimmering like a broken pearl, or the fragments of a diamond. Once the mud was gone, her scent came strong, untainted by the earth... she smelled of fresh spring rain, and of Stardust, of Moonshine, of Ocean waves, of Fall breezes, and winter snow... Most of all, she smelled of the wild, unseen shadows of the night, and the sunlight that bathed her in the morning dew. She smelled of animal births, of life, of death... of Nature, in particular... and it was enough to drive anyone crazy with desire.
When she returned to the room, she returned, naked, her wings sparkling with dew drops, and her hair wet, but shining... she smiled at him and the sweet scent of her breath filled the air of the room, as would the full-on scent of her body.
She smiled as Mark gasped a little, looking at her. She blushes deeply and her cheeks stain rose pink. His eyes widened a little and he looked down knowing that it was wrong to stare at her body while blushing deeply.
Once again, she flaps her wings and the drops of water fling in every direction, she glides to him again with the grace of all mother nature.
