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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,822
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction- all characters are either owned by myself or my writing partner. Any character or event resembling any real person or event is purely coincidental and unintentional.
Coming Home
Izzy and Keal and the rest of the Figments are all original characters by myself and my co-author. Any resemblance to anyone alive or any other published character is just a coincidence. Any events that happen or are said to have happened to the characters is a really freaky coincidence. I mean, there are ELVES are CAT-PEOPLE in here. If you REALLY truly think you're an elf or a neko...please go get counseling.
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Suggested Listening: "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden
February 4th, 2008
Izzy finally opened her eyes and looked at the clock on her nightstand; it read just 9:37 in the morning.
"Dammit...guess I'm not sleepin in today." She'd woken up around two hours earlier and tried to go back to sleep, but just wound up laying there bored, lonely, and unable to find a comfortable position.
The petite redhead sighed and slid out from under the covers; damn it was cold! She searched under her bed with her foot for a moment, trying to find her slippers...
She took her time getting going- making coffee, watching some day-time tv, eventually showering and changing after 1. Why should she- James and Jess, the two friends she usually hung out with on her days off, were both at work all day. Felix, her cat, jumped up onto the sunny windowsill as she looked out. She stroked his soft black coat and teasing his white paws almost absently as she watched out the window, hoping that today would be the day she'd see Keal slowly walking back on the sidewalk, walking back to her.
It had been seven and a half months since the dark elf had come into her like. He was easily the hottest man she'd ever seen, with eyes that were separate shades of blue, a radiantly white mane of hair that seemed to barely be controlled, and a semi-iridescent, onyx-black skin that drove her nuts and somehow contrasted and complimented her cream-toned skin perfectly. She closed her eyes and moaned hungrily as she remembered the first time she had watched his 8", ink-black cock go between her pale lips and slide deep into her tight core.
She moaned sadly a few moments later as reality came back to her- it'd been a little more than four and a half months since he'd been hit by a blue Prius within view of the very window she was looking out of now.
He had gone out while she was still at work to get stuff for dinner. Not one of the normal dinners they had together, sitting on the couch or counter and eating something put together in a few minutes, but a special dinner, a "date." They'd both had a long month at work; he had been called to other planes around half a dozen times, staying at least 2 or 3 days each time, and she was having band problems like crazy. Equipment was breaking randomly, her throat had gone out for a week, and her bassist was on they first maternity leave she'd even known to be granted by a bar band. Not that she was mad at Shelly, her doctor had ordered her on bed rest, but in the meantime she had to bribe the bassists from other bands to join practice and try to learn the songs in just a day or two. So, he had asked her "out" to have a nice evening alone together. Like she was actually going to turn him down.
She opened the book that she kept on the windowsill. Pressed in it was the bouquet of flowers that he had been carrying when he was hit. She smiled bitter-sweetly as she looked at them- they still had the Wal-Mart price tag on them. He almost but not quite got a lot of social rules, like taking the prices off of gifts. She ran her fingers over the semi-faded flowers again, wishing so much that he had been able to give them to her like he'd planned.
Izzy closed the book back as she closed her eyes and heart; he had spent two months in a coma, with her by his side every possible moment. Then one day, she went in after work to check on him and...he was gone. The nurses had told her that they couldn't tell her anything for legal reasons- not where he'd gone, when he'd left, when he'd finally woken up, or even if he'd asked about her when he did.
So, she was left alone again. His stuff was still there- she had fallen in love with him, something she'd finally admitted after a week of staying by his bed non-stop, leaving only to work and such, so she couldn't just throw it all out. His part of the rent was still paid even. Although she hoped and prayed to both God and Varhaun, Keal's god, that it meant he was still alive, it could easily also mean he was dead and his company didn't want her to get hurt even further. Giving her such false-hope would be more merciful to them than letting her grieve and move on. But no matter the material comforts, it wasn't HIM; he wasn't there to hold her and kiss her like he did.
She'd tried moving on, seeing other guys and all. It never worked though; none of them had his beauty, his grace, his touch, or his exotic smell. A few times she'd woken up next to a guy, placed her head on his chest without opening her eyes, and inhaled deeply still expecting to smell Keal, but instead was hit by a wall of typical human musk. She'd fallen out in surprise once, nearly fallen a second time, and nearly assaulted two poor guys as they tried to comfort her with a kiss or a deep embrace.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she felt his arms wrap around her from behind- or at least she thought she felt his arms. Her imagination must be running on over-drive today, because she could feel his arms on hers, his chest on her back as he held he close, hell she could even SMELL him she missed him so much. She knew, though, that her imagination was all it was.
"I miss you, Keal. I miss you so, so much. Please.....dear gods, please, let him come home..."
He softly kissed her cheek. "I'm home."
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Suggested Listening: "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden
February 4th, 2008
Izzy finally opened her eyes and looked at the clock on her nightstand; it read just 9:37 in the morning.
"Dammit...guess I'm not sleepin in today." She'd woken up around two hours earlier and tried to go back to sleep, but just wound up laying there bored, lonely, and unable to find a comfortable position.
The petite redhead sighed and slid out from under the covers; damn it was cold! She searched under her bed with her foot for a moment, trying to find her slippers...
She took her time getting going- making coffee, watching some day-time tv, eventually showering and changing after 1. Why should she- James and Jess, the two friends she usually hung out with on her days off, were both at work all day. Felix, her cat, jumped up onto the sunny windowsill as she looked out. She stroked his soft black coat and teasing his white paws almost absently as she watched out the window, hoping that today would be the day she'd see Keal slowly walking back on the sidewalk, walking back to her.
It had been seven and a half months since the dark elf had come into her like. He was easily the hottest man she'd ever seen, with eyes that were separate shades of blue, a radiantly white mane of hair that seemed to barely be controlled, and a semi-iridescent, onyx-black skin that drove her nuts and somehow contrasted and complimented her cream-toned skin perfectly. She closed her eyes and moaned hungrily as she remembered the first time she had watched his 8", ink-black cock go between her pale lips and slide deep into her tight core.
She moaned sadly a few moments later as reality came back to her- it'd been a little more than four and a half months since he'd been hit by a blue Prius within view of the very window she was looking out of now.
He had gone out while she was still at work to get stuff for dinner. Not one of the normal dinners they had together, sitting on the couch or counter and eating something put together in a few minutes, but a special dinner, a "date." They'd both had a long month at work; he had been called to other planes around half a dozen times, staying at least 2 or 3 days each time, and she was having band problems like crazy. Equipment was breaking randomly, her throat had gone out for a week, and her bassist was on they first maternity leave she'd even known to be granted by a bar band. Not that she was mad at Shelly, her doctor had ordered her on bed rest, but in the meantime she had to bribe the bassists from other bands to join practice and try to learn the songs in just a day or two. So, he had asked her "out" to have a nice evening alone together. Like she was actually going to turn him down.
She opened the book that she kept on the windowsill. Pressed in it was the bouquet of flowers that he had been carrying when he was hit. She smiled bitter-sweetly as she looked at them- they still had the Wal-Mart price tag on them. He almost but not quite got a lot of social rules, like taking the prices off of gifts. She ran her fingers over the semi-faded flowers again, wishing so much that he had been able to give them to her like he'd planned.
Izzy closed the book back as she closed her eyes and heart; he had spent two months in a coma, with her by his side every possible moment. Then one day, she went in after work to check on him and...he was gone. The nurses had told her that they couldn't tell her anything for legal reasons- not where he'd gone, when he'd left, when he'd finally woken up, or even if he'd asked about her when he did.
So, she was left alone again. His stuff was still there- she had fallen in love with him, something she'd finally admitted after a week of staying by his bed non-stop, leaving only to work and such, so she couldn't just throw it all out. His part of the rent was still paid even. Although she hoped and prayed to both God and Varhaun, Keal's god, that it meant he was still alive, it could easily also mean he was dead and his company didn't want her to get hurt even further. Giving her such false-hope would be more merciful to them than letting her grieve and move on. But no matter the material comforts, it wasn't HIM; he wasn't there to hold her and kiss her like he did.
She'd tried moving on, seeing other guys and all. It never worked though; none of them had his beauty, his grace, his touch, or his exotic smell. A few times she'd woken up next to a guy, placed her head on his chest without opening her eyes, and inhaled deeply still expecting to smell Keal, but instead was hit by a wall of typical human musk. She'd fallen out in surprise once, nearly fallen a second time, and nearly assaulted two poor guys as they tried to comfort her with a kiss or a deep embrace.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she felt his arms wrap around her from behind- or at least she thought she felt his arms. Her imagination must be running on over-drive today, because she could feel his arms on hers, his chest on her back as he held he close, hell she could even SMELL him she missed him so much. She knew, though, that her imagination was all it was.
"I miss you, Keal. I miss you so, so much. Please.....dear gods, please, let him come home..."
He softly kissed her cheek. "I'm home."
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