The Fine Line of Heaven and Hell

A/N: I was looking over all the warnings you can put on a story (in case mine needed a little adjusting) and I saw something that made me laugh. If anyone finds this offensive, sorry, but I think it’s funny. In the list is says Xenophilia; sex with aliens. Aliens! *laughs* I don’t know.. Maybe if the alien looked very, very human. Even then, I’d be very worried about sleeping with an alien. That’s something I would put in a parody, but not an actual story. Damn, that’s funnier than it should be. Maybe it’s because I’ve got the green, big-headed alien mentality every time I see it. When people say ‘alien’ it makes it funny. If they had said ‘extraterrestrial’ or something, it might not have made me laugh so hard.

Gaia: You’re back! And honestly, I hate those stories, too. I decided once while I was reading some weird story or another that I picked too many fictions apart. So, the next choice was to attempt one that I found suitable and read IT instead. Unfortunately, I know what’s going to happen if I do that and it normally takes the fun out of it. Although with this one, as strange as it seems, I enjoy rereading it sometimes. On further note, and a completely different subject: My spelling talents and memory for typing ALL the words has decreased. I’m glad you’re finished with school. *hearts*

Alicat: I’m just not going to put that number there because I know, for a fact, that one day I’m going to put the wrong number there and you’re going to get annoyed by it. O.o So maybe this will be okay. *laughs* I wasn’t sure what word to use, because I didn’t want to use the word ‘love.’ It’s always thrown out there so quickly, and it’s such a strong emotion that I don’t think little Shuey or suave Jerrick are ready for an emotion that heavy. So I used covet, one of the next best words. What he feels right now is more of a yearning for everything that Shuey is and stands for. I’m glad you liked that, too. *smile* Even if you didn’t like it for the same reason I did. *laughs*

Holy crap, I have forty-six reviews. I’m elated. I was browsing these stories and found this one with three chapters and 1200 hits. I pouted a bit for that one, but then again, it happens. I’m glad I’ve got what I do; readers and reviewers. That story didn’t have any reviews at all. *laughs* Makes ya wonder sometimes. I’m going to stop before I write nearly a page of nothing again. ^.^

Chapter 24-Dreams
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It was hot, so Shuey tossed the blanket aside. Cool air slid across her bare skin as the cover moved, nearly making her jerk upwards. Looking around, she realized she was in Jerrick’s room still, but where were her clothes? Before making assumptions, it was always best to try and understand the situation, so she glanced at her surroundings in search of the demon. When the sound of rushing water came to her ears, she moved towards the restroom without thought, swinging open the door. Dual eyes widened as she took in the sight of the man in question, showering behind crystal clear glass.

His eyes were closed, so luckily he didn’t see her, but more than that, more so than even being seen was the fact that his hand was sliding up and down his cock slowly. Her gaze was locked on the organ, unable to move at all. A familiar heat filled her face, and that odd ache for him returned from before. “Mmmm…,” came the low, husky voice inside the shower, the Halfling’s resolve to leave shattered upon hearing the noise. She couldn’t move; it was as if her feet were glued to the pristine tile floor of the bathroom.

His hips jolted forward as fingers teasingly slid up his shaft, another soft, quiet moan slipping from his lips as his head fell backwards. There was a stinging sensation on her lips; her teeth, perhaps? Suddenly, that lithe, graceful hand gripped him and jerked upwards and back until a heated growl resounded through the bathroom and a stream of white fluid erupted from his member. It was the most ensnaring vision she’d ever witnessed. It wasn’t until the pitter-patter of water stopped and the glass door swung open that she realized her mistake; she’d gotten caught. Smoky grey eyes gazed at her, the heat in them alone enough to engulf her. “Shuey,” he called dangerously, half of her frozen to the spot while her instincts pleaded with her to flee immediately. So, like the genius she was, she stood there stiffly, almost afraid to move.

The warmth of the shower radiated off of his body as he came closer, hand moving towards the towel rack, only to change course and brush her shoulder. She almost ran away at the touch, but once again, her muscles refused to budge. “What are you doing in my bathroom, Shuey?” She was completely naked, but he didn’t seem to think that was of much importance. To her, however, it was disastrous. She wanted to grab a towel herself and cover everything that was so plainly in sight. Humiliation was most likely her biggest issue at the moment. The hand running along her arm gripped it rather hard; maybe she’d have a bruise there later. When he got close enough to practically catch the water running down that lithe, muscled torso, Shuey’s priority issue switched from Humiliation to Hunger. Her entire body craved physical contact like Jerrick was a magnet. If she were truly honest with herself, she was down right terrified.

Even if she’d wanted to defend the fact that she’d just seen him jerk off in the shower, she wouldn’t have had much of a chance to explain. Before she could have attempted to try, he’d pressed her firmly against the apparently now-closed door and settled himself against her. While she found that she didn’t really mind the contact, the opposite actually, she didn’t want him to do whatever he pleased whenever he saw fit to. Her mind told her hands to push him away, but they completely disregarded her orders. Instead of her hands moving, her head decided to tilt upwards, eyes squeezing closed and her mouth parting in a moan as his body molded itself to her own. Shivers danced along her spine, the soft whimper escaping her more embarrassing than words. What was going on? Why wasn’t her body listening to her?

She supposed that was what scared her the most; the fact that her mind was the only thing she really had any control over. A hand groped at her ass before moving further up and squeezing her pelvic bone and running fingers along the skin of her stomach. Slowly, the hand traversed her front, stopping below the breasts before a lecherous smile crept up on the demon’s face. “You’re really not against it?” Came the low, dark voice of Jerrick as he leaned incredibly close to her lips. Of course she really wouldn’t care about something like this, but that was when she actually had a choice.

“I want it,” replied her own, traitorous voice, making her mind scream out in fury. She hadn’t even thought such a thing! That’s all the dark-haired man needed to hear, dipping lower to capture her in a kiss while that wandering hand slid over her chest. The moment those fingers closed in on her nipple, an shock of pleasure made her mind go blank briefly before it slowly returned. Where was his other hand? Her mind seemed to only be aware of Jerrick, and Jerrick alone. Was it going to betray her as well? His newly reawakened erection pressed against her lower abdomen, making her squirm without permission. Her hands moved of their own accord, one slipping around his neck to tangle in inky strands while the other frantically explored the areas of chest not pressed against her.

Another pinch had her brain on the fritz once again before she felt her mind come to. Something seemed to be returning that wasn’t there before; possibly a sense of control that she hadn’t had just moments ago. With such a thing in mind, she tried to order her hands to move away once again. Although it hesitated in it’s venture, it continued on. So she was gaining back some jurisdiction? Just as her hand began to draw away, both of his hands moved to her thighs, pulling her flush with him, groin to groin. “Ah!” Her eyes shot open, only to reveal the bedroom once again.

A dream? She’d never had a dream like that. The handle to the bathroom door twisted as Jerrick trailed out of the room with a towel draped around his shoulders. His pants were on, but her first thought was to look down and make sure she was clothed, anyway. Grey eyes widened at this, a light blush staining the demon’s cheeks as he looked away. “You’re…awake?” Well, duh, usually people sitting up with their eyes open were awake. A frown twitched on the man’s face as he moved forward, Shuey’s eyes watching him for any sudden movement. It was almost like he was going to physically attack her.

The way the Halfling had checked her clothes made him somewhat suspicious about the strange feeling to his dazed half-dream. He’d only been thinking about the woman when that little fantasy had popped up out of nowhere. While it had been a great vision, Jerrick knew a delusion when he saw one; Shuey would never act in such a wanton manner…. Nor in an obviously willing way. Yet he’d indulged himself and now she had been unconsciously exposed to it. The girl he knew wasn’t even accustomed to kissing him, which as a man, was rather sad. “You’re staring,” she said dully, her eyes not quiet meeting his own. He was beginning to think more and more that maybe she’d seen more than she had wanted while she was asleep.

As if waking up at last, those foggy mismatched eyes sharpened instantly, nearly causing Jerrick to jump from his spot in front of the bathroom door. Had she realized that the dream hadn’t been hers? He moved forward, ready to try and defend himself once her onslaught of terror began. “Does it really feel like that?” It came so quickly his head spun, mouth already moving to give an excuse that wasn’t even necessary. After a moment of confusion, his brain caught up with the conversation and his eyes grew rather wide. Had she really asked what he thought she did?

Shuey was guessing by the flush of his face that either the man had seen the dream as well, or he’d created it. What also lead her to this conclusion was the fact that she felt unknown sensations that would have naturally been a blur to her had the vision come from her own subconscious. The demon took his time to mull her inquiry over instead of giving her an outright answer. “I guess how it feels differs from person to person,” he finally answered, her own brow furrowing at the response. She’d gone into this relationship to learn, right? Her need to know had conquered her pride long ago; pride was something for the foolishly bullheaded. It was something she had grown up knowing. So she’d asked; and all she received was an astonished look that made her wonder if his brain had short-circuited.

His mind raced with a thousand possibilities; all still denying that she could possibly want to do something like the dream. Her eyes bored into him, waiting for him to move forward, but as his body began to do so, an idea struck him. “Since you want to know, why don’t you find out yourself?” he asked coolly, watching with a vague smirk and her eyes narrowed. Instead of trailing over to the Halfling on the bed, he sat in his favorite spacious chair; the one that faced the bed. His gaze never left the form that he’d been fantasizing over just moments ago; would she really do it?

What was he asking by sitting over there? Pout lips frowned as she mulled it over, white teeth chewing thoughtfully at the lower lip. Was he telling her to start everything? How did she instigate such an activity, anyway? After a few moments, a slight unsure look crossed Jerrick’s features; how did she reassure him when she didn’t know what he wanted? “How does it work?” she asked, both so that she would know, and so that he would stop looking that way. Instead of answering he blinked, then blinked again.

“What?” Shuey scowled; she wasn’t about to repeat herself when it came to something like sex. Once was enough, right? She moved to get up, watching as the demon stiffened and his full attention was directed at her. She walked towards him, still very unsure of how to conduct herself, but still willing to attempt it; if only once. She stood beside the chair across from his, pondering her next move when he spoke, “Come here.” Usually it would annoy her to hear him commanding her, but she figured she wasn’t in much of a position to refuse him, considering her vast lack of experience in the area.

The moment she came within reach, Jerrick gripped those pleasant, flaring hips and pulled her onto his lap, her hands grasping his shoulders quickly. One leg was on either side of his own, her butt touching right above his knees and those glaring dual eyes narrowed directly in his face. The look couldn’t stop him from grinning, the twitch of his lips drawing her attention immediately. “I did promise to teach you, didn’t I?” he murmured, reaching up and bringing her lips to his own. Nothing could ever replace the feeling of her pouty, pink mouth. With a flick of the tongue, those beautiful lips parted to let him in.

To Jerrick, Shuey was a rare vision of pale skin and sharp, attention-demanding eyes. Her personality matched her looks to a t, her frame lithe, but subtly built for strength. At first glance, she was pale and lithe, looking like a weak angel. Upon further discovery, however, she became this entrancing image of all things perfect. She was stubborn, but not to a fault, and very quick to read a person, reacting almost naturally in a way that benefited herself. She took extra care to weigh the advantages and disadvantages in the near blink of an eye, and those lovely pools of color never missed anything. Though her lack of social skills often became an obstacle, it wasn’t so debilitating as to ruin who she was. In fact, he found it added to her charm.

To his surprise, she ventured into his own mouth to explore, making his mouth quirk upwards without thought. He caught the muscle in his teeth, making her jump slightly, her eyes broadening. The moment he released it, it vanished and she drew away. “What?” Did she think he wanted something? The thighs under his palms were lightly muscular and shifted from time to time, each muscle stirring with the movement. He wanted to pull them closer to himself, but the chair hindered the act. Still, a make-out session in a chair wasn’t anywhere near bad. As if they were hesitant, one of those frail-looking hands slid down his chest, nails scraping his skin every now and again, sending shivers of his own down his spine.

Her face became flushed as he watched her investigate his body slowly. Her weight shifted backwards, centering on that pert ass as she became more focused in her search. “Just do whatever you want for now,” he murmured lazily, grinning as those eyes became centered on his face, brow furrowed. He was pretty certain she’d never been allowed to do anything she pleased, so this would be two new experiences in one shot. The smirk on his face faded when that lithe frame moved forward, pout lips brushing against his collar bone before teeth scraped against his skin in the wake of that soft sweep of pouty flesh.

One hand balanced kept her balanced on his shoulder as she bent over for more. She kissed his throat, nipping at the skin every now and then, savoring the unique taste that was the demon beneath her. Hazy grey orbs slid shut as Shuey’s body automatically tried to get closer, the back of the chair preventing her knees from moving forward. Irritated, she bit down on the neck before her, a throaty moan slipping from Jerrick. The low, baritone noise sent tingles along her back, her hand scratching at the muscles of his taut stomach without realizing it. A click resounded through the room, shattering the mood around them and causing Shuey to nearly froth with anger. “Jerrick make sure that you didn’t forget to……. Oh shit.”

Cerulean met with grey briefly before a dagger went flying his way; hadn’t she left that in her room? “Get out,” was the dangerous growl emitting from the Halfling on his brother’s lap. She wasn’t even looking his way when she threw a fucking knife at him, and she was telling him to get out? He jumped a bit as a heavy hand clapped on his shoulder from behind. It was then that he remembered why he’d come in here in the first place.

“Now, is that any way to speak to your father?” Those contrasting eyes were looking their way automatically, wide and disbelieving. Brethmel stood in the doorway following Leon into the room for an unplanned meeting with Jerrick, a frown splayed on his face as he looked at the sight before him. “What is someone so much lower in rank touching something that doesn’t belong to them for?” It was tradition for golden-eyed demons to choose a mate of high rank, and this demon was merely a lowly lieutenant. Even in demonic society, it was customary to ask the father for permission to touch their daughter in any way, so of course this didn’t suit the General at all.

Rising from her perch, Shuey glared darkly at the demon in the doorway. “It’s none of your business,” she stated pointedly, giving one last glance behind her at the frustrated man in his chair before retrieving her favorite weapon. There really wasn’t any point in trying to continue something like this now, was there? Brethmel always seemed to be in her way somehow. It just wasn’t fair. As if remembering something she shouldn’t have forgotten, her scowl deepened. Most likely, this man had killed the Decara she’d encountered upon the rooftop; had he framed her in some manner?

Accusing eyes watched the General closely, making Leon smirk and the normality of the situation. With Shuey around, how could anything ever be boring? Quickly, he moved inside, circling carefully around the woman and clearing part of the door for her to storm through. If he had gotten in the way, she probably would have stabbed him until he moved. Her shoulder slammed against the muscled man still standing there, his rough hands gripping one wrist easily as he shut the door behind him, leaving him and Jerrick alone to wonder what was happening.

Nope, it was hard to find things monotonous with that person around. With a smirk, he plopped into the chair across from his demonic friend and prepared to tease him for two major things: he got interrupted any time he tried to do anything with Shuey, and he got interrupted by Shuey’s father while trying to do dirty things with Shuey.

This, if nothing else, made everything worth while.


A/N: Wow, erm…. As you’ve probably all noticed, I’ve been kinda pushing their relationship a little. I hope I’m not pressing it so much that Shuey is going out of character. Regardless of her antisocial personality, she’s also very open-minded, which is what I was trying to convey with this chapter. O.o Maybe I messed up, maybe I didn’t. Tell me what you think. ^.^ Please.

Anon: I’m glad you think they’re cute. I thought so, too. My original intention was to make them have a very complicated love/hate relationship, but I decided that it doesn’t really fit their personality types. Jerrick is a very patient, perverted, and caring person, regardless of how he portrays himself to other people. Leon is an arrogant, also perverted, affectionate prick, while Shuey is a ‘don’t touch me,’ somewhat hesitant, and possibly not really that perverted, confused outcast who really doesn’t know what to do with herself. It makes more for a cute couple than a dark, dramatic one.

There’s more drama in the story than I meant to put in there, too. Like the whole Seji deal… That was an accident somehow. How? I’m not sure. O.o Maybe I’ll figure it out one day. *laughs*