The Fine Line of Heaven and Hell

A/N: Here it is, Tuesday morning. I’m at my mother’s house, trying to write the 27th chapter of Fine Line. I’m so lazy sometimes. *chuckle* Well, I suppose it might have a little to do with the fact that I’m sicker than a dog rapist,….the health kind of sick, though. O.o Well, I’ll get to work then.

Snidne: Alarm clocks are EVIL! I won’t hear anything otherwise! *laughs* Anyway, the shopping, the raiding of Jerrick’s wardrobe, and the party decorations were to help emphasize Leon’s personality, not really Shuey’s, but I suppose I work on her persona constantly, even without realizing it. Not to worry, future dare usage is in order; the lack of it recently is beginning to frighten me.

As far as sex scenes go; I will NEVER write one when I’m that tired again. I promise. I’ll probably take you up on your offer, just so ya know ahead of time. *chuckle* I don’t particularly like my style, and I’d like to work on it a bit. Some help would be great.

Avenged Sevenfold is one of those bands I’m more partial to. Although I’m a pretty big metal-head; it’s a really good band. If you asked my what my favorite song was, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. *sigh* I enjoy too much music to really bash one thing or the other, but my absolute don’ts are: Bluegrass, Gospel (Not completely in relation to Religious music), and Rap. I’m not prone to Country, but there are a few songs in that genre that I do like, and I can tolerate the rest…. For the most part. The bane of my existence, however, is Gwen Stephanie. I’m not sure if I spelled that right, but I can’t stand her music. What kind of idiot spells BANANA in their songs? Okay, I’m done ranting there. *laughs*

And, as always, your advertising is appreciated (and amusing)! ^.^ Thanks for continuing to be one of my readers, Snidne.

Alicat: No, I’d imagine Brethmel would be very happy (sarcastically speaking) to know his daughter was sleeping with what he considers an inferior demon. Glad you like my preference in music; I only hope I don’t offend anyone who really, really likes Gwen. If so, my bad. *puts up a peace sign* If you want me to be honest; I don’t wear dresses, either. I think they’re pretty though; I’m just not that feminine.

Random Interval: ^.^ Thank you for your honesty. I’ll work on it, so make sure you tell me how I’m doing on that. I’m depending on you, so keep your opinion as blunt as possible. (I’m pretty dense). It’s funny that you say my demon/angel characteristics are out-of-the-box. My teacher used to say I never thought outside of the box. I wonder what she might say if she read one of my stories. Hopefully, she never will. I’ve never really been able to define where that damn box ends or begins, anyway. *chuckle* I just know I’ve always hated how stereotyped everything is, so I thought I’d mix it up a bit. O.o

Anyway, thanks for reading everyone! ^.^

Chapter 27-Unexpected Pleasantries
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Jerrick woke up alone. Shuey had vanished, leaving behind the dress and the bag with the wonderful red garments. The pristine white dress lay crumpled, far across the room; the bag sat beside the bed on the floor. Imaginably, sleeping naked wasn’t something he wasn’t used to, but he was sure he’d had someone lying with him. Where could she have gone? The romantic wake-up he’d imagined had been shattered upon the realization she wasn’t there. Looking around affirmed the fact that she had seriously left, his mouth parting in a slow sigh. Honestly, she had no sense of romanticism.

As he rose from the bed, his wings flexed as his arms stretched out. One hand scratched at lithely toned abs as he paced groggily towards the bathroom for his morning shower. Since he’d finally slept with her, she didn’t blare out the vivid signals she did the day before, telling him where she was at all times. Now he only had a vague sense of direction. Even though he knew it would annoy her, and he knew it would probably solve little to none of his confusion, he was going to show up, anyway. He was stupid like that sometimes.

Buttoning the last few buttons of his shirt, he remembered Leon swiping his clothes. Frowning, he examined the suits in his wardrobe. Had he waited for someone to come out and then snuck in to place them there, or had Shuey done it? His wings flickered in and out of existence, his jacket slipping through his wings as if they weren’t really there. Had Shuey even noticed that last night? If she did, she hadn’t thought anything of it. Most demons had shirts and jackets with zippers or huge holes in the backs, and sometimes even low backings just to make room for their wings. Jerrick’s abilities made it so he didn’t need such adjustments.

His train of thought once again derailed, the demon moved to put shoes on his feet before heading out the door. His bond as her mate told him that she was definitely upstairs, so up the steps he went. He paused at her room’s door, his gut telling him she wasn’t there. Glancing up the lazily rising flight of stairs, he moved further down the hall and went to the roof instead. Upon the door’s swing open, Jerrick came upon the realization that it was, in fact, sundown. Glimmering hues of pink and orange scattered over the distant horizon, framing the taller buildings blocking the sun itself. The glow danced around a single frame, perched on the edge of the roof with her legs crossed, a long, snake-like mist draped around her neck, hanging down the back and nearly reaching the ground.

The colors in the sky illuminated Shuey’s russet strands, causing shades he hadn’t known existed to shine it that silky hair. Sitting there, staring away at the city, she was a truly ethereal beauty. She turned towards him, he assumed she’d heard him come out, those thick lashes draped those vivid eyes like black lace shadowing the orbs enchantingly. Her brow tilted down in confusion; his heart felt like it skipped a few beats. How did she make him feel this way? “-rrick?” Her voice was somewhat low and melodious, as opposed to the naturally high voice of a normal woman, captivating his sense of hearing. Sleeping with her for the first time had only seemed to worsen the problematic feelings that seemed to consume him when she was around. “Jerrick.” His name, so rarely heard from those pout, enticing lips. It was a siren’s call to his ears. “What?” Ice had entered that lovely voice, breaking his trance effectively enough.

Here stood the ethereal beauty, Shuey, blunt, uncertain, curious, and dangerous. He couldn’t help but smile at seeing the slight concern in her eyes; it wasn’t so long ago he couldn’t see any hint of emotion there. “You weren’t there when I woke up,” he muttered slowly, hoping he was answering the question she was asking and not just stating something completely random. Dual eyes widened, a soft breeze blowing the hair from her face.

“I was supposed to stay?” she asked, her inexperience on such matters completely endearing instead of irritating. Of course she wouldn’t know anything about romance; she’d been alone her whole life. In a way, even after sex, she was so amazingly innocent. He guessed it was about that moment he decided to teach her about romance, though he wasn’t sue she’d comprehend everything he tried to show her.

Perplexed, Shuey analyzed the man before her. He had been expecting her to be by his side when he awoke? When she had gotten up, it was because she normally got up around that time. She wasn’t a creature with much need for sleep, but apparently Jerrick was, so she’d decided to leave him be and go about her evening ritual. She was supposed to have training first, but she guessed it was a little late for that, considering the time. She nearly jumped when warm arms wrapped around her, and for a brief, flitting moment, she started to go for the knife she always wore on her person. After that instinct was overridden, the second, ridiculous instinct was to wrap her own arms around him as well. And, like a fool, she did it. Something told her that was what he wanted, so she let her cheek rest against his chest as her arms slid around his waist, the light grip around her strengthening at the action.

It was a strange feeling that crept up into her; something that made her thoughts a bit duller, and her senses tune acutely to the man holding her. The faint smell of honey penetrated her nose, relaxing her as though it were a warm blanket on a frosty day. “You’re so cute,” he murmured into her hair, and she could feel whatever mood it was shatter as he said those words. Cute. Like she heard people call a dog, cat, or other such animal. Did that mean her likeness was to that of an animal? Slightly insulted, her body tensed as nimble fingers ran through her hair. “I love that about you.”

Her mind didn’t seem that cooperative that evening, not quiet understanding what he meant, but still irritated by it nonetheless. Her body, however, was all too obliging as she was pressed against his built frame. She could feel the excitement from before returning, the urge to touch and be touched becoming somewhat difficult to restrain. His fingers found her hair, moving through it slowly and tugging at a the strands every now and then. It felt….good. The movement soothed her, but ignored the tingling itching for more. Slightly frustrated with the bizarre feeling, she simply let it go, supposing this is what she got for trying to explore her emotions.

Frail-looking fingers were running along the hem of his suit, he could feel them, he knew they were there, but his mind didn’t quite believe it. They slid underneath the jacket, only finding the white button-up beneath tucked into his pants. If that feminine hand clasped onto his shirt, he didn’t notice, leaning in to peck her on the forehead. She nuzzled his neck in return, and though he wouldn’t admit it, it was slightly arousing. A small kiss came after, followed by a light nip, before she was actually pulling his shirt out of his slacks to feel the skin beneath. Skies above, her mouth felt good. Barely there bites and kisses, sometimes a flicker of tongue; she learned so fast it was amazing. Her other hand had vanished beneath the front of his shirt, long nails scraping the toned muscles of his abdomen.

Not sure what had really come over herself, Shuey simply stopped caring when a small, nearly imperceptible moan was offered to her for her work. Something told her this was what her body had wanted, possibly something similar to the previous night’s events. She wanted to take off his shirt and jacket, but she didn’t, her sane and insane sides opposing one another. Part of her wanted to make him feel good, too, but the other part only wanted to distance herself from the man whose faltering hold held her.

It didn’t take any encouragement from the Halfling for the demon to touch her, too. All it took was a few minutes of enduring such a sweet little torture for him to fall prey to the lust Shuey couldn’t identify. One hand found its way to the front of his suit jacket, undoing the buttons quickly, the shirts buttons getting identical treatment. A satisfied little noise escaped her throat, that clever little mouth latching on to his collarbone before her arms moved enough for him to move his own hand into her hair again. She glanced up at him when he did so, pausing when the fingers in her russet strands urged her towards his mouth. She leaned forward easily, tilting her head up to meet him as she stretched up to him. Her lips parted the moment his tongue flicked that pouty bottom lip and allowed him entry. She’d eaten something already, something very low-tone in flavor that he didn’t recognize that blended in with her own unique taste. Her kissing talents were rapidly improving, her tongue battling playfully with his in equal fervor before she actually sucked on the muscle, tearing an unsuspecting moan from him. Where had she learned that from?

Before he really knew it, his free hand was moving to one of his favorite places: that delectable, pert ass. A claw strayed over an exposed nipple, his breath hitching and her body pressing closer. Groping the ample flesh in his hand, he pulled flush against him, his hardening cock firmly against her shorter frame. Instead of an unsure jerk, Shuey gave him an appreciative sound from the back of her throat, he supposed. It was almost as if she wanted to crawl into his body, the way those barely-there abs pressed against him. If he bucked, he’d just be rubbing against her stomach, and that didn’t seem all that appealing to him. Releasing his russet captives, he reached down to meet his other hand at her rear, fully prepared to pick her up before those lithe fingers pressed at his sided, putting space between them and effectively ruining there kiss.

Her cheeks were stained with red, her eyes hungry. There was a slight panic in those crystalline orbs, but it was clouded over with lust. She didn’t know what it was, of course she’d be panicked. Smiling reassuringly, he made to pick her up once more, only to be thwarted by two more feminine hands on his forearms. “Wait,” she muttered. Her forehead met his chest, making him wonder if this was her way of telling him she needed to stop. “What is this?” she asked as he nearly jumped out of his skin from the sudden question. Before he knew it, he was chuckling, the cute look on Shuey’s face too much for him to keep a straight expression. He’d known that would trouble her.

“Don’t worry, it’s normal. It’s called Lust. Nothing to worry about,” he reassured, nearly sighing in relief when she kissed at his chest. Something told him she wanted to explore, so he should just lean back and let her. Somehow, they’d found themselves against the wall beside the door, but details like that weren’t worth paying attention to at the moment. Hands at the fastening of his slacks made his eyes go wide, Shuey’s unsteady fingers unclasping them before slowly zipping them down. His voice had caught in his throat, his cock standing at attention now that someone was going to pay it a visit. For a moment, he wondered what she was going to do, but those vivid eyes looked his way instead. The red spread upon that pale face darkened, the expression admittedly turning him on more.

“I want…to taste you,” she whispered, the heat in her cheeks refusing to reside. She remembered him licking her the night before, and her curiosity urged her to try it. She wasn’t sure if that type of thing was usual, but she honestly couldn’t help it now that she’d gone this far. What harm would it do? Those wide, hazy grey eyes fluttered at her words, making her wonder if she’d done something wrong.

She was ready to apologize and leave when a hand tilted her chin up. “Are you sure?” Confused, she nodded, why would he ask something like that? Of course she was sure. What did he mean? “Alight, but don’t get mad; it’ll be messy,” he warned, a flitting memory reminding her of how many ways it could be just that. She didn’t mind messy. Without notification, her hand eagerly vanished into the pants, curling around the rigid shaft before slowly lowering herself onto her knees.

He thought he’d come just by watching her for sure. She was down on her knees, for fuck’s sake. When she’d looked at him like a curious little kitten, he’d already consented in his head. He just hadn’t said the words yet. Now she was pulling out his dick, eyes going wide as if she hadn’t seen it before. He supposed maybe she really didn’t get a good look at it, having it inside her and all. She wasn’t the type to peek under the covers to have a glance at it, either. A quick lap of her tongue had his head snapping back, hitting the wall with a resounding thud.

The taste wasn’t good, but it wasn’t overly bad, either. It was bitter, but she didn’t mind it in the least. In fact, she liked it somewhat. Considering the conclusion, she licked it again, nearly jumping back when it twitched. Not entirely sure what to do, she simply went with whatever came natural to her. She closed her mouth over the tip, tongue laving at the slit she found there, Jerrick’s moans encouraging her along. He seemed to like it, so she must be doing something right. Pianist fingers twined in her hair, pressing her forward a little and moving more of the cock into her mouth. Glancing up told her that he’d finally pulled his head off of the wall, grey eyes meeting hers and sending pleasant shivers down her spine. Experimentally, she sucked on it like she would an overly large straw, earning a buck of his hips that send the member close to her throat, nearly making her gag. It was a good thing she’d just had a bit of the organ in her mouth, or she might have choked to death.

Smaller hands found his hips, pressing his backside to the wall firmly as she took in more, an inexperienced tongue trying to incorporate itself before possibly deciding it would settle for swirling around end when just the tip was in her mouth. She bobbed on his length slowly, never taking in too much, hands wary of jerking hips. “Mmnn.. Shuey..” he murmured in appreciation, giving a quick tug to her hair.

It really wasn’t so bad, doing this to Jerrick. To say she didn’t like it would probably be a lie. Thinking instead of focusing, she took too much into her mouth, pulling back just in time to gag a bit. He chuckled at that, one hand caressing her face before she tried again. His moans were more like low grunts and at some point, one of his hands moved one of her own onto the shaft as well, his husky voice instructing her to move it in time with her mouth. Before she knew it, his whole body was tensing, a short, “Shuey I-” coming from his lips before something salty and bitter exploded in her mouth, making her move backwards on instinct. A white stream of cum spurted onto her face, her automatic reaction causing her to scowl as the member released onto her face and dribbled down her clothes. That would wash out, right?

After coming down from orgasm, grey eyes spotted the scowling Halfling, covered in his own sperm. It was both arousing and cute at the same time. “Don’t scowl at me; I told you it’d be messy,” he defended, making sure to do so before the argument even arose. Instead, she merely glared, one hand swiping at the milky substance before she licked at it like a kitten. “You’re so cute,” he reiterated, kneeling with her and lapping at a cum-covered cheek. It wasn’t until she mewled a sexy little sound at him as he pressed closer that he remembered she was probably left wanting at the moment. Settling down on the concrete, he pulled her onto his lap, making deft work of her pants before sliding his hand inside. “I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, nipping at an ear as he went to work.

His thumb went right for her clit, her arms gripping the disheveled shirt he wore as pleasure coursed through her. He used said shirt to wipe up the remains on her face, making her scowl once she thought about him releasing on her face to begin with. That wicked thumb moved in a way that had her brain running on overdrive, thoughts moving to fast for her to catch, a cloudy haze covering her mind as he did what she would from here on call ‘that thing with his thumb.’ … For lack of a better name, of course. “Ahhh…” Her hips were moving of their own accord, bucking up into the hand that held her there as two fingers slid inside her. They curled as that thumb ran along her sweet spot, her own orgasm coming quick in the wake of such clever hands. “Jerrick,” she called as that wonderful sensation flooded her, leaving her unable to do anything but cling to the man below her.

As she came down from the clouds, a hand was petting her hair, the smell of honey and sex permeating the air, even as the wind blew. His head was bent back against the wall, face turned to the now starlit sky.

“Fuck me….I’ve created a monster,” he teased, earning himself a halfhearted fist to the side. Pulling out his hand, he lapped at his fingers for a taste of her. Seeing the curious expression, he offered them for her to lave with affection, eyes widening when she did so. “How’s it taste?” he asked, the scrunched up nose giving him his answer already. She slumped against him for a few more minutes before moving away, fixing her pants and heading toward the door. “Where are you going?” he asked, slightly put-out that she was already leaving.

She turned to him, giving him a rare smile before saying, “Work, Idiot.” He imagined she was going to clean up first, considering her shift was in half an hour. He seriously considered following her and maybe instigating some more fun, but in the end, he decided she probably wanted a little space, anyway. He supposed he’d just have to wait until later to teach her things.

A/N: Okay, I was definitely late because I was sick. I got bronchitis (I didn’t know you could get that in the summer), so I haven’t had much time to work on anything. Thankfully, my drugs have kicked in and everything’s okay now. *smile* I did, however, learn something new. People with Asthma, I’ve found new respect for you. Inhalers are horrible; I hate them.


Anon: Thanks, I’m glad you liked it. ^.^ I honestly didn’t expect anyone to enjoy it, but I’m glad everyone did anyway. *smile*

Shadowed death657: Thank you for your compliments; I hope you enjoy it in the future as well.


As far as that goes, THANKS FOR READING EVERYONE! I hope you all liked this chapter as well, and I’m sorry it’s late….again.