Noir Angel

The day I met his father, was the day when Warren came home from the hospital, upset, but with his beautiful, white wings.
That morning, he sneaked out of bed, left me sleeping. He knew, I wouldn’t say a word, but I couldn’t hide the sorrow I felt, for losing his wings, and he couldn’t bear that.
According to him, noone, ever, looked at his wings as lovingly as I did. When he was above me, his wings spread out in the room… When he was asleep, on his stomach, the contrast between the blach silk sheets and his creamy white skin and snow-like wings. Dear god, those were the most beautiful things, I saw in my entire life.
I thought, nothing, nothing int he whole world can stop me from loving him, with or without his wings. So, I took a long and relaxing shower, just to be the way he likes me. Soft, silky skin, with a faint, clear flover scent on it. And I’ve arranged his favourite design, with the deepest black color, I ever could achieve.
Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m a mutant too. My name is Emily Scott, but he calls me Noir. In civil, I’m a bookwriter, and the fiancée of the Worthington heir.
So, when he got home, I was standing at the balcony, in his shirt, he wore last night, sipping my coffee. I just watched him descending from the sky, half naked; his body was like an acient greek statue.
My fingers slid down on his muscles, enjoying the feeling of the warm, smooth skin, and the next thing I knew, I was between his arms.
That moment, I cursed his father, for not accepting his son the way he is, but I said nothing. My lover, my love, my friend, my life was back, unharmed.
My lips were seeking his, and when they arrived to their destination, he was waiting for me. His hands seeking more and more contact with my skin, his arms hugging me, like he would never let me go.
A moment later, my legs were entwined around his waist, and he carried me into the bedroom, laying me gently down on the black silk sheet, which lay like we left it after yesterday’s night.
He is above me, where I love him the most, spreading his wings through the room, and I just can’t stop caressing his face, like I want to memorize all of his features, like only this moment would matter in the whole universe.
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I get up hours later, alone in our bed, with faint sounds from downstairs. I know, who our guest is, and I can’t care less how prominent or classy he is. For me, he is my future father-in-law. And he made Warren depressed.
Again, I dress up in his shirt, and as if nothing would be more natural, I walk down int he kitchen.
As I step in, the argument stops, and I get my good-morning kiss. After 3 p.m. I couldn’t say, I have a bad life.
Due to the caresses, I always get from Warren, the ebony ink under my skin comes to life, forming new and new desings on my skin.
-Mr Worthington.- I smile at him, the father of my love, while my arms are around his son’s neck.
-Good morning, my dear.- he nodded, and turned back to his son, pleading.
-Think about what I said.- he left, without a word.
Warren híd his face in my neck.
-Everything will be okay now, my princess.- his stable breath, his voice so close to my ears, everything made me shiver, as I turned to him, thanking God again and again, for sending this Angel to me.