The Best Part is Falling

His name on her lips caused his his loins to tighten painfully. She was beautiful, graceful, innocent. D'artagnan wouldn't lie, he had had his fair share of women, some in which he had never stooped so low as to even look at and others that were goddesses among men but Michelle, she was her own classification of perfection. The dress fell from her slender form allowing the Djinn to glance at her flawless form.

She was nervous, of course she was, in her religion she was doing a very bad thing. A sin that was unforgiven by the church. That fact alone should have pulled him out of his lustful stupor and sent her home but he was too far gone. He wanted her, badly. The bulge in his nether regions should have given that away as clear as day. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt he allowed the silk fabric to fall gracefully off his shoulders and into the pile of ever growing clothing. He, unlike some other fae he knew, did not have bulging muscles, tanned skin and rock hard abs. No, he was lean, with broad shoulders, pale skin and a slight muscular frame.He was beautiful as all fae are, just not a hulking beast.

At her words a smile broke out on his thin lips. He would have to be careful with her, she was fragile and innocent with no experience in this field and it was her first time. It should be special. With a snap of his fingers, candles appeared in the room giving it a soft warm glow, somewhere classical music drifted into the room. Rose petals from an unknown source rained down on them coating the bed in red and white petals. Magical, her first time would be magic.

His lips met hers once again, soft and tender but with enough passion behind it to express his feelings for her without words. His hands traveled the length of her sides, ghosting over the flesh to form goosebumps in their wake. He broke away from her lips and traveled down her body his lips leaving butterfly kisses as he traveled. He kissed the tops of her rounded breasts, down her cleavage over the flat surface of her stomach. She was beautiful, a vision. He felt as if he shouldn't even look upon her for her beauty.

"I will be gentle. he whispered huskily as his fingers expertly unfastened the hooks of her bra and slid it from her form. "I promise."

D'artagnan found Michelle's shyness adorable. Yes he had been with women with experience but sometimes the innocent ones were better. Her fingers danced across his skin causing him to take in a sharp intake of air to hold back the groan that threatened to spill from his lips. He was glad that she liked his little romantic trick. It put her at ease, though her nervousness was not completely gone it was better than her staring at him like a deer in headlights.

She was a beautiful woman, in every possible way. Slowly he lowered his head to her breast and wrapped his lips around the perked pink nipple. His tongue ran over the erected soft spot gently careful not to get to carried away with himself. He had to keep in mind that she was new to this and take it slow. Though the ever growing strain in his pants was becoming a bit bothersome. His arousal pressed against her thigh while he laid between her legs his lips firmly sucking on her breast and his hand slithering down her body to touch the soft cotton covering her hidden jewel.

His fingers expertly applied pressure and rolled his fingers in a circle while his teeth scraped against her nipple. After a moment he switched to give her other breast much needed attention and rolled his hips against her groaning huskily at the pleasure he was experiencing. Her words made him pause in his actions. The fae tilted his head slightly confused by her words. Did she want to stop? Please by all the gods in the universe don't let her want to stop. But after a moment he understood why she was apologizing and moved up her body gently carassing her cheek with his fingers. "You have nothing to apologize for. You are perfect exactly as you are.

Her soft menstartions on his person was driving him insane. His arousal throbbed painful demanding to be released from it's prision but he fought against it, this was her night. A night of passion and beginnings. He would not ravage her like some barbarian...that would come later.

Hooking his fingers under the thin sides of her panties D'artagnan used his legs to lift her hips ever so slightly and slide the fabric down her milky thighs, pass her legs and finally off her feet. There below him stood a thing of true beauty. Men would kill to see a woman like this at least once in their life time and here she was in his bed mewing at his touch. This was the best night of his life.

Lowering himself down her body he let the tip of his tongue slid down her body until he was between her heavenly thighs. He kissed the soft skin of her thigh, and used his hands to gently move up the length of her legs until his thumb pressed against her sweet spot. Hearing her moan was music to his ears and he wanted to hear more of her magical orchestra.As his fingers danced over her crowning jewel he lowered his head and let his tonge dance between her velvet folds taking her essence.

It took everything within him not to release him throbbing shaft and stroke himself. He had never wanted...no...he had never needed someone so much in his life. It hurt him to imagine life without Michelle. She tasted as sweet as she seemed. Closing his eyes he wrapped he pushed her legs apart further and began to suck and lick on the warmth between her legs his throat vibrating from the moan that escaped him. This had to be heaven...they must have died in that labyrinth and this was heaven.

Her moaning was music to his ears and drove him onward. He slipped his arms under her legs and pulled her hips closer to him his tongue diving into her depth. She tasted sweet, sweeter than any elixir he had ever had. He groaned deeply and sucked hard on her hidden gem to bring her to her release.

D'artagnan rose from her body, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Unbuckling his belt he slipped the black leather from around his waist and tossed it to the floor. His boots were next followed by his socks. Then, finally her removed his pants, much to the happiness of his very painfully aroused shaft that throbbed angrily as it stood erected in all it's glory.

Michelle had probably never even seen one of these before in her life and D'artagnan was not a small man not by any means. Taking her hand he pulled Michelle up from her sitting position and kissed each of her fingers gently then moved her her palm and to her wrist each kissed laced with passion and need. "Touch me Michelle." he whispered huskily placing her hand on his racing heart.

D'artagnan's eyes rolled backwards when she touched his body. Sparks of their magic battled unknowningly between the two fae causing D'artagnan's eyes to flare a bright silver color as it battled for dominance over the unicorn. He tilted his neck to allow her better access and moved his hands up her glorious body his thumbs brushing pass her rounded breast and up her shoulders to weave into her hair. He moaned loudly much more so than he had intended. No one had made him fell this wonderful before, every fiber of his being was standing on end in anticipation.

"That is where you are wrong little one. he whispered huskily licking the outer shell of her ear. Kneeling on the bed he moved her back onto the pulsh pillow. His bed was now a sea of red and white rose petals that were cool to the touch on their bareskin. "You are the perfect one. So very perfect." The djinn braced his weight on his arms above her head and pressed his body against hers enjoying the feeling of bare flesh against his.

His shaft rubbed against her warmth easily gliding in between her velvet folds from her earlier release. His long platnium blond hair fell over his shoulders and brushed against her collar bone as he moved slowly, prolonging the euphoric feeling exploding in his stomach. He gently pressed the head of his shaft against her entrance his eyes finding hers. "Are you ready?" he asked kissing her jaw and neck softly.

D'artagnan shifted his hips when she answered his question with trembling words. She was scared, of course she was, anyone would be if this was their first time and had no experience in such a thing at all. But that made it more special to know that he was the only one who has or ever will touch her in such a way. It was exhilerating. Pushing his hips forward he paused when the head entered her and kissed her lips softly. "It will hurt...but only for a moment." he whispered against her lips.

It always hurt the first time, but he wanted to warn her. If he had broken her innocence without telling her it would probably end badly. At least now she could prepare herself. He waited a few moments before with one swift movement burried himself inside of his magical princess. His fists balled in the cover of the pillows a deep groan coming from his lips. The Djinn pulled his lip between his teeth and stilled his movements knowing that she would be in pain. Hopefully she wouldn't leave a shark bite like Tristian had done to Khalid, though he wore it around like a badge from war.

His body trembled above hers, holding completely still within her warmth. Slowly opening his eyes he gazed down at her and gently moved her golden hair from her face, "Are you alright?" he asked in a whisper keeping his body completely still, when she moved he would but until then he would stay still even if it was killing him on the inside.

Her walls clamped down on him and he nearly gasped at the sensation. It was getting harder to hold still when she felt so warm and tight around him. He kissed her checks, neck, lips and forehead gently to try and get her mind off of the pain. He had taken many innocence from women and not really cared but Michelle was different. He didn't want to see her pain at all, especially by something he did but this pain was inevitable.

A deep throaty groan came from him when her nails dug into her his shoulders, his hips moved forward burying himself further into her sheath. "Relax my love." he whispered running his hand over her sides and to her thigh pulling them up to rest on his hips. "Breathe." if she were any tighter she might have cut off circulation. When she finally began to relax he slowly moved his back to withdraw from her warmth before pushing forwards again slowly pushing his shaft deeper and deeper into her with every thrust.

His face rested in the crook of her neck, his hot breath dancing over her skin, grabbing her thighs he lifted her hips to meet his thrusts soft moans and grunts coming from him as pleasure beyond his wildest dreams shook through his body. He picked up his pace but kept his thrusts gentle to give her time to adjust to the sensation. He couldn't imagine himself sleeping with anyone ever again if sex with Michelle would be like this forever.

D'artagnan let out a long low groan a thin sheet of sweat beginning to form on his skin. Her body was a wonderland (yes I totally went there). Every thrust moved deeper into her, every thrust was a different wave of pleasure. If there was a heaven, D'artagnan was definitely in it now. Leaning up he pulled Michelle with him, his mouth met her breasts again, bringing her nipple into his mouth he sucked hard on it. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her up only to slam her down on his throbbing erection.

His pace quickened, opening his eyes he gazed at Michelle's angelic face, the sight of her pleasured expression brought a smile to his face. Sliding his thighs over his arms he lifted her legs and rolled his hips. It was hard for him to continue being gentle when all he wanted to was to pound into her. Still he controlled himself and kissed her neck enjoying the sound of his name on her plump lips.

"Ah, gods Michelle. the djinn hissed digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. He could feel himself coming close to his release. Though he was surprised he had lasted this long, it had been nearly a century since D'artagnan had last slept with a woman and with Michelle feeling like paradise on Earth he thanked his lucky stars. He couldn't get enough of her, he wanted more, needed more.

He kissed her with fevered passion his tongue waging battle with hers for dominance. It wouldn't be long until his release, but she needed to reach hers first. Her words were all he needed to continue on. Lifting her up he pushed her back on the bed and lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders. Grabbing her hips he lifted them from the bed and began to thrust harder and faster into her. Words could not describe the feeling that was coursing through his system. D'artagnan's mouth fell open, taking in deep gasps of air while he pounded into her tiny body.

D'artagnan's hands grasped her hips tightly leaving small imprints of her fingers along her skin. Her hair clung to his body like second skin as he thrusted into his woman. She was close he could feel it, her walls had already began to tighten around his shaft drawing him further and further into her. After a few more strokes her walls contracted around him signaling her release and it wasn't by a few seconds more than he followed after spilling his seed deep within her womb. He let out a loud moan and braced his arms above her head his chest heaving in and out in deep pants. His body shook from his intense release.

Kissing lips he lowered himself to lay on her chest, his body completely wore out from their intense night. His eyes were heavy, his body tired. Closing his eyes he gently kissed her chest and laid his head down listening the the rapid beating of his heart. "I love you Michelle." he whispered as the Djinn fell into a welcomed sleep.

Wrinkle stood outside of his master's bedroom staring at the wood of the door in disbelief. OH this was bad...very very bad. The elders will not be happy about this. It was his job to report to them if anything dramatic happened with Michelle but if he did then Michelle would be taken away and then the Master would be very upset. What should he do? Oh dear...

D'artagnan slept better than he had in centuries. He had moved off of Michelle during the night and drew her close him. His arm was tossed over her hip and his head was resting lightly on hers. The blankets magically placed themselves over the sleeping pair and the candles dimmed until going out completely. It was a scene frozen in time, two lovers wrapped in each others arms without a care in the world.

The sun's golden rays drifted into the Djinn's bedroom, the white and red rose petals on the ground reflected the honey colored light. The medium sized antique clock chimmed on the wall, a small doll twirled out of the opening and spun around the outside of the clock chimming a soft melody. D'artagnan took in a deep breath and opened his eyes slowly, his hand coming to push his hair from his face. Squiting his eyes he looked at the clock and groaned. It was too early! Tilting his head down he looked at the little golden haired woman in his arms and smiled. She looked beautiful asleep, peaceful.

He honestly didn't want to leave the bed, but he had a class today. If he didn't show up, Evelyn would tan his hide and besides he wanted to talk to her about the demon incident. As gently as he could not to wake her he rose from bed and covered her nude form. Leaning forward he kissed her gently on the cheek and headed out of his room, magically cleaning himself and shimmering into his human appearance. Wrinkle was waiting for him downstairs but he ignored him and simple slipped his coat over his shoulders. "Wrinkle not tell Elders...he didn't." D'artagnan instantly froze in mid motion of putting on his jacket.

Turning he looked back at the little forest creature who stood on the arm of the couch to be at a better height to see D'artagnan. The Djinn stepped forward glaring down at the forest creature who, for once, stared at him bravely in his eyes. "Could have, but he didn't. Wrinkle know what Elders would do to Misha...he does. Protect her he will." D'artagnan's gaze softened as he bent down to the creature's eye level. "That's all I want to do as well." Wrinkle nodded slowly, his ears bobbing too and fro and he did. D'artagnan rose again and grabbed his suit case. "If master hurts her, Wrinkle will kill him." D'artagnan looked at the creature one last time and smiled, "If I hurt her I'll kill myself."

Wrinkle nodded and watched as D'artagnan left and quickly ran to the kitchen. He made Michelle a grand breakfast, no doubt she'd be hungry after everything that happened last night. Making his way to his masters room he opened the door slowly and peaked in at the sleeping unicorn. Climbing up onto the bed, while balancing the tray of food between his long ears, he placed the tray on the end of the bed and gently nudged Michelle. "Misha must wake for breakfast...master will be quite cross if she does not eat." He turned to look grab the tray and saw as a magical bouquet of roses and lily's appeared on the dresser with a little card that said, in D'artagnan' signiture, "I love you, see you later tonight." Wrinkle had no doubt his master would protect Michelle, but in the back of his mind, he knew what could happen and he dreaded it to his very core.

Wrinkle jumped when Michelle woke up startled and adverted his eyes from her nude form. "Morning..." he gently placed the food on the bed and watched as she approached the flowers. "Yes...Master will return later." he wouldn't tell her he knew what happen between D'artagnan and herself. If the Elders knew of what happened tonight God only knew what they would do to Michelle other than take her away. A unicorn that wasn't pure wasn't worth the elders time so they would probably just take her stick her in a forest somewhere alone. He didn't want that...not at all.

A few hours later D'artagnan came back from work and slipped off his jacket and placed it on the rack. "Wrinkle...tea...now." Young adults were stupid! The information was right in front of them and yet they act like they know nothing and blame you for it. Honestly he wished he could just magically make them smart but there was the whole no magic in school or personal gain rule. Stupid.

Wrinkle walked into the living room with the tray of tea and sat it down next to the chair. "Welcome home...Misha is upstairs. Wrinkle showed her the library. Been reading all day she has..." Pooring himself a cup of tea he drank it quickly and smiled. Oh yes, no doubt Michelle would fall in love with his extensive library. Smiling he tugged on his tie he skipped up the stairs taking them two at a time until he reached his door and pushed it open. "I'm home." he said softly smiling at the petite woman on his bed.

Today had been rough, it was day like this that made him want to stop teaching and go to Europe somewhere. At least it would be more peaceful than having to deal with annoying students but if he got to come home to a very sexy woman laying in his bed in his favorite shirt, he'd get over the annoying students. Tugging his tie free he slipped it from his neck and tossed it to the side, followed by his shoes. Unbuttoning three of his shirt buttons he crawled towards the bed and over her body kissing her neck gently.

"You can burrow anything you want. You look better in my clothes than I do." Now he could see why Khalid like having Tristian wear his clothing. Oh yes, he could definitely get use to this everyday. A beautiful woman to wake up to every morning, and come home to. His mix matched eyes found the stack of books on the night stand table along with his flowers. Smiling he kissed her neck again and slipped his hand up to press against the soft skin of her flat stomach to feel the tempting skin.

"I see you've found my library and the flower's I left you. I'm sorry I had to leave this morning. If I could I would have stayed in bed with you and had another round of our activities." He kissed her lips gently and rolled over to relax on the bed.