The Best Part is Falling

She watched him remove some of his clothing, grinning as he crawled on the bed. She scooted down a bit to lie back against the bed, slipping her arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss her. She giggled, her heart beginning to race and goose bumps rising on her skin like her body was on edge, waiting for something exciting to happen. And she knew what exactly her body wanted, because her mind was flashing images of their night together and it made a blush rise on her cheeks in a soft pink shade. She shivered as his hand slid under the shirt to her stomach, stroking the back of his hair as she looked up at him, searching his face she laughed softly “You didn’t have a good day, did you?” She said with some amusement, she could just tell he seemed a bit stressed from his day.

She shook her head “It’s fine, you had work. You had to go” She understood, even though at first she had worried that he had run away from her this morning, he was here now and all those thoughts were gone. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters” She blushed more when he mentioned their ‘activities’, returning the kiss before turning on her side as he lied on the bed and cuddled against him, resting her head on his chest. She traced her fingers over his chest, chewing on the inside of her lip for a few moments before speaking “How long…do, fae, relationships last?” She asked quietly, shifting some “Khalid said once that fae are, are kind of fickle and…and they don’t tend to stay long, they stray so I was just, wondering, well…I mean, just wondering is all, because no matter what I mean, that’s alright but I was just…wondering” She wasn’t very good at this.

She giggled and shook her head, gently smacking his shoulder “Oh D’artagnan, they can’t be that bad” Of course she thought that, she saw the good in everyone and never seemed to get annoyed or ticked off by people. She put one of her hands on his face, letting her thumb brush against his cheek as she kissed him with a smile, wanting to melt the anger he had away “I am sure your students appreciate your hard work deep down, they just don’t know how to express it properly”. She felt a bit odd at first to be cuddling with him like she was, she had never done this before, but soon that slight awkwardness vanished and she was completely at ease lying there with him. Her heart was still beating fast and her body so alive having him close again, she just hoped it wasn’t obvious.

She raised her head and looked at him with excitement “Really?! I didn’t know that!” Oh that sounded so wonderful! She had never seen a meteor shower before, she had always wanted too. She then pursed her lips and made a slight face “I feel a little…odd, that Wrinkle…I mean…that he knows we…and he was in the house and…” To her, Wrinkle was like D’artagnan’s seven year old child, so it was very uncomfortable to know he knew what they had done. “Is he alright with it? Is he scarred? I wanted to talk to him about it but…” Well, she was still trying to wrap her head around the fact she had sex, so she was hardly prepared to speak to Wrinkle about it.

She chuckled “He isn’t a moron” She liked Khalid, sure he had his…faults, but she liked him and believed every word he told her. She wondered what unicorns did…did they mate for life? Did they mate at all? Maybe they just….poofed into existence or something. When he mentioned Dijnn didn’t do relationships she frowned, feeling her heart stop “Oh…” What did that mean then? Were they not together? Did they just sleep together? Did he not think this was going anywhere? But he said I love you…but maybe I love you really meant your very nice in Fae talk. Her mind went into a frenzy of panicked thoughts before she allowed herself to refocus and realize he had said he wanted her forever. She glowed, a big goody smile on her lips. She kissed his chest “You make me happy” She whispered “I…I want, to be…with you, forever too…”

She didn’t know how she exactly felt to him saying Wrinkle had seen and heard worse. What had he seen and heard exactly? Did he just mean overall he had seen worse or he meant sexually when it came to D’artagnan he had seen worse? But no…no, that was silly, she couldn’t think about that. It was obvious D’artagnan had other lovers, he was no inexperienced man, even her naïve little self could figure that one out. But still…she wondered exactly how many women had come before her. How many women had he told he loved? How many had meant something to him like she hoped she meant to him now? But she couldn’t ask, that would be terrible to ask him such things. So she just put on a smile and nodded “Well…good, good” She just had to be glad that Wrinkle wouldn’t be traumatized.

She laughed “He’s just…special” She wasn’t sure there was a real word to describe Khalid, but she felt moron was too harsh. She squeaked playfully when his lips captured hers, making a pleasant sound as she leaned into him. Oh goodness…was her body going to go haywire now every time she was near him? It felt good but so crazy at the same time. She then nodded, beaming like a love struck fool “Ok” She said, watching him go into the bathroom. She giggled like a school girl, just fool of happiness before she got up from bed and went to the dresser, finding the clothes and getting dressed. She then searched for a comb to run through her hair, then suddenly remembered Mia. Had she gone into the labyrinth? Was she safe? Putting the comb down she quickly went to go to the phone. She needed to call her.

She dialed her number, feeling anxious as it rang then with a sigh of relief she heard Mia’s voice “Hello?”. Misha smiled “Thank goodness, you’re alright” She said in relief. Mia gasped on the other end “Misha?! Oh my god! I was so worried! Everyone was freaking out, there was some demon thing in the school and I saw you go out into the hallway and I-I was so worried. We all got evacuated from the great hall and…and it was such a mess. I was so worried!” Mia said in panic and Misha had to gently shush her “I’m fine, perfectly fine” She didn’t want to tell her the real story…Mia was better off not knowing the scary details. “I went by your apartment and you weren’t there! Where are you? Are you at the church?!”. Misha paused, biting her bottom lip “Um…yes?”. Mia sighed, seeming to clam down “I figured. With all the deaths and stuff, you’d be praying and…you know…all the things catholic nuns do in situations like this”. Misha nodded to herself, then realized she wasn’t speaking and had to answer “Yes…yes…right. Right” She spoke to her a little longer before hanging up.

She went back to the bedroom, lying back on the bed and sighed heavily, frowning at the ceiling. She should be at the church, shouldn’t she. Praying for the people who had lost their lives to that demon, being there for grieving souls….but she wasn’t. She was here. Because she had sex. Out of wedlock. With a fae. Oh goodness...she had done something bad, hadn't she?

Lying was a bad thing she knew…but it was hardly the worst thing she had done. Kissing a man was a sin enough as a nun, but she had gone far beyond that. She had slept with him, was here living in a little fantasy world with him when she needed to be at the church like Mia and other people expected of her. They had survived being killed by a demon, they should have gone and told the dean and tried to help people…instead they had had sex. It was the worst possible thing she could have ever done. Now all she could think of was how disappointed her aunt would be if she knew about all of this, how horrified and disgusted she’d be that Michelle would do such a sinful thing. But she loved him…but she told herself that wasn’t a good enough excuse to sleep with him.

His reaction to what she said broke her heart and her shoulders slumped, watching him sadly. When he turned away from her she felt a spark of panic hit her hard. She didn’t want to lose him, already now she felt a ache to have him turn away from her but she had done something wrong and needed somehow to make it better. How could God forgive her for doing such a thing? This wasn’t just sex outside of marriage that was bad enough, she was a woman of God. This was absolutely forbidden. She touched his back and scooted close to him “Wait” She said quickly, not just wanting to leave, it was scaring her and he was acting so…calm. That frightened her as well. “I…I just, I…” She stammered for a few moments, trying to find the right words “That’s the problem” She finally got out “I don’t know, if…if I want too…want to go back to the church….” She swallowed hard “At all”

She was scared. She was very scared. She had just told him she didn’t need to be a nun, that her feelings for him were stronger than that. She had said that. Outloud. God had heard her. How could she have said that without thinking?! Because she meant it. She knew right then and there it would be impossible to end things and for her to continue being a nun. She had sinned, and she wasn’t saying because she had sinned it was over and she should just keep sinning away but…the deed was done, things between them were solidified and she couldn’t end that because she couldn’t do that to him or herself. She did want forever with him, maybe it was silly but…she truly believed it. She giggled at his smile and kissed him back happily. Yes she was afraid of what she was ultimately deciding…but at the same time, she was happy.

When she heard someone clear there throat she jumped, wondering for a moment if it was Wrinkle but that didn’t sound like him at all and D’artagnan’s instant reaction made her worry. When she heard his father’s voice a cold dread crept through her body and she tried to whip her head around to look at him, but was kept still because of D’artagnan’s hands. Fear was in her eyes as she stared at him and his father spoke, feeling her body begin to tremble. He knew? How did he know?! She didn’t understand how the Elders worked at all, it frightened her. She finally turned her head when D’artagnan pushed her behind him, her hands gripping onto his arm, her hands trembling. She didn’t want another fight, she couldn’t handle another fight….

Well, she got her wish in the cruelest way. She screamed when D’artagnan was wrenched away, staring in horror for a moment before quickly moving towards them “NO!” She shouted “NO DON’T HURT HIM!” She shook her head, watching his father angrily with hot tears in her eyes “He didn’t force anything on me! I chose too! You can’t hurt him!”

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She looked at Wrinkle as he wiped her tears, but they kept coming in droves, her lips trembling as well “But I-I-I have to help him..i h-have too…I have to help him” She sobbed, shaking her head mournfully “I have too…I have too” She hung her head, staring at the floor as the sobs made her whole body shake. She made a angry sound and sat back “Unicorn! This…this…stupid Unicorn thing is what has gotten him in trouble! I never asked to be like this! And now he’s being punished for everything about me! It isn’t fair!” He shouldn’t have to pay for her mistakes or for what she was. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?!

She looked at Wrinkle sadly “I did it as well! D’artagnan wasn’t the only one who participated! I wanted to sleep with him!” She ran a shaky hand through her hair “I’m not anything, Wrinkle, but a girl. A normal girl. I can’t do anything” But sit here and cry as D’artagnan was being harmed and who knew what else. She nodded as he mentioned tea, just continuing to sit on the floor and stare at the floor. She couldn’t abandon him, but she couldn’t reach him. She had nothing to help him…her head snapped up as an idea struck her. Of course! She quickly scrambled up and ran to the kitchen, her eyes searching for Wrinkle and landing on him before speaking “Khalid!” She exclaimed “Khalid! He’s a fae, so he can go to the Fae land, right?! He would know how to get there and, and, and he’s old, right?! So, so he’d know what to do, wouldn’t he?!”

She dialed his number and paced, well, as far as she could pace with the cord. The phone seemed to ring forever until finally he picked up “What do you want?” He sounded groggy and cranky, which meant he had probably just fallen asleep…what had he been doing all night? You know what, she didn’t even want to know that. “Khalid? Is it you?” She asked, wondering if it was the professor, though the tone of voice really should have given it away “No, it’s fucking Winnie the pooh” He growled. ”Misha, I got chased around by a ugly demon last night and have barely gotten any sleep and because the professor gave Tristian the bed I am sleeping on the damned couch, so right now is not the time….” He paused and seemed to suddenly be shuffling around “Where’s that scroll thing? Hamilton!” He hissed. Misha’s eyes widened “You saw the demon too? Are you alright?”. He sighed “Yeah, were fine…are you and D’artagnan alright?” And simply the mention of his name made her begin to sob.

“Misha? What happened? Misha! What happened!” He demanded, thinking the worse. How could he not? She was sobbing her eyes out over the phone after they brought up an evil mouth chomping demon. It took her a few moments but she managed to choke out words through her crying “The Elders took him! They took him and I-I don’t know…I d-don’t know how too-“ That’s all it took. She heard him curse and start moving around his apartment “Are you at D’artagnan’s?” “Uh huh…”“I’ll be there soon” He then hung up. She put the phone down and went back to pacing and crying. It seemed like centuries until she heard a knock at the front door and she ran to it, opening it up to see Khalid standing there looking clueless and disheveled “Why in the hell did the Elders take him?!” He asked in frustration, but was only met with Misha sobbing and putting her arms around him. He stiffened, holding his arms out a bit and looked down at her “Uhhh….” He didn’t do crying. Tristian’s crying was bad enough, when Misha cried? You felt like you just shot Bambi’s mother even if you weren’t the one to make her cry in the first place “Uhhhh…little hobbit? Little hobbit! Get over here!” He hesitantly patted her back and tried to shuffle her back inside.