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Maybe Kaspar was one of those angels that had fallen. Perhaps his friend was right. Were they a witness to the fair one’s banishment and if so did they follow him? She wanted to know more about him than she was clearly entitled to. She was reminded of that when he laughed at the nickname someone cared enough, knew enough, about him to give him. A smile appeared across her lips watching him. It was a sound she wanted to hear again yet nothing between them at that very moment could give her reason to count on it. Her smile faded as gently as it arrived. She felt a subtle loss for it and confused as to why.

There are moments when even the small space between two bodies seems like miles. It cannot be explained and it cannot be ignored either. The energy is a mystery to Indigo and it pulls at the bones of her core. She was alive despite recent events that had opened windows of opportunity for her to be gone forever. Out of that appeared two just when she had nothing left to count on. Adley, who was part of the night that claimed him every time the sun rose for reasons of which she truly had no idea and now here was Kaspar.

Kaspar. She was being pulled in closer with the sounds he made. The voice of the fallen angel beside her that was so close but oddly too far the more she thought about it. If it was just a result of the events that had ready to embrace and savor anyone she came into contact with them she hoped it would wear off soon. She certainly didn’t need to be so receptive that an ill intentioned leech at the local convenience store she would eventually have to visit could be a candidate for her current hunger for being up close and personal. Then she heard him saying he wanted to do more for her. Her eyes lifted to his as if she was trying to find the reason and reflection in his own.

While the stretch of arm moved in that universal silent invitation her body went into it. She wanted it to wrap around her and bring her closer so that space disappeared. There was a universe they were both a part of but she wanted to do more than just obit around him. She wanted to crash into him and become a part of something more that his energy promised. Her words of reminder that he had already done so much were there, perched in a near whisper on the tip of her tongue but they never found their due release. Her silent wish was granted and the energy it would take him to draw her in closer for the first time was invested with his body.

The fire of his touch erupted over her skin. She swallowed dryly as his lips found her neck. He mumbled feverish warning of what she was doing, of her needing nourishment, pain relievers, or perhaps if all of those recommendations were ignored there was an alternative. Something to make her feel good. She was drawing a blank as to what could possibly make her feel better at that moment that she allowed the weight of her body to sink and form into his.

What did she need?

Nothing. She was already bargaining out how lucky she was to be alive.

What did she want?

Kaspar did ask and it was rude to not respond even if everything at that moment was perfect. If Adley were to enter or the missing whatever her name was it would be something that was hopefully visually understandable based on how good and natural it felt to her to be there. She did just survived a fall of sorts.

“This.” Her face brushed a warm cheek across his. Her lips dancing at his ear as her words continued. “You. Here. For as long as you wish to stay.” Her face found the strong cradle between his neck and shoulder while her hands curled behind his neck. "You may get to meet Adley if you stay long enough."

Buttery sweet like caramel. She purred out a sound of acknowledgment as her hand disappeared into the gold silken pool of hair that seemed designed for fingers to get lost in. Flattery likely got the man whisper close to her everywhere he set his mind on going and perhaps even more situations he had not entirely counted on. Was this one of them? The question was seeded then he was back pedaling on his perfect actions. She could hear the warning bell that the round was over and one of the contenders was about to hop out of the ring.

Distraction was a bad thing?

Her mind did a gentle eye roll within while she pressed her parted lips to the closet space of his skin she came into contact with. He wanted to know what he was doing. Hell if she knew. Hopefully the same thing she was currently up to.

Feeling good? Being human? Enjoying a moment?

He didn’t look like a puppet with strings and even if he was she would be the first to reach for those scissors and snip each line...if he asked, if he wanted to be set free. It appeared maybe she was distracting him the more she listened. She was starting to feel like she was the only one caught up in a beautiful moment.

Was it Marina? Were they that tight and she missed it somewhere?

She wouldn’t waste the precious time at hand to second guess how much so and with whom. It didn’t really interest her to know. She wasn’t about the undesirable and insecure control factor that some liked to turn on like a switch just because they ended up knowing what you smelled like when you came out of a shower...well in this case a bath tub. A really big tub in fact. The staking some claim or feeling like a kiss meant gps coordinates and check-in calls were to be expected prior, during or after the fact, was not present and lost on her.

Then again, she really never had a reason to feel that way. Those she was known to be in the company of, outside of Marina, were like minded. Perhaps it was the creative free and hungry spirits of the artists, the young, curious and free that she found herself drawn to. Those starving if their expression was hindered or their visions were boxed in and checked first for outside validation or acceptance for them to be of merit or value. If anything when it was imposed on her she was for the most part turned off instantly. Nothing said, “Find the door, Indigo, and find it fast!” like that coming into play. Kaspar questioned if she was sure.

Did she seem like the type to be out of her mind or perhaps it made no sense to him? Was he giving her the clue not everyone nearly dies and still maintains their open views of the world around them afterward?

Kaspar brought her purse back and he didn’t nearly kill her. That was a guaranteed shoo in if you asked her at that particular moment. In the last however many days and nights life had rocketed in the ratings scale for her. Of course he was welcome where he was. In fact he deserved such a place where he wasn’t getting pawed, asked for a taste test of his rising fame or the perks that went with it like missing in action blonde without a cause was like. She was not all that successful by any means but she certainly knew how annoying some could be and to the point they would do anything to get something out of her especially a pieces she found she couldn’t afford to continually lose. Her eyes crossed back and forth across his face while her hands stroked the lines of his lower jaw. Her lips pulsed with heat that seemed to rise the more his cool caress found her beneath his hands.

The room shifted and now she could see the white background of the vaulted ceiling over the top of Kaspar who was settling beside her. He wasn’t loosening his pants, he wasn’t pulling off his shirt with some assumption that he was over dressed just because they were closer than most ever get upon meeting. Not that she expected him to.

His fingers thoughtfully pulled the material of her robe back together and there was a warmth of a whole other type finding its way into her as she felt herself diving into his dreamy pools of blue. He just became stunning for two fingers moving some fluffy cotton in his preferred direction. Her hand reached down and pulled that hand that was attached to those fingers to her lips. She parted them and pressed a heated and damp kiss to the surface then guided it to brush across the tender bruise of her cheek. It was soothing as it cooled the pulsing layers beneath. He may have said nothing else but his eyes said what he needed. Space to breathe that was suppose to be for her but likely was more for him. She could fully understand that. Indigo would hardly die over it. She just found out she was a cat that had eight lives left to live. Indigo Knight was intending to spend all of them with no regrets.

“I will be happy to make you that drink if that is what you want.” She lifted up following the subtle rise of his body to his elbow. “If you stay to enjoy it and the rest of the night you have free to do so.” Her nose was warm against the tip of his own as she lifted up so her bottom left the cushion beneath while her hands inched up to the painful tips of her fingers. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and let her lips linger there before finally pulling away and kissing the tip of his nose. “You are an angel,Boo, broken wings or not." Her smile appeared at the play on his name. "Only conditions you will get or expectations. And of course…” She looked up at him. “Thank you, Kaspar.” Her lips had the scent of his skin on the surface, the strands of her hair carried him as they slid forward in her face. Her bottom lip disappeared as she tucked it back with the pinch of her teeth. Her indigo eyes were wide on him, watching and wondering what would happen next. It didn't matter. The moment was perfect. Except perhaps...

“Yes...”

It was so faint that she was not entirely sure if she even said it, but she did. Her hand wrapped around him as he settled over her so that every firm muscle of his body pressed against her own. There was something so divine about the fit and meld of flesh to flesh.

Jesus wept often. Indigo heard some of the stories. The jury was still out on if she was a believer but the more he held her down the more she was ready to listen. Was this a whispered confession of a secret only he had proof of or was it a sign that a sin was about to unfold with the press of his body to hers?

It didn’t really matter. Not to Indigo. It was perfectly unexpected, intense and impossible to ignore. It felt like it would be a sin to deny what felt so right. Who was there to tell them it was wrong and what right did they have on infringing anyways? Indigo surrendered a hot exhale against his neck as her hips shifted allowing her knee to float up and then down to the outside of his hip. A burning ring of fire came to mind. Let it all burn. Her mind pleaded.

I have a confession. I am on fire. Put out the flames before one of us burns.

The faint words never made it from her lips. They disappeared somewhere between the instant of Kasper’s discovery of her bottom lip and the grip of her hands at the side of his face. Each palm curved holding him in place now that he was starting something that should be longer than he was making it. A ripple effect went through her lower body and it danced lightly against his.

She inhaled softly as the scent of his wet tongue emerged from his open mouth. Her own followed his lead pressing further to his while she glided her hands to the back of his head and weaved her fingers tightly. She curled her fingers so that her fists had those silken reins securely in her grip. The pull of his mouth on the lower portion of flesh inspired a soft moan from her throat as his hand moved beneath her sending her to rise to meet him.

This time it was her lips that took the lead. Finding the wealth of his lower one, ready to be plucked by her own. She sucked it in and pinched it lightly between the flat line of her teeth. It was released, free from further restraint and left abandoned as her mouth, her tongue and her lips caressed and explored the underneath of his chin. When that was savored the curve of his exposed neck became chosen territory with a nip in the most sensitive spot. Her hips lifted light so that her leg could stretch out and over the back of his. She could taste heaven in his skin, feel closer to a god she was still unsure existed. The moment her hand slid beneath his shirt she became a believer in one thing. As her fingers glided across that beautiful pale skin that surely she was going straight to hell and she had no regrets.