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Its Raining from Limbo [Farcry x Risi]

From the bed she blinked up at him from the bedspread, "It had been a bit of a dry spell, if you will. Apparently I was the only one in heaven who enjoyed sex. You treat me quite fine." With a sigh she wrapped herself in the blamed and rested her head on the pillow sleepily. Her eyes batted against her cheekbones lightly, attempting to stay awake for conversation but she slowly faded into slumber.

She didn't notice anything after that, Erol's cleaning or other wise. Celeste's body and mind were tired, especially after their escapades.
 
Silently he grinned, amused by her reply. Of course it had nothing to do with him it was just her needs that needed tending to after however long she had spent in heaven. He was curious how long she had been there or in Limbo, what she could tell him about them or her planet Earth and it's magic and of course if he could learn the foreign magic. His mind rarely turned off even in the quiet times he had so he kept himself busy with straightening up and locking away either physically or magically anything sensitive that he didn't want her to mess with or read.

Once he was done he walked over to gaze at her, looking at how her hair fell in a large mass forming a golden halo about her head, the shape of her neck interrupted by the choker, the smooth jawline, her lips which he almost kissed her on before he left. In the end he simply kissed her forehead softly before leaving.

By the time Celeste awoke Erol was back in the laboratory. Clad from head to toe as before, though the pants were clearly different ones and instead of the vest underneath the coat was a fine silk shirt. As he heard her stir Erol did his best not to look over, though he'd already gazed upon the leg that had snaked out of the covers earlier, but now he was focused on some arcane work he felt he needed to do. "Good morning... I have a warm chai tea here for you." He offered with plainly still wondering if the carnal act of yesterday was a fluke.
 
The sheets were tangled around her thighs as she woke, pushing them down as she tossed in the cot. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the morning light. After a few blinks her still-pale body turned once more to face the sounds that were coming from his lab. As she sat up, legs still splayed beneath the covers, she rubbed her eyes, "Good morning and thank you."

Reaching out she took the chai from him with a smile. Her fingers brushed his gloves but she felt the heat. She knew it well now.
 
Slightly he lowered his head as her fingers touched his glove. Was it wrong to admit that he wanted to have her, to enjoy her. He had awoken to an uncomfortable erection and thoughts of her still dancing in his head from the dream he had unfortunately left. That was almost an hour ago though so was no longer troubling him.

Glancing over he said quietly, "You're welcome." Then pausing he considered how he should address her, considering he was still trying to figure out how this summoned former angel could help him with his own issues and not just the issue of his own libido. "I know this is weird but you and I are tied together, in a relationship that is and while I know what I would like, I do not know what you want from all of this." He assumed she wanted to not go back to Limbo and to have command of her powers again but was that all.
 
Sipping her tea she was brought back to the thoughts of last night, the feeling that filled her body. It was interrupted by Erol though, so instead of happily daydreaming she focused her eyes in on him. His lips formed near perfect words, evaluating each syllable with a weight that she could not completely comprehend. Lost in his words and lips, she barely focused on the question. Slowly, her thoughts came rushing back to her as he turned to her for an answer. "Um..." she paused again, "I'm not sure. I mean obviously I don't want to go back, to Heaven or Limbo, or be acquainted with Hell for that matter... but besides that, I don't really know." Her fingers fiddled with the lace around her neck lightly, but she did not mention her lack of powers, she understood why it was a necessity.

She moved from the tangled sheets with ease and padded over softly in her tighted feet to him. Her body was still pink and warm from sleep as she sided next to him holding her steaming cup. Celeste leaned against the counter, her butt pressed out slightly and the shirt hanging loosely from her frame. After a few moments more of thought she turned to him, "I don't really know what I want. I've never been asked that before."
 
Erol waited with interest for her answer so was curious why she was so distracted from such an important question. Perhaps she wasn't a morning person was all. The answer she did come up with was understandable and while she didn't speak of how he had bound her powers he saw how she touched one of the items that kept her in check. While unstated the message was clear. His brow darkened for a moment as he considered how he should respond, yet seeing, feeling her so near and having her rear tantalizingly positioned he decided he should be honest, bluntly honest.

"I would like you to think about it. Of course this situation is very new to you so it makes sense that you haven't figured out all of the implications and possibilities that are now open to you." How could she, she was in a new world though she didn't seem that put out by it, perhaps this Earth was fairly similar. How curious that would be.

Looking down at her as when she bent like she was she didn't come up to his shoulder at all. "I've already said some of what I want, for you to teach me your magic and to help me with information about this Earth you come from as well as the legal issues and particulars of both Heaven and Limbo." At times he was much too much the honors student for his own good. But then other times he would do things like move over to feet to poise himself behind her, looming over her. "And, I would like for you to not just be my girlfriend as part of an act but for you to be mine for real." As he spoke the last two words he slowly, purposefully and forcefully pressed his fully clothed but still evident erection against her pale soft ass.
 
She heard his words, heard him move behind here even, but she didn't expect the next words that followed as he pressed up against her. With a sudden reaction she moved to face him and hopped up on the counter, attending to protect herself. His face made her realize what she had done. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't not like you, it's just I think that means something different to me than it does to you. Last night," she paused, "Last night was great, but I don't think that we interpreted it the same way..." Celeste grimaced, wishing she could tell him differently. "I'm sorry," she said softly, adverting her eyes to the floor and slowly slipping to it. Cowering really.
 
"So how do you interpret it?!" Erol snapped at her. His mind racing, wondering why, how she could even act like this. She wanted him, that was obvious, even now she came over in her flirty way to stand next to him. She had taken his money to buy an obscene amount of clothes, clothes that most of which were designed to flatter, show off and sexualize her even more. So why was she saying the opposite of what her actions were. It's not like she had someone else to run to.

She was using him. It was the only answer and one that had raced through his head as she as she started with this act. "Stand up!" His voice cracked like a whip as he glared at her. His hand went to grab her wrist. "So you thought you could use me and then run off and maybe seduce someone else into freeing you? Huh? Explain yourself?" It was obvious really, she didn't actually like him and was planning on running away her first chance but why would she admit that and not just play along until she could flee. The only answer was that she hated Erol, found him un-fuckable except after a millenia long dry spell.

The heat, the oppressive waves of energy given off could be felt before the flickering halo of consuming fire could be seen flaring up around his body. Wreathed in reds, yellows and oranges that danced around each other, flowing into existence before disappearing into the world about him. It was a physical manifestation of the anger and hurt he felt. As Celeste moved to talk he yelled, "Do not lie to me." Knowing she would try to mollify him with some bullshit to calm him down. People always did. That is not all that happened though. As his mouth opened and the words flew out Erol showed that he possessed wings as well. Two large wings, each over twenty feet in length shot forth from his back and curled around the room, cutting off certain sections. These wings which mimicked the feathery wings of a bird were also made of flame, with each feather seeming to be it's own torch that shot it's flame downwards reinforcing the image. The temperature in the room increased dramatically upon his wings unfurling and filling up much of the free space as they carefully bent to not touch and set alight any of the furniture.

Erol's eyes watered enraged. How dare she use him, think he was some pawn, some fool to be played with and how furious he was that she had caused his own wings to appear.
 
Her knees crumpled underneath her as he exploded in anger. Her eyes were wide, scared, as she fell to the floor with a soft thump. The heat that creped along her skin felt like it was searing around her. She moved to speak up, not understanding why he had been so angry with her, "I never said I wouldn't want to-" she got our before he cut her off quickly. His wings unfurled around her, showing his power and strength. Celeste's eyes widened more, her hands and feet attempting to crab-crawl backwards slowly, attempting to be unnoticed. Her words only inflamed him, her silence adding to her guiltiness. Her instincts to fight back had kicked in, but she knew she could do nothing with the dilapidating collar around her neck. Her only choice was to cower on the ground and decide whether talking would be to her benefit or not.

Perhaps he will cool, she thought hopefully, but it was obviously not likely. Stuck between fear and anger for his lack of listening to her feelings, she sat there on the floor, looking up at him. But, oh, how she longed to pull water from the ground and douse him with it. She began clawing at her neck, wanting the choker from her neck, so she too could join him in his little power fit. He wasn't being fair. Yes, she had temporarily rejected him, but she just wanted to get to know him better. She hadn't had time to say that before he blew up on her. The tugs at her collar made it burn around her neck, constricting. With a gasp and a wheeze she dropped her hand from it, attempting to catch her breath.

When she finally found her breath, he was still fuming, but she pushed through his shouts of her untruths. "For me, a boyfriend is not only someone I want to spend time with, but someone I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. Someone I could possibly marry. Not a man who summoned me, bought me some clothes and food then came back and fucked me. I haven't even known you for twenty-four hours yet!" Her voice was beginning to show her anger, she moved to stand from the floor, taking an accusing step forward. "And do you think any respectable girl who didn't want to be used as a sex toy would enjoy being asked out with a dick pressed to her ass? Really?" Another step forward, her finger extended. "I understand you're hurt, but this isn't making my first impression of you any better." And with her parting remark, she turned and walked to a place she could get to without encountering his wings, back to the cot. Folding her legs under herself she turned away from him.
 
She was infuriating. Not actually answering the issues at hand but instead explaining her own side as if that mattered right now. She wasn't the one being rejected here. His pale eyes turned and glared at her. That she was even admonishing him pissed him off even further. In fact it was stunningly abrasive. Clearly there was a difference in their definition of of dating but that hardly mattered to him right now.

The wings flickered and swept from one side to the other, lifting high into the air, the leftmost at it's high point brushed the ceiling. As the temperature in the room rose he gritted his teeth. "So you are just using me." The hurt and anger gnawed at him.

Turning his wings flashed upwards into the air and swept around the room. Little drops of flame dripped, shedding the heat that was integral to who he was. Slowly he walked away as he tried to pull his wings back in. They dragged through the room, shifting about to avoid one item after another. Trying not to set anything aflame.

He does not leave the room, after all there is no way he can trust her, to give her access to his belongings. "Never mind." He mutters.
 
Her posture was rigid. He was unrelenting, it was ridiculous to her. Was it really necessary that he explode so easily, over a simple miscommunication? She tilted backwards onto the bed, her head hanging off the side to look at him as he pouted about. It was odd that she was so at ease with his anger now, his prissiness. Celeste looked at him upside down, "I'm not using you. I like you. I just want to get to know you," she told him softly. Her legs were bent at the knee, swinging slightly from side to side. her chest heaved a large sigh as he moved about.

She hoped he would cool down and understand what she was saying, not what he wanted to hear to fuel his anger.
 
Slowly he exhaled a long held breath as he tried to calm down. Finally she was beginning to understand, to speak with some sense. Yet he was not one who could calm down easily or hardly at all. No, he took too much after the element that was part of him. His eyes narrowed as he glared at a far wall. Not able to see clearly through the halo of fire that existed within him and without. Yet Celeste was also changing her tune. Her initial comments were a rejection, plain and simple and now she was offering much more of a chance.

"Perhaps you could have started with that." He finally spoke, trying to bleed the anger from his voice yet it was still evident despite his intentions. The youth shook his head lightly as his wings twitched and flitted. He tried to pull them back in, yet they were an incredible manifestation that proved difficult to reign in once unfurled.

"You are confusing. Perhaps it is different on earth, but you don't want to date because that would be too serious but having sex last night was okay." It was possible that this was just a cultural misunderstanding, yet Erol was still positive that she was the one who had put it in terms designed to anger him and drive a wedge between him and her. Finally he closed his eyes as he kept facing the far wall trying to calm himself despite the futility against the power within him that had awoken and was not willing to be put away.
 
"Perhaps you could not press your erection to my ass cheeks next time you ask," she retorted under her breath, making sure he couldn't hear her and become inflamed again. Her body showed she was relaxed, at ease, with his display of anger and part of her was, but she wondered what would have happened if she did tell him she didn't want to be with him. Its not that she didn't, but it was just a thought that crossed her mind. It was almost if she would never be able to say no to him, in fear that he would explode once again.

He still didn't truly face her or look at her, which bugged her slightly. It was if she was just a simple object now, something that wouldn't do his bidding to the letter. "Its not because it would be too serious. I don't know you enough to be serious. Would you just listen? Do you want me to say the sex last night was a mistake? I don't think it was, but you keep insinuating that you think I think it was. Have you never had a one-night stand? That's not what it was, to me anyway, but it wasn't exactly a gateway to being my husband." An eyebrow raised, she knew she was adding more fuel, but she couldn't step down and let him walk all over her. "I'm not your doormat," she added softly, sincerely. "I spent my whole first life doing exactly what people told me to do. I'm done with that." Celeste's lips formed a line, a hard crease on her otherwise soft features, she wanted him to be better than the men she had in her life before. Why was that so hard to understand?

With a sigh she rose and began trifling through her bags in search of the one pair of jeans she bought. After a few moments she slipped the garters and tights from her smooth legs and pulled the jeans on, after a pair of underwear, then unzipped the skirt and pulled it off. She looked like a normal Earth girl now, but she knew Erol wouldn't know that. She wanted to be comfortable now after admitting part of her previous weakness to him. And, the clothes really seemed to distract his thoughts to objectify her, and Celeste was quite tired of that now.
 
"I'm not asking to be a husband but I thought it would be more than a one night stand." He replies flatly at first. It was another moment before he finally began to turn around to face her. His face was stern as he continued to struggle with his own feelings, that his wings had flared and that all Celeste had was one criticism after another. She spoke as if she was not only in control but that she was his equal or even more. His sharp pale eyes gazed at her. "So what are you going to do then?" He was honestly curious. How was it that she planned to navigate this world without him, since she wanted to be independent and had already rejected him once.

Slowly the wings lifted as he bent them inwards. The flames licked his back as the tips of the wings moved to come into contact with his body once more. Clearly the wings had to go back the same way they came back and it was no easy process. With such an inferno piercing his body and slowly sheathing itself within him once more he turned away to hide his face as it contorted in pain.
 
Wanting to struggle with him further, she moved to open her mouth but then shut it once again, realizing it would be best that way. Her tongue lined her lips slightly, then one was tugged in between her teeth as she thought. His words cut into her thoughts though. "What do you mean, what am I going to do?" she was perplexed, would a simple argument get her kicked out? "I thought you were going to let me stay here. This little miscommunication changed that?" 

Celeste watched as his wings pulled back into him, it seemed painful. With a wince she found her lip bleeding after pulling skin from it. "Ow," she said suddenly and shook her head at herself. How was this going to play out now? She speculated not well as the was now a scorned, entitled, boy and a very lost and previously mistreated girl with nothing really in common
 
Letting out a low gruff growl as the wings finally disappeared. Letting out a long ragged breath before saying quietly, "You seem to want to distance yourself as much as possible. I understand, you are upset with me. I came up behind you because yes, I liked last night and was hopeful for more. I'm sorry that I enjoyed last night." Arching his back he stretched his muscles now sore from his emotional and magical efforts. Slowly he came to stand and turned to look at her.

"I just don't know... Maybe things are different where you come from..." That was a stupid thing to say and he already knew it. She just spent however long in Heaven and then what must have felt like either eternity or no time in Limbo, let alone her life on some Earth.
 
"It's obvious that we don't speak the same language, tone wise. So, I'll slow it down to remove some of our barriers. I am female, I like sex. I haven't had any in a long time, and was craving some. You are a handsome young eligible man, I took my chances and had a great time with you. I'm not saying I don't want to take this further, but first, I'd like to get to know you. Is that better?" she wasn't trying to be rude or demeaning, celest hoped her soft movements conveyed that along with her calm voice. All she really hoped is that he would understand, and that someday maybe she could come to like him.

A soft sigh later she looked at him, he really was handsome. Her lips bunched slightly as she though, pursing together into a small rose colored shape. Maybe she would like him, if he didn't blow up on her, that is.
 
This wasn't the first time Erol had heard this. There were reasons for this and he was upset that his flaws were so obvious. He could have played it cool but he knew that would just make him seem an even bigger dick, if that was possible.

"I am going to hope that by "slow it down" you aren't saying I'm stupid." Within his head he cursed himself for still being defensive, yet her statement was hard to take any other way. Finally though he said what he knew he needed to. "This, isn't the first time someone has rejected and..." Stopping short he closed his eyes for a moment. Another breath and he looked at her, he started to pace a little bit. Perhaps he was ADHD or something. "It's alright. I'm sorry. I'm not like you. I'm not like anyone!" He said a bit exasperated with his own issues of birth. "We have elements that rule our world. Those who can do the arcane can manipulate these elements. I... for reasons I don't truly understand though there are rumors am tied closely to the element of passion, fire." A hand drifted up and tapped his chin before rubbing along his jaw. "Some say I am an incarnate of such. So while this allows me great control of it in the world, in others, it also means that it kind of ... runs my life."

Broadly he gestured at the room. "So you get the sort of shit you just saw. It's also why when you come dancing up in a little skirt with no underwear on it's hard for me to control." Quickly he turned away as he said, "That doesn't excuse it and it's something I'm working on. In fact a couple of years ago I probably would have just made you desire and enjoy it while it went on." Erol speaks as if he had done a virtuous thing in not raping her and magically compelling her to enjoy it. "So trust me, you are not the only person who has been pissed off by me coming on too strong."

Turning back to look at Celeste, his eyes were sharp, fighting hard to control himself as he admits some truths and half-truths about who he is. "You wouldn't understand. You're a former angel after all. They'd never make that mistake with me." His jaw tightens as he grinds his teeth for a second trying to rip himself away from who he was, who wanted now, more than anything to just destroy all evidence of his shame.

"I would like to get to know you too."
 
His sentiments strung her heart differently towards him, her chest yearning to feel the weigh lifted from it. He was essentially socially inept, and though annoying at first, it was beginning to become cute in her mind. It was now clear why he reacted as such and she forgave him, slightly, for it. Celeste understood the feeling of being controlled by one's element, though water wasn't as demanding as fire it still could disturb the natural peace within her. 

Her small, delicate hand reached to his cheek slowly, being slow and cautious with her movements to really give him an option of her touch when he turned back towards her. "I don't think you're dumb. I just think we're assuming what the other is going to say before a word is said." As she spoke, she moved in closer to him, smooth and slow. "I'll just know to wear panties now," she winked playfully at him as she finally pressed her rose petal lips against his for a chaste kiss. 

As she pulled away she asked, "What would you like to know about me?"
 
Erol stiffened, not because he didn't want her to touch him but he was too raw, too upset, too angry, too lustful to trust himself right now to do anything. Right now he simply concentrated on being calm, not lashing out erratically, not being who he was. He accepted the kiss and in turn was as chaste as could be. Before he could answer her question with his own there was one thing he needed to say, "Please... if I do that..." He gestures randomly to his back and the room in general, "...again, don't... uhh just try and kiss me again. I may look calm right now..." He didn't the way his hands were flexing and he remained fidgety, wanting to pace. "...but I'm not." No, calm was not an attribute he even possessed, instead that little kiss had caused a monumental struggle to not grab her and turn a chaste kiss into something fierce and consuming. To grind against her in hopes it led to more than just dry humping but while he was no longer outwardly displaying his passion it was still very close to the surface.

Still he forced a weak smile as he looked down at the short former angel. "What did you do as an angel? Back when you were a human?" In fact he had so many other questions, was he too rough the night before, how could he get her to accept him as a lover and many more but the only other question that came out for now was, "I didn't hurt you did I?" He had thought about it, his nature had told him to hurt her, after all she just seemed to be trying to stomp out his lust like a cigarette butt, yet it was only due to years of work that he tried his best not to cause her harm. Now he needed to know if he had succeeded or not.
 
A slight blush rose on her cheeks as he nearly scolded her for her kiss, which she understood but wished he had more control of his power that seemed to steer him. Celeste turned her focus to his questions though, "You sit around and lounge about a lot as an angel. But there are a bunch of rules to follow, which is annoying. And when I was human I was a doormat for magicians who wanted to harness my power, and me, to be able to use against one another." A pause came before she answered the last question, pondering if he had hurt her.

He really hadn't, just objectified her and made her feel slightly used. But, that's not what he was asking, she didn't think... Her lips parted and she pulled her bottom lip slightly but then gave him an answer, "You didn't hurt me, but I'm sorry this whole miscommunication happened. Perhaps we should retry this, maybe forget we had sex all together?" Her blush was still there, but she gave him a half hearted smile, hoping that he would go along with her plan. Maybe it could work out after all.
 
As he listened he took a few steps away and set down roughly upon a stool. His hands scruffed up his hair as the last bits of tension finally began to leave his body. Her answer was interesting. If she was so powerful how had she been a tool for others. For a moment he could not help but wonder if she could be for him. After all the reason she had summoned her was to learn more of the arcane arts, to expand his own mastery of it. Would it be appropriate to do that though, was she a normal person, or was she some disgraced angel. What was she.

However her suggestion made him smile and chuckle. Shaking his head he tried to figure out if such could work. His decision though came, "I do not think I can forget it or would want to. And I don't see why you or I should? Are you more than likely to have a relationship with someone you haven't had sex with? Was the sex that bad?" He was amused by the potential questions those he asked and the unspoken ones. "It maybe easy for you to forget about the first sex in centuries or something for you, but I am more vain."
 
Her slight blush and bare smile faded with his last comment. It was a chance to restart, forget the mishap, not necessarily the sex. "Sorry, that's not what I meant," she told him slowly, knowing the words might drive a stake between them once again. "The sex wasn't bad, but the arguing was." Celeste took another look at him and a breath. Her lips pursed and she thought, attempting a way to talk to him with out making him angry or giving him words to twist around. 

"Let's just calm down and take a break from all of this." Her head was throbbing, she moved to hold her head. She wanted to let her power pool over him, calm him and soothe him, but she was limited by the lace and chain around her neck, withholding her power made her stand on edge and made her anxious. Another sigh and she looked back to Erol, "I'm sorry, I just got a headache." Her strain was clearly visible on her face though, he could know it was more than a mere headache. 
 
A silent storm continued to brew within Erol which he hid, biting his lower lip. Of course the arguing was bad but she didn't ask to forget this morning, she spoke of the sort of date they had and the sex and there was no way to take that then as Celeste rejecting him. For a moment he considered reminding her of what last night was, to have her relive the entire experience through a release of her own endorphins and passions in sped up time but he knew that wouldn't help the situation.

He nodded at her suggestion, wishing this situation would calm down and somehow get better. It had always been easy for him to get frustrated and Celeste seemed to know how to push his buttons. In fact Erol couldn't understand why she didn't like him. She claimed to but he clearly liked her but she just rejected him over and over again, she wasn't appreciative of him summoning her, didn't want to help him in any way but expected that he would maintain her connection to this new plane of existence and probably wanted him to make her summoning to Gaia permanent. Yet she wanted independence in this new land while also wanting him to provide a place to stay and clothes. Argh! When he thought about it Erol could feel the flames flutter to life inside him.

Again Erol sighed slightly then turned and walked over to the sink. Picking up a glass he filled it with water and grabbed a few pills to help with a headache. Making his way back over he offered it to Celeste with a smile. "Listen, I'm sorry. I know I've been an ass. I think I know what you're saying but..." Another sigh. "It seems like you don't like me and I don't know what to do about that. I summoned you to help me with my magic, not to be my girlfriend. You were just being so flirty yesterday I got my hopes up. I said or I think I said I'd back off but saying you want to forget having sex with me..." It hurt. Like there was now an abyss where his stomach and heart were and it was only through sheer will of not wanting to appear weak that his body didn't just collapse from the lack of key internal organs. Erol falls silent. He'd never been good at talking to people and at first was hopeful that Celeste would be different because she was this other type of being but in the end her Earth and time as an angel left her very much like a woman from his home plane and he felt himself begining to flounder.

"Is there something you wanted to do today?" He asked figuring she would pick some solo activity and perhaps they could talk later that evening.
 
She wanted to clarify, to clear the air between them. It was difficult to talk to him without being misunderstood. With a slight smile she took the pills from him and took a drink of water to was them down. "Thank you," she said softly. Her lips twitched to the left, her mouth puckering to the side as she thought over her words. She didn't mention the previous statements, nit wanting to stir it all up again, "I'm not sure what there really is to do here. What are you going to do? I don't want to bother you." 

Celeste was attempting a smile and niceties so she could show him that she was partial to him. It was hard though, her head was killing her and her body was crying out to use her powers to make both him and her feel better. She longed for a bath or shower of some sort, the drink of water had reminded her if her needs even more.  A sigh later and she just looked at him, re-admiring him. Celeste realized she could have done a lot worse for being summoned by a random person to a random planet. 
 
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