Exton

"Are you sure about this?"

She looks over her shoulder, staring up through a tangled mass of straw colored hair. The silken mass moves in the slight breeze from the air conditioning. Weebit turns to look more fully at him, the dress in her hands slipping below her waist. Twillon fights a reaction to the sight of her tiny, firmly muscled, torso. She smiles, lowering her eyes and raising the dress to cover her nude form.

Her wings flex and she closes her eyes against the pull of the stitches, the jab of pain in her patchwork grafts. After a few moments Weebit sighs and bites her lips. She opens her almond shaped eyes, staring at Twillon.

"No. I am not sure. But the Demifae healer said that shift to larger form could help them heal faster. I am tired of this. Tired of hurting, tired of staying small when I want so much to..." Her words break off as she realizes Twillon is looking at her with an odd expression on his face. "Twillon! What?"

"Ummm, maybe you should put the dress on before you change?"

She stares at him for a few moments before it dawns on her that the dress now pools at her feet, having slid from her hands in her agitation. Weebit steps into the dress, glaring at him as she pulls it up and ties the halter behind her neck. Once she is dressed, Twillon smiles and turns away to pull his own clothes from the dresser. Her gaze travels over his bare back, noting the scars that crisscross his fair skin. Every movement ripples his muscles as he closes the drawers. He turns catching her hot gaze and bows to her.

"No trying until I am done in the shower. Promise me."

She frowns at him.

"Honey Girl... Wait until I am done in the shower."

She sighs and settles on the edge of the table. Twillon nods once and disappears through the door. The sound of rushing water fills the room and Weebit, closes her eyes. A small smile curls her lips as she imagines him running the soap over his body, rubbing it into a lather over his hard muscled arms, the firm muscles of his stomach and lower back.

Weebit bites her lip, a sigh slipping from her as she sees him in her mind's eye, cupping himself, lifting it slightly to lather his balls. She rolls her hips, shifting position, dreaming of him wrapping a calloused hand around his soapy length and sliding back and forth, his hips moving slowly as he licks his lips.
Her legs part and she groans as she imagines his eyes closed, breath coming in shallow pants as his need builds. Her hands slide the silken fabric along her thighs, and she strains to hear him groan. Was it imagined? Or was he really in there, finding the pleasure she wanted to give him, with his own hand?
She shudders as he arches his back, eyes closed, pale yellow hair hanging wetly down his back. He cums, spattering the shower wall with each pulse. Her breaths echo his and she moans softly.

The sound of water shutting off rouses her and she flits to the rug. Taking a deep breath, Weebit gathers her magic and forces it slowly through her being. A slow glimmering sheen seems to envelope her. Gold and silver mist swirls around her, whipping her dress and hair. She screams as the magic tears through her, bursting her essence up and out.

The bathroom door slams open and Twillon barely halts before he slams into her magic encased form. Weebit shudders, her body suddenly slipping to the floor as the magic fades. She moans softly and Twillon scoops her up in his arms laying her limp form on the bed. He kneels next to her, towel slipping to the floor unnoticed as he begins to examine her. Weebit covers her eyes and he looks down. He shifts, hiding the erection caused by the molding of damp silk to her slim body.

"Are you alright, Honey Girl?" She nods, and hides her face in a pillow as he gently strokes her arm. "What? Give me a minute and I'll put pants on."

When she moves to shift the sticky fabric from her thighs, Twillon moves to help.

Weebit bites her lip. "Does it hurt?" She shakes her head. "What is it, Honey Girl?" She looks up at him, eyes half hidden in the tangled silk of her hair.

"I...I..." she mutters and Twillon leans closer. "I just... came."