Snippet #2152809

Silver - what a peculiar name that was. She didn't quite think it suited him, however. He looked more like a Goldy Locks.

With her oddly smooth hands - because she most certainly participated in many rough activities - resting on the metal handle of the fragile doors, she recalled what he'd said. “You’re invading my personal space." Who talks like that? “Are displays of affection common with all those residing on Earth or are you the exception?” Then, in a strange attempt to possibly make her feel better, he'd said, “It’s not the house. I’m just not used to people invading my personal boundaries. I’m sorry.”

He is so weird.

“Go with me then,” he whispered in his too-perfect voice. Silver was close, his skin teasing her back as he covered her hand in his. Her birds batted their wings, as if they were batting their eyelashes; each one silently screaming Love me, love me! “We have to go to Nevermore. You're one of the Chosen.”

Aurora's body began to tremble against his skin, her head bowed over the double doors before she plonked it on the worn wood. A soft squeal escaped her lips as she let out quick beats of air. She threw her head back against him before sliding down the length of Silver's body, gripping his arm to steady herself and pull herself up. Aurora turned around and looked at him, tears glistening in her violet eyes as she ran her fingers through the tall man's platinum blonde hair, resting her hand on the nape of his neck. Aurora looked at him and struggled not to double over as her abdomen clenched with the intensity of her shakes.

Aurora was laughing.

A lovely, melodic sound left her full lips; echoing in the gravely silence of the empty mansion. With one hand on the back of Silver's neck and another looped into his belt to steady herself, her lips parted as she laughed with a strangely feminine ferocity. "Oh god, oh god, stop it! Jesus! This really bloody hurts," she gasped between giggles, clutching her middle, squealing, "Ow, ow, ow, ow..."

Wiping the clear liquid from her eyes, she looked into Silver's piercing green orbs. Her lips were pressed tightly together as she failed to give him her best poker face. "Okay, okay. Serious face!" she announced, scrunching up her pretty features into a dramatic, teasing frown. Nope, she laughed. "You clearly haven't ever been to what we 'Earthlings' call a night club. Relax, short stuff," she spoke, grinning in her Australian accent as she looked up at the beautiful man who was over six feet tall. "I don't bite. Well, that's a big as lie. I do. But when I do, it's really, really good biting." Aurora leaned back, hooking her thumbs into the pockets of her low jeans. The skinny jeans hugged her figure, emphasising her small waist and 'blessed' behind as it sat low on her hips. Leaning against the large doors - the only remotely clean thing in the entire mansion - Aurora crossed one long leg over the other. The blue denim of her jeans was broken by her smooth, long torso and her bra-covered breasts that were currently shaking with her laughter. She wiggled her eyebrows, catching Silvers' eyes and slowly moving her gaze down his body.

"If you show me yours, I'll show you mine," she managed to say in a breathless whisper before bursting into dancing giggles again.

"We must go to 'Nevermore' for I am a 'Chosen,'" she repeated, covering her face with her hands as she laughed, before pulling them away to look at Silver. "Gosh, I always attract the druggies and nuts, don't I? It's okay, baby. Mummy'll take care of you." Reaching up, she pulled Silver's head towards her to press him against her chest, running a gentle hand over his soft hair.

"Oh, you poor, poor thing. If you wanted to be a Leftover, you could've just said so. What is it? Coke? Weed? Dope? Opium? Ecstasy?" Aurora smiled brighter as she decided, "I like ecstasy."

"I'm sorry to disappoint, love," she said, releasing Silver from her chest to look levelly into his eyes with both arms wrapped around the back of his neck, "But I'm not Tinker Bell - unless that's what you're into - I'm a human lady. A particularly hot one, if I may say so myself," Modest. Very modest. "But an ordinary person, nonetheless. Is this some sort of weird modelling contract? Because I've never done fantasy."

"Unless I'm the crazy one here and I'm actually dead in some gutter after a severe relapse and you're my Angel," she whispered against his neck, "In that case, please.

"Take me."