Rumoured

The black wings

Agustin lay on the bed with Amara in his arms. He stared at her beautiful face as she slept peacefully. She was truly beautiful and he had never felt this possessive about anyone in this world. He was willing to kill anything and everything that would dare hurt her. She stirred in her sleep and cuddled closer to his cheast and he couldn't help but smile. 

He was completely and utterly in love with her and he hated himself for not being able to express himself enough and so he did what he did best. He expressed himself through his actions. He kissed her. And it was the best ever. 

He liked every bit of it. How she gasped when he was sudden, how she tasted, how her legs felt wrapped around him and how she moaned to his touch. The thing he loved the most though was that he was the only one who has ever touched her in such a way. And he will be the only one who ever will. His mate was the most precious thing in the world to him and he was never ever letting her get hurt ever again. 

He glanced at her sleeping figure once again and he thought how? How did he manage to live without her all these years? Hell, how did he live without kissing her for this long. He wanted to do so much more than just kissing but he had vowed himself that he would take it slow. Damn it, he was getting hard just thinking about it, but he was not going to break his vow. Amara is not like any other girl he had before. And he would treat her such, because she was special. 

Agustin turned a bit so his front would face her and he nuzzled in the crook of her neck and stroked her soft hair. She made a soft nonchalant sound at that and Agustin found himself feeling... complete. He stared at the angel in front of him as he drifted off to sleep. 

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I felt someone kiss all over my face. Starting from the top of my head, the soft kisses drifted down to my nose, my closed eyelids, to my cheeks. A soft peck on my lips as it continued down to my neck and then back up. My eyes fluttered open only to find the most beautiful green and hazel-blue orbs staring down at me. Oh my god. 

The tingles came rushing back to my body as my cheeks flamed at our close proximity. He flashed me one of his gorgeous smiles as I could not stop my face turning into a tomato. He chuckled as he slid beside me, still cuddling. 

"What time is it?" I asked finding my warm comfort in his arms. 

"Its 5:45 pm" He replied as I shot straight up in my bed and got a whiplash. 

"Woah! Calm down Amara, do you want to bloody kill yourself?" He said as he straightened up too and stroked my hair gently. 

"I was sleeping for four hours straight? Why didn't you wake me up? Oh my god I have so much of work to do! I even have homework for tomorrow!!" I exclaimed getting all worked up. Yes. This happens when you don't follow a routine and you practically live alone. Since my parents are never home, doing God knows what, I have to do everything, starting from the dishes till my own laundry. I even have to pay all the bills. I started working double shifts for the money when I was in my last school but the neighbours, who had found me the day my sister died, had pity on me and started helping me with the bills. I will be forever thankful to the old couple who did not let me become homeless. 

"Its all right Amara, take a day off. Don't over work yourself." He said, concern evident in his voice. Huh. Maybe I do need a day off. I looked at Agustin for a few moments and then finally decided that I will rest today. I have friends and a boyfriend now too. They will help me. I am sure. But I can never ask them for money. I still had a little bit of pride in me and I am not planning to loose it. They will understand. 

"Ok" I replied softly and smile at him. And then we stared at each other again. Ya, we did that often. Communication with eyes. "I am going to go take a shower. You can change your clothes if you want too, I have a few spare oversized shirts in the closet." I said and he nodded. I stood up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom, feeling the warm sensation throughout. 

The water on my skin felt warm and nice and I stood under the shower for what seemed like forever. I loved taking long showers, it relaxed my aching muscles through the day's work. But because my idiotic love struck self wanted to see Agustin again, I cut short the shower as I stepped out of the cubicle and dried myself. I put on my favourite oversized hoodie and some tights before walking out. I wish I hadn't. 

Their stood my boyfriend in all his shirtless glory and I instantly regretted my decision of asking him to change in something more comfortable. His back was facing me and oh my god, those muscles on his back. They rippled as he moved his arms. Is it even possible to have muscles on the back? This was my first time seeing him shirtless, seeing any male shirtless for that matter. That is when I saw it. The tattoo that covered his back. They were of black wings. I strode closer as he turned around to look at me. "You have a tattoo?" I asked him as he blinked like he didn't know what I was talking about. 

Then his features shifted as realization dawned upon him and he nodded and came closer to me. "Those are my wings." He stated and I tilted my head questioningly at his choice of words? My wings? Or more like my tattoo? I thought to myself. He shook his head a little bit at my puzzlement as he pulled me to exit the room.

"Where are we going?" I asked but he didn't reply but only continued gently tugging be as we reached my tiny backyard. It was relatively cold and the moon light shined upon us. It was already around 7:30pm, I could tell. His faced looked heavenly as if his features were even more visible in the dim light. "What's wrong Agustin?" I asked him once again but then I gasped and took a step back involuntarily putting my palm on my mouth. 

Oh. my. 

Standing in front of me was Agustin, shirtless and with wings. Actual wings. They were midnight black in colour with golden streaks at the end. And I would be lying if I didn't think they were beautiful. I moved closer to him and he placed his hand on my waist. 

"Are...are these real?" I shuttered not finding the right words. 

"Yes" he replied. 

I touched one of the wings and instantly loved the soft feather-like feeling under my finger tips. "They are beautiful." I whispered as he smiled. "Do the others have them too?"

"No they don't, demons don't have wings. Seraphs do. The angels usually have white wings but mine are black because I am a hybrid with demon blood too."

"So these just came out of the tattoo on your back?" I asked him indicating to his wings. 

"Yes, again because I am a hybrid- that tattoo is something special to me. My wings are only triggered when I feel something very strong, anger, pain, regret. Otherwise they are always on my back in the form of a print- the tattoo."

"So they just magically come out when you feel?" 

He chuckled and shook his head. "You still have a lot to learn about my kind, Amara," And with that he kissed me once again.