Apollo & Luna

The Morning After

The warmth next to him felt so wonderful that he snuggled closer, burying his nose on the warm curve. Inhaling the mixed scent of apples and vanilla, his legs moved up and down the soft, smooth length of his pillow as his hand tightened around the soft arch of someone’s back. The sensation felt delightful, and he wanted more.

He was aroused.

Shifting on the bed, he wondered who was beside him. Still half asleep, he pulled his companion’s face and kissed her thoroughly. The other’s soft whimper made him more eager and awake. Lifting himself up, he positioned himself over the other, readying his s*x with his other hand but stopped as he realized what he was doing, and finally became really awake. He opened his eyes and was surprised.

Lying beneath him, sleeping peacefully was the golden-haired angel in his dream. 

What?

He frowned as he sat on the bed, wondering what he was doing here lying naked with someone he thought he just imagined.

And then it dawned on him.

He remembered the party, then the k********g. He remembered the dark field and he remembered running for his life.

PING!

The muffled sound of the silenced gun echoed in his ears and he remembered the pain and the blood.

 Breathing sharply, Yann placed a hand on his chest where he remembered being shot – where he remembered feeling his hot plasma seeping out of him before he lost consciousness.

“What…”

He felt his chest but there was nothing there; no wound, none whatsoever. Although it still hurt, although it still felt as if someone kicked him there hard, the skin was free from any injury – not even a scratch.

“But…” How was that possible?

“You’re awake.”

Startled, Yann turned his attention to the beautiful woman lying beneath him. The other’s huge pair of doe eyes met with his and he forgot everything else except his beauty, drowning in those pair of blue pools. His eyes greedily studied the other’s face, consequently stopping at her rosy lips, mesmerized completely when they moved, not realizing that he was being talked to.

“W-What?”

“I said, could you please move over? I want to stand up,” the beauty told him, and Yann realized he was sitting on her legs.

“S-Sorry,” he apologized as he moved and watched in awe as the angel got up in all her naked glory and started dressing in front of him.

“Excuse me…” he began, wanting to ask about what happened but he couldn’t form the question. He was totally confused.

The young woman turned to him, probably taking in the confusion on his face and she sighed.

“You had a fever last night so I slept next to you. We did nothing,” the beauty said a-matter-of-factly and Yann swallowed. Well…

He almost did something, he thought as he hid his erection under the blanket.

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“Did you save me?” the man asked Alicia.

“Last night… last night I was shot,” he said and saw the other’s brow raised in his direction.

“Did you see what happened to me?” he prompted again but the young woman only bit her lip.

Alicia contemplated her words before she spoke.

“I just found you out in the field. You were dirty and unconscious and you had fever so I took you home,” she said carefully, avoiding the other’s eyes as she grabbed some clothes from her meager closet, and handed them to the stranger.

“You can wear this for the meantime. They used to be my father’s,” she said and then left. She was at the door when the stranger called her attention and she turned around to look at him.

“What’s your name?” the man asked, and Alicia turned away without answering.

“Get dressed and come out,” she said as she went.

She didn’t mean to be rude to him, but the less the man knew about them, the better. She wanted the stranger to walk out of their lives without turning back as soon as possible.

As quickly as she closed the door, Alicia leaned against it and sighed. From where she was standing, she could hear her mother working in the kitchen and she felt like she’s going to be sick. She didn’t know how to tell her mother yet, but she knew she couldn’t hide forever. If she’s going to come clean to her, she had to do it now. Biting her lip, a habit she had whenever she’s contemplating, she let out a breath and forced her feet to move to where her mother was.

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She had just finished cooking when she heard soft footsteps behind her and she smiled. The air told her that her daughter’s feeling a little tense because of her misdeed. Usually, her Alice would come up behind her and surprise her with a kiss on the cheek or a hug.

Her weathered eyes turning wistful, she placed her brightest smile upon her lips as she picked up the platter of chicken she cooked and turned around.

“Mom…” Alicia called out to her hesitantly with guilt written all over her face.

Her child really couldn’t keep things to herself. Her feelings show all the time. Her wonderful daughter hadn’t changed over the years.

Smiling still, she placed the food on the table and then opened her arms. Alicia, like always, ran into them, enveloping her in an embrace. Though she was much taller than her, she still placed her chin on her mother’s shoulder like an overgrown puppy.

“Mom…” She called out again and her mother chuckled, knowing that her daughter had no idea how to tell her about the man she picked up.

“My sweet child, do not be afraid. Mom knows,” she whispered and Alicia started sobbing.

“I’m sorry mom. I just couldn’t let him die,” she said and the older woman’s heart went out to her daughter.