Fairy Guardian - Sorry Ch10

Leaning on the door, I smell something like hot tar. Looking around my bedroom and don't see anything out of sorts and then my eyes fall on my beautiful sundress.  Black spots are over me. "Are you kidding me? Dead mist goo?"  Rushing to the bathroom and ripping off my clothes and jump into the shower. Hot warm water melts down my tired skin, and I let it cascade every inch of me.  The hot water was starting to cool. My head went up to the side of the shower, and all these bottles are there with labels Shampoo. Conditioner. Extra Conditioner-use once a week. Body Soap. Body Lotion after shower while wet. Smile creased my face, Lily is a wonder witch. Amazing. Smells of lemons, honey, and mint took up the space. 

Placing my hands on my heart. I hope they find their family and Hal can give them answers. Going through Lily's regiment and feeling much better. Getting out of the shower, a air pumps on and dries me off. No Towel needed. Touching my silky-smooth hair and my skin feels baby soft. Miracle worker. On the shelf was more bottles with more labels. Night facial cream. Morning facial cream. BO spray. Toothpaste. Breathe mints. Now the smell of lavender, vanilla, and touch of cinnamon. 

The cinnamon smells give me a flash of a man's lips touching behind my ear. Taking my hand to my left ear. Michael. Soon as the thought came all the rest of the encounters with jerk.  Not giving him anymore of my head time, I headed to find some PJ's. After some digging, found sleeping wear but describing them as large napkins. Back at home it was oversized sweats and some kind of Wisconsin is the Cheese shirts for bedtime. Not thinking too much more about it, grab the ones on top with lace and some kind of wildflower print on them. Putting them on and leaving, a mirror was toward the front of the closet and saw myself again. 

My body was always hidden. Now I was shining with sparkles on my skin. Running my hands down my ass and boobs.  Why did I never see myself and then another memory hit...

"I can only do what I can do for you Carson." pulling my hair out of my head. "Thank you mother."  Giving my voice perfect pitch to not waver. Any tone can be taken as aggressive. "Your ugly. Your hair is like a broom, your too tall, and that skin is...I mean I have to work with this," finishing my hair you could see my face was tightly pulled from the braid. Burning pain but never moved or showed anything. Just a couple more minutes. Again, I say nothing. "How can you be my daughter and look a string bean with eyes," tears dripped down her face. "I love you, but you make it so difficult for me."

Shaking myself and walking out a slamming the closet door. Knock Knock Knock. Who could possibly be wanting anything from me. Still feeling the pain from the memory. Touching my head, as if the braid was still there. "I am tired and all I want to do is sleep." Knock Knock Knock. Not thinking and opening the door, "WHAT!" There standing there leaning against the wall was my arch enemy. Michael. "Michael or better let me call you Mike. Just because this is exhausting, I cannot deal with anymore of your BS today. Let's start fresh tomorrow." Closing the door, he puts is massive hands to stop the door and now he is closer and I can smell the cinnamon and smoke. 

Looking up at his face, he was looking with desire and something else almost primitive. Like I was water and he was living in a desert.  He only looked at me with contempt before. What changed?  I look down and totally forgot I have the skimpiest bed wear. Quickly trying to cover myself with my hands and then turn to the room and there on the bed is a robe. Pulling the robe on. "Um. Um. Well. I came to. Well. Um. I just wanted to check on you," now he was inside of my room. He is so large it actually shrank the room down. 

'Mike you have been a complete bully since I have arrived. I want to thank you again for saving my life but other than that, if we can avoid each other at all costs that would be splendid."  Now taking him in, he looked different. When I first saw him, he had a pinched look to him. Now he looked like good. Clean. "Did Anna put you up to this,' waving my hands towards the house. 

"Yes. No. Yes, but I wanted to apologize for being, as you say a jerk, Master Douch bag, and the other words you choose for me. You are correct on all nicknames given," pacing the room and bringing his hands down his legs. Clenching them. "My human experience was not something I like to recall. I was placed in a human Fire station baby safe and adopted right away. My adopted parents saw something was off with me. I was different, things would happen around me. Possibly evil. Humans were afraid of me. I became a foster kid. Long story short. I barely survived and the hatred lies within me for what was done to me and seeing you brought it all back up, like a nightmare you cannot walk away from.' bowing his head making his beautiful long hair cascade down his extremely chiseled chest. 

Now having the ugly memory of my mother's abuse freshly stewing. I could see what he was saying, taking my hands and placing it on his shoulders. "Mike, I am sorry that the human world only showed you ignorance and pain. I was fortunate after leaving my parents' house at eighteen, a lady I worked with at the local grocery let me live with her. Regina showed me how to love and how to be loved. Regina saved my life from drugs, drinking, and suicide.," tears coming now but happy ones. "She made me who I am today. Not perfect. But enough,' wrapping my arms around myself. 

Mike pulled me into him, and his arms came around to get closer. What a day. Never thought two people could have something in common to bring them together. "I am glad you have her. Anna has been that person for me,' gently giving me a squeeze. In a very small voice, pulling my face into the smoke, "Regina died just after I finished college. It's why I moved into the lake house apartment."

"How quaint. Should we braid each other's hair?" a very pissed of Fey King was fuming at the open door. Mike and I sprang apart. Both of us cleaning imaginary dirt off ourselves. "He was just. I mean,' then my face turning heated, "you have no right to tell me who I can or cannot have in my room." Standing taller now and tapping my foot. Mike had a smile on his face and was walking out the door, "We will talk again Carson. Thanks for listening,' headed down the hallway. Leaving me with angry pants. 

Hal came in and closed the door with careful slow movements. "Do you want him?" Moving to sit on the chair next to the bed, "I want him to stop being mean to me. Yes." "Do you desire him," still keeping his body facing the closed door. "Hal, if you mean do I want to jump and have wild sex with him. No. Is he extremely good looking and it the human world before me I might have done it," standing up and now moving more to the closet. "Why are you here Hal? Who I sleep with or decide to sleep with is my own choices. Don't you have a realm to run?" My breath was coming out a little less full. Hand when to my heart, fluttering. Sex talk with Hal. Not a great idea. 

Then he turned and I wish he did not, the desire I saw in Mike was tame compared to his. Raw. Hot. Passion. Trouble. Putting my hand up to ward off whatever this was, "Hal, we cannot. You are King. Or going to be. Human. I am human," stuttering to get the words out fast enough. Working really hard to not come over to him. Moth to the flame. "Are you ever just lonely Car?" His sincerity and gentleness crushed into me. Like a punch to every cell in me. "Every moment of everyday,' moving further away placing my hands around my stomach. 

"I did not come here for this," bringing his hands through his soft blond hair. "I saw him with you and it did something to me. I do not like it at all,' softness was gone from his expression and determination in his face and form. "I am not ruled by whims. I am calculating dictator. I rule with an iron fist," putting his right hand up clenched with the white coming from the pressing of it. Slowing releasing the tension and lowering his hand, moving back to facing the door, "Ever since I saw you down the hallway and you looked at me. It was like lightening hitting me square in the chest," placing his hand on the spot. 

"Hal, this would never work. You threaten my family and say you would kill me," hands going up and moving into the closet trying to put distance between us. Slowly hands coming around me and I am pulled to the front of him. My head automatically moves to his left arm. Smell of pure male. "I am trying to stay away but you keep pulling me in," kissing me lightly on my head. Shaking my head, turning around, placing my hand on his silk shirt, and backing away to the other end of the closet. "No," soft whisper. 

Now stalking to me. I am trapped. Maybe by my design. "Tell me you don't want this and I will walk away and never see you again," pulls me closer with a firm hold on my hips. Putting my head on his chest as a tear leaked through, "I can't." Takes a finger and moves the tear away, bends down and places his lips on mind. A spark came off us. We both jumped back. The spark would be described as if someone with socks goes across the carpet and touches you. 

Touching my lips, "Is that normal for Fey kisses?" Hal looks at me and starts backing away and moves to the closet door, "No." Turns and I could hear the door to my bedroom shut softly. Shaky legs now bring me to my bed. Get under the covers and touch my lips one more time. Was I disappointed or happy nothing happened. 

Drifting off to sleep with my hand close to my lips, and right into a nightmare.