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Paranormal Snippet of the Day
This is from "Tuition Fees." Available in INTO DARK WATERS, from The Literary Underworld. E-book coming soon.
Chris made a fast but thorough clean up, and went to where Morgenstern waited near a door behind a tapestry. To his surprise, the professor’s bedroom looked exactly like a student room, save there was only one desk and one armoire. The four-poster was identical to the one he shared with Nick. He’d expected something much more personal, more lived-in. Only the Gustav Dore engraving of Lucifer Cast Out from Paradise Lost marked the room as any different. Chris lingered at the foot of the bed.
Morgenstern had settled himself on the bed, already in his dressing gown. “Talk to me, little artist.”
“How do you do these things?” Chris’s eyes were large. Morgenstern merely lifted an eyebrow and Chris elaborated, “You move too fast to be seen. I barely make it to the foot of the bed and you’re already changed. You clean messes with barely a wave. How?”
“Little one, are you so dense? Do you not know me?” Morgenstern’s smile never faltered
“We talk. Marcelo says you’re the Devil himself. I don’t believe in it.”
Morgenstern laughed, and Chris realized he was the butt of the joke. “It doesn't matter what you believe. Believe the moon is made of green cheese for all I care. “ He lounged, seemingly heedless of how the dressing gown was falling. For all that Chris had always heard angels were sexless, the man before him was demonstrably male. Based on observation, he was twice the man Nick was. Chris want as Morgenstern beckoned him to the bed.
”Whether you believe it our not, and no matter what churchmen say, I remain Archangel Lucifier, Light of God and best beloved of the Father.” He ran a hand over Chris’s trembling shoulder. “Why should having it said upset you so? You knew, did you not? What do you fear?”
“I don’t want it to be true,” Chris blurted. “I can’t believe, can’t comprehend.”
“Do you want me? Do you comprehend what we are doing?”
Chris nodded.
“Will you tell me if I am hurting?”
“I’ll try not to scream too loud, yeah.”
Morgenstern hooked the tip of his index finger under Chris’s chin and drew him down for a kiss.
He was fire and honey under Chris’s mouth opening and kissing not with haste or urgency, but with a measured slowness as though they had infinite time to enjoy themselves in nothing more than this kiss. When Chris finally moved away, Morgenstern gave him another smile.
Fear not, little artist.” He smiled wryly. “It has been millennia since I used the common greeting of my kind to mortals. You will be fine and we will create a work of art between two bodies. Touch me. I will not break, nor will I hurt you.”
Chris made a fast but thorough clean up, and went to where Morgenstern waited near a door behind a tapestry. To his surprise, the professor’s bedroom looked exactly like a student room, save there was only one desk and one armoire. The four-poster was identical to the one he shared with Nick. He’d expected something much more personal, more lived-in. Only the Gustav Dore engraving of Lucifer Cast Out from Paradise Lost marked the room as any different. Chris lingered at the foot of the bed.
Morgenstern had settled himself on the bed, already in his dressing gown. “Talk to me, little artist.”
“How do you do these things?” Chris’s eyes were large. Morgenstern merely lifted an eyebrow and Chris elaborated, “You move too fast to be seen. I barely make it to the foot of the bed and you’re already changed. You clean messes with barely a wave. How?”
“Little one, are you so dense? Do you not know me?” Morgenstern’s smile never faltered
“We talk. Marcelo says you’re the Devil himself. I don’t believe in it.”
Morgenstern laughed, and Chris realized he was the butt of the joke. “It doesn't matter what you believe. Believe the moon is made of green cheese for all I care. “ He lounged, seemingly heedless of how the dressing gown was falling. For all that Chris had always heard angels were sexless, the man before him was demonstrably male. Based on observation, he was twice the man Nick was. Chris want as Morgenstern beckoned him to the bed.
”Whether you believe it our not, and no matter what churchmen say, I remain Archangel Lucifier, Light of God and best beloved of the Father.” He ran a hand over Chris’s trembling shoulder. “Why should having it said upset you so? You knew, did you not? What do you fear?”
“I don’t want it to be true,” Chris blurted. “I can’t believe, can’t comprehend.”
“Do you want me? Do you comprehend what we are doing?”
Chris nodded.
“Will you tell me if I am hurting?”
“I’ll try not to scream too loud, yeah.”
Morgenstern hooked the tip of his index finger under Chris’s chin and drew him down for a kiss.
He was fire and honey under Chris’s mouth opening and kissing not with haste or urgency, but with a measured slowness as though they had infinite time to enjoy themselves in nothing more than this kiss. When Chris finally moved away, Morgenstern gave him another smile.
Fear not, little artist.” He smiled wryly. “It has been millennia since I used the common greeting of my kind to mortals. You will be fine and we will create a work of art between two bodies. Touch me. I will not break, nor will I hurt you.”