Aidan O’Reilly (alwaysathief) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-10-28 08:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, aidan, aidan x aya, aya |
Who: Aidan and Aya
Where: The O’Reilly House
When: Night, Sunday, December 31st
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Aidan laid back on his bed, the room spinning slightly around him. He’d had too much to drink, but he still felt good, and why shouldn’t he? It was New Year’s Eve, a holiday practically made for getting wasted. Most people did it in big groups, all while watching a giant ball drop in a city they didn’t even live in, but he wasn’t one for big crowds, not even in Point Pleasant. Family or a few friends was more his speed, though this was fine too. Alone, he could do whatever felt good--get drunk, get high, jerk off, whatever--and pass out in his own bed till morning came around. So far he could only check the first off that list, but he was in no hurry.
It was warm in his room, the lights dim, the candles on his dresser beginning to burn low. A record player he’d stolen back in high school played a song that was written before he was even born, yet he’d heard it so many times he could sing along even drunk. His words slurred a little though and he laughed at himself, toeing one shoe off, then the other. Almost everything in Aidan’s room was stolen, but he didn’t think of it that way. It was his now, just like the bird that rested on his dresser. He’d find a more permanent home for it in the morning, when he could think a little more clearly.
The magic in the air was potent tonight, an accumulation of the oncoming full moon, the rituals Shayna Mae had performed in and around the house, the usual concoction of all those witches as well as their familiar living together under one roof and the power of millions of people all celebrating the same thing. It was easy for one little curse to get lost in the shuffle, to not get picked up by even a sensitive familiar living and breathing nearby.
And it was such a small curse too, wasn't it? Small enough to fit in a man's palm and slip discreetly into his pocket. The statue in Aidan's room had been meant to be stolen, in fact it had sat in the Loomis gift shop just waiting for someone, the right someone, to grab it at the right moment. As Aidan got comfortable in bed, shadows seeped out from the metal, slipping like tendrils of black fog down along the side of the dresser, gliding across the floor and down through the ventilation shaft. Just like that, it was gone and the statue shimmered just a little brighter for a second before it started cracking. It wasn't very loud at first, small hairline fractures forming in the bronze, but then the cracks widened and the statue rocked and slowly spun until it fell on its side. From there it seemed to jerk, slipping off the dresser and landing on the floor with a loud crack.
Aidan sat up so fast that he almost fell off the bed, his hands grabbing the covers to steady himself. The first little sound hadn’t registered as in the room, not to him in his drunken state, but the second was so clearly there with him that he expected to see one of his siblings at the door. Or Knox. But no one was there and yet he could feel a change in the air. Electricity danced at his finger tips as his eyes darted around the room, looking for the source of the noise. After a moment, he crawled to the end of the bed, peering over the side. On the floor lay the bird, the metal bent and split like something inside had exploded and broken it to bits in the process. Aidan’s heart raced as he tried to make sense of it, but nothing felt right now, the magic in the air unfamiliar as it mingled with his own.
The bird was still cracking, the metal becoming less shiny by the second. What was once a metal bird seemed to be becoming one of flesh and blood and things made of flesh and blood were generally messy. It shook and rocked as it transformed, feathers gleaming with some kind of mucus and then at least it was free, shaking itself and trying to steady itself where it stood. It was a mess, a grown bird that looked like it had just crawled out of an egg, disoriented and slimy. It shook its head a few times, then looked up at Aidan, studying the drunk boy on the bed as consciousness slowly seeped into its little bird head.
It’s like an egg, Aidan thought, except it was a bird hatching out of a bird instead and he watched in fascination. He remembered then that Knox had said it was more, but he hadn’t understood at the time what Knox was getting at. And maybe the familiar hadn’t understood entirely himself. Because if he’d foreseen this, Aidan would’ve liked a little bit more of a head’s up. “Shit,” he muttered slowly, studying the creature from his perch on the bed. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but these things could be dangerous. He’d only meant to bring a trinket home, abet a shiny one, but now he had something alive and that made it unpredictable.
Shit. That was a word the bird knew but it was just one small piece of information flooding its mind as it took in its surroundings and tried to understand where it was - what it was. It shook, stretched, listened and felt. Most of its thoughts now weren't words, just feelings. There was magic in this house and it felt it keenly, four other people - two witches, one human, one... something else. The bird looked at this fifth person in the house, a witch, a young witch - air aligned. It liked that. She liked that. Memories were coming back, disjointed and muddled. She needed an anchor, she was starting to change back and it hurt.
The bird started growing, its feathers getting longer, shifting into something else as the bird slowly became the size of a cat - then it sped up to the size of a dog and then... Bigger. What started slow became almost whirlwind fast and it left a mess like a whirlwind might. Where they stayed put, its feathers became black fabric and hair, elsewhere they dropped, lying soggy and slick on the floor. The bird had become a woman and like the bird it looked like she'd just crawled out of an egg. She was barefoot and she was tired and she was confused, running only on intuition right now and intuition told her she needed to touch the witch or she'd never understand anything ever again. So she stepped forward, raising her hand to touch him.
When the bird looked up at Aidan, a chill ran through him, a combination of excitement and dread that kept him glued to his spot, unable to look away. This was possibly the most bizarre thing he’d ever seen and when it started to grow Aidan began to wonder if he’d gotten high and just forgotten about it. That seemed unlikely, but this felt more like a trip than reality. As the bird got bigger, he began to lean away, and then suddenly it wasn’t a bird at all. It was a girl and Aidan’s eyes were practically popping out of his head as his brain tried to make sense of it all. Then she was moving towards him and he shuffled backwards on the bed, fear suddenly pulsing through him. He wasn’t easily scared, but girls popping out of little metal birds seemed to do the trick.
Frustration bubbled inside of her and some distant non-verbal thought passed through her mind, something about soothing, something about words she didn't have. The curse was still rushing through her, stifling her and rendering her mute and all she knew was that she needed to touch this frightened witch, make a connection between what was and what had become. She walked along the bed, hand still outstretched, shaking a little like just existing was an effort. Fortunately he didn't roll off the bed on the other side, even if he flinched when she touched him. Just a simple little touch of her finger to his forehead and the curse changed, leaving her lighter, making it easier to breathe and think.
She could feel that invasive energy in her bleed into the witch, linking them for untold time but she didn't care right now, she was getting her mind back and with the connection her mind was flooded with information, where she was, who this witch was, who else was here as well as an understanding of the current language and technology. She also started to feel more human, more than just a breeze or a bird, more than just whispers in the forest.
Aidan flinched when she touched him, her magic rolling through him like an electric shock, something he’d never experienced on his end. It left his skin hot and tingling as his heart continued to pound, unsure of what he should do or say, or if this was even real. It felt real, that was for damn sure. “What are you?” he whispered when he found his voice. She hadn’t hurt him or made a move to attack him. All she’d done was touch him, something that in retrospect shouldn’t have resulted in him pressed up against the headboard like a scared animal. His brain tried to tell him she was just a girl, but he knew she was more than that. She’d been an inanimate object moments before, so things could change in an instant.
The reality of her situation was arranging itself like pieces of a puzzle. It was winter, it was cold outside but she didn't have to go outside in order to get clean because there was running water in the house. Warm running water. God she wanted to be clean. She was tired and frustrated but slowly feeling herself come back. It was like waking up disoriented, the universe didn't make sense for a minute, dream logic still prevailed but it was settling. She opened her mouth to speak, but paused, closing her eyes as she withdrew her hand and tilted her head to stretch her neck. It popped pleasantly and she stepped back to stretch her back in the same way. His question could wait while she tried to find a suitable answer, one based on who he was and where she was. Finally she opened her eyes, a small and tired grin curling her lips. "I'm your new familiar," she said and it might even have sounded joyful if her voice wasn't a little rusty from lack of use.
Aidan cringed a little as her joints popped, probably from being stuck inside a tiny little bird. He couldn’t help but notice that she was beautiful in an exotic kind of way, though her dress was tattered and her hair could likely use some washing. Again, probably from being stuck inside a bird. Her answer earned a wide eyed look of surprise, then his brows drew together in disbelief. “My new familiar? But…” He glanced at the bird, then back at her. Could that be possible? He’d always been under the impressi on that a witch had to summon a familiar, that it was an intricate spell that took a great amount of focus. You didn’t just pick up a familiar at the local thrift shop. “Um… We have a familiar…. I mean, we could have another one, I guess, but… Do you have a name?” It was a lot to process, but he supposed that was a question he could ask while his brain tried to catch up. Suddenly Aidan wished he was a wee bit more sober.
"Aya," she replied, lips pursed in a barely smothered smile. "And I'm your familiar. Not your family's familiar, just yours." She was almost whole now, though she wouldn't get her powers back for a while, she knew that much at least. Fucking curses. "You summoned me when you stole my statue." The statue was gone, of course, but Aidan had a brand new girl-bird instead, surely that was better. "Your name is Aidan," she murmured. "And there's a shower... over there." She turned her head to look at the wall where she could feel water contained within metal. It was almost beckoning her with that promise she could get clean now. She really needed to get clean. All this goo felt like leftovers, like the curse was still clinging to her skin and hair.
Fuck, Aidan thought. What was he supposed to do with a familiar? With his hazy mind, Aidan felt like he’d been given a kitten and he didn’t know how to care for it. Except this was a bird-like girl, whose interest in the shower had him nodding. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “Do you wanna use it?” She could take a shower while he tried to figure out what to do. This would all be easier if he’d gone a little lighter on the everclear. “How do you know my name?” he asked belatedly. Did she know everything about him? He supposed it made sense that she might know his name, the bird had overheard a lot of conversations and maybe she’d been listening in that whole time, but where did that end?
Aya let out a little laugh, cocking a brow at him. "I'm your familiar," she reminded him. "I know a lot about you. We have a bond." She looked around the room with a fleeting feeling that she was forgetting something, that something else should be there. It was gone almost as fast as it arrived and she peeled off her dress, letting it drop on his floor as she strode to the door. "You should drink some water, you have a lot of alcohol in your bloodstream." She glanced over her shoulder at him, looking him over once more before leaving the room. She wanted to explore the house, right now she just had a feeling for where everything was roughly, at least the water sources and the signs of life. Her witch in the room behind her, slowly moving off the bed, probably to move after her. Another non-human and a witch in one direction, copulating. A human and a witch in another room, passed out from drinking too much. This could become very interesting but exploring would wait. She wanted to get clean so she headed toward the room with the shower, leaving the door open in case her new witch wanted to follow her in there. The water was easily manipulated, technology had come a long way since she got encased in that statue and she supposed that was the one good thing about her situation.
Aidan was curious about this new bond, but that wasn’t near as intriguing as a naked woman strolling through his house. He followed behind her, stumbling and running into walls as his eyes swept down her body, his gaze only shooting back up at the comment about his drinking. He’d had quite a bit to drink, that was probably obvious, but then he hadn’t known he’d be having a visitor. Again he wondered if he’d gotten stoned and just forgot about it. “There’s water in the shower,” he said, though that wasn’t usually where he went to drink it. It was just where she was headed and he was pulled there like a magnet. The other sounds in the house didn’t really register to him, things that would have normally been a huge fucking deal were ignored in favor of the bird girl and her mighty fine ass.
Aya laughed at that because yes, that was how showers worked. Even she knew that and she was new to all of this. "I'm sure there's water in the sink too," she said, glancing over her shoulder at him teasingly before slipping into the bathroom. "But you're welcome to come drink my water." It was hard to suss him out properly because of the toxins in his blood. Humans were so dumb and weird when they drank but maybe that was an advantage tonight. The shower was easy to use and the water that came out was instantly warm which seemed a little odd to her. Cold was fine but she was still pretty happy at the temperature as she stepped in and sighed with relief at the feel of the water. It was further grounding, getting in touch with another element and one that was so close to the core of her being.
If he’d picked up this girl and brought her home, Aidan wouldn’t have hesitated to follow her into the shower. It would have been a given. But even in a drunken haze Aidan wasn’t sure that was a good idea. She was… his familiar. His… possession? Wasn’t that violating some kind of… he couldn’t even finish that thought, not sure where he was going with it, but he didn’t like it. She was human, not a pet, not a toy, and he wouldn’t take advantage of whatever bond they had. But then the look she was giving him as she glanced over her shoulder made him thinking that joining her would be just fine. Aidan couldn’t stop looking at her, even as she stepped into the water, especially as she stepped into the water, and he took a shuddering breath as his cock swelled in his jeans. “It’s not the drink I want,” he told her softly.
Men were so easily swayed, Aya remembered that much, and she was delighted to find that hadn't changed. His arousal was like a tangible thing, like magic all on its own and she let his appreciation caress her as she focused on what was in the bottles inside the shower stall. She grabbed one of them, opening it and breathing its contents in. It was pleasant, natural and just a touch magical so she deemed it worthy of her and started using it as soap for both her body and hair and the cleaner she got, the more she felt like she had control over herself again. "What you want and what you need are often two very different things," she said as she let the soap lather in her hair, giving Aidan a delighted and somewhat wicked little grin. "But why choose between them when you can have both?"
Most of the time Aidan felt like he had control of himself, that he could show some amount of restraint when it was called for. This was not one of those times. He’d had far too much to drink and had a beautiful woman in his shower, practically beckoning him to join her. Would anyone blame him for quickly shedding his clothes and stepping inside? Aidan didn’t really give a fuck. Clumsy as he was, he managed to get his pants off, dropping them to the floor alongside his shirt, his boxers topping off the pile. He climbed in behind her, hands slipping onto her hips, not pulling her in, but resting there as he came closer. No man could resist this, certainly not one in his condition.
Aya didn't mind. Bodies could be a nuisance, but they were good for some things and sharing them with people was one of the benefits. She turned to face him and tilted her head back under the water, pale blue eyes studying him for a moment before she slipped her hands around his waist and pulled him closer. He was young and he had a nice body, which was another little bonus she knew she couldn't have counted on. It really did feel like her luck was turning and, despite how fuzzy the details of her past were to her, she knew she was fucking due for that turn. "You're such a clever thief," she murmured, pushing herself up on her toes to brush her lips against his. "Do you like birds or could you feel me calling you?"
He was a clever thief, but statue hadn’t been a difficult lift. It had been one of the easiest he’d ever done, just pocketing it when it felt like no one was watching. He thought about saying so, but then her body was pressed up against his and all he could think about was how delicious she felt, how he wanted to press her up against the shower wall and fuck her. She kissed him and he could feel her calling out to her now, tempting him just like she had in the store. It took all his concentration just to register the question, one would have been easy under any other circumstances. “Both,” he said finally, kissing her again, this time deeper, his hands much more firm on her hips. He liked birds, especially birds that stole things, but he’d wanted the statue the second he’d seen it. He’d needed it and it had nothing to do with the shape she’d taken.
In Aya's mind, 'both' was always a good answer because choosing between things was dumb. She was greedy, when she wanted things, she made sure she got those things, one way or another. It had gotten her into trouble in the past and likely would again in the future but it always worked out in the end. Whatever trouble she'd gotten herself into last time was over now and she awake in a different time when things seemed so much nicer. He tasted like alcohol but it wasn't anything she really recognized, at least her body didn't, though she knew what it was because it was his. This boy made his own and Aya liked that, just like the soap slowly rinsing out of her hair seemed like it was made by a witch - not by him though, someone else. She'd find out later, right now she was kissing him back, letting one hand slip between their bodies to explore the size and shape of his cock.
Aidan groaned against her lips, his hands sliding back to give her ass a squeeze as her hand gripped his cock. The water rushing around them was a nice added sensation and he broke the kiss to momentarily watch the water drip down her breast, to see her hand stroking him. He wanted more already and he kissed her again, hungrily, his hips giving a little thrust into her hand. There were a lot of things he should probably be taking into consideration, but they all fell by the wayside in favor of the beautiful naked girl that was touching him in the shower. He couldn’t focus on anything else, not even the potential consequences of fooling around with his new familiar. His. That was still unsettling because she was a person, not a thing. A girl, not a bird. He wondered if she’d called to him specifically, if she’d chosen him, rather than the other way around. He liked to think so, that he’d been her choice, though that was a little heavy and too complicated for his current state of mind, so he pushed it all away in favor of feeling good.
He was hardly taking advantage when Aya had decided this was what she wanted to do. She didn't think she'd have any trouble ending this but why would she? She wanted to feel good and have fun and sex was just one of many things that enabled her to do so. She leaned against the shower wall, gripping his hair and pulling, urging him to kneel. "I think you could do some really interesting things with that mouth," she murmured, nipping lightly on his bottom lip. "Why don't you show me?" And then she could sample that cock too because she was very certain he wanted to fuck her. She was simply curious to see if he was willing to earn that or not.
Aidan appreciated her taking the guesswork out of the equation because he really wasn’t in a mental state to figure out what she wanted on his own. He knew what he wanted and what felt good and had trouble thinking beyond that, but he could follow instructions well enough, even intoxicated as he was. He grinned against her mouth and did as she asked, kneeling in the tub and pulling her closer by the hips. One hand slid lower, cupping her mound, then slipping a finger between her lips. This might take a bit of balancing on her part, if she really wanted to let him get at her, but he figured she could manage. At least she was sober. Giving her a little grin, he parted her lips and leaned in to lick and suck, hoping to earn his keep.
Balance was not a problem for Aya and she draped one leg over his shoulder as she arched back against the wall. "Good boy," she all but purred, tightening her grip on his hair as he hit the right spot. She felt like she should have been a succubus at times like these, this was fun and rewarding but it didn't actually feed anything in her any more than it would a human. It was just good. She reached her free hand up to run her fingers through the running water, feeling the connection there, as if it caused a current between her fingertips and her clit. "Oh, you do know how to use your mouth," she murmured happily. "Lucky, lucky me."
Aidan laughed quietly, humming against her clit before he continued on, alternating between licking and sucking. One of his fingers slid back, gently probing her pussy, relishing the way his fingers slipped between the folds. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, couldn’t imagine not having her at this point, though he was determined to give her what she wanted first. He cock stood hard between his legs, waiting patiently for attention while Aidan increased the intensity of his actions, wanting to make it better for her, to feel her nails bite into his skin or her hands pull a little harder at his hair. That’s how he knew he was doing something right, when her body pulsed as if begging for more.
He might only be human and he might be young but he knew how to use his tongue and Aya relaxed against the wall as currents of pleasure started thrumming through her body, centered right in the core of her, tight and hot. It felt good to be alive and what better way to celebrate that vitality than this. She bucked her hips, mindful not to buck him off but unable to keep still as a happy grin curled her lips and the pleasure started ramping up to her first orgasm. First, because she was far from done with him after just one and she would make sure he knew that.
Aidan applied a little more pressure with his tongue, trying to hit that perfect spot that would send her spinning towards orgasm. Though she’d started out as a bird, he assumed she was human now and that she felt things like any other human. Not that every girl was the same. In fact, he’d yet to come across one that was anything like another and he was willing to bet Aya had her quirks as well. But she liked sex and that was good enough for him at the moment, sure the rest would come in time. For the moment, it was all he could do to maintain coordination, his tongue working with his finger, wanting to make it as good as possible so she’d come back for more.
It was the one thing that was good about having a body, the pleasure was unlike anything she could conjure up when she didn't inhabit one and while there were many things that were out of her control - much to her chagrin - this wasn't. Pleasure pooled in her belly, sending shivers and spasms through the rest of her form and she laughed with delight before losing herself in the sensation, crying out as orgasm took her over - the first of many. Oh this was a good little human, maybe she wouldn't be insufferable to him or too vindictive, not just yet, he was so eager and willing, possibly stupidly so but what did Aya care if he was smart or stupid? He was pretty and he just made her come even if he knew nothing about who or what she was. She laughed again, going slack against the wall, her grip loosening in his hair. "More," she slurred, almost drunkenly. She wasn't done yet.
Aidan hummed in approval as he felt her spasm around his finger, but continued to lick and suck on her clit until he thought she was through. At that point, he pulled back and looked up at her, her request earning a small frown. His knees were beginning to hurt, his cock was hard and dripping, begging for attention, and he was tired of licking pussy. “I wanna fuck you,” he told her, wiping a hand across his mouth as he rose to his feet. He wouldn’t demand it--even drunk he wasn’t an asshole--but there was no way she was going to get more if he didn’t get a little something himself. They could stay there, in the shower, fucking till the water went cold for all he cared, or they could move to the bedroom and soak his sheets. But he wanted her in some form or fashion or he was going to take matters into his own hands and do it himself.
She tilted her head, watching him with a lazy smile. "I know you do," she all but purred at him and she wanted it too - to a point. He was drunk, he wouldn't last long, she remembered what boys were like and suddenly she just didn't feel like doing this anymore. She wanted him on his knees right there in the shower but he was getting greedy so that wasn't going to happen so she leaned in against him, brushing her lips against his in a teasing not-quite-kiss. "Go wait for me in bed," she murmured. "And I will be there in just a minute." She wouldn't be, she had already decided that now. She wanted to stay in this shower for a while, whether the water got cold or not, then explore the house and its surroundings. She wanted to taste and smell things, really enjoy her new found freedom and not deal with a drunken, horny boy. It was easy too. If he refused to leave - she would leave first and then she would mislead him while she went back to the shower and enjoyed the water. She was pretty sure she could still do that, mislead people, make them step through doorways and find themselves in a different room than they thought they were entering. Maybe she'd send him straight to his room, maybe she'd let him be lost for a while just for the laugh. It had been a while.
He was the slightest bit disappointed that they couldn’t do it there in the shower, even though he knew he was drunk enough that any sort of acrobatics would land him on his ass. It was just warm there, and she was there, and the thought of getting out of the water wasn’t near as appealing as staying in it. Still, Aidan would do as she asked if it meant getting laid, because he was a nice guy and nice guys didn’t demand sex on their terms. “Kay,” he said, giving her bottom lip a little nip. “Don’t be long,” he added, then stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. He imagined she wanted to wash her hair or something, so he could lounge around on the bed until she finished. He dried himself off as he headed back to his room, his body still humming in anticipation. Good things were always worth the wait.
For a brief moment Aya almost changed her mind because he looked fine as hell when he walked away, but then her curiosity got the better of her and that need to roam and explore flared up like never before. Everything had changed so much and, while it felt natural to her thanks to her link to the witch, she still remembered enough that it was all fascinating. She could feel Aidan's presence as it moved through the house and, once he was in the bedroom, she made sure his door out wouldn't lead anywhere but back to his room for the duration of the night - just in case he came after her. Fae magic could be terribly limited, but her knack for making people get lost had only failed her once and that was against a coven full of witches. Oh. Right. She supposed she should watch her step and maybe even feel resentful of the witches living in this house but.. It had been a long time and while she couldn't remember fully what she'd done to deserve her curse, she knew it had been worse than meddling with a door or two. It wasn't really in her nature to think too hard about it or learn from her mistakes for that matter. She was just happy she was out and fully intent on enjoying her shower, even after the water started running cold.
Aidan finished drying off, then climbed into bed, his hand lightly stroking his cock as he waited. And waited. And waited until he wondered if she was coming back to join him. He rose from the bed, his steps wobbly from all the booze as he made his way to the bedroom door. He could still hear the shower running and he opened the door, stepping out into what should have been the hallway, instead finding him back in his room. Aidan frowned and looked at the door behind him, at first wondering if he’d maybe turned his back on it and never opened it at all, yet when he walked through he was right back where he started. Again he tried, this time slamming the door behind him. “Fuck!” he cursed, then kicked the door, a decision he immediately regretted. Cringing in pain, he hobbled over to the bed and collapsed upon it, no longer all that certain he even wanted to jerk off. It was just too weird, the whole damn thing, and he’d have to make sense of it in the morning. Assuming, of course, that he could get out of his room by then. If not, there was always the window.