She waved her hand around in the air as she talked; Kier tried not to look like he was studying the features of her apartment. 

"I guess... I just didn't know what I wanted from him, in the end?  But I, like, don't know what he wanted either?" She said pathetically. The hand fell to her lap in a hopeless gesture. He nodded slowly at her, as he had for the better part of the hour. 

"Well..." Said Kier, choosing his words. "People don't always know what they want, let alone how to ask for it." At least with other people.  He tried a sympathetic smile, the girl smiled back halfheartedly.  "Did you want him to do this?" He gestured at himself.

"Yeah, but, he'd never wanna do this... and it's kinda stupid." The last words she said more to herself than to him. 

Kier blinked. "I don't think it's stupid. It's what you like." He played with the lace trim around his upper thigh, admiring it against the black marking across his skin..  "I don't mind."

"Well... of course you don't. I mean... c'mon." She waved her hand again casually. 

"You'd be surprised, Melissa." He said, trying to keep the corners of his mouth even. The implication didn't bother him as much as how casually she had spoke. He glanced over to where she made her altar, to where their deal was made explicit. Long extinguished candles in an asymmetric spiral, opposite a withering Easter lily. She had done it all on a plain white Ikea desk, now stained blue with caked wax. 
She followed his gaze, noticing the wilting flower.  "How long...?" 

"About fifteen minutes." When he had arrived in her apartment, the petals where white and perfectly curled. They had talked for a while, and now they had become brown at the edges, slightly dessicated. 

"I... do you.. um.. still?..." He nodded at her reassuringly,  running his hand down her arm and interlocking his fingers with hers. Blue, black, and white, criss crossing like some strange backgammon board.

"Show me what you like, unless you wanted me to choose." 

"Maybe... just like this?" She laid down, pressing her back into him. She was warm against his bare chest; her words didn't hurt as badly now it seemed. 

He lay with her there, letting his hands find their own way for a while. A soft breast, a smooth curve of thigh, sharp jut of hipbone. A hitch in breathing as he stretched the waistband of her panties.  Her mons was warm, shaven. Kier slowed then, letting his fingers rest against her skin, softly grasped by her lips. Slow circles. Melissa moved her hand to the back of his head, then his neck, slipping two fingers under the lace choker he wore. She swelled, hot between his fingers. She pulled him to her, and he tasted her skin. Her earlobe with his lips, and then his teeth. This made her shake her head. 

"No teeth?" He said. She nodded, pushing herself back against him. He had stopped moving his fingers. He started again, peering over at the lily. The dampened fabric slid against his knuckles, and she sighed as he entered her. He could feel a soft pulse there, kneading at the place closest to her belly button. A fresh wetness spread across his hand. 

"Can you?... Yeah... right.... " He rested the center of his palm on her clit."...there....yeah.."  

Breathing, low moans, the sounds of his lips against her skin. The room was getting warmer. She pressed herself against his hand and he pulled her against him.  Kier kept an eye on the dying flower as her voice grew more urgent. 


"What's wrong?" He had removed his hand. He smiled at her gently.

"Lay on your back." They rearranged their bodies. She pulled her knees apart and he laid between them comfortably. He looked up at her then, pressing his wet digits against her once more. This time his mouth accompanied them. He pushed with the wide of his tongue, spreading her lips. As his fingers worked deeper in her, he wrapped her clit in his mouth and pulled. 

Melissa had been ready for a good moment, this was more than she needed. "Yes...oh... ohh..." Her legs tensed, sheets bunching at her hands balled into fists, eyebrows flickering softly as the orgasm rose. A soft cry and a few moments of hesitant breathing. Kier felt his fingers compress as her pleasure took her. 


For a minute they laid there, softly breathing . Her hands roamed over his hairless skull, caressing the strange ridges of bone. "Can I ask you something?" 

"You've only got a minute or so left, but yeah." Kier said, resting his head against her thigh and licking his lips. 

"Is... your dick blue, too?" Her face was half amused, half post-coital tipsy. He undid the fastening on his pants, letting inches of fabric slide over his pronounced hips. 

"You wouldn't believe how many times I've been asked that."  If she didn't know better, she would have thought it was one of the candles she bought yesterday, thicker and more textured. He tapped it against her leg a couple times. "I've got to go." 

"I.. uhm... thank you?" It was always hard for people when it ended. Kier couldn't tell if they wanted to thank him or apologize to him. He didn't know which he would prefer, either. 

"You're welcome Melissa." He said flatly. After a moment he vanished, leaving a pile of white petals on the floor, curly and new.