if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Oh my God, Oh my God, OH MY GOD. He was supposed to stay OVER THERE. OUTSIDE. AND NOW HE WAS HERE. This was against like ALL of the rules! She was supposed to stay pure for her future husband and now here she was practically a.....a....a prostitute!! Like those girls, she'd see living in those tent cities on the side of the road in Nepal. She'd become an untouchable. Immediately, Abigail lunged for the pillow upon his bed, the girl clutching it to her naked chest as she threw the second one at his head, those vampiric reflexes all too quickly catching it. Her near frantic insistence that he was supposed to stay out in the living room (accompanied with a failing of her one free arm as she gestured outside), was only met with the entirely rational comment that he could hardly understand her. Really, did it MATTER?!?!? A huff left Abigail lips and yet, as much as she wanted to be grumpy at him, she couldn't...exactly.....totally blame him, she supposed. Maybe. IT FELT LIKE SHE COULD THOUGH. "ARLO!" She insisted as if shouting his name was going to do anything at all. Abruptly the man swiveled in place, his eyes covered by his hands as that pillow dropped innocently to his dirty hardwood floors. A small, almost pathetic whine left the girl's lips as she moved further away from him, Arlo making some clear effort to maneuver towards his wardrobe without actually touching her.
Abigail was vaguely aware of the sheer heat that had spread through almost her entire body - radiating from her very cheeks as her pale skin turned flush with that color of red. Her heart felt near akin to a hammer in her chest as she watched her boyfriend rifle through his clothing for something she might be able to wear. His vague effort to hand them to her over his shoulder prompted the girl to tentatively reach for them - those articles too clutched to her chest with the pillow, as if that extra layering might somehow help guard her against his probing eyes. Her gaze never once left the figure of her boyfriend until he left her alone within the quiet comfort of his darkened bedroom. Thank God. A soft breath of air left her lips as she leaned against Arlo's mattress. This was so not how she had wanted tonight to go - any of it really. It was supposed to be a nice quiet night under the full moon filled with all the best fresh fruit and instead, she'd gotten kidnapped, collared, played in a park, and now walked in on. What could else could possibly go wrong? The young woman's hazel eyes turned towards the clothes in front of her - holding up that loose pair of boxers if only to better eye them. She missed her own clothes already. A small pout crossed Abigail's lips as she pulled those boxers onto her hips, the young woman reaching for the small hoodie before it too was pulled over her bare frame. At the very least the soft fuzzy interior of the pullover felt nice against her bare skin - she could snuggle into it, she supposed.
That soft inquiry on weather or not she was okay, however, was rewarded with little more than a squeak of embaressment from the young woman. Slowly, she moved across the bedroom, her frame leaning lightly against the door as she opened it just a crack - just enough to hear that compliment that only made her flush red all over again. Her appreciation at his efforts, however, was hardly more than whispered, the girl altogether certain she was still dying inside. STILL. His inquiry on weather or not she intended to come out of that room, however, caused Abigail to nibble upon her bottom lip. She knew, of course, that she should. After all, she'd gone through the trouble of shifting and he had brought her clothes and everything and then they could talk about the necklace and how she needed to return it but was WAY too scared to do it by herself.....but....then she also had to face that whole he'd seen...like....all of her. It was forbidden and....and....he'd seen it! A soft breath left the girl's lips, Abigail altogether uncertain of what to do as he flashed her that almost boyish grin. Her gaze turned hesitantly towards the floor with a clear glimpse of indecision on her blazing features. Her hazel eyes darted upwards as Arlo insisted he'd wait on the sofa till she was ready. The vampire easily moved towards the rather used leather couch, leaving Abigail to come to terms with venturing out of the room all buy herself. Right....she should...do that. She could do this. It just...it felt so weird, wearing boxers and not proper girl underware. A part of the girl was almost terrified she'd end up showing off...that. God, the thought just made her want to die all over again.
Slowly, Abigail stepped out of the bedroom, the door closing softly behind her. For a moment, she shifted from foot to foot in a hint of her own discomfort before, sluggishly, Abigail moved to join her boyfriend on the sofa. Arlo's insistence that he didn't mean to walk in on her was hardly surprising. Really, she DID believe him that he couldn't understand her. She supposed it was only natural. After all, Arlo almost never left her alone when she was a panda these days. She hardly said a word, however, as the girl moved to join her boyfriend on the sofa, her own head bobbing ever so slightly as Arlo inquired if she wanted to talk about the necklace. She most definitely DID. She should have mentioned Anna-Marie sooner, really. But she didn't think that she'd ever see the child again, much less get captured again. "Okay." Her voice was a soft squeak as the bright blue hue of Arlo's gaze turned towards her - wearing little more than his oversized hoodie. Frankly, the girl could hardly imagine what it was that Arlo had to talk to her about - hopefully it wasn't the naked...thing...right? She was ignorant to how...attractive she looked, the woman glancing down as she slowly approached the sofa. The young woman settled upon the sofa, drawing her knees against her chest, her feet carefully positioned over those far more intimate areas before her gaze turned towards him.
Admittedly, Abigail was HARDLY prepared for that inquiry to MOVE IN. IT was like...a SUPER BIG step forward. Abigail knew well that it was completely normal for Americans to move together. Just about everyone was moving in and having sex all willy nilly. She'd seen girls at her university flat out making out with their boyfriends on campus - IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! It had utterly shocked her the first time, her own childhood so utterly sheltered in comparison. Although her parents were hardly from Nepal, nor did they completely follow the culture, Abigail had grown up in those schools. She'd been engrained with those same beliefs as all of her peers on what was expected of her. She watched as his smile only widened at the idea, Arlo clearly looking forward to it even if Abigail was less than certain if it was allowed. Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly before the girl slowly shook her head. "No, we're supposed to wait for that too." She sighed softly, her gaze shifting away from her boyfriend. "In Nepal, when a woman get's married she belongs to her husband and moves in with him that night and...it's the first time they both have sex together and she's not allowed to ever ever ever go back to live with her parents after that. I....I don't know if daddy expects that though...he said it was a good idea but that we're also Irish and we don't have to follow everything that they do. I could ask him...if you want?" Was she...ready to finally have that conversation with her father? She hadn't even told him that Arlo even existed.
Abigail Hughes a were red panda