A Girl and her book.

[darkwarrioress57]

“I hope you aren’t too much of a trouble maker, I have been pleased with what I’ve seen so far. You have obeyed me and not touched yourself today. I take it you seek to please me?”

She laughed softly in response.

“I am and always will be a troublemaker in some form or another,” she gave him a sideways amused look, “What fun is there in someone always be compliant?”

She gave a brief unladylike snort.

“Please you? The thought did not occur to me. I’ve merely been busy.”

She wasn’t sure how much of that was exactly true. His touch was certainly distracting and alarmingly seductive. As his touch slid over her stomach, she felt the muscles there tighten and butterflies started fluttering. It didn’t stop there, it slid lower, moving to her thighs and then beyond. She could feel the inner core of her femininity tense, felt herself grow wet or was that wetter? Her hips instinctively rose to meet his hand. Her thighs spread of their own volition. She hadn’t known that she had been holding her breath until his fingers filtered through her feminine curls and away.

“I wonder if you want me to touch you for you?”

Her fingers curled around his wrist, stopping his ascent. Her eyes were curious.

“I’m not sure what you mean, but I certainly don’t want you to stop.”

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

When she said Daddy, something stirred inside him. Excitement? He had never reacted this way before, but something about the way the world filtered through the lens of the night plucked his cords in just the right way. Words would be wasted with as jumbled as his thoughts were for the moment, he smiled, as he pulled his hand away, cupping her hand in his, each of her fingers with matching one of his. He pulled her had between her thighs, pushing throw the soft curls and pushing down on her middle finger parting her folds for the first time. She was aroused, her body softened at their combined touch. Her finger flicked over the swollen bud hidden in her glistening petals and like one plays the piano, he worked her fingers. Finding the rhythm with each one, teasing the music of her moans into the bedroom. Stopping short of a full touch, denying her the feeling of his own fingers, for the moment. When she reacted, he did as well pulling her hand slowly away as her hips urged their touch deeper into her.

“I would hate to imagine a world without a little mischief”

He pushed her hand lower again, letting his fingertips fall over hers, his own fingers leading the charge as his middle finger slowly wove its way into her. Her outer lips, then inner lips embracing it as he circled her clitoral hood. Teasing the flesh around it without ever directly touching it. Raising his finger off her a trail of her excitement rising with it. His palm still maintains their contact as he smiled down at her and raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Would you say, you didn’t think at all of my…command..to not touch yourself?”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

Her breathing became harsh by his actions. Her body had started to act in anticipation. She wasn’t sure if she was frustrated or disappointed when he stopped.

“Would you say, you didn’t think at all of my…command..to not touch yourself?”

His question gave her pause. She shook her head.

“No, I can’t say that at all.”

He made his point. Her fingers lifted and covered his own, guiding them back to the source of her heat.

“Please…. Shawn…. Don’t tease me… touch me….”

Her request came on a breathy, desperate, whisper. Her legs scissored restlessly even as her hips pushed up to meet his fingers. There was something inside her that demanded to feel his strength. His heat. Something more wanted the feel of his body inside hers, to feel the length and the width of him filling and stretching her. She wanted to feel him press against her womb. Shameless as it was of her, even though this was a dream……or was it? She wanted him….needed him.

How in the world had this happened to her?

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

“Eager aren’t we?”

Her body was alive under his touch, her hips rose and her words hung in the air. He could fee the charge of her nerves running along her body. His own form seemed to feed off it, drawing energy and becoming more solid as it did. His fingers felt more caporael as she pulled them to her flesh. His fingertip dipped inside her, her excitement coating the tip as he pushed it past her entrance and into the source of energy he felt pulsing in her core.

He pushed his finger deeper, her wetness causing small sparks of energy to flare off him. As her body pushed up toward him, a surge of energy coming along with it. Her need turning into something less abstract, a wave of energy flowing into him. His entire existence felt so solid then, more than it ever had since the accident. He lowered his lips to hers, sparks flying as they kissed. He pumped his hand in and out of her, tilting his wrist to improve the angle. Inside her, he ran his fingertip along the length of her tunnel. Alternating between her top wall and the bottom. Each pass touching a new part of her. It pressed against her, finding the spot that made her breathe catch and her hips arch up. He could smell her, her sex swollen and red as she moved around his finger. Trailing his kisses lower, he traced the center line of her body, every kiss leaving a soft tingle of electricity as he moved lower, kissing between the thrust of her hips to his hand.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

He felt so real. His finger mimicking what she wanted from his cock. For now, his finger drove her insane. His kisses left a trail of spark and fire on her skin, making her moan with greater need. His lips moved ever lower and it caused her hips to still even though the inner muscles that lined the very center of her pulsed and rippled, tightening around his finger.

Teagan’s hands glided up his arms, moving slowly as if she were memorizing the very feel of him. The journey led to the tops of his shoulders. Her palms slid across them before her fingers sought refuge in his hair, her fingers pressed into his scalp, urging him to continue his journey.

Soft noises came from deep in her throat. Urgent, needy noises. Noises that were going to tun into whimpers if he didn’t continue. Her internal muscles clamped down on his finger.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Kisses finding their way down her body, the soft curls between her thighs tickled are lips as he kissed lower, her hands and hips trying to shorten the trip. He resisted, letting her languish in his touch. His finger slipped from her, his hands mirroring each other lifting her legs behind the knee. Slipping them over his shoulders. He kissed her thighs, skipping over the sweet ache of her sex before him. She whimpered as he let the seconds slip by as he alternated his lips between her left and right thigh. Each kiss going lower till his cheek brushed her raised hips. His head turned from her thigh and his lip connected with the hood of her clit. Sparks flew from the connection, her tightly curled hair stood straight as if drawn to him. His hands slid down her legs lifting her ass and his first kiss found her labia. He didn’t hesitate, he was incensed and his passions drove his mouth to her. His tongue flicked through her wet slit, splitting her before finding her swollen clit. Tracing slow circles as a hand slipped from underneath her and a finger slowly teased its way inside her clenched walls. A familiar pattern formed his tongue traced a path around her a few times, drawing ever longer gasp before planting a hard kiss on her swollen bud. Sucking it between his lips and letting his tongue press against it as she hiked her self onto his finger and deeper into his mouth. Taking his breath in a long gasp, he moaned into her sex, the sounds turned to vibrations muffled by her thighs and core. His finger worked its way in and out of her, his wrist angling and twisting to find her weakness inside.

He felt alive, his body felt solid even against the sheets of the bed and the feeling of her feet pressed into his back. Looking up the lines of her body, the twin peaks of her breast inviting the hand not working between her legs, as it found its way up to the hardening point on her left breast. He refocused on his tongue, never lowering his eyes from her body, catching glimpses of her eyes squeezed shut and her lower lip drawn into her mouth. Soon a second finger joined his other, his arm rocked back and forth as his mouth teased her body. A kiss on her clit followed by a slow lap of his tongue through her folds than a train of kisses down one side and up the other. Searching for that combination that would send her body cascading over the edge. His cock hung heavy between his legs, pressed against his jeans. His hand moved from her breast, twisting himself he tugged at his shirt, attempting to remove it without interrupting the connection between his lips and hers. His fingers slipped under his shirt and found the familiar etherealness to his body. The moment pulled his awareness as he noticed that his legs had started to fade through the sheets. His mind groaned, how long did he have left. His mind raced for a solution, he could get electricity but he would have to stop….not acceptable. Her body arched and a wave of energy pulsed from her. It wasn’t massive but a tremor of some great quake drawing close, the pressure building as energy flowed into him. The idea came with the wave, his voice full of need and his words a solid command.

“You are going to cum for me.”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

His lips were leaving a trail of sparks on her skin. Every single motion, everything he was doing, drove her need to a fever pitch. Her mind was lost in a haze of desire but when she could think, she thought he felt so solid. So…. Real. That was impossible she knew. When he guided her legs over his shoulders, she anticipated what he was going to do next and it drew her need tight, like a bow string. Her legs parted willingly. Restless heat filled her.

“You are going to cum for me.”

There was something in his voice….. something she understood immediately…. Could she give it an identity? No. He was pushing her to that very fine edge where she hung. Hearing his words, she let herself fly. Her whole sense of being exploded. Every particle of herself flew into the vastness of the universe. Her fingers gripped the sheet under her. The heels of her feet drummed against his back, even as she pressed herself tightly against his mouth. Energy. Her spirit. Her soul became a massive shot of energy that seemed to radiate outward from her corporeal body. Her neck, for a long moment, bore her bodily weight. The pieces of her spirit seemed to return to her body and she felt herself sag slightly as her body relaxed.

Teagan was panting and it several moments before that panting eased into a normal state of breathing again. Her tongue licked at her lips. She felt parched.

“Shawn…..” She managed to whisper. She felt as if she was going mad. Was this real or wasn’t it?

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Energy flowed off her, his sight showed him the hidden exchange, it was deep red with passion as it turned into a ghostly flaming wisp as it passed to him. He breathed her in, her scent, her energy it all passed through him and into his lungs. She bucked into him, raising her hips and pushing herself into his mouth. His own fire grew fueled by her, she was spent, she asked a question but he couldn’t hear her. The sound of his own blood rushing through his veins muffled everything as he tried to answer.

“You tell me”

The button of his jeans fought against him, losing its grip he pushed his jeans off him and freed himself from them. His skin was on fire, he didn’t know why, but he knew the only way to cool of was to be inside her. That need drove him even as his vision blurred in ethereal ecstasy as he plunged himself into her. The primal act expressed some forgotten part of the human need. The need to claim, he needed to have her. Not with words but with his own manhood, he wanted her to feel it, to need it, to worship it. His thrust came hard and fast, driving her into the bed. His hands held her legs, thrusting down deeper into her. His cock running along the floor of her tunnel before returning as his balls slapped on her ass. The friction paired with their heat felt amazing as she tightened and flexed around him. He locked eyes with her, he felt like a man, no…. he felt alive.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

Her eyes widened as he thrust into her, hard and furious as if he couldn’t help himself, that the need to possess her was absolute. The force of his possession drove her into the bed.

“Shawn!” She managed to gasp out, “but….how… “

Her eyes locked with his and she couldn’t look away. If this wasn’t real…. Then she was going crazy. Her hands ran up his arms and slid to his back as she met his thrusts. Her fingers dug into his flesh. For the moment, he felt as real as any man could. He was hard and solid inside her body, pushing himself deeper with each thrust. A low moan started deep in her throat. Guttural. A representation of her desire and need. Her body squeezed around him. She couldn’t be dreaming. He felt too damn real. Her mind battled with itself.

Shawn was dead. Or so she had thought until now. Still. How was it possible? Maybe she was simply losing her mind. Her scientific brain was trying to take over but she didn’t want to think. She wanted to feel. There was time later to think. Her fingers dug into his back.

“Fuck me, Shawn….. fuck me.”

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Her words were spoken with need, and they became a rallying cry for him. His brain lost focus and worry, there was only need. He growled and his thrust became stronger and focused, he dipped his hips, twisting the angle and striking at hidden pleasure points inside her. He didn't know how he knew, he had never been the type to see sex as anything other than getting a need out. But now, this was different, he wanted to see her pleasure. Something about seeing her raw and exposed had flipped a switch inside him. She was his now, nothing else would suffice. His hand reached out, taking her bared breast in one and her throat in the other. He pumped into her as his fingers kneaded the mound of flesh, the hard point of her nipple trapped in the space between two of his fingers. He could squeeze his hand pinching the nub between his fingers as his other hand held her throat down even as his thrust lifted her hips to him. Looking down at her, her lip caught under her own teeth, the sound of his cock slamming into her. The feeling of her juices running down him, each thrust splattering his groin and stomach with her. He was building, the energy he had received was starting to fade, no, he was burning through it. The moment came, his entire being shuddered, the could feel the electrical current that made his form spark and sizzle for a moment as his climax hit. To his surprise, he was able to cum along with his orgasm, the throbbing of his cock turned to heavy spurts of his seed spilling into her. The sensitivity of his cock head was overwhelming as his hands left her body and struggled to keep him raised off the bed. He was in ecstasy, but his body was already fading, returning to the incorporeal form again. He needed to reassure her to tell her what he knew to be true.

"Teagan, from his moment on you are mine. I lay claim to everything that you are and everything you will become. Your existence is for my pleasure now. You have one chance to deny this. If you accept, when you wake in the morning. You will order a simple silver chain with the letter S on it. Order it and I will know your intent. I’m leaving you now, but I will return......

He paused, his fingers returning to her body, tracing her curves leaving little sparks in their wake.

"......this, and my existence here, are very real."

With that, he couldn’t maintain his form anymore, and he slipped from her mind. The connection didn’t so much as snap as simple drifted apart slowly. Soon he was standing above her, looking down at her, he felt week and scattered. He moved through the wall of her bedroom, searching for a device to draw from. Peaking into another room upstairs he found an unoccupied outlet, his second sight let him see the current flowing to it, reaching out he slumped against the wall his hand outstretches and drawing energy in. He chuckled at his predicament, reduced to the equivalent of any other mobile device. He wondered momentarily if they made battery packs for him before drifting into a form of sleep if you could call it that. But there were no dreams, simple a moment of stasis for his mind. This was new, and a little frightening even as it took him.

 

[darkwarrioress57]

Her orgasm felt, oh so, fleeting. Although mild tremors still possessed her. He was there, seemingly real, then gone. Her mind still couldn’t process it even though his words rang through it, branding her, even as her conscious mind was shutting down, luring her into a deep sleep.

"Teagan, from this moment on, you are mine. I lay claim to everything that you are and everything you will become. Your existence is for my pleasure now. You have one chance to deny this. If you accept, when you wake in the morning. You will order a simple silver chain with the letter S on it. Order it and I will know your intent. I’m leaving you now, but I will return......

His last words to her, the feel of his fingertips tracing her body’s curves, remained with her….

"......this, and my existence here, are very real."

Her body seemed to melt into the bed as everything went dark. She no longer felt, but his touch lingered upon her skin. His words faded from her conscious mind, yet remained embedded in her subconscious one. She didn’t dream.

Teagan woke in the morning to the birds outside her bedroom window, singing. For a moment, she simply lay in bed, her eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. Last night had been real. How it had happened, she didn’t know, only that it had. The proof, if she had needed any, was the part of him that he had left with her. His bodily fluids still leaked from her body. Overwhelmed, she threw back the covers and left her bed, heading for a hot shower where she soaped her body and relaxed under the hot spray. She had class this morning and it was a class she didn’t want to miss. Science.

Teagan sat in her seat with her laptop open in front of her. She should have been taking notes on the lecture the professor was giving but it was hard to concentrate. There was something else she was suppose to do……. She moistened her upper lip with the tip of her tongue as her fingers flew across her keyboard. Images flaunted themselves across her screen. Silver chains… the letter S. her fingertips rested on the keys. Her eyes flew from image to image. Was she really going to do this? What made him different from any other man who had come into her life? And what kind of relationship could they possibly have? It wasn’t as if he could suddenly appear at her side. Ask her out on a date. Take her anywhere.

Every person was made up of energy. Energy that when their physical bodies left them went somewhere. The question was where? And how could it be proven? It was that very same energy that she deemed as spirit. That was her reality and belief. Shawn’s physical body was gone. Yet…. He had manifested in her dreams or had it been a dream truly? What if it was simply a matter of another state of being? Still, the fact was, his corporeal body was no longer and his energy was linked to something. He could only manifest for so long and then returned to his current state of being. Teagan was developing a headache. Marking the url in her browser, she closed out the website, still uncertain as to her intent and what it meant. Powering down her laptop, she stored it as class came to an end. There were questions she wanted to ask her professor but they would wait for another day, her head was pounding. Gathering her things, she left class and sought out a shady, grassy spot on campus where she could lay out and close her eyes. She had to work tonight as well.

Teagan let her mind drift. Her desire for Shawn was real to her. Shawn was real to her. Who was to say he wasn’t? She had felt his energy surge within her. Join with her. Just for the time being, she let herself float. Teagan willed her body to relax. She sent all the tension into the earth below her. Their connection, hers and Shawn’s, whatever, however it was, had felt real enough to her. She didn’t understand it yet but she would. What it all meant, she didn’t know. It was scary and new… and she had a decision to make before she got home tonight. An important one.

~~~ ~~~​

Work was trying her patience into the ground. Being a general manager of a non-profit thrift store pulled her in several directions and most times, it felt like it happened all at once. Tonight she had the closing shift. Normally she enjoyed her work. She enjoyed creating displays, dealing with customers and helping out in general. Right now, all she wanted was a few minutes to eat her supper and contemplate what she was going to do. Her laptop was open on her desk and sat beside a half-eaten sandwich and a half empty can of coke. Leaning back in her chair, she stared at the laptop even as she made a face at her meal. Not the healthiest, she knew but it served in the moment. Leaning forward, her fingertips were poised over the keys. Just do it already. Follow your damn heart she told herself. Before she could change her mind, her fingers did the work. She typed in her debt card number and hit the order button.

She was His.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

The copper taste in Shawn’s mouth was what woke him up. The room was beginning to warm up in the morning sun. Light filtered into the room as he was still leaned against the wall. Energy flowing from the wall outlet to his outstretched fingers. Looking around him he could see the room seemed charged with electricity, there was a static build up on every surface. Maybe a side effect from his extended time in the room? Drawing his arms up, flexing his limbs out, bolts of static shot from his fingers to the socket causing it to spark. His eyes drawing to the spark, knowing there must have been a good bit of build up if that was the case. From the other side of the wall, he heard Teagan start her day. He wanted to visit her, maybe she could see him or at least feel him during the day. But he lingered, a sudden apprehension about her taking over him. She caused such strong feelings inside him, and they had stepped across that line. He had been inside her, but that was last night, and this was today. How could she want to be with someone who didn’t even have a solid form? If she needed something that had to be plugged into the wall, she could buy a vibrator. At least that she could hold.

He was still lost in thought when the front door closed behind her, he missed his chance to see her. Standing as he brushed off some of the dust that seemed to be stuck to him, another effect from the static buildup. He walked, little discharges of energy jumping off him to every surface. They were harmless, and he didn’t feel them. It was simply electricity flowing between to areas of opposite charge. Completely natural. The idea that anything to do with his own predicament was natural made him smile as he phased through the wall and into the hallway. She was gone, but she hadn’t taken the book with her. The hours passed slowly, there wasn’t much for a being of energy to do, he could move things but all his attempts to turn the television on so far had failed miserably. The buttons wouldn’t respond to his touch, and the “smart” house wasn’t picking his voice up. For some reason, the isolation felt more oppressive to him now than it had before. A beam of sunlight tracked the day across the coffee table where he attempted to pick up a pen that had been left out. He had succeeded in moving it a few times, but he hadn’t been able to pick it up between his fingers. The pen had always phased through his fingertips as he attempted it. He had lost track of time when the door opened. He heard her come in, the tension that had been building inside him released when he heard her. Unbeknownst to him, as he relaxed many of the smaller objects around the room fell back to their resting places. They had only floated centimeters, but one of the pictures on landing shifted just enough to tip over land face up on the shelf.

He moved through the couch, passing straight through it, making his way to the door. Catching up with her he saw her silhouetted by the evening light for a moment before she shut the door behind her. She could see him, but he moved beside her, reaching out his fingers resting on her hips, the only sign was a few fine body hairs standing on end. Leaning in, he whispered into her ear.

“Show me your answer”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

The day had been trying. Teagan stopped to grab a sandwich for her supper on the way home. Food was the last thing on her mind. Would he be waiting for her when she came through the door or would he be off someplace she couldn’t find him? Well, she’d know in just a little bit. As soon as she could get her key in the lock and opened. She didn’t have to look far. He was waiting for her.

“Show me your answer”

His voice whispered in her ear. She felt his touch but only because the fine hairs on her arms stood up. She shrugged away and set down her things on the coffee table.

“Shawn, it’s been a long grueling day. Please give me a moment to try and unwind would you?”

She made her way around the coffee table and sat down on the sofa, blowing the hair out of her eyes as she bent over to remove her shoes. Placing them under the wooden table, she reached for her laptop.

“Is this what you wanted to see?”

The laptop fired up and she pressed a button. Her email came across the screen. Opening one of the emails, she sat back, leaving him to look at the screen. Her head fell back against the back of the couch, her eyes closing. She knew her voice sounded slightly sharp but it really wasn’t him at all. It had been her workday really. Her lips twitched though. What he was going to see would be pleasing to him she knew.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

He was thrilled by the fact she could sense his touch, she reacted even if her tone had been a little sharp. Nothing that was off-putting, but he figured she had a long day and between the changes, a little edge would be expected. He followed her and stood behind the couch as she showed him, the necklace was amazing and exactly what he had hoped for. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. The thought of if they, were actually touching or if it was merely the intersection of his electrical field and her skin, but neither the less she tasted like the sweetest treat under his lips. His hands lingered on her cheek, his finger tracing the lines of her jaw before wrapping around the back of her neck and under her hair, a firm but playful grasp as he pulled away, her hair standing on end as it passed over his arm.

“You were a very good girl doing this for me. I’ll come for you tonight.”

He stepped away from her, giving the limiting his interaction and saving some of his energy. He planned on visiting her tonight and he wanted to be fully in control of his form for as long as possible. A smirk flavored his words as he vanished from sight and sat into one of the chairs in the room not disturbing anything as he relaxed.

“Strip, from now on as soon as you are in this house you will not need clothing.”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

“Strip, from now on as soon as you are in this house you will not need clothing.”

“What?!”

She stood there, staring off into space, looking incredulous, her mouth hanging open. Was he serious? And where had he vanished to now? Teagan’s eyes flinted around the room searching for him.

“You don’t get to drop a bombshell like that and disappear.”

Spying the book she had bought from the bookstore, his book, she snatched it off the coffee table and griping it in both hands, shook it as if she were shaking him.

“Grrrrr.”

She tossed the book back on the coffee table and stomped off to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. She’d be damned if she was going to cook in the nude. What was he thinking? In the kitchen, she gathered the ingredients needed to fix herself a salad. She tore lettuce leaves and chopped vegetables, tossing them into a bowl with some salad dressing, all the while muttering to herself. Marching back into the living room, she set her smaller bowl of salad on the coffee table before picking up Shawn’s book again. With deliberation, she stepped to the front door, opening it and tossed the book onto the porch swing before shutting the door with a soft, satisfying slam. Out of sight, out of mind. Teagan sat down on the couch, reaching for the tv remote. She took a few bites of her salad before she set it down again with a sigh. She was in a foul mood and she knew it. Lifting a hand to the back of her neck, she gently rubbed and winced. Work had been a bitch. People had been rude. She had looked forward to coming home. She supposed…. Shawn had just taken her by surprise is all. What did she really know about him anyway? She had no idea what kind of man he was but she could almost guess, given his order or command to her before he disappeared from her view. She had never known a man like him before and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Shawn watched as Teagan reacted, through his vision, he could see her mind flare to life, thousands of little sparks flying all over her body. Muscles tightening, her body in motion, he sat seeing what would happen. She walked away, moving into the kitchen, from his position he couldn’t see what she was doing, till she returned. She grabbed the copy of Frankenstein, his book, the tug from it was strong as it was tossed from the house. It was still close enough to allow him to remain within the bounds of the house. He had a feeling that perhaps some of the furthest points from the front porch may be off-limits, however. But, she had made herself clear. He walked around the coffee table, not allowing himself to be visible, he stepped behind her on the couch. Leaning down his fingers touched her neck. His fingers worked in slow circles behind her ear before he whispered in her ear.

“I understand, I’ll go. You can do what you like with the book….”

With that he stepped away, passing through the front door he looked down. The wind or impact had blown open the pages. It rested on a passage describing Victor Frankenstein's desire for knowledge, his obsession greater than even Ahab’s blood-lust. On the side of the page, in the handwriting of a man that no longer had the ability to write was a quote scribbled on the page.

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. - Epicurus

Shawn thought about what that had meant when he wrote it, it was less frantic in style than some of his later notes. Stress had driven his hands to the shakes and the memory of the quote was pushed aside. Now, he remembered. He had heard this quote from a lecturer speaking on the power of genetic engineering. The woman had used it as a way to express that even though we can achieve great things through science, sometimes we forget the progress we already have made. Shawn had written it as she spoke, it struck him in a way. He had almost forgone the experiments that lead to his progress. The fear of pushing things too far and destroying something seemed almost wise now. He slumped against the railing of the porch, maybe he had done it again.

Am I pushing too much?

This was uncharted water for him as well. An odd tightening was forming where his chest was supposed to be. Guilt? This was new, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. He groaned and stared down at his book then up past the edge of the porch and into the afternoon sky. Unaware of the odd trick of the light, making the particles that made him alive shine in the sunlight, creating an otherworldly outline of a man in contemplation.

“At least I can look at the sky this way.”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

Before she could say anything, she felt his fingers on her neck then felt them travel to behind her ears, making small, seductive circles there as his voice whispered in her ear.

“I understand, I’ll go. You can do what you like with the book….”

Then he was gone. She waited a moment then leaned forward to pick up her salad, staring down into the bowl. Disgustedly, she tossed the bowl lightly back to the table. Her appetite was gone. Sitting forward, her hands rested between her slightly parted legs, clasped together. Her conscience just wouldn’t let her rest. Her head hung slightly as her eyes closed. Teagan knew this was all her fault. Well, most of her fault. She had had a shitty day and taken it out on him. However, his demand had not gone over well. She wasn’t ready for such kinds of demands.

Getting off the couch, she went to the front door and stepped through the open doorway and saw a sight she never thought to see. There, before her, stood the faint outline of a man. Her mouth fell open slightly as she stared. Her eyes feasted on the sight of him. His name slipped from her lips in a soft whisper.

“Shawn…….”

Her eyes went from incredulous to soft and warm. She even managed to close her mouth though she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her mind scrambled. There was so much she wanted to say to him. She wanted to simply enjoy the sight of him while she could. She wanted to tell him she was sorry for what she said and what she had done. Words, at that moment, just couldn’t find their way out of her mouth. Her hands had been resting against the frame of the door but now had a death grip on it.

“Shawn…..”

The same soft whisper. The same soft tone.

“I am so sorry…..”

Her voice drifted away to nothingness. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. For now, that seemed the best she could do.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Her footsteps on the porch drew his eyes. She stood there looking smaller than he remembered. Her words were quiet and soft, the apology caught him by surprise. He couldn’t help but smile a bit, standing up still unaware of the optical illusion working on his body he stepped closer to her. His hands touched her sides before sliding up her arms. Pulling her to him embraced her, resting his head against hers as he talked.

“That was too much, I know that we need to discuss things like this better.”

Taking a moment, pulling back slightly, looking around the porch finding his book still open on the floor.

“Why don’t we bring my book back inside?”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

She could not only feel him, but see him. Touching him, however, was another matter. He wasn’t real or solid. It was strange how it worked. She thought perhaps it was simply her own imagination that solidified his touch. His head rested against hers.

“That was too much, I know that we need to discuss things like this better. Why don’t we bring my book back inside?”

Teagan looked around for his book and gently pulled away from him to gather it up, hugging it to her.

“Yes, let’s.”

She took the book back inside, knowing he would come with it. She closed the door and walked back to the couch, setting the book back on the coffee table. Sitting down, she didn’t know where to start.

“Shane, I don’t know what you are looking for, let alone trying to understand where we are going with this. Just now…. Did you realize I could actually see you? For just a moment, you were outlined out there. I could not only see you but feel you.”

She hardly knew how to begin to bring up what he wanted of her. She didn’t know how she felt about that either. It wasn’t something she had ever experienced before.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

Once his book was back inside placed safely onto the coffee table, Shawn felt oddly relieved. It was peaceful feeling to have a place. Even if it was simply for a book to not exposed to the elements. Tegan was speaking for a moment before his brain registered exactly what she was saying.

“I was visible? What do you mean? Like was I corporal? WAIT! You could feel me, without being asleep? Wait, was it the light? Being outside? What were the variables! I NEED TO THINK!”

Shawn ran his fingers through his hair before sighing heavily. He paced around the room frantically, passing through furniture without being aware of his own surroundings. The moment had past and to solidify the situations sheer chance, he wasn’t even close to being in a position to recreate all the parts he would need to. His mind was running a million miles an hour, but he wasn’t paying attention to the meaning of her words. She had felt him. That realization hit him hard. The clarity of her words and the tone hummed through his mind like a church's call to mass, turning to Teagan he tried to apologizes but the words stumbled on themselves.

“I…I’m… I’m sor... I meant.. I did.. I couldn't.. I should. I’m... I was excited. I didn’t think about what that meant to you. What did you feel when you could feel me?”

He stepped closer to her, moving to wrap his arms around her, but his former solidity was replaced with frustrating etherealness. His words just sounded like excuses, he was babbling and not saying what needed to be said wouldn't help anything. Tegan had started to stir something in him, he was experimenting again. He was sure her own mind had influenced his when they touched, but a little transference of information was rarely a bad thing.

“…..I’m sorry.”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

His energy overwhelmed her. She knew that there was some sort of significance here but at the moment, she couldn’t put it together.

“Shawn…. Please. I’m not sure where you are, but I can feel your energy. You’re pinging all over the place. Could you-----could you settle someplace and let me catch my breath, please?”

Her mind was racing. Her thoughts were scattered not to mention her emotions. She was still upset with him over what he said when she came home. She expected him to be encouraged by the fact she had ordered the necklace, but his sudden show of a domineering nature had taken her by surprise. Then when she had gone to the porch and for a moment or so, actually saw him. Teagan closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch, taking deep breaths and slowly letting them out. He needed some answers and he would get them, just not right at the moment.

“…..I’m sorry.”

Opening her eyes with his words echoing in her mind, she wondered where he was. It really didn’t matter.

“Shawn. To be able to actually see you, even if it was just a flash of a moment against the sun, was so worth it. I wasn’t dreaming this time. Apology accepted.”

She had felt something. A tingling. Energy. She head canted slightly to the left as she spoke to the air.

“Shawn? Did you just come close to me? I felt you. As if you tried to hug me? Come sit beside me, please?”

She patted the space beside her on the couch.

“We need to talk about this. What it could possibly mean. Also, we need to talk about other things. Set some boundaries. Where do we start?”

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

“I did, but it seems that more experimenting will be needed to make it at least semi permanent.”

He got lost in her eyes for a moment when she opened them, and he couldn’t help but smile at his accepted apology.

He quickly gathered a bit of focus through the torrent of emotions and thoughts that cascaded through his own mind as he collapsed into the seat where she had patted. Frustratingly the pillows resisted his best efforts to attempt to affect them in a noticeable way. He sat back up, the nervous energy crackling off his skin like a thousand miniature stars coming to life and fading away. He held his hands together in front of him, his fingers together and pointing toward the ceiling as his thumbs rested against his lips and his forehead rested against his fingertips. He lightly chewed at the nails as his focus faded from his vision and spiraled into thought. A moment later his eyes darted toward her, she was sitting beside him, waiting. He had to try SOMETHING!

“Think. Think…. think…dammit.”

“Maybe this body is made of a new state of matter possibly, it closely resembles electricity, but electricity as we understood it doesn’t hold the shape as much. Plasma…no that’s stupid. Gas…. well I haven’t had bea…..FOCUS!. Maybe there was a state of electricity that we didn’t know about, I am currently experiencing an unknown phenomenon that had no scientific basis yet. Could my electrical field be what was holding everything together?”

He focused down on his hand like he had done when he was able to affect things before, but this time he tried to give visibility to it. He could feel his body tense, he could see energy being drawn from other parts of him and toward his hand. Small rivers formed from points of electrical light pushing into his hand. As the density of his right hand increased, he could start to feel the couch underneath him. He reached to touch Teagan. Still, he focused on the flow of energy to his fingers, their density increasing even as he closed the distance between them. As his fingers touched hers, he covered her hand with his, locking his fingers between hers and squeezing her hand.

“I think we start here.”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

“I think we start here.”

She heard his words but something else was going on. At first, she thought it was her imagination kicking into high gear. When you want something so badly, your mind can make you think something was real. All she knew for sure was that Shawn was pure energy and she had been granted the ability to see him, if but for a fleeting moment. He had settled. Beside her, she thought but before she could say anything, her hand felt all tingly. Could it be? It was fingers lacing with hers. Without realizing it, she was biting down on her bottom lip and forced herself to release it.

“Shawn…..your hand…. my hand…..”

Involuntarily, she squeezed his hand. Then and only then did she dare to look down. A lump formed in her throat and she couldn’t speak. Instead, she covered his hand with hers and lifted her face.

"A good place to start. I agree."

Whatever else they had to weather, she knew they would. Somehow.

 

[KamaKamaSutra]

“Shawn…”

His name fell from her lips, then darkness enveloped him. He felt like he was falling, nothing above or below him. Total emptiness. A speck of light appeared below him and called to him. As he fell toward it some innate desire made him straighten his body out. Tucking his arms and legs in, he fell faster. If faster could be measured in this void. As the speck of light grew closer, the call became clearer. It wasn’t simply one voice, more a cacophony of voices of people he had known. Their voices melded into a single note, his name repeated over and over making the sweetest music he had ever heard. He was nearly there, he could feel something happening. He stopped feeling like he was separate from this mass of voices as his conscience became fuzzier. He could feel his self-become less defined, the edges of his self giving way and becoming blurred. The feeling was like how he felt when he was buzzed on whiskey. He was warm, happy, and everything felt distant and the pains of his normal self-faded away.
A part of him rebelled, some primal part of his brain screamed and clawed against the pull of the light. Then from far behind him, another voice. It stretched and pulled into a thread that he reached out for. Teagan’s voice wrapped around his hand, he clung to the thread between them like a drowning man. Soon his course was being reversed. There was still the pull of the light, the voices of so many people still called to him. He didn’t dare glance down toward it, for fear that this time he wouldn’t be able to come back. Her words became stronger and clearer as his self regained definition, he could feel his separateness from whatever entity was calling to him.

“I agree”

He was back on the couch, the strain from the experience weakening his ability to be solidified to touch. He felt his hand fade from hers. She looked down at her own hand, he wanted to reach out to her. But something made him afraid to push himself again. He tried to speak but his voice was lost under that fear. It settled on him like a cloud as he stood from the couch and stepped through the coffee table. The copy of Frankenstein fluttering open as he passed it. Walking to the nearest window he leaned against it. The day was cooling, the evening dew was settling on the world outside. He turned away from the sleeping world and staggered toward the steps leading up. He couldn’t communicate right now, he didn’t have the strength. His feet dragged against the steps, they creaked under him. He hoped that after a moment of rest it would be better. He fell through the wall into Teagan’s room, finding an outlet. His back against the wall and began to transfer energy from the house. The lights in her room flickered briefly then settled. He was beginning to feel better, not as weak as he had been. He would have to find some way to explain what happened, but was pulling on his own energy that taxing for him? His thoughts faded away as rest took him, in his dreams he played over the moments with Teagan in their shared state. The desire for her was growing as he slept, soon his mind was awake once more. Waking he looked around the room. Everything was dark and quiet.

“Teagan”

 

[darkwarrioress57]

She was lying on the far side of the bed, sound asleep. She hadn’t been sure what had happened exactly but, she was use to his comings and goings. Most of the time, she was quite aware that he had no control over it. They both were trying to figure out what was happening with him. Still, it was disappointing when he simply faded away again. She had waited for him to fade back in but he didn’t. Instead of staying up for whoever knew how long it would take for him to recharge, she had simply gone to bed and fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from what they had just been through.

”Teagan.”

Unconsciously her body shifted under the sheet over her prone body. Had she heard something? Was it Shawn calling her? Her body lapsed back into the deep layers of sleep. She hoped he was alright and that he wouldn’t be away for very long. He seemed to be able to manifest more now. He could even touch her and she could feel him, skin on skin. His voice was no longer just in her head. She could actually hear him although sometimes, it felt like it was coming from some distance away. She guessed that was when he was beginning to fade. She wondered how he got his energy. How did he recharge? If he were energy…. No. Surely not…. By why not? Wasn’t electricity simply energy? That would explain the flickering lights or appliances. It simply didn’t matter how he did it…. She just missed him and wanted him.

“Shawn….”

His name slipped between her slightly parted lips on a breath. In it held longing, need and concern. If he could only come to her in her sleep then let that be. They’d find a way, somehow, to manifest him back into the world in some form or another. It might take a while, but she was sure of it as surely as she could breathe.