6. Hyacinth

Chapter Six

HYACINTH

I sat there, stunned for a full minute before I was suddenly on my feet.

How had Marco gotten it so wrong ? I wondered. He hadn't even given me a moment to return the sweet kiss.The quick brush of his lips was still tingling against mine.

It was my fault, I realized. I had asked him to work here and I had never made it clear that something more could possibly be on the cards. For some reason, I had thought it would happen naturally if there was anything there. Now I knew that would never happen. Not with Marco holding back, all the while assuming that I didn't want him the way that I so very much did.

I walked up the stairs, my heart racing. It wasn't often that I had to put myself beyond my comfort zone. At work, yes, but not when it came to personal matters. To a certain degree, I controlled every aspect of my life.

It was time to take the reins again, even if it made my wings jitter with nerves.

Outside of Marco's door, I stopped. For a moment I wondered if I should just walk in, but he had already accused me of doing something he hadn't wanted once today and I didn't want him to think of me as that type of man ever again.

Reaching up, I knocked gently. Inside, there was a shocked gasp and then silence.

I waited, but he didn't come to the door. He wasn't planning on answering me, was he?

"Marco?" I asked quietly. "May I come in to talk?"

"Um..."

There was a long silence.

"There's nothing to talk about," he finally said. Even through the door, I could hear his voice trembling.

Cursing silently, I looked up and down the hallway to Azalea's room and then the nursery. I didn't want to wake them by standing here and saying what I wanted to in the open.

Biting my lip, I reached for the doorknob.To my relief, the door wasn't locked.

Marco was sitting on his bed looking defeated before I even said anything.

"I won't come in if you insist," I said. "But know that I want to speak to you and I will whether it is right now or the next time we are alone together."

Sighing, he shook his head.

"It's fine. Come in. Let's get this over with."

I paused.

"Get this over with ?" I repeated. "That is the very last thing I want. In fact, I am hoping that there might be something between us that can last."

Marco stared for so long, that I closed the door and came to sit next to him on the bed before he managed to blink a couple of times, shake his head and give me an incredulous look.

"Hyacinth," he said slowly. "What..."

"I am still new to this planet," I said gently, taking his hands in my own once more. He allowed me and that gave me the courage to continue. "From what I saw, humans move very slowly. I spoke to people on the dating app we met on for weeks before even getting to speak to them and then from what I understand, you are lucky to even get a date."

Marco bit his lip.

"That is basically online dating in a nutshell," he agreed. "But it's not always like that. If people are really interested, they move a lot faster than that."

"I see that now."

He looked down at our joined hands, his cheeks darkening to that pretty pink as they often did.

"So are you trying to tell me that you are interested? Or am I about to make a fool of myself again?"

"Does this answer your question?" I asked, and leaned into him, tilting his chin up so that I could reach his lips properly.

This time, the touch of his lips sent a shock of butterflies into my stomach, followed by heat that filled my blood stream.

As my lips moved against his, tasting sweetness that was quickly morphing into lust, he made that noise again. Again, the unconscious moan made him freeze and pull back, but this time, he didn't go far.

"Are we now going too fast for human dating?" I asked gently. I didn't want to pull away yet. I wanted more and Marco did too. The scent of his lust was flowing over me, taking my own desires up even higher. But there was a hearty amount of nerves mixed in too and I couldn't ignore that.

His hand tightened in the front of my shirt, keeping me where I was, close enough to brush our lips together while we spoke.

"Honestly, I would take anything you'd be down to give me right now."

He opened his palm, pressing it against my hard chest, his gaze darkening as he looked down at me.

"Keep kissing me?"

His breathless words held so much desire in them, that without thinking, I took him in my arms, molding our lips together again as I pressed him back onto the mattress.

He moaned again as I landed over him, pushing him down with my weight, but his fingers tangled into my hair, keeping me where I was, tight against him, his tongue delving into my mouth, teeth nipping as desires grew.

Our groins pressed together through our clothes, and although I'd never been with a human, I knew what it entailed and my mouth nearly watered at the idea of getting this experience with Marco of all people. The sweetest, sexiest man I had met yet. Someone I instinctively wanted to shower with positivity and support and love, while he seemed strong enough to lean on too.

Unable to take it any longer, I pulled back, panting.

Marco knew where I was going, his hands tugged at my shirt until I unbuttoned it and managed to get it off, barely ruffling my wings in the process despite my desperation.

Marco started to frantically pull his clothes off and I hastily kicked my pants off before climbing back on top of him, straddling his thighs.

I'd almost been too desperate to get back to it to even look at what I was getting. Creamy olive skin, soft human flesh, every part of Marco was sensuous and delicious, right down to his hard cock and tight balls.

I reached down, stroking the dark hair at the base, reveling in the texture.

He was breathing hard, his eyes hungry as he looked me over.

"Wow," he whispered, his hands stroking my thighs as he looked up at me adoringly. "A normal dick."

I blinked, looking down at my hard length, dark blue with blood, shimmery liquid already glittering on the top, and then looked up at Marco who was beet red.

"I mean it's perfect. So sexy. But honestly, I would have taken anything you had down there. I really like you if that wasn't clear."

Grinning, I bent down, capturing his lips against mine again.

"Is it perfect enough to fuck you with?" I gasped against his lips and he arched up, rolling his hips against mine with a gasp.

"Oh my god, please don't tease."

I gripped his hips, letting him frot against me because it felt too good to stop.

"I am in no way teasing," I growled. "I want you."

He made a desperate noise and nodded eagerly.

"Hyacinth," he gasped. "Fuck me."

He legs went around my waist and he lifted his hips, rubbing his hole against my tip, making us both groan.

Trembling, I reached down, slicking his entrance with my slick until he was gasping and shaking, his hole flexing for me.

As much as I wanted to press it right in, I knew that humans were different, so I forced my hips back and reached down, pushing a finger into him.

He gasped and held still, his lips parting in pleasure and eyes closed while I stroked him from the inside.

He was too out of it by now to do much other than cling to me and I loved that sign that I was giving him such pleasure. My lips landed on his neck, kissing and sucking and nipping his delicious skin while I slid another finger inside.

There was little resistance and my cock leaked in jealousy.

I couldn't take it much more, so I pulled my fingers out and gripped my length, lining it up to carefully press inside.

Marco came back to life with a full body shudder and a ragged gasp. His hands tightened into my back in fists, his heels digging into my thighs.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned.

"Is it too much?" I asked, but he shook his head before I was even done the question, suddenly gripping my face to kiss me again, his lips and tongue desperate for me.

"Feels so good," he gasped and started to move, trying to take me in deeper.

His desperation for more destroyed my reserve. With a shudder, I bent into him and started to fuck him harder, canting my hips and thrusting so hard that the bed was hitting the wall. With every thrust we both cried out, unable to keep it in as the overwhelming pleasure and passion took us over. Finally the pleasure was too much, escalating beyond what I could contain. I lost all rhythm and control, gasping and grunting as my hips dig into Marco's thighs, cock impaling him as I came.

It was so intense that it seemed to go on forever, nothing but waves of pleasure shaking through me and the distant, desperate sounds Marco was making under me as he reached between us and frantically pulled at his cock until he too was arching and gasping as he came.

We lay together just like that for a long time, chests rising and falling against each other as we slowly caught our breaths, reality returning.

Marco's room was a little bit cold so I pulled the covers up around us as best I could without moving too much and then chuckled in the silence.

"It sounds like somehow we didn't wake the kids," I said. "We'll have to be a bit more careful next time."

"Next time?" Marco repeated sleepily. "Wow... this feels like a dream."

I lifted onto my elbows to look down at him. He looked so relaxed and satisfied and pride surged through me.

I bent, kissed his sweet, pliant lips.

His arms tightened around my shoulders.

"This wasn't a hook up, right?" he asked. "So you don't have to leave."

I shook my head.

"No Marco," I promised. "I'm staying right here."

He nodded, a happy smile flittering across his face that pulled at my heart strings.

When he fell asleep, I gently pulled my cock free, even though it felt so nice inside his welcoming warmth.

He sighed, but didn't wake up even when I climbed from the bed.

I was only gone long enough to find a towel to wipe us clean with. I took my time cleaning his unblemished skin and when I was done and crawling back into his arms he sighed and shook his head, half awake.

"Yup, definitely dreaming."

I smiled and tucked him under my chin, determined to make all his dreams reality from now on.

"Wow, walks really do work," Azalea proclaimed loudly.

Marco jumped like he'd been electrocuted and nearly dropped her lunch bag.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

"Because you're way less stressed today," she said, smiling. "I can tell."

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at the way that Marco went beet red. His gaze flew to mine and he shook his head, turning back to packing her school lunch.

"Hush now, time to go. Both of you."

"Me too?" I demanded, trying not to laugh as he practically pushed us from the room.

"Mm hm. I can tell you're enjoying yourself a little too much."

I laughed and he gave me a push, holding back a smile. At the last second, I couldn't resist catching him by the elbow and pulling him in for a quick kiss.

He stiffened and glanced around at the kids, looking shocked before covering it with a smile for Azalea's sake.

"Have a good day, Hun," he said, patting her.

He gave me a curious look and then went back to the other two.

On our walk, Azalea was quiet for a minute before the questions began.

"Are you in love with Marco?" she asked.

I considered.

"Possibly. I think I'm starting to be."

She looked up at me, her expression guarded.

"Does that mean he's going to be my other daddy?"

I shrugged.

"It's still early to tell, but maybe he will someday... would that be okay with you?"

She took her time thinking about it before answering honestly.

"I like Marco," she said firmly. "I guess it would be nice."

I hadn't realized how much her stamp of approval meant to me, but a tension I hadn't known was there eased within me.

"I'm so glad," I said and bent to hug her before she ran off to her friends.

When I got home, Marco was sitting in the living room, quietly helping Iris with a puzzle because Aster had fallen asleep in his arms.

Just like that first day, watching them together did something to me. It made my insides feel warm and fuzzy and complete.

I walked over and sat down next to him without a word, putting an arm around his shoulders. He leaned into me, letting his head rest on my shoulder for a minute before speaking.

"I'm surprised you're being so open in front of the kids already," he said.

"When you know, you know," I said simply.

Marco pulled back far enough to look at me. For a long time, he searched my face and then he smiled.

"Yeah," he said softly. "You do, don't you?"

It was all the confirmation that I needed that Marco felt the same way that I did.

For the first time, my heart and home felt full and complete. This was my family now and I believed for the rest of our lives.