7. Sylvan

7

SYLVAN

I would have been lying if I denied my surprise over Irving's eagerness. The man was an enigma to me, and later I would have to spend more time trying to figure him out. But right now, I let myself relax and enjoy a few blissful minutes with my cock down his throat.

He brought me to the edge before pulling back, lifting his head so he could pull himself up and kiss me again. He smelled like coffee and tobacco and a hint of cologne left over from the work day – sweet and a little sharp, acrid almost. As soon as our lips broke apart, I took in another deep breath. I needed his scent to permeate me like my life depended on it. I wanted to bury my nose in the sheets tomorrow when he was gone and be transported back to tonight by the lingering fragrance.

I let my fingers dig into his scalp, our chests heaving together, legs entangled around each other. Each breath brought us closer till I didn't know where I ended and Irving began. Our lips met again, tongues exploring and teeth nearly clacking together. Our noses pressed against each other's faces, eyelashes tickling the tender skin on our cheekbones.

And then it was over. With a gasp, Irving drew away, leaving me to the shudder of my own orgasm. We were two separate people again, one a fae and one an uptight professor. I leaned my head into his chest, savoring this feeling for one final moment.

"That…that was good," I said breathlessly.

"Was it?" Irving fell away from me, his back slumping against the wall.

I reached up to open the window wider and let the cool breeze evaporate the sweat on my brow. "Actually, no." Irving's eyebrow arched critically. "It was incredible. "

He nodded slowly, taking a moment to catch his breath. "It's a shame we don't plan on meeting again. I wouldn't mind spending another night together – as long as we didn't have to talk, because that seems to always dissolve into a bit of a mess."

"Oh, talking wouldn't be necessary," I said quickly. "But I'm not looking for a relationship with no strings attached."

"No, of course not. And neither am I."

"Then tomorrow we can go back to the library, tell my cousin it didn't work out, and find new matches. Until then –" I yawned and fell back, letting my head rest on the pillow –"I'm going to get some sleep. I suggest you do the same before it gets so late it's morning again."

Cautiously, Irving lay down next to me, throwing the quilt over both of us. He placed his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer to him. I didn't say a word, but secretly, I was grateful. The heat of the moment had faded and I held back a shiver as the cool air settled in, our bodies holding in each other's warmth under the blanket.

I had no idea what time I fell asleep, but when I awoke, the birds were chirping and the sun was just beginning to rise over the tree line. A strange pressure over my midsection kept me from getting up, and when I turned to look out the window, I remembered: the professor was in bed with me.

Carefully, I lifted his arm off of me and slid out of bed. I closed the curtains so the morning light wouldn't wake him and slipped outside as silently as I could to watch the remainder of the sunrise.

The sky was painted in different shades of orange and pink and purple and blue, all blending into each other while the light danced over the treetops. A bird flew past, no doubt off on a journey to find breakfast for her little family of nestlings. A deer looked up from the dew-coated field, her mouth full of grass. She stopped chomping for a second to stare at me. I stared back, smiling when she returned to eating her breakfast, unbothered by her audience.

I crossed my arms as the morning chill settled into my bones. A smarter man would have put on some clothes, but I never claimed to be very clever, and I preferred spending time outside with as little clothing on as possible. It brought me closer to my roots when all faefolk stayed out of the burgeoning cities. Besides, the cold would never take me. It could make me shiver, but I was immune to its freezing death grip that caused so many problems for humans.

As the animals got on with their day and the sun breached the tall evergreens, washing the entire field in bright, yellow light, I glanced back at the cabin door. I wanted Irving to stay. I wanted to show him the beauty of my world. I wanted him to open up to me and show me his little corner of the world.

He was too set in his ways, though. He'd already made up his mind that a relationship with a fae wouldn't work. We were too different from each other. I knew what my cousin would say: opposites attract. We were opposites, that was true, but we hardly got along as it was, and neither of us was willing to change enough to make it work.

"Maybe," I said to myself, "just maybe I could convince him to stay for breakfast, though. And a little dessert afterward."

I smiled again. Yes, that would be the perfect way to start the day.