Fairy Girlfriend Aurora (complete)

    The simple truth of the matter is that you’re running away. It sounds silly and like something from a bad rom-com, but it’s what you’re doing. Bad break-ups are never good, but this one was a cataclysmic breakup. It was apocalyptic. It was something the Justice League and the Avengers would try to stop. So you ran.

    You know you weren’t blameless, you were just as much the villain as he was, but he went way over the line. You let your trust get duct taped over, but the cracks were there, and all this time you had been leaking. Those leaks turned into a flood, and yes, you acted insanely, but he provoked you.

    So, running away seemed like the only option you had. You went to the only place you felt you’d be safe, your grandparents. They had so much land that, ages ago, they built little cabins and cottages they rented out all through the year. They gave you one of the cottages at the end of the woods where you’d be alone and could dig deep, deep, deep down into your depression spiral and hunker down until you were ready to claw yourself out.

    You listened to Dolly Parton on repeat, for some reason you found her a comfort in times like these. Your grandparents had the place stoked for you when you arrived. They remembered all your favorite foods and snacks. You felt guilty they went out of their way for you, but then again they were grandparents after all. You moved in the few things you brought with you and settled in for the long haul. 

    When you were little, your mother had gone through a very similar thing. She had married young, gotten pregnant, and thought she was living her fairytale life. She told you this story like she was a princess. Oh yes, she found her prince charming, but her prince charming turned out to be an evil wizard who had seduced princesses all over the kingdom. He stuck his vile, twisted wand into them, making them obsessed with him. Only, she was lucky that she had broken the curse by giving birth to another princess, and she was able to leave the evil wizard.

    Anyways, fairy tale allegory aside, your mother had moved back in with her parents, which is where you grew up for most of your life. Your mother warned you that while there were men in the world like your grandfather, there were also men in the world like your dad. 

    “In this world, there is good and evil,” she told you. “In order for there to be good, there must be some evil.” She held her hands out like weights. “They keep each other in balance. Some people can turn bad, and some can turn good. Anyone has the capability to change for better or worse.”

    “If I change,” you started your question, “then does that mean someone else has to?”

    “Life finds a way to stay balanced,” she told you. But later on, you knew your question has stumped her.

    When you were younger, your mother taught you how to dry flowers and then use them in crafts. She used to make extra money but making wreaths. The rich old ladies who shopped in your grandparent’s antique store loved them. They absolutely went nuts for them. So, in order to not be too much a burden, you started back up the craft.

    Luckily for you, the field just in front of your cottage was jam-packed full of wildflowers. So, every morning, or at least late afternoon, when you pulled yourself out of bed, you’d go out and pick a basket full of flowers. You would then start the process of drying them. The back porch had a long clothesline, you would hang the flowers there, letting them dry naturally. You would move down the flowers from the day before, so they hung under a separate rafter. Each rafter was a different number. Once they reached the last beam, you took them down and started making the wreaths. 

    You sewed the flowers into the wreath. It took longer than just gluing them in, but then that meant if whoever bought the wreathe treated it well, it lasted much longer. You could make one wreathe a day if you were diligent enough. But more than likely, you’d spend two days to a week on one. You would then stack them to your grandmother who set them up in the antique shop.

    For the most part, you were enjoying yourself. You were starting to feel better, and you felt that the leaks were being adequately repaired. No more duct tape, you told yourself. From now on if they aren’t willing to make proper repairs, it’s bye-bye.

    One day you hope you can look back on this as a teaching lesson, much like your mom did. But for now, it all felt like a cruel joke. And even when you feel like you’re healing, if you linger too long, your heart still breaks, and you have to cry.

    One evening, as you’re sitting on the porch, enjoying a cup of tea and some cookies, your grandfather made, you watch the fireflies. They rise up like a mist over the wildflowers, hovering for a moment and then dispersing. The cloud of glow looks like the stars come down from the sky, and for a moment, you feel at peace. 

    You smile to yourself, leaning back and enjoying the slow moving light show before you. You then wish that there was someone you could share this with. Your mind lingers on this thought. You want someone sweet and attentive. Someone who has pretty hair you can play with. They smell good, and their skin is soft. They kiss you for no reason. Their lips would be full and plump. 

    You touch your fingers to your lips as you build your dream date in your mind. You smile softly to yourself, feeling both sad and pleased you’re able to get to this point. You look back up to the fireflies, and you see something out in the wildflowers. For a moment, you think it is a trick of the eye or the glow of the full moon reflecting on something. 

    You rub your eyes and see it’s coming closer. It’s big and is wading through the flowers. You stand up, meeting it as it comes to the edge of the flowers. 

    They’re tall and willowy, their legs go on forever and ever. They step towards you, their skin glowing a soft lavender white. Their features are delicate and a little strange, almost too perfect. Their eyes are wide and unblinking and a sort of pearly color.

    Their lips spread into a big smile. “It is you!” They rush towards you, wrapping their long arms around you and kissing you. Their soft, warm lips press against yours and for a moment, you give in.

    They pull back, looking down into your eyes. “I knew you’d come back.”

    You stare up at them. “I’m sorry I-” you swallow. “Wh-who are you?”

    Their eyes widen with hurt. “You don’t remember me?” They let you go and step back. “It’s me,” she whispers. “Aurora.”

    “Aurora?” You feel as if you know that name, but you can’t pull up any memories to go with it.

    Her expression is one of hurt, but she smiles. “It was a long time ago,” she says. Her wings flutter behind her. “You’re here now, that’s what matters.”

    Your cheeks burn as you look at her she’s so lovely, it almost seems impossible. “What are you?” You ask her.

    Aurora smiles. “You asked the same thing when we were little,” she chuckles. Aurora touches your cheek. “You’ve grown so beautiful,” she whispers. “You always were but-” her fingers stroke along your lips, and she sighs. “Now you really look like a queen.”

    You swallow the lump in your throat. “Thank you,” you gasp. “You’re the beautiful one here though.”

    Aurora grins, and you see the sharp teeth on her smile. “Thank you,” she leans in as if to kiss you again but pulls back. 

    “How do I know you?” You whisper. 

    Aurora sighs and looks back up at the moon. “We used to play together,” she says as she sits down on the stairs, her long legs hanging off like perfect beams of moonlight. “You would come out and catch fireflies. 

For a long time, I was scared to come say hello to you. I only watched.” She tucks her wings back and sighs. “Then one day you fell, so I help you up.” She looks up at you, tilting her head to her shoulder. “You were so happy.”

    You sit down beside her. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember.”

    “It’s quite alright,” Aurora murmurs. She reaches out, touching your fingers. “You were gone for so long. I shouldn’t be surprised.” Her fingers trail up your arm. “I don’t mind too much,” she whispers. “I’ll become yours again.” She places her finger on your lips. 

    “Before the next new moon,” she says with a smile. “I’ll make you happy.”

    Your heart thuds and rumbles. You feel excited by Aurora’s words. As her finger slips away, you smile at her. “And what if you don’t?”

    She giggles and winks at you. “Then I will try for the next new moon.”

    Aurora then takes you out into the field. She shows you how she controls the fireflies. She swirls her fingers in the air, making a cyclone with the little bugs. She then lifts her palm up, and the tiny cyclon spirals out, getting bigger and bigger until it falls out in the sky. 

    “You used to love when I would make them dance,” Aurora whispers to you. “You would always beg for it.”

    You smile at her. “I really wish I could remember that.”

    Aurora puts her arm around you, leading you into the forest. The moonlight comes through the trees as beams, and she cups her hands under one. The moonlight fills her palm like water, and she offers it to you.

    “Take some,” she whispers. Aurora holds her cupped hands to your lips, and you take a cautious sip.

    Aurora giggles and splashes it up in your face. The moonlight cascades down your body, forming pearls at your feet. You gasp, touching your face as it soaks into your skin.

    “Got you,” Aurora teases.

    “What was that?” You feel so strange. Your skin feels amazing like it’s teen years younger. Not to mention how it tasted on your tongue, it was purely indescribable and beautiful.

    Aurora gathers the pearls from the ground and places them in your hair. “Just moonlight,” she whispers. Her eyes linger on you, and her fingers comb through your hair. She takes your hand, leading you back to the cottage.

    “It’s late,” she says as she takes you to the front door. “You should get some sleep.”

    You gaze up at her. “But-”

    Aurora presses her finger to your lips again. “We have a long time, no need to rush everything.”

    Part of you wishes she would kiss you again. It felt so good that first time. “Ok,” you murmur as she finger slips away.

    Aurora dips down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sleep well,” she whispers and walks back out into the flowers, disappearing before your very eyes.

    You go inside and to bed, surprised by how quickly sleep comes. When you wake up, you find the pearls of moonlight all over your pillows. You pick them up, and they turn to mist in your palms. 

    You go to your window, opening it and seeing the entire field is full of mist. The sky is a gray lavender, and the sun seems low and heavy. You sigh, touching your lips, already excited to see Aurora again. You pray that it wasn’t some silly dream.

    That evening, you wait for the fireflies again. You watch them rise and float about, as they do, Aurora steps out from the wildflowers, and you rush off the porch to meet her.

    “Were you waiting on me?” She asks with a bright smile on her lips.

    You catch your breath and nod. “I was curious,” you murmur. “I had this horrible thought I might have been dreaming.”

    Aurora giggles. “Are you happy that you weren’t?”

    You nod and step closer to her. “Yes.”

    Aurora takes your hand, and you notice her white, lavender glow is starting to look more pink. She takes you out into the flowers, and you lay down there in the field. The fireflies create a curtain around the both of you. Aurora keeps a hold of your hand as she points to the stars, telling you stories about each one she motions to. 

    You must have fallen asleep to her tales because you wake up in bed. Sitting on your nightstand, you see a small glass jar with something glowing inside. It looks like more of the pearls of moonlight.

    Each night, Aurora comes to you from the flowers. Every night, the color of her glow changes. It shifts from lavender to pink, to yellow, to green. As the moon wanes, the brightness of her glow starts to dim as well.

    One evening as she sits on the porch with you. She’s playing with your hair as a light rain falls over the field. 

    “Why did you come back?” Aurora asks. “Why now? I mean, I am happy to have you here. But why?”

    You sigh and look down at your hands. “My heart was broken,” you admit. “So I came to the only place I felt I could heal from it.”

    Aurora puts her arms around you from behind. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

    You feel tears sting in your eyes as Aurora holds you. “It still hurts,” you whimper as the tears start to fall. “I feel so broken and beyond repair.”

    Aurora’s arms squeeze tighter.

    “I want to forget it so bad.” You turn and look at Aurora. “Why won’t it leave me alone?” You whisper.

    Aurora brushes your hair from your face and kisses your tears from your cheeks. You sniffle and tilt your head, meeting her soft, warm kiss. You hold her, sighing as the tears begin to stop. Aurora holds your face between her palms and smiles at you.

    “It means you are healing,” she tells you. “And I will stay beside you,” she says. “Through pain or passion.”

    You sniffle and rub your eyes. You then laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to break down on your like that.”

    Aurora brushes away the tears you missed. “Don’t feel sorry for that,” she whispers. “I’m happy you feel comfortable enough to cry around me.”

    You butt your forehead to hers. “I really wish I could remember you.”

    “Me too,” she sighs. “But I don’t mind making new memories with you.” She kisses you again, and you lean into her.

    “Were you my first kiss?” You whisper to her. 

    Aurora beams. “It was your sixteenth birthday,” she whispers. “I came to your window that evening and when I asked what you wanted you kissed me.” She strokes her fingers under your chin. “It was the best moment of my life.”

    You sigh with relief. “Oh, good,” you whisper. “For the longest time, I thought my first kiss was with my boyfriend in college.”

    Aurora giggles. “That bad?”

    You nod. “Awful,” you close your eyes and tilt out your chin, letting Aurora kiss you again. She smells so good, like flowers and rain, and the bark of trees. 

    “Better?” Aurora whispers as she pulls back.

    You gaze into her eyes as they glow soft mint. “Best.”

    Aurora kisses your cheek. “Your birthday is coming soon, right?” She asks.

    You nod. “On the new moon,” you tell her.

    “Then, you will have to think of a birthday wish for me,” she whispers. “Anything at all, I will find a way to give it to you.”

    On the morning of your birthday, you look outside finding that the mist has returned, thicker than ever. You go to visit your grandparents that afternoon as the fog continues to linger thick in the air. In the distance, the clouds growl and grumble like an irritated cat. Thunderstorms are coming.

“Happy birthday!” Your grandmother greets you happily. “You seem like you’re in a good mood!” 

“I feel like I am,” you tell her. You walk inside, seeing the wall of photographs that go from you being little to graduating high school and college. “Grandma,” you start. “Does the name Aurora mean anything to you?”

She stalls then chuckles. “You know, it does.” She goes over to the chest in the living room, taking out one of her many scrapbooks. “She was your imaginary friend. Don’t you remember?” She holds the scrapbook up to you.

Inside you see your old drawings. They feature you and another little girl who resembles Aurora. In the corner of each picture, you see the moon as it goes through its phases. Depending on the stage of the moon, Aurora was a different color.

“She was a, oh let me see if I can remember,” your grandmother tuts. “You were such a creative girl back then, I thought for sure you’d be like your mother and become a writer,” she chuckles.

“Oh!” She then gasps. “That’s right, she was a fairy of the forest,” your grandmother laughs. “Although you got mad if we ever said fairy.”

“Just because she has wings doesn’t mean she’s-” you hesitate as the words come back to you from childhood.

“That’s right!” Your grandmother chuckled. “You used to say she came from the moon to protect the earth when it was new. I figured, when you were young, you got into your grandfather’s books.”

You glance through the pictures in the scrapbook. You close it, not fully remembering, but knowing that there is something forgotten.

As you go back home, it starts to rain. You grunt, charging through the oncoming storm. Thunder growls and lightning cracks right in your path. You scream, falling back into the mud. Your heart is going a thousand miles a second it feels like. You try to stand up, but slip and fall into the mud again.

“I’ve got you,” Aurora’s soft voice says as she picks you up. She smiles at you, and you feel so relieved to see her. She waves her hand and the rain around you stops falling. The drops hang suspended in the air and Aurora waves through them like a beaded curtain.

Aurora gets you home and inside as the storm rages. “Poor thing,” she whispers. Her skin’s glow seems less now. It is dewy and white and glimmers like a pearl. Her eyes are a dark, deep blue.  You lean in, kissing her soft lips.

Aurora murmurs softly, parting from you. “We need to get you undressed.”

You stand on your tiptoes, kissing her again. She gives in to this kiss, parting her lips so you can taste her. She then pushes you back gently. 

“You’re freezing and muddy,” she whispers.

You nod. “Yeah, uhm-” you look to the bathroom. “I’ll go get a shower. I’ll make us some tea when I get out.” You head to the bathroom where you peel off your soaked clothes. 

Aurora’s long fingers trail up your spine, making you shudder. You turn around, looking up at her and her soft expression. Her fingers slip down your neck, stroking between your breasts and down your belly.

You stretch out your fingers, touching her and feeling how silky her skin is. Aurora’s breath shudders and her hand wraps around your hip. You take a step towards her, closing the gap between you. She has no breasts, just a smooth chest. You kiss there and along her sides. Aurora’s voice pitches and she sighs. She tilts your head up, planting a kiss on your lips. 

“You need to shower,” she murmurs.

You nod. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

Aurora smiles. “If you continue, then I won’t either.” She places you in the shower and closes the curtain.

You turn on the hot water, washing the mud from your hair and skin. As you wash yourself, you touch your breasts, feeling how hard your nipples have gotten. You run your hand down your belly and then slip your fingers between your thighs. You haven’t felt this painfully aroused in ages. Your need for Aurora’s body and touch goes beyond primal lust. It is a deep, compelling need. It is your love for her that makes you ache so.

You rub your clit and slip your fingers inside, feeling your inner walls clamp around them with need. It’s been so long, that even this simple touch feels good. You pull your fingers back and taste yourself on them.

Once you get out of the shower, you slip on a robe. You find Aurora standing on the porch, watching as the storm rages. You stand beside her, taking hold of her hand. Aurora squeezes your palm them laces her fingers with your own.

“You feel much better,” she says. “So warm.”

You smile at her. “Do you want tea?” You ask.

She glances back out at the rain, and her wings shudder. “You cannot see it,” she murmurs. “But it is the new moon tonight.” She sighs and looks back at you. “I do not like the dark.”

You tug on her hand. “Then stay with me. I don’t want you to go tonight.”

Her smile is soft and warm. “Is that your birthday wish?” She whispers. Her long fingers push aside your damp hair. “If so, I’ll grant it.”

You swallow down your heart. “No,” you answer her. “I do wish it, but I want you to stay because you want to. Not because of what I want.”

Her eyes soften. “I want to stay,” she says. “I want to kiss you,” he voice trembles. “I want to kiss you over and over again until my lips grow numb.” She wraps both hands around your hips. “I want to make love with you. I want to feel your shudder and release from my fingers I-” she steps back, cupping her hands around her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she squeaks. 

You grin at her. “Aurora,” you whisper. “I want that too.” You close the distance between you again as thunder growls behind you. 

“I want you laying on top of me,” you confess to her. “I want your lips all over my skin. I want to touch you and remember every inch.” You look into her eyes. “I love you.”

Aurora sniffles and kisses you. “I love you too.”

You open up the robe and let it drop around your feet. “My birthday wish is that you touch me as you want to.”

Aurora bites her lip, and her hand closes around your breast. You whimper softly as he fingers knead and then pinch your nipples. She dips down, kissing you with an open mouth. Her long tongue swirls inside as she presses her body to yours.

    You take her hand, leading her inside and to your bedroom. You open the sliding glass doors so you can still hear the rain. You go to her on the bed, laying down beside her. She pets down your side, her hand resting on your hip.

    “Am I really what you want?” She asks unsurely.

    You inch closer to her. You wrap your legs around her thigh. “You are what I have always wanted,” you whisper. 

    She presses her leg up, letting your rub yourself against her. You moan softly and gaze into her eyes. Aurora dips down, bringing your breasts to her mouth. She nurses them, gently kneading one with her hand as she sucks the other.

    You whimper, feeling her sharp teeth on your skin. You sigh and groan, rutting against her leg as your need grows. 

    Aurora giggles. “You’re burning me,” she sighs. She rolls you over onto the bed and poses herself above you. 

She kisses you, sucking on your tongue before she kisses down your body. You watch her as she lifts your legs, spreading them apart. She kisses your mound, and her long tongue slithers out. She licks you and you sigh. Your back arches as he tastes you. 

    “Oh wow,” you moan as he tongue slips inside you. “Ah!” You cry out as her fingers tap at your clit.

    Aurora giggles and her eyes look up at you. She slips her fingers inside you and sighs as you clamp tight around her. “Having you been craving me?”

    You moan and sigh, pushing your hips forward to meet her touch. Her fingers slip deeper inside, and her lips suction around your clit. You cry out, grasping at her hair and tangling your fingers in it. You grunt and moan, gasping out her name.

    Aurora’s fingers move faster inside you. They curl slightly hitting the sweet spot inside. You writhe, kicking your legs as your thighs start to tremble. She sucks hard, and her fingers press against the spot. You gush along her fingers, unprepared for the sudden, body quaking orgasm that took hold of you and shook you to your core.

    Aurora licks you up, chuckling. She slips her fingers into your mouth, and you suck them. “I take it you enjoyed that?” She purrs.

    You grunt in agreement.

    Aurora lays down beside you, kissing you and holding you until you calm. “That was so amazing,” you sigh.

    Aurora giggles. “And I’m still not done yet.” She takes your hand, guiding it down. 

She moves your fingers between her legs. You feel something slick and strange. Her folds are different from yours. They feel thinner and more petal like. They open and spread out, revealing a slick, puffy entrance. You dip your fingers inside her, and she moans into your ear. You roll over, so you’re lying chest to chest with her. You kiss her neck and shoulders as you rub her and slip your fingers inside. 

    Aurora holds you close, moving her hand, so it’s back between your legs. You feel sensitive and raw, but Aurora’s fingers and touch is welcome. You both stroke and pet, feeling each other and listening to your voices. Aurora whimpers and coos, her body trembles and twitches. She grinds her hips, making your touch go deeper. You gasp and pant, letting her long fingers deep back inside you, filling you.

    You both grunt and moan, pressing close together and kissing. You suck her tongue, and she bites your lips. You moan into each other’s mouths, gasping and moaning until her feel her suction around your fingers. She cries out, shuddering and spasming. 

She pushes you down onto the bed, kissing you hard and deep. She pushes your fingers out from her, and she lays on top of her. She’s heavier than you thought, but the weight of her feels good.

    Aurora moans, trembling as she sits up. She collapses back on top of you, and you wrap your arms around her. “Stay,” you coax her.

    She whimpers softly, her hands pet up your sides. “I want more though,” she whines.

    You chuckle, kissing the top of her head. “We have all the time in the world.”

Aurora chuckles, resting her cheek on your breast. “I suppose you’re right,” she whispers softly. “I just can’t wait,” she smiles serenely. “I want to feel more with you. I want to make it all deeper and more fulfilling. I want it to linger in your body until dawn.”

You tilt her chin up, kissing her. “I do too,” you whisper. “Right now, this was more than I ever could have dreamed.” You touch her cheek and grin. “I love you.”

Aurora returns your smile. “Are you happy?”

“Of course, why do you even ask?” You kiss her again.

You wake in the morning, finding Aurora still snuggled to your breast. You kiss her, and she snuggles close. Her glow is gone, and her skin looks very rosy. 

She wakes and looks up at you. She grunts softly and tucks her head under your chin. “A little more,” she groans.

You chuckle and hold her close. “Good morning,” you murmur.

“Mm,” she kisses your neck. 

You turn and look out the open glass door, you see it’s still raining. You tilt her head up, kissing her hungrily. 

“Did you dream well?” Aurora asks as you cuddle to her.

“I dreamed about you,” you whisper. “Pretty much just about everything we did,” you laugh.

Aurora grins. “No wonder you smell so delicious,” she purrs. “I’m still not done.”

“But it’s not my birthday anymore,” you giggle as she rolls you back into the bed.

Aurora sits up, her hair falling in her face. “I don’t need a reason to want to touch you,” she moans. Her fingers drag down your center. “Because I love you.”

You reach up, touching her face. She licks your fingers and kisses your palm. You pull her down, meeting her kiss as you wrap your legs around her waist.

“I love you too,” you whisper to her.