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Pixie's Fairy Tale	By : MPlug Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 6610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pixie's Fairy Tale
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 6
- 7
- 8
I'm a little concerned about the fate of the Marvel Universe post-Secret Wars. Even if it doesn't end up a mess on the level of the New 52, here's always a sense of throwing the baby out with the bath water and I'm not sure where Pixie will fit in to the new universe, but she's at least in the first issue of A-Force, which is hopefully something.
Anyway, nothing I could do about it but write and nothing you can do but hopefully review!
Chapter Seven
After their shower, Pixie had excused herself to another room to dress in private, promising another surprise. Shepherd's enhanced senses soon detected the sound and flashing light that signaled her teleportation, but wasn't too worried. He figured she was just picking something else up from her old home and would be back shortly.
He took his time getting dressed, did some cleaning in preparation for their guests tomorrow. Then, after half an hour or so, he heard her rematerialize in the antechamber just outside the main dining hall.
Eager to see her again after even so short an absence, Shepherd jogged off to the room before she'd even had a chance to call him and instantly dropped his jaw when he saw what she'd prepared for him.
She was dressed in a crisp white button-down blouse, black tie, grey pleated skirt, white knee-high socks, and black maryjanes. She'd completed the outfit with a little black crested cardigan and a black headband. She had also moved his small Edwardian writing desk into the center of the room and was seated behind it on a simple wooden chair she'd brought in from the dining room. She had her legs together primly, wings modestly lowered behind her, her hands on the desk with her notebook open, and her eyes alert and a bright smile on her face: every bit the attentive student.
"Are you ready to teach me, Mr. Shepherd?" she asked sweetly. "I'm ready to learn."
Shepherd grinned, happy to play along with any of her fantasies. "Of course, Ms. Gwynn. I'm glad you were able to meet with me privately."
"Well, this is my free period and I really need help to pass your class," she explained. "I'm just glad you offered to meet with me."
Shepherd didn't miss the clues in her words: in his fantasy he had extended the invitation and it was during school hours. She was subtly letting him know that he was to be the seducer in this game. "You are one of the brightest students in this class, Megan," he assured her warmly as he moved closer, "I'd hate to see you fall behind."
Pixie lowered her eyes demurely. "Oh, I'm hardly one of the brightest..." she said smiling. "But I really want to do my best for you, Mr. Shepherd."
"You have been, Ms. Gwynn," he told her. "I'm very impressed with the progress you've been making."
"It's just because you're such a good teacher," she said shyly. "I didn't understand any of this before you came along."
"Don't be so modest, Ms. Gwynn, you're an excellent student," he replied. "Attentive, talented... Pretty."
"Mr. Shepherd?" she asked, feigning shock.
"I know I shouldn't have said that. I don't usually let myself think of me students that way," he said, leaning over her closely from behind, "but you're just such a beautiful young woman. I can't keep my thoughts to myself anymore."
"Mr. Shepherd!" Pixie said, trying her best to sound aghast. "You shouldn't talk like that!"
"Ms. Gwynn," he said, reaching down to touch her exposed knee, "you're just so beautiful. I can't help being attracted to you this way."
Pixie lowered her face in over-the-top mock embarrassment. "Mr. Shepherd! You really shouldn't be saying things like that and you certainly shouldn't be touching me that way!"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Gwynn," he said softly, stroking his rough hand over her smooth young knee. "I can't help myself. You have such lovely knees."
"Mr. Shepherd!" she cried, pushing herself forward so she was just out of his reach. "That's incredibly inappropriate!"
"I know, Ms. Gwynn, I know," he said, moving in close to her. "I just can't resist any more..." Then began to stroke her long, willowy neck. Megan shuddered in response and soon he slipped his hand into her white blouse. "I want you so much..."
"Mr. Shepherd..." she purred. His strong hand found her thin bra strap and began to pet and trace it. "We really shouldn't be doing this..."
"You're right, of course... and I've tried to be professional but... it's just too much, Megan," he lowered himself closer to her and brought his left hand back onto her bare knee while the other hand slid down then length of her silken bra strap until his thumb was just barely touching the soft skin of her cleavage. "You can't tell me you don't feel the same way..."
"But, Mr. Shepherd..." she whispered. "This is really wrong. You could lose your job..." She felt Shepherd reach down to cup her bra-clad breast. "Aahhh!"
"I don't care about that, Megan," he assured her, one hand playing with her breast while the other was slowly tracing his palms up her pale smooth leg, stopping just short of going under her skirt. "Not if I can have just one moment like this with you."
"Mr. Shepherd..." she breathed. Then he closed the distance between, leaning over her for a kiss. Pixie closed her eyes and passively gave her mouth over to him. "Ohh..."
Pixie's kiss was more tentative, less aggressive than it had been since their very first, no doubt as part of her fantasy. Now that it was more a role than a reality (at least somewhat), she definitely seemed more comfortable playing the inexperienced young girl out of her depth. Shepherd followed suit with his role too, plundering her mouth as though it were completely new to him. He escalated his exploration of her body as well: while one hand groped her magnificently shaped breast through the silken fabric of her bra, his other gently stroked and caressed her lovely pale delicately curved leg. Pixie was nodding with approval as that hand went further and further up her thighs...until at last he let the strong hand slide under her little pleated skirt.
"Oohhhhh..." she cooed into the kiss as she felt hand on her inner thighs, stroking her naked hips with his forefingers while his thumb began to pet the front of her panties. Totally disregarding her character for a moment, she held his hand in gently place with hers, making sure he didn't stray too far.
They continued this way for a few moments, kissing lustily as he played with her under her clothes. Soon though, the excitement was too much and she pulled away from the kiss gasping for air. As she caught her breath, Pixie contented herself with watching his hand as it moved inside her skirt. It was so sexy to look at him as he touched her: his strong, masculine hands working in concert to bring her pleasure. At last he moved his two big fingers over the crotch of her panties and with unmistakable power but utter tenderness, began massaging her precious virgin slit through the fabric. His other hand was still cupping and squeezing her left breast through the bra as the little Welsh mutant groaned with pleasure.
"Ohhhh... Mr. Shepherd..." she moaned, between the feel of his skin through the material and the excitement of watching him move under her skirt, she was enraptured. She bit her lower lip slightly, knowing it would drive him crazy. "We'll have to keep this secret from the rest of the school..."
"If that's what you want, Megan," he gasped, leaning over even closer, feeling her shimmering wings fluttering between them. "Your skin is even smoother than I'd always imagined," he said, kissing her tender neck.
Pixie had fully given over to lust. Her exquisite, incredibly responsive little body was nearly vibrating out of her seat with his masterful touch, and he'd only just begun. He realized she was ready for the next phase, and Shepherd scooped her out of her seat and set her sweet little ass on the edge of the desk. Then he lifted up her skirt slightly to reveal a pair of silky sleek mint green bikini panties with tiny black spots dotted evenly throughout. They weren't one of his recent purchases for her, so she must have brought them from home, he realized. Probably a favorite pair she'd recovered for this occasion.
"I hope you like them, Mr. Shepherd," Pixie whispered. "I hoped you get to see them when I got ready for class this morning."
Shepherd left no doubt of his approval as he hitched the little skirt up all the way to her hips, then widened her legs to keep her sexy panties fully exposed. Shepherd brought his hand back to her veiled vagina, rubbing firmly in a powerful rhythm with two fingers while his free hand loosened her little black tie and pulled it over her pink hair before tossing it aside.
"Ohhhh... Imagine if the rest of the class saw us like this," Pixie panted, her tone making it clear she wished that could really happen somehow. She'd always fantasized about getting caught with Cyclops or Gambit after class by Santo or Surge or (especially) Velocidad... But it would be so much better if that could have happened with Gabriel... if everyone could see how much she really loved him, lusted after him. Maybe he was right and she really was secretly some kind of exhibitionist, she thought. But soon even those thoughts left her consciously as his hands continued their sacred work. Shepherd definitely knew what he was doing, and she was sure his expert touch could bring her more pleasure than most of the cocks in the world. "Oh, yeah... Yeah..."
Pixie cooed with pleasure, making her entire fantastically lustible teenage body quake with ecstasy. Her adorable elfin face was flushed with sweat, her sweet little mouth open and tempting as tiny line of saliva began to drip down her cute little pink chin. At the same time, the wetness of her pussy was beginning to be very apparent, the sweet smell of her driving him nearly insane with lust. Shepherd had to take the next step, he needed to reveal more of her tight little petite body right that moment.
"I need you," he rasped huskily, circling around to face her. "I need to see more of you."
At last he pulled open her white button-down top to reveal a bra that perfectly matched her panties: same green with the same evenly spaced black spots; sleek and sexy, cut to perfectly accentuate her trim, sexy teenage body.
"Looks like mint chocolate chip ice cream," he remarked.
"That's what I thought, too," she whispered.
"I wonder what it tastes like," he said. And then he set to finding out.
"Oh!" Megan squealed in surprise and delight as he lowered himself down to suck on her bra. He was such an animal with her underwear! She figured an older lover would have some kind of fetish, but she never could have predicted this. He kissed every one of the little black spots on her right bra-cup, sucking each of them as though he was trying to drink the dye right off the fabric. It seemed fair enough, though, she could have her fantasies and he could have his little predilections. And she was certainly enjoying herself too: writhing and quivering on the desk as a thin layer of shimmering sweat attractively graced her cleavage.
Shepherd buried his face into the welcoming material of the precious scrap of fabric, her fabulous breast cushioning him as he licked and lightly bit the little green bra. He was so driven, so hungry as he devoured the undergarment, almost throwing Pixie off balance with his forcefulness. "I always knew you loved my chest," Megan cooed, petting his hair lightly. "I always caught you staring at them during class. Trying to look down my shirt when you passed by my desk."
"I love them," he replied, giving the breast in his hand a gentle squeeze to accentuate his statement. "You have such beautiful breasts, Ms. Gwynn. Truly captivating... I couldn't help making excuses to get closer to them."
"Not the biggest out there," she pointed out.
"More important things than size," Shepherd replied as he kept kissing and groping her chest happily.
As he continued to indulge himself in tasting her bra, Shepherd also pulled her white blouse and cardigan down past her wings, inadvertently binding them. With the last few buttons still done, the shirt and sweater bunched around her waist where they joined her raised skirt. He then immediately returned his left hand back to her left breast, squeezing and caressing the supple teenage tit inside its beautiful bra. His other hand petted and stroked her exposed pink thigh, his thumb grazing just close enough to her core to feel the intense heat.
"Ohhhhh..." Pixie moaned. "I knew there was a reason this is my favorite class..."
At last he peeled down the right cup and began to kiss all around the firm, nubile breast desperately, as though he really did expect the Headmistress or another student to walk in at any moment. It would definitely be worth the consequences, he thought, and decided to fully give himself over to her fantasy. "And you're definitely my best student, Ms. Gwynn."
"Mmm... Do you do this with any of the other girls?" she asked breathlessly, fully enslaved by his hands and lips.
Shepherd considered this for a moment. Would the teacher in her fantasy be doing this with other students? Would that make it seems more forbidden or would she prefer to be special? He decided to dodge the issue entirely, first merely suckling hard on her adorable pink nipple, then reaching behind for the bra clasp while his other hand continued to rub her irresistible pussy through her little panties.
"Mr. Shepherd..." she moaned. "God..."
At last he undid the clasp and freed her glorious fleshy orbs, letting them loose with a mesmerizing bounce as he slipped the bra off of her arms and draped it over her exposed leg. He then moved to the other breast, kissing all around the areola as his face pressed against the fresh, welcoming flesh of her perfect round boob. They were so soft, so youthful and supple! Not, as she observed, the largest he had ever seen, felt, or tasted, but definitely the most perfect. As Pixie writhed her gorgeous ass (now covered only by the little mint green panties) all over the surface of the desk in pleasure, her wonderful teenage breasts bobbed enticingly against his mouth and skin, her body an endless feast for his senses. "Mmmph!" he moaned into her breast.
Perched cutely on the desk with her quivering legs dangling as he suckled and masturbated her, Pixie completely lost herself in the sensations of her older lover taking full command of her body. After several minutes of Shepherd's ministrations, however, she began to feel the need for greater nudity and reached behind to remove her shirt and cardigan. Her distraction made it something of a struggle, but after a time she was able to free her constricted wings and chest, leaving her completely naked from the waist up.
"Oh, fuck!" Shepherd gasped at the sight of her.
The desk nearly toppled as Shepherd began to kiss down his young lover's now fully exposed torso. While simultaneously stroking her chest between her breast, Shepherd ran his mouth worshipfully over her perfect teenage tits as she finally spread her wings angelically over him. He then moved lower, kissing her smooth, gently curved stomach, then resting a hand on each of her delectable hips as he kissed her pussy once hard through her skirt before once again raising it out of the way to expose her lovely bikini panties.
"Ohhhh!!!" she squealed in delight as he once again began to eat her through her panties. "Ohhh!!! You're such a good teacher!!!"
Shepherd's eager mouth lavished her mound with attention: kissing, licking, and nuzzling her virgin sex through her delightful panties. His lips and tongue stimulated her labia and her precious little clitoris while his tongue probed into her warm depths, forcing the silky fabric of her undergarment to brush against her inner walls. As she sighed and gasped with pleasure, her beautiful eighteen year old tits bounced magnificently and she quickly had to lower her wings to avoid hitting him with a wave of dust. "Ohhh!!! Ahhh!!! Mr. Shepherd!!" she screamed ceaselessly, if there really had been other students and faculty walking the halls, there was no way they wouldn't have heard them now. "Such a good teacher!"
Pixie could feel the divine pressure between her thighs as Shepherd ate her through her underwear, his tongue lapping over lips while his strong hands rubbed the material at her crotch and diddled her love button. He really was going to spread his panty fetish to her with the way he was making her feel: he was so driven, so aggressive and forceful, yet so tender and giving... the way he was using the feel of her own panties as a tool to stimulate her most sensitive places was simply phenomenal and she knew it was something she'd carry with her the rest of her life. "Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" she panted.
Shepherd kissed and suckled at her sacred vee in total supplication, the heat coming from her sex driving him forward. Inside her panties, Pixie had become incredibly wet even by her standards, and the tell-tale streams of girlcum had begun to trail down her legs. He drank her honey eagerly through her undergarment, pinch and tickling her love button to draw out more.
"Oohhhh..." Pixie moaned. Between her fantasy and Shepherd's expert treatment, Pixie was beside herself with rapture: she was shaking the desk so hard he had to bring more weight down with arms to stabilize it before it collapsed out from under them. Fortunately, the action brought her curvy little ass into grabbing range, and he instantly seized both perfect cheeks. "Aahhh!!!" she screamed.
He could tell she was close, she had started thrusting her hips off the desk, clenching her tight little cheeks in his hands as her climax approached and Shepherd wanted it to be an especially memorable one. Through her charming mint green panties he gave that round little butt a firm squeeze, then with two fingers he ever-so-lightly traced the valley between those two precious eighteen year old cheeks. Pixie shuddered and thrust her bush harder and faster into his mouth. "Oooohhh... This is sooooooo wrong..." she panted, her beautiful pink hair flying in all directions. "We're going to get caught for sure..."
Shepherd broke away from her pussy long enough to say "let them catch us." He couldn't help but notice her reaction whenever he touched her between her buttocks and realized to his good fortune that his little Pixie must really enjoy being played with there. "Let me know how you feel about this." And then he traced the precious cleft of her butt again, a little firmer and a little faster.
"Aaahhhh!!!" Pixie cried, flexing her beautiful wings in rhythm with the movement. She definitely enjoyed being touched there, but still missed the attention to her essence. "More!!! Don't... Don't stop eating me, though..."
Shepherd did as he was told, increasing the depth and pressure slightly and found the same reaction. Soon he began doing it repeatedly, over and over as he returned his mouth to her bush. With each eager movement of his tongue at her vagina, Pixie's fabulous little body would quiver and shake, with every rough movement of his hand at her ass, her shimmering wings would flap behind them, leaving her dust just out of range. "Huuuhh... Ohh... Ahh!" she would gasp and squeal, her body racked with limitless pleasure.
Soon she began to hump his face wildly, her panties spilling with her sweet teenage honey as her perfect little pussy spasmed and clenched with a powerful orgasm. Her exclamations were preverbal, speech temporarily lost to her, her sexy little body kept from falling of the desk as she shuddered with release only by his strong arms... but the glow on her flawless little face was transcendent. "Simply amazing," he said in awe as he watched her recovered.
"I've... learned... so much... in this class..." Pixie said. She was breathing hard after her exertion, making her breasts, stomach, and wings shake in the most captivating way. Shepherd nearly buried his face back between those lovely tits, but instead merely kissed her over her thighs as she regained her breath. "So many things I never thought I'd enjoy..."
"I'm always happy to help my star pupil discover the world," he replied.
"Well... You are definitely getting an apple on your desk tomorrow, sir," she said once she'd caught her breath, "maybe a whole pie. Or one of those mugs that says 'world's best teacher' or something."
"I think I'd take this again over a pie," he said, licking up the sweet cream dripping down her angelic legs.
As she watched him, Pixie realized this might be the perfect time to try her other idea. "Actually, I think I've got a better reward for you," she said, smirking playfully.
She motioned for him to rise back up to his feet and he complied. "Oh? What kind of reward?" he asked.
"Nothing much," she said sweetly. "Just a little something so that you know how much I appreciate everything you've taught me in class."
Shepherd watched eagerly as Pixie reached down for his zipper, leaving his belt buckled as she scrambled to expose his long, thick cock. "Going to take care of me with your hands, Ms. Gwynn?"
Pixie hid her smirk, he'd see soon enough. She took a deep breath and lowered her face towards his massive beast to get a better look at it. Up close, it was even bigger than she'd thought, a vast, swelling member practically twitching with anticipation. When her gentle breath touched it, it seemed to grow even further, increasing her fear and arousal.
"Megan? What are you doing?" he asked, the hope clear in his voice.
"You'll see," Pixie said. Licking her lips nervously, she chanced giving it a tentative kiss on tip.
"Ohhh... Pixie..." he moaned.
"I better get an A for this," Megan quipped cheerfully, nudging him back into their role-play.
"Gold stars, extra credit," Shepherd assured her, beside himself with joy as he rested his hand lightly on her soft pink hair. He'd been hoping for her to do this for him from the moment he first saw her, all the more so when he discovered she'd never done it before. Now, at long last it was happening, his angelic little Pixie was opening her sweet little pink mouth and taking him inside. "Ohhhhh... yessss..."
Pixie closed her lips lightly around the dome of her older lover's enormous cock, just the tip of his mighty member entering her warm, wet little mouth. He was so hard, a massive rod of flesh, and so warm, his blood and love coursing inside. She licked quickly the underside of his fat cockhead, finding the little spot that she'd discovered earlier.
"Ugghh!" Shepherd cried and dug his hands deeper into her pink hair reflexively.
Pixie repeated the action, this time letting her little tongue go further up, catching the precum forming at his tip. Definitely delicious, she thought, so salty and sweet, but she still wasn't sure about drinking it in larger quantities. What she was sure about was his reaction: Shepherd's cock twitched with joy while his breath quickened with each lick.
"Oh, god!" Shepherd gasped. Watching his perfect little virgin goddess suck him was beyond anything he could have hoped for. With each lick, her little pink head bobbed up and down with effort, her little wings set back with concentration. She was giving him everything she could, he could feel her breathing through her little nose to avoid coming for air as her small pink tongue circling his expanding member, so focused on giving him pleasure. And that's what aroused him most of all, knowing that she was doing this for him. Only him.
"So good..." he moaned. He had to move his hand from her hair to keep the desk from sliding over underneath her, but he trusted her to keep pleasing him.
Pixie leaned forward on the desk to take more of his length and brought her panty-clad ass into focus. Shepherd reached across to pull her skirt from falling back down, not wanting to let the gorgeous teenage ass be obscured from his lustful glare for even a second.
Pixie felt his eyes on her ass and gave her wings an accidental flutter. She'd never felt so sexy... so wanted as she did with Shepherd. She could hardly believe that for all he'd seen and the many years he'd lived, he was still so enthralled with her body. She popped her butt out a little further for him, trying to making it seem like she had done it through the natural movements of her blow job.
"Ohhhh... god..." Shepherd moaned. "Your ass..."
Pixie beamed with pride internally, knowing that she was bringing such satisfaction her older lover after all he'd done for her. Eager to please him further, she tried to take more of his length into her mouth. He was so large, however, and her mouth so petite, she had taken less than half of his massive penis into her mouth before she began to cough and choke.
"Careful," he cautioned. "Don't take too much."
Pixie complied and pulled back slightly. She guess she'd always have to "lollipop" him as Jubilee called it, which really made her doubt how well she'd be able to take him between her legs. But he didn't seem angry or disappointed she couldn't deep-throat his member, so she resumed her previous activities, kissing and licking his massive cockhead. She reached back into his pants and began to play with his balls, feeling them churn in anticipation.
"Uhhhh..." he cried. He loved her so much and there was so much love in the way she was sucking him, his perfect goddess lowering herself to satisfy his lust so fabulously. She kept her eyes closed through most of oral performance, but every so often she would look up to gauge his reaction, so eager to know she was doing well. "So beautiful," he assured her, "you're doing wonderfully..."
After several moments of sucking him while toying his testicles and shaft, Pixie decided to take things further. Again acting as though it were perfectly natural, she reached back to her panties, ostensibly just to adjust them, but actually pulling them higher up to expose more of each beautiful cheek and better display the curves of her butt. She arched her hips a little higher as well, knowing the image would drive him crazy.
Shepherd stared at the gorgeous pink globes of her tight teenage ass as his perfect little Pixie orally and manually pleasured him. His eyes darted between her ass, her beautiful wings, and her flawless little face as she sucked him. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world..." he gasped. "I've never wanted anyone else as much as I want you... Ahh!!!"
Pixie blushed at his words, feeling the honesty in them, reflecting her own need for him. She could feel he was very close to cumming again and she'd have to do something about that soon. Jubilee had told her guys always wanted girls to swallow, but she just didn't think she was capable of that yet. She still wanted to give him something a little special though, so she quickly grabbed her little bra from where it lay on the desk. She pulled her mouth away from his cock and rubbed the bra cup across the tip, setting him off instantly.
Between the feel of her still-warm saliva all over his member, the feel of her bra on his dick, and the fabulous view of her legs and ass in her panties, Shepherd cried out and let loose wave upon wave on spurting cum. Too much for the bra, it dripped onto Pixie's little pink hand and beyond, staining the desk.
"Oh, wow!" Pixie said proudly. "You really enjoyed that, huh?"
"Amazing..." Shepherd replied.
Pixie blushed and reached down to wiped her hand off, then thought better of it and began lick the thick cum off her little virgin hand. It was indeed more viscous and harder to swallow than the first salvos she had during while sucking him, but she was enjoying the taste (and his expressions as he watched her) enough to make it seem effortless.
So distracted was the recovering Shepherd by watching her drink his cum, that he didn't think to stabilize the desk until it collapsed out from under her. Though he quickly moved to catch her, they both collapsed lightly in a pile onto the floor laughing.
"I thought you had super-senses, Mr. Shepherd," she teased.
"I told you, years of living as a human," he explained, "sometimes I blend in too well."
"Mm-hmm, and you're supposed to be teaching me," she chided, hugging him closely.
"Good news, by the way," he said. "You're definitely getting an A plus."
"Ohhhhh... I wish I really had teachers like you," Pixie moaned, lightly petting his spent cock.
"Hmm... Probably safer as a fantasy," Shepherd said.
"Spoilsport," Pixie replied, releasing him.
"Anyway, it's definitely a game I'd be willing to go back to myself," he assured her.
"Tidy!" Pixie said as she snuggled back into him. "It will give you a chance to work on your backstory... You kind of slipped in and out there, buddy," she teased him warmly.
"Maybe you can help me with that," he replied, trying to keep his tone light. "Just so long as its not based on anyone real I'm open to recommendations."
Pixie could feel his discomfort. He could easily have checked her mind if he thought she was thinking about someone else, and it meant the world that he hadn't. "It's still you in my fantasy, believe me," she replied honestly. "If any of my actual teachers would have tried that, I really would have reported them." Even Cyclops, she thought, surprising herself.
"Okay," he whispered, kissing her forehead softly.
"What about you?" she asked after a moment.
"What about me?" he asked in turn.
"Don't you have any fantasies you'd like to try?" she said. "We're two to zero now?"
Shepherd shook his head. "I'm past all that now. I have habits and tastes..."
"Absolutely you do..." Megan chuckled.
"...But all I really want is you," he said honestly. "Your body, your heart. All I want is to be inside you and..."
There was something in his silence that said there was something more to it. "What?" she demanded.
"...I really do want to taste those gorgeous wings of yours," he admitted.
"Oh," Pixie said, relaxed to finally have it out there.
"They're so beautiful, Megan," he said. "And so much of what makes you who you are. To not be able to give them even the lightest kiss..."
"My dust..."
"Is it really so dangerous?" he asked. "I'm pretty powerful, you know."
"It worked against Wolverine and Colossus," she said solemnly. "And the Hulk in a simulation... Pretty powerful guys."
"Okay, we'll table that for now. But...." he said, making the tone playful again "is there any other fantasy you wanted to try?"
Pixie smiled. Having a day given over to fantasy made tomorrow's impending Reality seem less scary somehow. And as Shepherd's practiced hands circled her ass, she couldn't help but formulate one more.
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