I’m not exactly sure when or where “fairy tales” got such a bad rap. Because it’s usually a pretty bitter, cynical person who even refers to the lovely stories of my people as fairy tales. You can practically feel the disdain plastering your skin when they spew the phrase out as if it’s laced with poison.
Well, everyone has a right to feel however they do about them. But there's really no surprise that the ones who don't believe in fairy tales never get to experience them.
And it's their loss, really, because we’re in the fairy realm, just waiting. But only for those who believe. And what you also may not realize, is that the human idea of a fairy tale is nothing like a true fairy tale. We aren't the ones creating your unrealistic human fantasy stories, so how these became linked to fairies, I'll never know.
For instance, there’s a couple I have my eye on now.
Paula and Oliver.
And their story is the farthest from the human idea of how a fairy tale should look as possible. There are no princes, no knights, no shining armor, and no glass slippers here.
Just two people who are afraid to give their all to one another for fear of being hurt, abused, betrayed, and abandoned. But those fears are just the norm in the human world, though. Fear in general, actually, is what keeps most of them away from their absolute best. And not just in love. But that, well that’s another story entirely.
Right now, my attention is on the potential romance that I'm overseeing between Oliver and Paula.
He’s at her doorstep now after they had a pretty nasty spat last night about his intentions for their relationship. A year and a half they’ve been together, and he’s yet to give her a straight answer about where he sees them going in the future, or if they even have one together.
Paula, of course, has the typical human hang-up of obsessing over the future and needing to define and label things instead of just living in the moment. And we’re used to cases like this one. In fact, we get a lot of these kinds of cases these days, so this should be easy to resolve. So simple that I think I won’t have to call in my own partner, Gerundis, for assistance this time. I'm pretty sure I can handle it myself.
The light turns on. I see the relief on Oliver’s face when the door opens and Paula steps back to let him inside. Even I’m surprised, really. I was sure she wouldn’t let him in so soon. I expected at least another day or so until she’d warmed up to the idea of even seeing him. But hey, I’m fine with whatever is going to make this thing easier for me.
Oliver stood awkwardly next to the front door, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he stared down at the floor and shuffled his feet.
Paula crossed her arms and glared at him as if they were in a standoff.
I sighed. I thought it would be easier than this.
“You need help out there?” I heard Gerundis’ voice echo around me. He hadn’t bothered to show himself but I knew he was undoubtedly watching me and the scene from dimensions away. So I knew he could see me shaking my head in annoyance.
“No,” I said defiantly. “I’m taking care of it.”
His laughter echoed around me in the protective field I occupied as I observed Oliver and Paula. I was getting irritated, a clear indicator that the couples’ negative energy was starting to penetrate my space. Even a shield wasn’t quite enough protection from the deep, corrosive energy that couples emitted in situations like this. So my short temper was no surprise.
“If I need you, I’ll call you.”
Gerundis chuckled once more before I could feel the vacancy from his departure.
Alone now, I turned back to the stubborn couple.
Paula tapped a foot on the tile floor and Oliver looked up at her, exhaling a breath before he finally spoke up.
“Look, Paula. I really didn’t mean to say that I couldn’t ever see us being together. It's just…" Oliver let his sentence drift off.
Paula watched him with her arms folded across her chest. I'd clearly underestimated how difficult this job would be.
My eyes went back to Oliver. He was closing down even more now as the slump of his shoulders became pronounced and his feet turned toward the door. He was ready to leave.
But he couldn't yet. He wouldn't have decided to come to her place like this if he hadn't intended to fix this, or at least to tell her how he felt.
I reached into my satchel. Yes, I did pull out a bag of fairy dust. That's at least one of the things humans got right about us.
I scooped out a handful of the iridescent granules and moved closer to Oliver, breaching the protective shield to blow the particles in his direction. When it crossed the barrier and into their human realm, the dust was invisible, but its effects were potent.
I waited, but not long, because seconds later Oliver's nose crinkled and his face contorted. Next came what I was waiting for. He let out a huge sneeze.
It worked. Fairy dust is a kind of truth agent. It heals and cures illness, but most importantly it can dig way down deep until a person's truth is revealed.
Hopefully, now we could get Oliver to break down his defenses and just speak honestly.
Oliver stretched his eyes wide and blinked rapidly, as unbeknownst to him, my dust was working its magic and spreading throughout his system.
They couldn't detect it but I could see the colorful path that the dust traveled, from his head down to his feet, gradually brightening the field around him.
He stood taller, his back straight and shoulders squared as I knew he was preparing to speak frankly.
"I didn't come here to continue fighting, Paula. I only thought you deserved for me to come tell you how I felt, and not for me to send it with just a text."
Paula swallowed and uncrossed her arms, as her demeanor softened.
"I do care for you. I always have. But the fact that I'm not ready to move to a more serious step in the relationship isn't about me stringing you along. I'm just not sure I have what you'll need in a long-term partner, in a husband."
I watched Paula's face stiffen again as her barrier shot back up to separate them. She was on the defense again, and the reddening of her cheeks suggested that she was ready to let him have it.
"So, you're giving me the” it's not you, it's me” excuse?"
"That's not what I meant," he said with a shake of his head.
They continued their bickering as I reached for the bag of dust again. "Your turn now, " I said, splashing Paula with more of the brightly colored granules.
Her nose wrinkled and she held her hand in mid-air awaiting the sneeze. When it finally came, she gave a shake of her head and looked up at Oliver, her expression softer than before. They laughed together before Paula said what they were both thinking, "Something in the air, I guess."
"Yeah, I guess so," Oliver agreed, his tone lighter now too as he shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall beside him.
It was Paula’s turn to relinquish her defensive barrier. “I don’t want to fight anymore either.” She averted her eyes to a blank spot on the wall behind him and her voice was barely above a whisper when she said, “Actually, I kinda wonder if I feel the same way.”
Oliver’s brows lifted and he pushed off of the wall to take a step closer to her. “Yeah?”
“Um-hmm. It’s just...I didn’t want to feel like I was being led on. You know, you hear friends and the ‘experts’,” she said, raising her fingers in an air quote gesture around the word experts, “always saying that if a guy isn’t ready to get serious within this timeframe, or if he hasn’t proposed by a certain time, then he’s probably just not serious about you.”
Oliver opened his mouth to speak, but she raised a hand to continue.
“But really, I don’t even know if I care. I mean, when you said what you said and after you’d left and I’d cooled down, I started to think about it. And I asked myself, ‘Do you even want something more serious? And is Oliver the man you want it with?”
Oliver’s face dropped, as if he now suspected that her answer to the last question would be no. I smiled. The realization of what he’d had was starting to hit him hard. Somehow I was willing to bet that his own answers to the same questions wouldn’t be a simple no anymore. Not with the way his eyes shone with new respect and appreciation as he watched the woman in front of him.
“I was letting every voice and opinion outside of me scare me and rush me, when even I wasn’t ready to take that step in our relationship. And now, I think I’d rather not do it.”
Oliver spoke up, unable to mask the slight tremor in his voice. “So, you want to completely end it?”
Paula gave a wistful smile. “I enjoy us, and what we have. I don’t question your love for me. And I know I love you. But I love you enough to want to see you wherever you can be happy. And if ending this is what will do that, then it’s what we’ll do.”
Oliver sighed, falling back to rest against the wall again. Paula’s even, measured voice replaced the silence between them. “I don’t want you to think that I’ll be bitter. I won’t. I’ll be upset, but I don’t want to keep you in something you don’t want to be in. Life goes on, Oliver, and so will I."
Even I held my breath as I waited, watching them.
Both had revealed their truths. And now it was only a matter of choice. What would they choose?
You sure you’re okay there? I jumped when I heard Gerundis’ voice echoing around me again.
“God...stop doing that, Gerundis.”
His laughing, usually infectious enough to have me laughing with him, was now just making my skin crawl in aggravation.
It looks like you need a little help, is all I'm saying, he teased with a snort.
"I'm fine," I lied. I had no idea if this would work, and I may have needed to combine efforts with my partner. But I couldn't give up so easily yet. "If I need you, I'll call you Gerundis." I put on my best, most confident voice as I felt his energetic presence dissipate again.
Free of Gerundis' distractions, I turned my attention back to my couple and immediately smiled. They'd moved closer to one another and Oliver's hands were on her arms. He caressed her skin as he spoke to her softly.
"I don't want to lose you. I think I’m just afraid."
I watched Paula's eyebrow lift in surprise. It was clear she’d never heard such honesty from him before. I smiled, pleased to know that my dust was still working.
Paula lifted a hand to his face and stroked his cheek tenderly. “I’m here,” she said, her voice soft and assuring.
"I just don't want to disappoint you, either."
A moment of quiet passed as they looked into each other's eyes. Paula spoke first. "How about this...we keep everything how it is. We won't make empty promises to be together forever and we won't pressure one another. For now it’s you and me. But if at any time there is someone who better fits into our lives, we'll tell each other first. "
Oliver swallowed as he seemed to weigh out the implications of her suggestion. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's good."
Paula took his hand in hers and squeezed. "When its time to move on, we move on," she said kissing his fingers and looking up at him with a wistful smile.
Oliver answered with another silent nod as emotion clouded his eyes. He stepped forward to place his finger under her chin, lifting her face to his. He circled an arm around her waist and pulled her into him. “I’m not ready to move on yet,” he said, whispering the words as his lips brushed against hers.
Oliver scooped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him until their bodies pressed together tightly. His hand moved down to cup her ass cheeks as he took her mouth into his. “God, I missed this,” he said before returning to kiss her mouth.
Usually this was where I would make my exit and leave the newly reconciled lovebirds to their own devices. But honestly, these two made me work pretty damned hard for this. So I figured I deserved to share in their beautiful, renewed sexual energy.
I watched as Oliver moved them forward until Paula's back was against the wall behind her. His hand traveled up beneath her skirt until it stopped between her legs.
Paula released a long, low moan as her hips moved forward against his fingers. Oliver's other hand cradled her ass in his grip as he leaned in to meet her mouth. Even from where I observed them I could feel the scorching heat that rose from their bodies and collided with the barrier covering me.
I reached a hand out to absorb the warm waves of their joint energy into my own. This was nothing like the caustic sting of their warring energies before. This time it was revitalizing, much greater and much more powerful. I couldn't fight the smile that lit my face as I felt their essence within me. I deserved to share in that beautiful feeling after how much it took to help unite them.
Oliver pulled Paula's body against his own and began to grind against her.
Then, Gerundis' voice echoed around me once more. "You did it, Salma. Even without my help. Nice."
Before I could respond, Gerundis materialized beside me. As always, his presence warmed me instantly. I turned my face up to look into his greenish-gray eyes. The smile on his face spread to those same eyes until brilliant sparkling flashes lit his irises. Gerundis, my partner in love and in mission since the beginning of time, knew me well. And he knew that the brilliant shine of his eyes were always my weakness.
His arm enclosed my waist and pulled my body into his before I could say a word. He leaned down to merge his mouth with mine and when his lips met mine, my attention was no longer on the love between the couple outside of our barrier. Now my full focus was only on making love to my own life partner.
I opened up instantly to him. Not just my mouth, but my heart and my soul. Gerundis knew me inside and out. After ages together, he instinctively knew what I liked and needed. And I, too, knew him inside and out. But even after all of this time, we never tired of one another.
I sighed when he traced his lips slowly down my neck and flicked his tongue along my collarbone. I shuddered with the light whipping teasing against one of my most sensitive parts. Through my lashes I saw him lift his head enough to smile at me with those bright eyes and noted the knowing smirk on his handsome face.
His tongue continued its trail down my chest until he found my hard nipples peeking through the thin silky fabric of my dress. He enclosed his mouth over my breast and a moan escaped my mouth as he suckled me. His tongue circled my areola and then flicked my nipple making me squirm in his arms. Then he proceeded to suckle me again, followed by more ardent licks. My squeals of pleasure filled the enclosed space around us.
Gerundis lifted his head to let out a quick self-satisfied laugh. And I knew that he was pleased with his work. He lifted the thin fabric of my dress and found me bare, warm and wet underneath. He grunted and his rod stood at attention in response to his arousal.
We'd done this dance of desire for ages but it never grew old for either of us. We were designed and made for each other and our bodies knew exactly what to do when they were together.
He moved his hand between my thighs and cupped my mound. I gasped when his fingers slipped inside me. Gerundis leaned forward to recapture my lips within his own mouth as his fingers stroked me inside. I moaned against his soft lips and moved my hips in time with his stroking digits. As if rewarding my eagerness, he inserted another finger, stretching me further. But he knew me well. And he knew that it would only increase my desire to have his hard rod pulsing inside me.
My hand groped at his pants, desperate to feel him. When I found it, I gripped and stroked him until he grew harder in my hand. And I could no longer take the barrier of his pants blocking me from feeling the skin of his velvet shaft against my palm. I whipped his trousers down and watched his thick rod spill out toward me.
I knew that my own eyes were shining iridescent, the way they always did when he revealed himself to me. I ran my tongue slowly over my lips and watched his face light up. We both knew the treat that he was in for.
He lifted himself from the ground until I was face to face with his magnificent package. I reached out eagerly to accept it between my hands and lowered my lips to meet him. The tangy-sweet taste of his flesh flooded my taste buds and I tightened my mouth around his shaft. Gerundis' breath whooshed out past his lips as I massaged him with my mouth. His fingers slid through my hair and he gripped my head in his palm pulling me in farther to take more of him in.
The aroused energy from Gerundis created a heat that emanated from his shaft and body. It warmed my mouth and hands as they stroked and sucked him.
It wasn't just our flesh that merged but our minds too as his thoughts entered my head.
Ohhhh that's nice. I should let you handle these by yourself more often if this is what I'll get.
My lips curved up into a naughty grin as I met his eyes. And I knew that he could hear the thoughts in my mind as I responded back.
I have so much more than just that for you, I thought, lifting my own body until I now levitated and was at eye level with him. I slid my dress off and brought my naked body closer so that my skin was now flush against his. Our bodies began their age-old synchronized dance, now aglow as we merged and his shaft entered me.
I reveled in the effortless dance of our bodies and the feel of Gerundis' hands running along my entire body.
He flipped my body around, spread my thighs, and re-entered me from behind. Beneath my lowered lids, I could see Paula and Oliver's naked bodies intertwined on the floor as they too participated in their own dance of love.
Oliver's moans and Paula's shrieks reverberated against the walls of our protective enclosure. And soon our sounds filled the space around us as we became lost in our own pleasure.
Oliver pulled away to lower himself down until his face was between my thighs. He lifted one thigh up and onto his shoulder, delighting me with the warm stream of his breath against my sex. I writhed in anticipation beneath his strong grip on my thigh and let my head fall back in ecstasy with the first long, slow lick against my clitoris.
And when he enclosed my clit between his lips and began his rhythmic suckling, my body bucked with the pure sensation of pleasure. "Gerundis," I wailed, my fingers getting lost in the soft curls of his hair as I pulled his head in deeper, craving more of his tongue against my pulsing bud. Gerundis obliged, satisfying my craving with the persistent lapping of his tongue on me.
A heavy sigh outside of our enclosure took my attention away from Gerundis' kisses on my clit. But only for a moment, as I opened my eyes to see Paula’s sweaty, naked form atop Oliver's body as he held her close. The afterglow of their lovemaking filled the space around them and spread, inching toward us. But the light that Gerundis and I created from our joining was many times that generated by the now satiated couple.
A light nibble of my inner thigh snapped my attention back to my lover between my legs. I glanced down at the grin on Gerundis' face. But it didn't last long because he returned to bury himself in my sex, latching onto my clit and suckling mercilessly. I wriggled beneath him and gyrated my hips to match his rhythm until I exploded, releasing into his mouth.
Gerundis ran his tongue along his lips, sending my arousal back into overdrive as J watched him savor the last remnants of my taste on his tongue.
A look of near-crazed desire took over his face as he gripped my hips and pulled me toward him. He slid into my cum-slickened core again, subjecting me to his delicious fast-paced movements. His fingers dug into my skin as his body stiffened. He was ready to cum. And so was I…again. Gerundis bent forward to capture my lips between his own, and kissed me passionately as he released inside me. I rode the wave of climax with him, my body trembling with my own release.
Gerundis' arms encircled me as we too basked in our intimate afterglow. Though my eyes were closed as I recuperated, I could hear the quiet laughter of the newly reconciled lovers just outside the barrier.
I felt the wet kiss of Gerundis' lips on my forehead. "Not bad for a solo project," he said, pulling my body in closer to his.
So, that’s that. A tiny glimpse into a real fairy tale. And if you’re wondering why I’d let you peek into the realm, the answer's quite simple really. It’s about time we make clear what a fairy tale is, and what it is not.
Sadly, everyone doesn’t get a fairytale. At least, not until they can learn to believe in fairy tales. And the only reason they don’t believe is because of misguided views of what fairy tales actually are.
Even our tales aren't always perfect all of the time. The only requirement in a true fairy tale is that a human must be willing to work with us to create their own fairy tales their own way, every step of the way. Then, and only then , will you truly experience one of our tales.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.