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.It's What's Inside That Counts	By : keithcompany Category: +M through R > Precious Moments Views: 2204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One shelf below, she swung back in and landed lightly on her feet. She eased him from her shoulder holding him tight, making soothing sounds and patting his back. He sobbed a bit, then calmed under her attentions. Well, sort of. Being pressed against a breast for his first time wasn’t really calming, but he did stop screaming.
“This is what I’ve wanted,” she said, lowering him to the shelf. He looked around. More of the Spanish figures were here. When he turned full circle, he found himself face to face with Jesus.
A porcelain figure of the Savior stood in a position offering benediction. Michael stood stunned. He’d heard about the Lord his entire life, but never seen His image.
Peace knelt down before the figure. “This may be as close as I ever get to church,” she said softly. Lowering her head, she began to pray.
“I belong to the Lord,” he murmured, kneeling to join her. Voices sounded in his head, so he included all the other Precious Moments figures in his prayers. Even the boo-boo heads that renounced his love for Peace Offering.
He felt uniquely cleansed when he finished. He raised his head. For the rest of his existence, he’d have sworn that he saw the Jesus figurine smile at him briefly.
“Thank you,” Peace said. “That was the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.” She rolled to her side, resting her head on one elbow.
“That’s what friends are for,” he replied. She crooked a finger to draw him closer. He stepped up to her face. She pursed her lips and they kissed. It was amazing.
His entire mind was drawn together, focused on where their lips touched. The warmth from her body seemed to radiate through his entire head. They broke and he stepped back.
“You will always be my choice,” he said. Then turned and walked away.
Tiddly hovered in the air watching them. “I’m glad you fluttered into my life,” he told her, holding his hands out to be lifted.
“You’re going to leave her like that?” she asked, pointing over his shoulder to the dumbfounded woman.
“Happiness is a cheerful giver,” he replied.
“You are such a dweeb,” she snorted.
“What is he saying?” Peace asked. She rose to walk over.
“He says, I think,” the fairy explained, “that in giving you a gift you wanted, that made you that happy, he’s done all he thinks he can. He’s satisfied that you’re satisfied.”
“Who,” she asked, bending down to lift him again, “says that I’m satisfied?“ She charged forward in another breath-catching leap over the edge.
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Michael was surprised to find that the floor was carpeted. He had feared the Fall, imagining a jagged surface of right angles and nails. This was colorful loops, hardly a threat to anything. “Always in his care,” he muttered.
“If you think that’s amazing,” Peace said from beside him, “have I got something to show you.” She dropped the cloth wrapped around her waist and stepped under the shelving. Michael watched her ass cheeks undulate overhead and followed, mouth hanging open.
Unlike the glass shelves holding most of the figures, the bottom shelf was opaque. The space below it was as dark as any place the Best Man had ever been, outside of a box. It was also the most private.
Peace swung gracefully down to the floor and sat. She spread her legs and arms, wordlessly inviting him closer. He staggered closer. She took him in her arms and lifted him to her bosom. He tried to be polite, but it was hard to find a safe place to put his hands.
“God has sent his angel to us, tonight,” she said. There was a cough somewhere outside of the shadows. “His mini-angel,” she corrected. “We have only this night. We should make love.”
He shook his head. “One step at a time,” he urged.
“Ah. You think we should be married?” He nodded. “Well, maybe we could find a priest and do it properly,” she said slowly. “The very sight would probably give him a heart attack. Or he’d declare us demonic, or magic and smash us to pieces. Or we find a figurine to pretend to marry us and make a sham of the ceremony.”
“Part of me wants to be good,” he said, leaning his head back from her breast. He felt a finger poking into his inseam. She stroked his inner thigh.
“That’s a good part of you,” she said with a smile. The finger moved. She removed his clothes quickly and smoothly. Soon he was naked in her arms.
She lifted him up to examine him. His penis was stylized much the way his body was formed, a simple shaft with an outsized, rounded end.
Peace laughed. “I almost expected to see a smiley face upon it.” He dramatically wiped his forehead, pantomiming relief.
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