Forbidden

She watched him as he ran. Watching humans had to be one of her favorite past times. The other male was close up behind him, "Come on Jole," she wanted him to win. There was something about this human, she couldn't quite put her little finger on it though. She watched as he jumped over the obstacles and passed the white line. Only one more time around and then it would be over.

The muscles in his legs were visible as he ran. The other male was now next to him. The finish line was only a few steps away. She stood, angry that this male should mess with her favorite; she outstretched her arm, wand at the end, "I COMMAND YOU TO SNEEZE!" A twinkling light flew in the direction of the boys. The blond boy sneezed. She watched as he fell, hands only inches from the finish line, she began her victory dance then stopped. What was he doing on the ground? She hadn't done anything to him!

She stomped her foot on the limb. The other competitors were gaining in on them, at this rate he'd lose. She glared at the others and then watched as men with a stretcher came by to look on her boy. Where were they taking him? She was curious. She flew after them. The back of the white box opened they put him inside, one climbed in with him. The other began to close the doors. She flew fast. What where they doing to him? She made it just in time.

"We have a cardiac arrest here," the big guy spoke. What was this cardiac arrest? She climbed the wall and looked down at him. He didn't look anything like she figured a cardiac arrest would be. He wasn’t all lumpy and green like she had been told. She shrugged. Guess she was wrong once again. She jumped off of the wall and landed beside him. The guy was doing something beside her. Why was he touching her cardiac arrest? She wanted to bite his huge chubby fingers off. She let out a growl, but of course he didn't hear it, he couldn't even see her. Finally he stopped and went to sit upfront with the other man. She smiled. She was alone with him. She ran down by his feet. They were covered so she pulled back the light sheet and walked underneath. The feet were almost as tall as her, she giggled and touched his toes. They were warm to the touch. She ran her hand up his leg as she made her journey back up.

She stopped and twirled his leg hair around on of her fingers. None of the males of her kind had this on them. It was kind of nice. She walked further up; there was a hole in his stomach. She peeked down it, it was really dark and smelled kinda bad. She turned her head from it and saw his hand. It was so much bigger than hers. Her eyes darted up to where the white cloth ended. She was so close now. Her hands clasped tight around the stiff sheet, she lifted it. His face was so beautiful. She placed the cover back down behind her and traced her finger across his strong jaw line, then his lips. She dared to stick her finger in his mouth, but at the same time he let out a big noise that made her stop. His nose was also of much interest. She rubbed her small nose against his giant one. His eyes stuck out, she pried open the lid and looked in at his deep green eyes. She wanted to touch it but dared not. There was hair coming from above the windows, she closed the blind and walked closer to them.

Her tongue touched his eyebrow and glided across it. It had a salty taste she loved it. She ran her hand through his sweat soaked dark hair; it was more of a turn on than she would have imagined. She kissed him lightly before she caught sight of his chest. She then watched the hypnotic up and down movement it made. She moved back down and laid her head over his heart and listened to its rhythmic beating. It was enough to calm the wickedest of souls. She wondered if she could take advantage of him without him ever waking but doubted it. She wouldn't think her mother would be too fond of it much either. She sighed and jumped of the bed. Her wings spread before her landing, making it a graceful one. Maybe if she begged her mother, she would get to keep him. She shook her head at this idea. Shea wouldn't allow this. Shea, her mothers' adviser, forbade the idea of fairies showing themselves to humans and wouldn't even let the idea of enslaving them enter her mind.

The doors opened, letting in a bright light. She hid her eyes from it. Blue. She blinked. Was she late? She looked down at her skin. When had it changed colors? She took in a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She was almost a midnight blue now. Somebody would be angry with her for missing her mothers' coronation. She took a deep breath and flew as fast as she could to her home. She glanced back at Jole. A puzzled look erupted on her face. What where they doing to him now? She wanted to go see but knew if she didn’t leave immediately that something awful would happen to her. It took all she had to return back before her flesh burst in to blue flames.

“Where have you been?” a high-pitched voice echoed across the room as she closed the door behind her. She flinched. She was caught, as she feared, by Shea.