The Love Of A Mortal (BayMickey)

"Shit!" Dakota fell on hit his head on the arm rest. "Bitch, that hurt." He got up, rubbing his forehead. (He has to be mean a little...) Dakota walked over to the recliner chair, sitting in it.

"Fine-" Whisper crossed her arms, standing up. "That was only for fun." A mischevious smile played on the corners of her mouth, then she crept up behind the chair, suddenly pulling the back of it towards the floor, making herself fall to the ground at the same time he tumbled from the chair. Her body broke his fall, so she was sure it couldn't of hurt that bad.

"You're getting on my nerves, really." Dakota flipped over, so he was now laying on top of Whisper face forward. "You obviously like it when I 'touch' you now." Dakota smiled mischeviously, grabbing Whisper by the shoulders and flipped over, so she was on top of him now. He moved hair out of her face, and kissed her quickly on the lips.

Whisper smirked, her lips curved into a mischevious smile. Long hair falling down around her face, she squeeled slightly as he rolled her over, so her body was lying ontop of his. "That I do." She laughed slightly, her eyes twinkling, closing them as he pressed his lips against hers. She let her arms link around his neck, her tounge running over his bottom lip.

Dakota moved his hands to Whisper's hips, placing them tightly around them. He felt grateful that she accepted his kiss, then began to kiss back.

Whisper smiled slowly as his hands moved down to her hips, and she pulled away, gasping for air. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and it was getting unusually hard to breathe.

(She'll turn into a human really soon)

(Gotcha)

Dakota didn't notice her breathing, and moved his hand down to the trim of her dress, slipping under it, and moving his hand up her bare leg. "You okay?" He looked up for a moment, then back down to what he was doing. With his other hand, he managed to pull of his shirt. Dakota moved his hand under her dress higher, now it resting on the he on hem on her undergarments.

Though wanting to participate, Whisper clasped her hands around her throat, her face paling as her breathing was constricted. The air seemed like sulpher to her lungs, and she scrambled away from him, not knowing what was going on, and not wanting to hurt him. She seemed to stagger almost drunkedly to the couch, where she collapsed down onto it, her eyes closing, chest ceasing to rise and fall with her breathing. Her body slumped to the ground, then a delecate tendrill of light blue smoke made its way out of her chest, out of her heart. It slowly, slowly made its way towards Dakota, twisting in the air, before dissapearing into his own heart.

(Is he a spirit now, or what happened? I'm confused.)

(Sorry, no. That was her spirit making its way into his heart, binding them together.)

(Got it.)


Dakota jumped up, worried, and went over to Whisper. He noticed her skin was no longer ghostly pale, but rather tan. Her hair was somehow darker and fuller. Her cheekbones were more definite, her lips pinker, and her eyelashes blacker. "Whisper? What happened? Are you okay?" Dakota dropped to his knees, his face now level with hers, he leaned over her. "Answer me...."

Whisper slowly stirred, as her figure became more defined. Her seemingly boney body filled out with muscles and flesh, her hair started to shine again with its original luster, her skin tanning. Her black dress seemed to fit her better, and Whisper slowly opened her eyes. They were different now. Wider, bigger, her dark eyes were now a beautiful shade of hazel green, holding small specks of gold.

Dakota sighed in relief when Whisper opened her eyes. "Woah..." He moved a strand of hair from her face. HE ran his fingers through her now silky hair. "You look more beautiful than before."

Confused, Whisper pushed herself into a sitting position. She trembled slightly as Dakota's fingers slid through her hair, and she raised a hand to his face, touching his cheek slightly with her finger. Warm skin touched warm skin. Whisper's face changed, a wide, beaming smile forming on her lips, and suddenly she leaped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, and burrying her face into his shoulder, a amazed sob coming from her lips.

"What?" Dakota was confused, he hated not knowing what was going on. "I want to get back from where we left off. No new stuff." He smiled and kissed the side of Whisper's head.

"Dont you see!?" Whispers face was exited and full of happiness. "I'm human!" She laughed happily, then pushed him to the ground, crawling slowly on top of him. "Back were we left off eh? I'm up for that." She let a small, mischevious smile form on her lips, and running her hands over his still bare chest, she leaned down over him, kissing him on the lips.

Dakota grinned, falling back with here. He embraced her, sliding his hand back up her dress, then pulled it off her body. He pulled back momentarily. "We need to get you some regular clothes." HE laughed, the pressed his lips against hers once more.

She shivered slightly as he ran his hand up her dress, and soon slid it off of her. At his comment, Whisper snuggled in close to him, kissing under his ear. "Really?" She laughed and her hands slid down his stomach, over his abs, then hooking under the waistline of his pants. Now she was wearing only her under clothes, and she slid down his pants, using her legs to finish pulling them off at the knees.

"Yes, really." Dakota smiled, feeling her pull his pants off. He wrapped his hands back around her waist, kissing her on her neck again.

Whisper laughed, her hair falling in front of her face. "Fine." Grinning, she soon discarded his boxers behind her, then leaned down ontop of him, moaning as he kissed her neck. She nibbled his ear slightly, her chest pressed up against his.

(Back)

Dakota reached back behind Whisper, unhooking her brasseire, and placing somewhere on the floor. He then moved his hands back down to her hips, keeping them there for a while. Dakota moved his head up, kissing her lips again now. He moved his hands up and into her hair, letting the long strands go through his fingers.

Whisper moaned slightly, and as soon as her bra was off, she pressed herself against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her leg, and automaticly, her hands moved down to it, rubbing it softly, her lips locked, tounge slipping into his mouth and running over his lip.

Dakota moan in pleasure. He pulled back, though. "I don't have any condoms, and I'm not getting you pregnant." Dakota stopped and looked at Whisper sternly. He truly wanted to sleep with Whisper, but he wouldn't without protection.

Whisper frowned, rolling off from him and lying on the floor, on her back. "Soo... how bout we get some?" She asked curiously, poking him in the chest.
"Or whatever you want." She flopped her head back onto the ground.

"I will later, let's celebrate your becoming mortal." Dakota smiled and got up, covering her eyes and grabbing his bowers, putting them on and uncovering her eyes. "I'll turn around." And he did as he said, turning around.