Taylor walked into his bedroom, and found Starlight curled up in a ball on his bed, asleep with Wickit protectively curled around her. When Taylor sat down in front of Starlight on the bed, Wickit's head shot up. He whined a little at the sight of Taylor, but laid his head back down and gently licked his master's hand. He was being very protective of Starlight...and Taylor was curious as to why his brother's dog was being that way. It wasn't often that the dog slept on his bed anyway, he usually stayed in Zac's room. Wickit was, in a sense, Zac's best friend. So why he was sleeping with Starlight was beyond Taylor completely. Taylor absently scratched Wickit behind his ears, making the dog's tail wag happily. When Wickit was fast asleep again, Taylor reached over and touched Starlight's cheek, expecting his hand to sink through her flesh and straight to the pillow. Luckily, she was completely solid, and his fingers brushed over her
skin. He stroked her face gently, amazed at how sweet and innocent she looked while asleep. Starlight stirred, and stretched her arm across Wickit's sleeping form. She cuddled up to Wickit, and fell asleep again. That in itself also confused Taylor. Since when do angels need to sleep, he thought to himself. He shook his head and sat down in his desk chair, picking up a notebook and a pen. If she wasn't going to wake up yet, he was just going to have to wait.
Starlight woke up an hour and a half later, at about ten after nine in the evening. Her face was buried in Wickit's soft golden coat, and her arm was around the dog like he was a stuffed animal. When Wickit felt her stirring, he turned over and licked her face. She giggled, not remembering what it was like to have a dog lick her face in affection. Taylor looked up from his notebook when she laughed, and smiled.
"Hey," he greeted. "Nice sleep?"
Starlight nodded with a sleepy smile, and Taylor went over to the bed.
"Go see Zac, Wickit," he coaxed to the dog. Wickit got up and bounded
out of the room, giving Taylor more room to sit down closer to Starlight.
"Feeling okay?" He asked softly. She shook her head.
"No...I think I'm sick. This can't be good...we're not supposed to get sick. Not very often, anyway." She paused. "I think Zac's been smoking again. That's probably why I'm not feeling so hot."
Taylor nodded.
"I think you're right," he replied. She was so gorgeous, he thought.
Her outfit tonight was another long skirt with a slit up the thigh,
though this one was a black Adidas skirt with white stripes down the
sides, a black tank top, and an oversized white shirt, tails tied at
the waist. Taylor grinned.
"Isn't that mine?"
Starlight nodded.
"Stole it from your closet," she mumbled. "I was cold."
Taylor also noticed a pair of enormous brown suede boots with chunky
six-inch heels and two-inch soles, sitting in a heap beside his bed.
"Well, as long as you had a reason," he answered. She had this look
on her face, a look that was begging him to kiss her. Starlight knew
if her kissed her she'd feel better, but she wasn't sure whether he'd
actually do it or not. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against
hers, waiting for her reaction. She ran her hands through his silky hair and pulled his head closer, forcing his lips on hers. Taylor had to admit, it felt really cool to kiss her, as though every time his lips touched hers, they made him tingle all over. Not really aware of what he was doing, Taylor kicked his shoes off and spread himself out beside her. He pulled away from her, gazing into her soft grey eyes. His hair fell in wisps all over her face, brushing against her skin. It was so soft...she didn't want to stop looking at it. Starlight sat up and began to untie her shirttails, tossing the shirt on the floor. It sparkled for a minute, coming back into the view of the world. Taylor ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back, loving the smooth feeling of her skin. Taylor watched as she pulled the hem of his black t-shirt out of his jeans. He pulled it off, over his head, and threw it in the corner with her white shirt.
"Here," Taylor whispered, raising Starlight's arms above her head. He
gently pulled her tank top up and over her head, revealing a silky black bra. "Aren't angels supposed to wear white?" Taylor looked up at her. She shrugged.
"White means innocence. I don't think I can necessarily wear white."
She promptly slid her skirt off down her hips, and kicked her socks off. Taylor let her undo the zipper on his jeans, then slid them off for her. Starlight slid her arms around Taylor and pulled her on top of him, kissing him passionately. The two kissed each other and let each other's hands roam to unexplored places, too caught up in the moment to worry about what would happen if they went too far. Taylor's hand ran up her inner thigh, rubbing gently. Starlight let a soft moan escape her lips, but caught herself and put her hand on his.
"Okay, okay," he mumbled. "I'm sorry." He tried to pull his hand away,
but she had other plans. Starlight guided his hand up to her chest and placed it between her breasts.
"Let's stick to up here, okay?"
Taylor realized why she didn't want his hand there, and nodded. He
understood. He took his hand away and began to kiss her jaw, slowly sliding down to her collarbone, and then the pushed-up areas of her breasts that weren't covered in her bra, which was enough for him. After a few minutes, though, Taylor knew if he kept doing what he was doing, he wouldn't be able to restrain himself. He lay down beside her and the two stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours.
Starlight sat up, and crawled off the bed, looking for her clothes. She found the skirt and tank top and pulled them on, but didn't bother with the white shirt. Taylor pulled his jeans on, and lay on his back on the bed, topless and extremely sexy-looking to Starlight. She finger-combed her hair, then lay back down beside Taylor and wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his arm around her shoulders protectively, reminding himself of Wickit. Starlight almost fell asleep again, but jumped when she saw their reflection in the mirror. She sat up with a jolt, and went to the mirror. Taylor sat up, ruffling his hair to get the tangles out.
"I have a fucking reflection," Starlight muttered. Taylor perked at the word "fucking." He'd never heard her swear. It was kind of cool. He stood up and went over to her. With his hands on her shoulders, he looked in the mirror. She was right, there was a faint tingle of her reflection in front of him. He could see through it, but she had a reflection nonetheless.
"Is that bad?"
Starlight looked up at him.
"No, but it's your fault," she replied with a smile. She stood on her
tiptoes and kissed him gently. "Thanks, Tay. Thanks a million."
"WELL I'm sorry Deputy Dewey boy!"
- Tatum, Scream