Chapter Twenty-Two-Angel
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO-ANGEL
I know I got shit to handle. Issues to deal with. Problems at work that need solving. Like finding the motherfucker who keeps attacking us.
But not today.
Today, I surprise Giselle with this trip to the New York Renaissance Faire.
It’s a weekday, so it’s not as crowded as I imagine the weekends are. But after the past few weeks of really getting to know her, I think I have an idea of what kind of things Giselle is into.
This is her first time here, and I feel stupid proud to be the one to take her. I don’t know why. But it’s something I’m learning to accept.
The emotions this woman conjures from the depths of my dark soul are things I never felt with anyone else.
Like obsession, devotion, happiness.
Fuck.
I can’t stop thinking about her. I want to be with her all the time. Want to see her smile. I swear, sometimes her smile makes my heart stop.
This isn’t like me. Taking time off to play hooky isn’t something I normally do. My position as Enforcer is demanding. I’ve got to be conscientious, aware, and on all the time.
I’m responsible for the well-being of a lot of people who are important to me. And it’s difficult to turn that off.
But when I am with her, it’s effortless. Something about her just attracts joy, puts me in a good mood. That’s new.
Hell, that’s rare.
It’s not that I’m a miserable person, but I suppose you could say I’m a little serious. Not that anyone gets close enough to see that side.
But I’m thinking, I want her that close.
I want to make her happy, because yeah, she makes me happy.
I’ve been to this Ren Faire before, and as usual, there are loads of people all decked out in costumes.
First thing I did when we arrived was buy her one of those crowns made out of dried flowers with ribbons trailing down the back.
She looks so fucking beautiful. And her eyes haven’t stopped darting around, trying to take everything in.
I wonder what she’d think if I took her to Paris, or Rome, or Mykonos. Then I picture doing just that and I know I’m going to someday.
I’ll take her everywhere. Anywhere she wants to go.
She giggles helplessly at a couple of male Vikings with huge horned helmets on their heads as they walk past, and I grin along with her. Some people here go all out. They really get into their characters.
While I might not be into cosplay, I appreciate their efforts. And I love watching Giselle as she oohs and aahed over them. Her favorites are the forest of fairies with their brightly colored iridescent wings. But when I offer to get her a pair, she shakes her head.
The joust is about to begin, and I have to admit, it’s my favorite thing here. I’m excited to watch it with her. Curious to see what she thinks.
“Here’s a spot.”
I point to a space on the flat topped stone wall at the bottom of a small hill. We’re smack dab in the middle, facing the fenced off arena.
I watch Giselle frown, and I bite back my grin. My Little Doll is tiny, and the wall is almost five feet high.
She is also wearing one of those long flowy skirts of hers, so I imagine climbing is not an option. Not that I’d let her do that.
My eyes flick to her low scoop neck top, and I clench my teeth. Fuck. She is gorgeous.
“I don’t think I can get on that,” she says, but I already have my hands on her waist.
I turn her around so she’s facing me, and I know the second she registers the heat in my gaze. This woman turns me on so damn hard.
“Hmm. I should have known I wouldn’t have to figure it out alone,” she replies, grinning as she tips her head back to look at me.
I want to kiss her. But not here. This is a family event and there are a dozen little kids running around next to us.
“Hold this,” I murmur and note the shivers skittering up her spine as I hand her the turkey leg.
She takes the perfectly roasted fowl by the foil wrapped end and bites her lip as I squeeze her waist. I can’t help myself.
I drop a kiss on her mouth, sucking that lip out from between her teeth, and then I place her on the wall.
“I don’t know how you do it. You’re always picking me up like I weigh nothing at all.”
“Koukla, you’re such a little thing compared to me, it is like you weigh nothing at all.”
A horn trumpets behind me, and I join her on the high wall, feeding her bites of turkey. I buy a pint of cold hard apple cider from a passing bar wench, and we share that, too.
The joust starts, and it is awesome. Giselle is so into it. She claps and screams boo and huzzah at all the appropriate places. She waves the little flag I buy from a passing vendor.
Fucking breathtaking.
We are seated in the blue knight’s section and the guy wins, which is cool. What’s not cool is him tossing his small banner, and a long-stemmed red rose towards Giselle.
I snatch them both out of the air before they reach her. And I glare at that motherfucker on horseback.
“Are those mine?” she asks, but I shake my head.
I hand them to a little girl running past us, and she beams at me and says thank you.
“You don’t take gifts or flowers from anyone but me, Little Doll,” I tell Giselle, turning back to face her.
I should say something. Apologize maybe. But I hear my girl moan and see the way she’s squirming.
Is my Koukla really getting hot and bothered by my very public display of jealousy?
I think she is. And it’s making my dick hard.
Even if I’m being ridiculous.
“Come on,” she tells me, tugging on my arm.
But I’m still glaring at the knight, and I don’t feel her reach for my waist before she gives me a good, hard pinch.
“Ouch! What’s that for?”
I’m stunned. This little minx! But I’m also thrilled.
I don’t think anyone has ever dared do anything like that to me. And now my pants feel way too tight, and my dick is thumping against my zipper.
“Come here, Big Guy,” she tells me, walking us a little bit away from the crowd of people.
She’s grinning like she has a secret. And, dirty girl that I know she is, I wonder what she’s thinking. She tugs me down so she can kiss me.
And I let her.
“Mmm,” I moan, sliding my tongue between her lips. “Now, what is that for?”
“That’s to say thank you for taking me here,” she says.
“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Angel replies.
“I know. But you deserved a thank you. But this one here is just because I can,” she says, tugging me closer.
Giselle kisses me again. But harder this time.
And my response is instant.
I part my lips, snaking my tongue inside her hot little mouth. She wrestles with me for control, but I don’t relinquish it. Not this time.
I have one hand caught in her wild mane of hair and the other around her throat, tilting her head back so I can kiss her deeper.
“If you’re looking to get fucked in the woods over there, keep kissing me like that, Koukla.”