Forever AfterAuthor(s): Kailin Morgan
(Available in epub, mobi, and pdf)
Publication Date: May 11, 2012
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Genres: Erotica, Fairy Tale, Fantasy, Gay, GLBT, Romance
Tags: fairy godmother, m/m, magic, Short Story, Wicked Fairy Tales, wishes
“Hi,” he chirps. “Yep, still here. You know you have the most amazing eyes. I can’t quite decide if they’re green or brown. Maybe they change with your mood. That would be so cool if they did.” He bounces up into a seated position and claps his hands together.
“What are you feeling right now? Then I need to change your mood. Do you like pancakes? I love pancakes. Would pancakes make you feel different?” The words come out in a blur and I just decide to ignore most of them.
I turn away, getting up and wandering into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind myself. Fifteen minutes, one shower and two bitten off wishes later, I re-emerge, feeling more human, but in dire need of coffee. Camael is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, flicking through ‘Birds and Their Roles and Associated Rituals in Modern and Historical Tales.’ His brow is ever so slightly furrowed, his tongue poking from between his soft, pink lips.
He looks up and blinks at me. “That’s what you’re wearing?” I look down at myself; plain black trousers today, as I’m not working, and a grey, fine-knit pullover.
“Yes?” I wonder why it came out with a question mark at the end. “Not all of us can dress like, like…” I don’t finish the sentence, knowing it is going to sound rude whatever I say. Still, my gaze lingers as he slides slowly off the bed; his slender legs are clad in warm red denim, a white belt matching his white and red high-tops. A red, short-sleeved t-shirt sits snugly over a white, long-sleeved undershirt. It should look stupidly festive, but instead it looks… I cut that thought off in a hurry.
An anthology of bedtime stories for adults!
Just what kind of happy goes into “happily ever after?” As children, it was enough that Pinocchio got to be a real boy and that Red wasn’t eaten by the wolf. As adults, we have a slightly different perspective. Being a real boy means having boy parts, and being eaten by someone big and bad doesn’t mean quite the same thing it once did.
Ever wonder what mermaids do with the swimmers they seduce? Or why a dragon might prefer a castle-guarded princess to a nice, easy field of sheep? What if your fairy godmother wasn’t circumspect in what wishes could be granted, or if that dainty little fairy had a much bigger appetite than one might guess?