Summary:
A guardian angel satiates a girl's hunger with a supernatural food.
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Food of the Light
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He comes to Aria when she's swimming in an ocean of grey. He comes to her when she's swimming in an ocean of light.
He comes to her when she's swimming in an ocean of total darkness but he always comes to her.
It's been this way over several life times. It has never mattered what her beliefs were, at the time.
She has always been able to welcome and embrace him with open arms.
She has a deep love and reverence for him because he is her teacher. He is her inspiration and muse. He is her protector.
However, he's also more.
He knows her more than she knows herself and he knows exactly what to do and say to thrill her beyond imagination.
It's not usually this way between guardian angels or spirit guides and the souls within their umbrella of care.
Yet, it's this way between them.
She's not exactly sure why.
Though like many other times, once he whispers in her ear that he hates seeing her cry and to fall asleep, she loses the ability to be concerned about all of that.
She senses the depths of sincerity and empathy within him for her current state and it makes her knees feel like feathers.
Also, his voice is like a famous male, tenor opera singer, belting out an Aria with the most splendid tone, in creation.
She often feels him with her. She feels his hands, lips and swollen body adding to the many secrets, they already share between them.
She feels his trembling voice whispering heated things into her ear.
She feels and beholds his hand against her breasts and playing with her nipples.
She beholds him during the night with the moonlight illuminating his moon-kissed hair and chilly irises.
He never enters her in real life.
He never fully reveals himself to her, during the daylight hours.
Those sacred gifts are reserved for the times when he's with her, in the astral realm while she's asleep.
Even when he's causing her to become the water raining down upon her in her shower, he still doesn't seem completely real.
However, whenever they come together while she's asleep, he always feels very real to her...so unbelievably real.
His beauty never loses it's radiance.
His visage currently reminds her that her soul is a recent inhabitant of Earth.
His ears are like two candle flames.
The tent of his irises are cool and light, like glaciers.
His hair falls to the middle of his back and is like a white-hot sun.
His skin is similar to freshly squeezed milk.
It always feels so mind-blowing when his silky, hot skin is slipping and sliding against her sun darkened slopes and curves...when his soft, damp palm is caressing her tender flesh.
It takes being 'touched by an angel' to a whole other level.
She's always known him as 'Sirius' but she's only able to perceive his real name between her lives.
However, that doesn't stop her heart from becoming a balloon floating and skipping off into the wild, blue yonder, everytime she thinks about him.
It also doesn't stop her being from becoming a wild river flooding into the sea, inciting her hand to slip down and under, everytime memories of their past times, together, flashes through her mind.
