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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Pandora's Box 11 (Mf Mff MMf rom ws exhib bdsm)
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Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 19:10:02 -0400
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She smiled up at him, her whole face lighting up. "_Anytime_. I love to
play with my babies. It's...it's kind of like making love, actually. You
can totally lose yourself in it, and it feels so _good_."

Gabriel smiled. "Great!"

Gabriel reached out. "Come snuggle? Or...do you have to get home?"

Pandora looked at him for a moment, hesitant, then rolled to her knees and
crawled to him, laying her head on his thigh and wrapping her arms around
his hips. She was shaking slightly still.  "god...Gabriel...it hurts to be
upset with you. And it scares me so bad. I..." She closed her eyes. "I
don't know how to handle feeling like this. It's too much."

"It...realizing I'd hurt you like that...scared me to death." He bit his
lip. "Can...can I ask you to do something?"

She shuddered, and tightened her arms around him. "What?" she asked,
obviously scared.

"If I do something that hurts you, will you talk to me before getting
upset? Or at least try?"

"I...don't think I can. It's an immediate reaction when things hurt. That's
like asking me not to have feelings. I can promise I'll talk to you before
I _do_ anything, but I can't promise I won't get upset, anymore than you
can promise me you won't have...stupid thoughts."

Gabriel nodded reluctantly. "Okay. I just...well, I make mistakes. I try
not to, but..."

"It's okay. It is. It's just...this is so new. I don't _know_ what to
expect and...and I guess I'm still expecting it to turn out to be just...a
mistake. For you to change your mind, or regret it, or tell me it was all a
joke and you're tired of playing now, go home. I...I never believed in
happy endings. So it'll take some time for me to...to feel, um, safe, I
guess. And to...to know what to expect from you."

He kissed her, gently. "It's not a joke, and I'll never get tired of you."

Pandora shuddered. "Just...just hold me. Hold me and tell me you want me
and that everything will be okay, and I'll believe you. Just don't let go."

Gabriel pulled her close. "I want you. I want you forever. I meant it when
I asked you to marry me." He tugged on her arms. "Come on up and snuggle."

Pandora moaned, crawling up into his lap and wrapping herself around him,
not noticing when several curls of his hair wrapped around her
possessively. "God...I need you.  You don't have to marry me...I couldn't
possibly be more yours."

"But I _want_ to marry you." He kissed her gently. "I love you."

"I love you too..." She sighed, relaxing against him, still trembling. "But
honey...you know we can't yet, don't you?"

He sighed. "Not easily. Not unless you can get your parents to agree."

"Not anywhere in the US. Maybe in...I don't know...Venezuela, or Morocco or
something."

"I assume there's no way to convince your parents to agree?" Gabriel asked.

"Um....do you have any foreign titles? Or own any oil wells? Or any
connection to the 'Right People'?"

Gabriel shook his head. "Sorry."

"Then...we'll have to wait. Unless they throw me out. Then I can apply for
emancipation, I guess."

He sighed. "Isn't there anything else?"

"I...don't know. If you had just _tons_ of money, maybe they'd think they
could work with you."

"Does a couple million count?"

She looked at him, surprised. "That much? It...might? It'd help, anyway."
She ducked her head in embarrassment. "My parents are such..._snobs_. I'm
sorry."

Gabriel smiled. "It's not your fault."

"Yeah, but I still feel...I don't know. Contaminated?"

Gabriel chuckled. "I understand."

"But...maybe. Being rich is a big plus with them. And you're attractive, so
they'll be thinking they'd have grandchildren who were models, too." She
shuddered.

He grinned. "Well, I guess we don't have to tell them right up front that
that won't happen."

Pandora bit her lip, looking thoughtful and a bit troubled. "Do you think
it's even possible? Kids, I mean."

"I...I have no idea. Um."

"Um?"

He shook his head. "I hadn't even thought about that. I don't know."

"Gabriel..._how_ did this happen? I mean...I've never seen anyone that
looked like you."

"I don't know. I just don't know. I never knew my parents."

"You're lucky." She blushed, looking up at him. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I
shouldn't have said that."

Gabriel squeezed her. "It's okay."

"I just...I've _never_ seen anyone like you. So..._why not_? What happened
to the rest of you?"

"I don't know. Maybe we just...hide." He pursed his lips. "I'm not sure
how, though."

"Well...there'd have to be a way. Because no way you could walk around like
that without anyone noticing, right? I mean...well, maybe. You're not
_inhumanly_ tall or thin. The hair is...wild...but not impossible, and it'd
help cover the ears. The eyes...maybe opaque contacts, or tinted glasses to
take the edge off. That leaves hands...which most people don't pay much
attention to, but maybe you could wear gloves? And fangs, which should be
pretty easy to hide, since they're not big."

Gabriel nodded, slowly. "And even if people noticed the fangs, they might
think they were fake." He blinked. "Wait a minute."

"Hmmm?"

"Magic. That's how they hide." He shook his head. "I should have realized.
Think about it. If I can make a rose out of nothing, hiding my features
shouldn't be that hard, once I learn how."

She nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah...that makes sense. And until then...well, I
didn't realize it, but you've got the money to just stay hidden for a bit,
huh?"

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. Even if work is a pain about it, I'd still be okay."

"Well...you could always get a different job. Maybe you should,
too...someplace they don't know how tall you are."

Gabriel nodded, slowly. "Yeah. I could do that."

"So...see? It'll be okay. And...and we'll deal with my parents.
Maybe...maybe there's something they want me to do bad enough to not give
me any trouble about you."

Gabriel frowned. "You shouldn't have to do that."

She stretched up and kissed the side of his jaw. "A lot of people shouldn't
have to do a lot of things. There are plenty of girls whose parents beat
them up, whose dads rape them, who, in other words, are a fuck load worse
off than someone who's been spoiled and pampered and given expensive
presents her whole life in exchange for doing what every other girl in
America would kill to be allowed to do. Don't feel sorry for me,
love...that's just silly."

Gabriel's lips twitched. "Well..."

"It's okay. Really it is. It...let me grow up fast so that I'd be ready for
you now. Isn't that nice?"

Gabriel gave her a skeptical look.

"What?"

"Pull the other one, it's got bells on."

"What do you mean?" she asked, a touch of hurt creeping into her face.
"You...don't think I'm grown up enough for you?"

"I don't think you really think it was nice." He gave her a small kiss.
"But it _did_ have a nice side effect."

"Well...okay, it wasn't nice. Sometimes it was downright awful. But...it
could have been worse. And the 'side effect' is worth it. Well worth it."

"True." He kissed her again.

She giggled. "You keep that up, and you'll have to take me to the hospital
afterward."

"Damn."

She stretched up again, kissing him teasingly. "Might be worth it...but I
need to go by my house first."

"To pick up your babies?"

"And reassure my sister once and for all you're not dismembering me in the
basement." She blushed, giggling. "Oh god...it's a good thing she doesn't
_know_ about your basement, or she'd _never_ believe me!"

Gabriel laughed. "That's the truth."

"It'll be a bit, though. She'll call when my sister gets up and heads for
the mall."

Gabriel nodded. "Okay."

"Um...you wanna try disguising yourself, or just...try a hat or something?"

Gabriel frowned. "Um. Right." He thought for a few moments. "If I can make
a rose, I ought to be able to make an illusion to cover my ears and hands,
right?"

"I'd think so...but I never thought such things were _real_ before."

"Okay. Hmm. Let me get a good look at your ear?"

She raised an eyebrow. "_My_ ear?  My ear's kinda...girly, don't you
think?"

Gabriel just raised an eyebrow. "Do you see any other candidates?

"Well...don't you know how your own ears _used_ to look?"

Gabriel raised the other eyebrow. "Could you draw _your_ ears from memory?"

"Um...._yeah_?" She looked confused that he'd even have to ask.

Gabriel blinked. "You pay that much attention to your ears? I never did.."

She sighed. "Well...trust me. I'm very familiar with how I look."

"Oh. Well, I'm not. And...honestly, it's hard to remember. Like a dream."

"Oh...well...how about a picture?" She looked down shyly. "I'd like a
picture of you, anyway...either way."

"I...um...don't have one. Lissa had one, but she took it with her when she
left, and...I never got it back."

"Oh." She looked disappointed for a minute, then smiled and kissed him.
"It's okay. I don't _need_ one, it just would have been nice. As for
now...got a pencil?"

"Um...yeah." He dug around in the pile of stuff on his bedside table.
"Here."

She took in and stared at him for a moment, eyes slightly unfocused, then
nodded and sketched for a couple of minutes.  "Okay...here we go. This
isn't what you had before, but you're so much taller now, and slightly
bigger will be less to hide, right? I think it'll look good, anyway. Kind
of...elegant." She handed him the sketch. It wasn't photo-realistic, but it
was pretty damned good.

Gabriel stared at it for a moment. "That's...good. Really good. Can you do
the same thing for my hands and teeth? And my eyes?"

She blushed. "Um.  Sorry. I can only do ears and noses. I took some art
lessons, see, but all I was good at was ears and noses, and he said that
that was...good, sort of, because no one can do ears and noses, but it was
literally _all_ I could do. I couldn't even do _tits_, and _anybody_ can do
tits."

"Oh. Okay." He stared at the image, reaching for the line of power in his
living room as he did so.

"Hey! It worked!" She reached for his ears, making sure they were actually
untrimmed.

"Woah...they feel different..." She sounded upset.

Gabriel frowned, puzzled. "They do? I didn't expect it to actually _change_
them..."

"Can you put them _back_?" Pandora seemed on the verge of tears.

Gabriel felt his ears. "They feel pointy to me. They really don't feel the
same to you?"

She shook her head slowly. "No. They feel round." He could feel her hands
tracing up the points, though.

Gabriel took her hand, folding all but one finger down, and touched that
finger to the tip of his ear. "That doesn't feel pointed?"

"No! It feels round!"

She sighed with relief when he reversed the illusion, raising up on her
knees to kiss one pointed tip. "Thank god. That was just...wrong. Like
you'd mutilated yourself."

"It really didn't feel pointed? That's...bizarre. It did to me, and I could
feel you touching the tip..."

She shook her head. "It felt round. Just like you'd been to a plastic
surgeon."

He shook his head. "Weird. I guess it worked better than I expected. Let me
see your hands?"

She held her hands out to him.

Gabriel reached for the line again, pulling power around his hands as he
tried to disguise the extra joint. It was a little harder, but not
difficult. Gabriel wiggled his fingers. "Do they look right?"

"Hmm...a little long, but that's kinda sexy. I miss the claws, though," she
added sadly.

Gabriel saw his claw run down her arm, leaving a pink trail and a couple
drops of blood, but Pandora gasped, her eyes wide as she watched the
scratch appear on her arm. She shivered, nipples tightening.

"Did you see it?"

She shook her head. "N-no...it looked like you just ran your finger down my
arm. It _felt_ like that. Then, a fraction of a second later, there was a
scratch."

"Wait." He looked at her sharply. "You didn't _feel_ the claw?"

She shook her head. "No...just the results."

"Did it appear all at once, or did it just follow my finger?"

"Followed."

"Weird. I hadn't...all I tried to do was just change the way it _looked_."
He shook his head. "This is going to take some getting used to."

She nodded vigorous agreement. "Really."

"Hmm." He stood up. "Tell me what you see." He reached out for the line,
this time trying to cover his entire body, to make his height seem normal.

She watched nervously, frowning just a touch. "Um...you looked blurry for a
minute."

"I don't look any shorter?"

She shook her head.

"Hmm." He let go of the power, then reached out for it again. "Let me try
again."

"Um...for a second or two, there, I think you did?"

He pursed his lips for a moment, then brightened. "I think I see." He
reached out for the line, trying to pull more power from it than he'd used
before.

She shook her head. "Sorry."

"Why can't I do that, if...Wait. The other two times, I had a clear image
in my mind of what I wanted to do. This time, I was just thinking I wanted
to look shorter." He thought for a moment. "I was already pretty tall. Do
you think it's critical?"

"No...like I said, you're tall, but not impossibly so."

"So the important things are my eyes, and my hair. And my teeth." He
concentrated, trying to return his hair to its original length. "How does
my hair look?"

A curl rises up over his shoulder, waving impudently, and she giggled. "Um.
Unchanged."

Gabriel frowned. "Let me try again."

She watched his efforts as his hair continued to writhe, unconcerned,
around him. When a curl rose up to coil about his head in a halo, she fell
back on the bed, collapsing in giggles.

Gabriel gave her an injured look. "What?"

"Ohhh...I don't think it's gonna work, honey. It doesn't _want_ to be
disguised!"

Gabriel sighed. "Great. Okay, um, eyes next, I guess."

She watched expectantly.

"Anything?"

"Um..."

"Well...your pupils don't look quite so, um, pointy. But the color's still
the same...humans don't have metallics...or even that color. Or quite so
big...mmmm pretty...."

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "Okay. So I need to make the pupils rounder, and
at least tone down the metallic look?"

She sighed wistfully. "I guess so."

"Okay." He closed his eyes for a moment, then reopened them. "How's this?"

She shook her head. "Um...maybe? Not really."

Gabriel sighed. "Contacts, I guess."

"Seems a shame...but I hate to change you at all."

Gabriel smiled at her. "Awww. But if I want to be able to go out..." He
sighed. "I wonder if there's any point in even trying to change my teeth."

"Mmmm...sweet fangs...go ahead and try. I mean, you got your fingers and
ears. Though the fangs are less noticeable than those would be.
Maybe...maybe your body will only accept changes to the _important_
things?"

"Hmm. Maybe..." He concentrated. "'Ow's 'is?"

She giggled. "You're so cute. But your cute little fangs are gone."

"Okay, so now put it all together..."

She looked at him critically. "Oookay. Ears, check. Hands, check.
Eyes...eh, so-so. They look sorta human, if alien-colored, but maybe people
will think you just wear contacts. Hair, total loss. Fangs, check."

"Well, but the hair is _passable_, if it behaves, right?"

"_If_. Big if. But I guess we can always carry a pair of scissors and
threaten it regularly, it should be okay."

Gabriel grinned. "Right. That should work."

"However...what are you going to wear out of the house? I don't think a
robe and shorts are going to cut it."

Gabriel frowned. "Um. Point. Maybe...oooh. Help me? Lissa will tell you --
" He stopped for a moment, an odd look on his face. "She'll tell you I have
no fashion sense."

"Um...well...I mean, do you _have_ anything that might fit? That you could
wear out?  Even workout clothes?"

"Hmmm...I didn't think of that. But you only made the one little rose while
you were, uh, thinking about it. The others were just...spontaneous."

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. But I can't know till I try."

"Ooookay. Um. Black is good. Jeans. _Tight_ jeans. T-shirt. You'll need
shoes...I bet you're at least a size larger."

"Help me find pictures online?"

She nodded, and it wasn't hard to come up with some things. He ended up
with a picture of tight, black jeans...she looked wistfully at the leather
and concluded it would be too hot...motorcycle boots, and a plain black
t-shirt, along with what she claimed were 'damned sexy shades'. She'd
rejected as 'too hot' or 'impractical' leather pants, knee boots, black
ruffled poets shirts, _crimson_ ruffled poets shirts, fishnet tops, black
silk long-sleeved shirts, and a black leather trenchcoat...but she'd done
so reluctantly. If it had been winter, he suspected he'd have ended up with
a considerably different outfit.

He sat down, reaching for the power line. Pulling a large strand over to
him, he concentrated on the picture, trying to form the shirt, then let the
line loose, attempting to recreate what he did with the rose exactly.

The shirt faded gently into existance...somewhat lighter than he expected,
the material smoother, thinner, but still stretchy and opaque. Looking down
at it, he felt a bit of understandable euphoria...damn, he _made_ a shirt!

Gabriel grinned. "_Cool_! Pants next, I guess."

"Put it on first...make sure it doesn't tear or something..."

"Right." He pulled the shirt on over his head, carefully.

It slid on like silk, gossamer thin, and stretched over his chest,
outlining clearly every muscle. She looked at it, wide-eyed, then reached
out and ran her hand down his chest, over a nipple. "W...wow." She licked
her lips. "Um. Make the pants _thicker_, mm'k?"

Gabriel's lips twitched. "Are you _sure_?"

"Oh god...Gabriel, if the pants are like that, I...I swear, I won't let you
leave the house."

"Sure you will. You're too sore to do anything else." He grinned.

"No. I mean...you could _NOT_ wear something like that in front of my baby
sister damn it! It's...it's _obscene_."

"Oh. Okay, I'll try to make it thicker. Just remember I don't have a lot of
control of it yet." He closed his eyes, concentrating.

What materialized made tights look thick. They looked like clear, gauzy
silk...a charcoal cloud that drifted in the air. She looked at them,
scandalized. "_Gabriel_!"

Gabriel threw his hands up. "I _told_ you I don't have that much control!"
He eyed the...pants...for a moment. "Want me to try them on before I try
again?"

She licked her lips. "N-no...but...um...save them."

Gabriel grinned. "Okay." He hands them to her and closes his eyes.

This time, he got the pants he was after...not quite as thick as jeans, and
a lot softer and more form-fitting, but decent, at least, and fairly
'normal' looking. But as the materialized, a wave of dizziness washed over
him, and a sharp pain spiked in his head.

Gabriel grabbed for the edge of the bed, steadying himself. "Ow. _Fuck_."

She reached for him. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Ow. I don't know what happened." He winced. "I think maybe I overdid it
with the making stuff."

"Oh love..." She wrapped her arms around his head, cradling it to her
chest. "Poor baby. Whoa..." She sat down abruptly in the floor at his feet.
"Kinda dizzy..."

"Wait. Why are you dizzy?"

She blinked dazedly, laying her head on his knee. "Umm...I don't know?
Ow..."

Gabriel said, wonderingly, "Ohhhhh...I think I see."

"Well, _I_ don't. Ow, my head..."

"No, _my_ head. Our auras are linked. I think it drained you, too."

"Um. Oh. Huh. I guess that makes sense...so how do we make your head stop
hurting?" she asked.

"I...don't have a clue."

"Um...can you even take aspirin? I mean...I don't know how much your body
chemistry's changed...shit, I don't know _anything_. What if you get
sick?!"

Gabriel frowned. "I...don't know."

"Oh god...Gabriel...we have to find your people."

"How?" He sighed. "I mean, yeah, but _how_?"

"I...don't know?" She bit her lip. "Um...a google search? I just don't
know. Maybe we should talk to some...um...pagan people? You know, Wiccans
and such?"

Gabriel nodded, slowly. "Maybe...I know a lot of Lissa's friends in the
goth scene were pagan."

"So...maybe they'd know? Or at least they wouldn't freak out."

"Yeah. I hope."

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