The Fairy Host

The space that he found himself in didn’t appear to be an office at all. The furniture seemed to be made of living wood, gently sung into shape rather than carved or manufactured, though how they managed to replicate wheels was a mystery. No, It appeared he stood in a small wooded glade, soft grass beneath his shoes. It was only then he noticed the diminutive figure behind the desk. Although she should’ve stood out more quickly to him with her pink hair and cherry blossom print formal attire she fit the least out of anything in this office, and that included the modern electronics that sat on her desk.

“You must be Arthur. You can call me Honey. I genuinely hope that you enjoyed your evening here. Kira really gushed about you when she made the reservation, she is wild about you.” She fluttered up over the desk to stand closer to him. “We had a wonderful time, the limo was an unexpected delight.” She quirked an eyebrow and gave a small demure smile. Ah, so he knows enough not to imply a debt is owed. Clever.

Internally she was was screaming . From her phone call with Kira(and Mata in the background) she got a somewhat fractured picture of the story. The fact that he had seduced and was in an ongoing sexual relationship with a myriad of partners was very impressive. Very reminiscent of home, where position in the court could certainly be elevated by proving your worth in the sensual arts.

“Well, Kira is a dear friend. I hope that you enjoyed your meal, I noticed that you must have stepped away at some point. Nothing urgent, I hope?” She hovered a few feet higher off the ground so she could engage with him at eye level. Arthur smiled back. “Urgent? I suppose that some might call it that, but I have to ask, what was that I felt walking through your door?” She hovered closer. Fuck! Balancing transgressions in my realm, a man who understands the laws of host and guest, rare. Stupid of me. I Would have had him. Good poker face and he turned the tables, and he resisted the glamour. I don’t know how he did it, and that just makes it better. He keeps his hands to himself too, that’s not really a fairy rule but it is polite.

She wanted him, and Impulse control had always been a serious problem for her, and here he was just a hands breath away. She couldn’t contain herself any more and her lips met his hard as she wrapped herself around him, before stopping totally frozen except for her wings which kept her aloft.