Outside Cyrus saw no sign of the police. Good, he thought. That’s one less complication in my life that I don’t need right now.
He turned to Rosa and Garrett. “Will you be safe getting home?”
Garrett nodded. “She doesn’t live far and we can find transportation from there.”
“Are you okay with this, Rosa.”
She looked at Ian. “I still do not trust him, but I do not have much choice but to wait. I won’t let him escape though should he show his true colors.”
“I’ll take that,” Cyrus said. He turned to Marilyn. “Ever flown before?”
“On a plane?” Marilyn said. “Not any time recently.”
Cyrus took Marilyn by the hands. He gripped her tightly and gave her a smile to keep her from worrying that he might hurt her.
“I didn’t mean in an airplane.”
Cyrus unleashed a pulse of pure sound straight down out of his legs. The force of the waves propelled them both straight upwards.
Marilyn screamed as they soared into the air, but it quickly turned to a giggle. Within moments, she laughed loudly across the River City sky.
She truly is a remarkable woman, Cyrus thought. The way she so easily seems to adapt to any situation is nothing short of wondrous. I wish I could even come close to be able to relax and enjoy my life.
Relax and you’re dead, he reminded himself. It was a credo that kept him safe for years. He knew it would do so for many years to come as well, but only if he got moving soon.
Cyrus knew he could not stay in River City. He needed to move on, find another city to set himself up and keep undercover.
“This is amazing,” Marilyn yelled. “I don’t know why you would ever stop doing this!”
“I like to keep a low profile.”
She laughed.
“Low profile? Why keep a low profile when you can fly? Don’t be so dour all the time! Enjoy yourself. Live life!”
“I—” Cyrus’s words were cut off as Marilyn suddenly pulled her hands away from him.
Cyrus slowed his flight patch, but knew he was already too late. They were flying too low for him to catch her on a return path. It didn’t stop him from slowing and turning to go after her.
He looked down as he swooped back around, but he didn’t’ see her anywhere. She should have struck the ground below, but she wasn’t there, nor did he see her on any buildings. It was like she vanished completely—
—until she soared up and past him. Her arms were out, but they no longer were exactly arms. Her entire body from her arms to her feet had changed. Flaps of skin rose up between her elongated arms and outstretched legs. Her body was flat and the large membrane caught the air and allowed her to glide across the airwaves with ease.
She laughed as she circled around him. “I told you to lighten up.”
“I didn’t think you meant it quite so literally.”
Marilyn laughed as her great wide wings carried her up and past Cyrus. He couldn’t help but smile. There was something about her sheer joy that was nothing short of infectious.
“Follow me,” he said. “Try to keep up.”
With a roar of sonic energy, Cyrus propelled himself forward and upward. Soaring quickly through the River City sky, he could see hundreds of cars slowly flowing through the tight roads of downtown below. It was almost beautiful in its mix of simple motions and complex grid work. It was breathtaking, as if he was seeing it all for the first time. He so rarely saw the city—any city—from this angle, but this was better than any flight he ever took in the past.
Marilyn was right. Flight was joyous.
But I don’t have time right now for joy.
He raced down towards his apartment building. The roof had a community garden squared out. This meant everyone had a key to the roof door. As he swooped over it, he saw it was free of any of his neighbors as he swooped down towards it.
He landed as softly as possible. One slip with his sonic powers might cause massive structural damage to the building. He alighted only a few feet from the door of the elevator.
“Head’s up!”
Cyrus turned as Marilyn fell down at an angle, straight towards him. He caught glimpse of her wings as they shifted back into her normal form before she crashed down on top of him.
The impact knocked Cyrus off his feet. He tumbled hard to the concrete rooftop. A sharp stab of pain emanated from his backside, but the embarrassment of failing to catch her was the greater trauma. Marilyn sprawled on top of him though and he forgot about his worries very quickly as her cool flesh pressed against his own.
He stared up into her beautiful blue eyes. She smirked as she met his gaze.
“I guess we made it. This is your place?”
He nodded.
She leaned down and planted her lips against his.
Her tongue snaked into his mouth. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but his body disagreed with his mind immediately. His self control withered away. He kissed her back, his hands clutching her hips.
She ground her body against his. He could feel his body react to the stimulation. So could she.
Marilyn wasted no time. Her hand slipped around his belt. She worked the buckle loose with a practiced grace.
His hands traveled beneath her dress. He found her naked between her thighs. His fingers found her warm folds. He slowly rubbed his forefinger between them, finding her already slippery and wet.
She gasped as she dragged his pants down to his knees, bearing him to the cold fall air.
Marilyn pushed him back against the rooftop. It took her only a second to sink down on to his manhood. She fit him like a velvet glove as she began to ride him.
It took her all of thirty seconds before she bounced up and down on him. Cyrus reached up, his hands fondling her chest. The strap of her top popped behind her neck and the dress fell open to expose her.
She gasped and shook as her pleasure overtook her. It had only been a matter of minutes. Cyrus clenched his fists to keep from exploding with her.
Cyrus’s hands fell to her hips as he took control. He pushed up into her, grinding hard against her.
“Oh, yes. Give it all to me, Cyrus.”
He drove up into her again and again. It took only a minute for him to feel her orgasm again.
He pulled her down close to him. With one quick move, he lifted her up and rolled them both over. Now on top, he drove down hard into her again and again.
“Yes,” she screamed. “Yes, give it to me. Give it to me!”
“I—protection—”
“It’s all right,” Marilyn said, pushing up against him. “Give it all to me, Cyrus.”
With a grunt, Cyrus let himself go, the force of his orgasm nearly blinding him.
They lay together in the cool air, still connected. Marilyn slowly stroked Cyrus’s arm, still awash in the afterglow of their actions.
Cyrus realized with a start that he needed to move. He let himself become distracted. He needed to pack. He needed to move. He needed to get out of here before he brought hell down on River City.
He pulled himself free of her arms. He struggled to pull his pants up as he stood.
“Cyrus, what is it?”
“Marilyn, I—”
“Yes, Cyrus, what is it? Where are you going in such a hurry?”
Cyrus turned and saw her on the edge of the rooftop. It was too late.
“Melinoe.”
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