Falling for Heaven (Four Winds) (18 page)

             
Heather was dumbstruck; she didn't have a clue what to say.

             
“Room six.”  Mama said simply and turned her back to Heather.

             
“Thank you, Mama.”

             
Heather led Uri by the hand to the nicest private room in the place.  It was larger than the rest and had a couch in addition to a stool.  It was generally used for high rollers, or bachelor parties, times when there would be more than one girl in the room with the men.

             
“I don’t know what’s happening to me.”  He impulsively clutched her to him, holding her close.  “I hurt.  I can’t keep my eyes open.  I’m hungry, I think…I don’t know.  I’ve never felt any of this before.”  He was still holding her, talking into her hair.  “I’m so heavy…I ache…inside…"

             
She didn’t know what to say to him.  Her first impulse was to comfort him, somehow, so she just held him around his neck, pulling him closer.  She stroked his broad shoulders and back, trying not to feel his rippling muscles as his arms continued clutching her.

             
“Heather…”

             
She looked up at him, his arctic blue eyes intimately close to hers.  “What, Uri?”  She was suddenly breathless, her voice was unrecognizable.

             
As was his.  “Dance for me.  Please?”

             
“Sure.”  She stepped away from him, and he sat on the couch.  “Are you going to hum again?”  She had loved showing him her ballet, even though she hadn’t danced like that in years.  It wore her out, but she was ready to do it for him again.

             
“No.  Dance…regularly.  The way you do for your…customers.”

             
She swallowed hard.  “Okay.”

             
A Christina Aguilera song came over the loudspeakers, and Heather began to dance for Uri.  Somehow, tonight was different.  She put feelings into her dancing that she hadn’t put in since she first started doing it, before it got automated for her.  Trying to convey all of her thoughts about Uri into her movements, she danced.  She danced for him and him alone.

             
Watching his eyes, she touched herself, as she writhed around him, showing him her desire for him, as his eyes darkened.  She could almost feel his gaze on her, scorching her with heat, as she dropped to the floor, and crawled away, slowly, showing him her backside.  When she turned and pranced back, she could see that the view had brought a panicky look to his darkened eyes, as the bulge in his pants grew.  She began rubbing her hands against Uri’s solid chest, transmitting her need for fulfillment with him, as she wriggled her hips.  Her movements weren't any different than for other clients, but Heather
felt
something dancing for Uri that she didn't feel with the others.  Desire.  Longing.  Love.

             
Turning her back to him, she leaned against his chest, rubbing her bottom against the hard ridge of his erection.

             
Abruptly, he groaned, and he reached for her waist.  Stroking her skin, he whispered raggedly into her ear, “What are you doing to me, Heather?”  He sounded close to tears, so she turned to look at him.

             
Straddling his lap, she gently nibbled his earlobe before answering, “I’m dancing for you, Uri.”  Then she pulled back a little to see his reaction.

             
It wasn’t good.

             
He was sweating and flushed with desire.  Where most men would look at her sheepishly, though, Uri’s face was filled with horror.  Heather realized then, that he’d never felt lust before and didn’t know what to do with it.  She sympathized with him but didn’t know what to do either.

             
“What do you want me to do, Uri?”  She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

             
He didn’t answer, but his hands went to the back of her head and pulled her face to his for a crushing kiss. 

             
It wasn’t like the kiss from the other night, which was sweet and tentative.  This kiss was desperate.  His tongue swept into her mouth, then retreated.  So, Heather used her tongue, teasing his teeth, until his tongue swept back into her mouth, tasting her again.  She sucked on his bottom lip, eliciting a frantic moan from him.

             
His hands tangled in her hair, drawing her closer.  Heat infused Heather, the white-hot heat she'd become accustomed to, radiated between them, and she lost herself to the sensations, the smells, the feel of Uri.

             
Heather almost couldn’t stop herself, she ground her nearly naked pelvis against the fly of his jeans, moaning in response to his kisses, feeling a heat build in her core.  His hands stroked her back, running down to her butt, squeezing the bare cheeks, kneading them.

             
“Oh…I have to…”  Uri panted.

             
“What?”  Heather moaned into his mouth.

             
“Stop.  I don’t want this.”

             
The words were like a bucket of cold water dumped on her.  Heather jumped up, and grabbed for her robe. 

             
“I’m sorry, Uri.  I thought you did.”  She turned to leave the room.

             
“No.  Don’t go.  It’s not that.” …”  He grabbed at her arm, flinching at the flare of heat that she realized he must feel too.  “I do…I don’t know…”  He raked his hand through his hair, wretchedly.

             
“Then what is it?”

             
“I just don’t know how to deal with this…”  He waved his hands airily at himself.  “All this stuff.”  Looking at her, anxiously, he pleaded.  ‘Please understand, Heather…this isn’t because of you.  Well, it
is
because of you.”  He dropped his head.  “I don’t know what to do now.”

             
Heather wanted to hug him but didn’t dare touch him again.  Touching him set her skin on fire, and she didn’t know if she could hold back, and he certainly wasn’t ready for it.  “Go home.  I’ll call you tonight.  Okay?”  She took a tentative step toward him.  “Uri?”  He looked at her, and the pain in his eyes tore at her.  “Eat something.  That’ll make you fell a little better.  Stop by Burger King on the way home and get a whopper.  You’ll like it.  I promise.”  She winked at him, before motioning towards the door for him to leave.

             
With a long backward glance and a supremely regretful look, he left.  Heather went to finish her shift.  She was only able to make it through by remembering his scorching gaze on her body as she danced for him.

Chapter 22

              Heather waited for Robbie to watch out for the other girls to leave, so he could take her home.  She didn’t explain why, and he didn’t ask, thankfully.  She would have to make something up, and she didn’t like lying.

             
On the brief drive home, Heather flushed at thoughts of Uri.  She had never seen him so…sexy before, with his face flushed with desire.  If what he said was true, he was turning human, which meant…

             
Was he in love with her?

             
When Robbie pulled up to her apartment, he growled.  Heather looked up to see Uri, asleep on her porch.  The landlords wouldn’t like that.  She put a hand out to restrain Robbie, who was getting out of the car to probably beat the snot out of Uri.

             
“Wait, Robbie.  He’s okay.”

             
He looked at her with furrowed brows.  “Are you sure?”

             
“Yes.  I’m sure.  Go home.  Thanks for the ride.”  She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before getting out of the car.

             
Walking over to Uri, she looked at him.  He was leaning against her door, with a crumpled up Burger King bag next to him, sleeping like a baby.  She nudged him with her toe.

             
“Uri, wake up.”

             
He jolted awake with surprise, and looked up at her sheepishly.

             
“Sorry.”  He mumbled, rubbing his face.

             
“It’s okay.  We just need to go inside, before Ralph makes his rounds.  Come on.”  She helped him get up and inside her apartment.

             
After settling Uri on her couch, and letting Taco out, Heather went back inside to check on him.  Her body flushed with warmth at the memory of the kiss they’d shared earlier that night.

             
"Is Ralph the policeman that patrols the neighborhood?"

             
Heather nodded, "Yeah. He knows I walk home in the early hours of the morning, and he sort of watches out for me."

             
Uri nodded, then his gaze dropped to his feet.

             
“Are you okay, Uri?”

             
He looked at her, pain in his eyes.  “No.”

             
“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

             
He sighed and looked like he was gathering his thoughts.  “Everything is so intense.  I had no idea that humans felt so strongly about everything.  I’ve been so
emotional
.” 

             
“What happened last night, Uri?  I never got a chance to thank you for helping me with…him.”

             
He threw himself on her sofa with an exhausted sigh, raking his fingers through his hair, causing it to flop in various directions.  “I’ve been following you home, since that first night.  At first, I wasn’t sure why; it was just an impulse, to try to learn more about you.  Then it was because I worried about you walking alone at night.”  He stopped and looked at his hands, as if seeing them for the first time.  “When the Deceiver started to follow you, a rage overtook me, stole all of my self-control.  I don’t know how it happened.  When he changed, I changed.  I just knew that I had to do something to save you, Heather.  I couldn’t lose you, especially not now.”  He dropped his head into his hands.  "That would be the ultimate irony."

             
She scooted over, to give him a hug, knowing that he needed comfort now more than anything else.

             
“But, you did it.  You saved me.  You killed him.”

             
“No.  I didn’t kill him.  I’m not sure he can be killed, except by the Boss, and I don’t think He’ll ever do it.  Something about killing him would upset the balance of the earth.  I don’t understand it anymore.”  He looked at her, beseechingly.  “I used to understand so much more, and now I …”

             
“Welcome to humanity, Uri.”  She said gently.  “We feel deeply and don’t understand why.  Those feeling are what keep us going, sometimes.  We eat, sleep, work, and to let off a little steam, have sex.  It’s what makes us what we are.”  She smiled at him, hoping he got her little joke.

             
“So, this is normal?  All of…this?”  He waved his hand up and down his body, distractedly.  “The Boss isn’t toying with me?”

             
“No.  From what I understand Uri, He wouldn’t do that.  He’s keeping His word, and you’re becoming human.  All of what you are feeling is normal.”  She squeezed his hand, reassuringly, the question she wanted to ask, unspoken.

             
“What about at the club?  What was that?  I didn’t even know myself, there.”

             
“Can I ask you a question?  Will you be honest with me?”  She asked him.

             
“Yes.”

             
“You said that He would make you human if you fell in love with me.  Did you…?”  She swallowed.  "Fall in love with me?"

             
He shrugged.  “I don’t know what I feel anymore.  I can’t stop thinking about you, though.  It hurts to think about you.  Not an unpleasant feeling, but an ache of awareness that you’re not around.  I came here to be near your things, but I couldn’t “poof” my way inside, anymore.  So I sat on your porch.”  He ran his hand through his hair, disheveling it, more.  “I want to do everything for you.  I want to help your mother and your sister.  I want to help you with
anything.
  I feel this insane need to do everything with you, because I can’t stand the thought of doing anything without you.  I want to spend the rest of eternity with you, Heather.  It’s sinful, but I want to
worship
you.  It’s a overwhelming desire, like I’d die if it didn’t happen.  And it hurt, because I didn’t know if you felt the same way.  Is that love?”

             
She was quiet, taken aback by his declarations.  Slowly, she nodded.  “I think it might be, yes.”

             
“Then, what happened at the club?  You didn’t answer me.  What was that?”