Ariadne shrieked out loud and threw herself back onto the bed indecorously kicking her shapely pins into the air. Her companion giggled but stopped suddenly, causing Ariadne to stifle her excitement. She followed Rose's gaze to the bathroom door. It was the man called Forbes that they'd followed down the street. They'd heard the receptionist as he'd handed over the key to the honeymoon suite. He was now wearing the white hotel dressing gown he'd found in the bathroom. Ariadne was disappointed that they'd left it so long to get into his room. She'd missed the best bit - the undressing. She called, but drew no reaction from him. She took a breath and again she called but louder this time. His lack of reaction was at the same time, a disappointment and a relief. Rose frowned a warning but Ariadne was having none of it. She filled her lungs and opened her pretty mouth wide this time.
'Forbes! You gorgeous man! You hunk!'
This time, she was pleased to note that a faint resonance had lifted briefly, a strand of dark hair that had fallen sexily over his smooth square forehead. Rose turned to look at Ariadne again.
'Come on. We shouldn't be doing this!'
'Scaredy cat. Look at him, though. Slim hips, long luscious legs. A nice package altogether! Oooh!'
Ariadne innocently stroked at her creased, tulip petals as she spoke, then without a thought of retaining any dignity, crossed her legs loosely, displaying a slight shimmer of gossamer beneath.
Rose grinned and shook her head. 'Ari, you are a very, very naughty sprite and this will all end in tears.'
'Sod her.' Ari said with not the slightest concern on her beautiful oval face.
Rose took a sharp breath and looked around quickly.
'You really are going to catch it one day. You know how stuffy she can be.'
'Who? Madame! The guardian of the' she used her slim fingers to mark inverted commas in the air as she emphasised the last word. 'Faeries?
Her dark eyes sparkled and her brows moved comically.
'Pompous old'¦..'
'Careful Ari, she could be listening.'
'How? No-one knows we've come here. I've been here loads of times. The men are gorgeous.'

Ariadne sighed theatrically as she watched Forbes moving around the bedroom putting his clothes in the drawers, but she perked up when he disappeared again through the bathroom door. This was the sign for her to move quickly after him to where she perched upon the long marble vanity unit. Unaware, Forbes slipped his white, dressing gown from his lean shoulders but before he could step into the shower he stopped. A sound caught his ear. He waited and listened and frowned as one might, perturbed a little by unexplained feelings and half-caught, whispered conversations or the inexplicable feeling of being watched.

A tingle suddenly ran up his bronzed, smooth, skin and he shivered slightly making the goose bumps on his skin rise underneath his dark chest hair. What the devil was that? He shrugged to himself grimaced at his fanciful notions and allowed that it was probably the stress of waiting for tomorrow. Anyway, it wasn't necessarily a sound after all, he reasoned. It was more of a feeling. Or, maybe the plumbing. He laughed out loud at his silliness. Copper pipes whistle in tune? Still, all the same, it had seemed like a wolf-whistle. He paused, looking around suspiciously. Across the room and screwed to the wall over the sinks was a huge mirror. Forbes glared at it and tried to see through it. Briefly, it occurred to him it might be a one-way mirror like one you might find in some pervy sort of , Hotel Paridiso. Finally, he climbed into the shower and shouted loudly as the scalding water began to batter his skin. He turned his body away from the mirror so that only his back would be visible to a potential voyeur - or his best man. He grinned to himself.
'I'm onto you Jules.'
He chuckled again as he soaped himself. Bastard's probably set a camera or something up for the wedding night. He'd better find it and take it down before Giselle finds it or he'd be a dead man.

Ariadne withdrew her fingers from her mouth as Rose grimaced, holding her ears.
'I'm going to do it you know. I'm going to do it with him. Tonight.'
Rose reddened slightly and Ariadne jumped back up onto the bed.
'You wouldn't dare.'
'Right on this bed.' She patted the quilt. 'Or, possibly in there.'
'My God, Ari. You will be in so much trouble. You'll be' Rose pointed in emphasis to the floor as she mouthed the words 'sent down.'
'Whatever! I hate school. All madame ever says is "behave yourselves gels. Remember, faeries are good, mortals not good.". How would she know, the dried up old prune! It looks fun on their side and I want to know what it's like. Where's the harm in that?'
'Ari! You don't know what you're saying. Banishment! Forever! Be patient and one day soon you can have your pick of the fairy folk.' She tried to steer the conversation back to a more comfortable subject. 'I'm going to get one myself.' She qualified it further. 'Once we're of age, of course. One of those Elves! With eyes to die for.'
As she laughed, Ariadne looked at her pityingly.
'Elves! Pah! Puny and too stuffy and formal by far. God! Look at the dances madame's organised. Full of young/old weirdos. When they want to chat you up they have to go through all that formal crap don't' they? All that "I am Elrond, son of Delrond, son of'' she paused to think of a name ' Belrond"'¦Boring! I want a real man.' She waited for effect. 'And I'm not going to wait for anyone to tell me it's ok.'
'Ari!
'I don't care. I'm getting hot knickers just thinking about young Forbes through there.'
Rose's hand flew to her face in horror yet she betrayed herself with her giggles.
'You are so slutty! What about the oath?'
Ariadne adopted a childish voice and embellished it with a lisp. 'Oh yeth. I promith not to vithit the mortal world. Nor will I croth over or alert the mortalth to our prethenth in their realm.' It's bullshit, Rose. Propaganda from Dingly Dell. They need to lighten up! It's a complete waste of time. We should change the rules. Join the mortals in the real world and get some!' She giggled as she stood up and assumed a heroic pose, proclaiming grandly.
'Forbes, you beast! You can tinker with my belle anytime! Good fairies give good'¦'
She was interrupted quickly by Rose who was holding her hands over her ears and squealing.
'I can't hear you! La la la la la laaaaaa!' until Ariadne's laughter signalled her to stop.
'Get the picture?'
'No, I don't. Let's go now Ari, before we get caught. I'm scared. We'll be missed by Madame.'
Ari gave a short, sharp laugh. 'Go on then, Rose. Run along home.'
Silence fell on the pair while Rose stared at Ariadne as she busied herself tidying her hair and petal skirt and flexing her wings.
'There's no hope for you, Ari. I really am going. Are you coming with me?' She stopped and looked seriously at her friend, who just shrugged and smiled.
'Yeah, I'll catch you up. Don't worry, I'll be along soon.'
'Don't do anything stupid. You know the consequences.'
Ariadne watched as Rose lifted from the floor and sped through the open window into the night.

Later on that evening Forbes put the phone down and smiled to himself. Giselle's endearments, her tender words and silky voice had had a marked effect upon his libido. Only another day away and he'd see her. He wished the night would pass quickly and tried to hurry it along by putting out the light and surrendering himself to his dreams.

Ariadne's electric-blue eyes narrowed and the pupils grew large in the darkness as she sat watching. She chewed her lip in anticipation and felt the thrill of rebellion begin its intoxicating, spell-binding journey from her mind down into her limbs. Her lips reflected the light from the street lights. Her mouth was slightly open as she drew short, hot breaths. She let her eyes wander along the muscular form of Forbes's shoulders and upper arms. She leaned close to his lips and looked at his white teeth and her young breasts brushed against his warm forearm making her nipples respond. Forbes rolled in sleep, onto his side and Ariadne swallowed with excitement. In an instant she had shed her clothing and stood looking at her perfect belly and thighs in reflected light of the mirror. Her small, upturned breasts glowed brightly in the glass and the sparkling blonde highlights flashed as her hair lifted gently in the sudden breeze from the window.

Forbes stirred and rolled onto his back, dislodging the quilt to reveal his dark pubic hair and firm stomach. Ariadne's mouth grew dry and her tongue felt thick as a glorious warmth started in between her slim legs and spread slowly up into her stomach and down into her thighs.

She slipped quickly under the quilt and stretched alongside Forbes, watching his eyes closely. She moved her fingers carefully and gently across his thigh, feeling the scratch of hair catch her nails. Forbes shuffled but remained asleep. Ariadne smirked and rested her perfectly, white upper teeth on the top of her full, lower lip. She moved her hand slowly upwards to his crotch.

Sleep lingered in Forbes' brain. He did his best to hang onto his dream. Giselle had responded to him like he'd not seen before in their two years together. She'd never'¦.he smiled and shivered deliciously to himself. What a night. He flung his arm out and pulled her sleepy body closer to him. She responded by wriggling her bottom into his groin. She seemed so smooth and silky and warm, he thought he might have to wake her up for an encore. Light penetrated the gloom and made him pull the cover further up over his eyes. He moved his fingers lightly across the perfect thigh alongside his and breathed in deeply of the fabulous perfume. She must've brought back from New York. Probably got a name like Dew or something he thought. Nice though.

Ariadne felt something light tickling her thigh and another thing hard and warm pushing against her rear. She frowned and wriggled to make it go away. She noticed she was a little tender down below and her thighs felt a little bruised. She lazily searched through her mind for a reason. Again she felt a nudge. What the hell was it? She thrust her beautiful bottom hard against it as if to deliver a final warning. Upon doing so a shout of pain delivered an almighty wake-up call to her brain. Wide eyed she spun around to face the noise and thoughts of her vigorous excesses of the night before flooded into her head. A voice broke through the dawn fog in her head and it certainly wasn't Madame or even, Rose. It was a long, long way from being female or fairy-like at all. .
'God, Giselle. Careful will you?'
'Shit!' she let out loudly.
At this Forbes' dark, untidy mop appeared from under the quilt.
'Giselle?'
He squinted across the bed at the blonde hair and slim shoulders facing him. His eyes dropped to look at the soft and gently moving breasts. Ariadne followed his gaze and pulled the quilt up to cover her modesty.
'Shit!' She said again.
'Who the hell are you?'
'Shit.' Ariadne ignored his demand. She chewed frantically on her lower lip and furrowed her brow with the exertion of panicked thinking. Her eyes flickered around the room and lit upon Forbes again. He was staring open mouthed at her.
'Who are you?'
'Shit' she snapped, ignoring him and threw herself back onto the pillow squealing, covering her face with her hands and kicking her feet.
Forbes shook his head as if to free himself from a nightmare.
'I said' he said trying to sound like someone of substance. 'who are you and what are you doing here?
She glanced briefly at him with annoyance but made sure her breasts were still covered up.
'Well, last night I was Giselle.' She watched him to see if he understood.
'God.' He covered his face. 'I thought it was a dream and' he struggled with his understanding 'this morning when I woke I thought it was real.'
She glared at him. She knew also that her predicament was not his fault. The previous night's shenanigans, until now fragmented as a rough sketch of bawdiness slowly took on substance and colour, causing her to blush. In spite of her preoccupation she couldn't help but look carefully at his smooth, muscled torso set off against the dazzling white of the sheets.
He stared back. 'What was it? You on a hen night? How did you get in?' Pausing he rubbed his eyes. 'My God! What will Giselle say?'
'Sod Giselle. Sod it all!' Ariadne sat up clutching the covers to her. She looked on the floor beside the bed and could see the small, gold-capped bottle lying empty. She couldn't shut him up even for a couple of minutes to let her think. The potion had all gone. Lying beside the bottle and half hidden underneath the bed was a crushed and creased petal skirt.

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