Fanfiction - "Fly Me Away" (DNAngel)

(I've been absolutely in LOVE with Dark for awhile now and just had to write this story! It's not expressly about anyone with Dark - only a "she" is mentioned and is nameless. So who's with him? Rika? Riku? Your OC? You? The only limit is your imagination! :3 Enjoy teh smexy fluff!)




The cool night breeze created by gliding motion through the sky kissed against the teenage girl’s tender skin and brought on a slight sense of insecurity, but it did not last long; she flew not alone.

She gazed up through tousled bangs into the beautiful face of the young man who cradled her in strong arms, the one who had swept her away from her bedroom as his entirely willing captive and taken her with him on his flight across the star-dusted field of night. Windswept dark purple hair and long parted bangs framed his face and fell before his forehead, but not so much as to obscure the deep violet orbs that had just moved from the air ahead to gaze back down at her. Adorning his chiseled back and keeping them aloft were two graceful black wings, reminiscent of those of a dark angel.

He smiled as he looked down into her eyes; the look in those amethyst orbs was mischievous and slightly seductive, yet loving, as the girl could easily discern. The soft material of his black jacket brushed against her cheek when he pulled her closer into his chest. The gentle, steady thump of his heartbeat soothed her, and she closed her eyes and nestled in to listen more closely. She almost didn’t notice the soft, moist pressure at her hairline that lingered for a brief moment, and only opened her eyes again when the sound of him whispering her name wrapped itself around her ears.

Suddenly pulled back into reality, she was also pulled flush against the young man’s chest, his warm breath washed over her skin, drawing a faint blush to her cheeks as a hand gently moved to cradle the back of her neck. Any and all thoughts that happened to have been going through her psyche at the time were instantly sent running for cover as her dark angel moved in and captured her lips with his.

Once she had scoffed at the girls in her high school class who swooned over this eighteen-year-old “delinquent”, calling their constant fantasies of him silly and unrealistic. Seeing her now, one could hardly believe that this was the same girl. From the moment the phantom thief had touched down on her bedroom balcony, enfolding her in an embrace of warm arms and sheltering wings, and proclaiming he was there to steal her heart, his job was done.

There was no need to steal her heart. It had been his from the beginning.