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My Shy Wallflower
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My Shy Wallflower
A Shirow oneshot ~
Rain pattered against a white windowsill, pane included, as auburn eyes grazed their sights upon the view. “It’s beautiful,” Shilo whispered. “If only Eric were here.” The call of a crow disturbed the adolescent from her rippling thoughts. “Eric?” Shilo called, believing to be dreaming again. Was the dosage on her medicine too high? He can come whenever I want him to if he’s my imagination. I don’t need the sign of the crow. Denial. “Hey Shy,” came a familiar voice. Shilo spun from where she stood only to find The Crow on the opposite side of the room near an open window. “I thought I’d use your front door.” Eric said. “Very funny,” Shilo replied. “The world is your stage and backyard; your room, a microcosm; your windows, your front door.” “Then how do you explain my bedroom door?” Shilo remarked. Eric feigned defeat in silence. “I could leave if you want me to, I only just got here,” Eric replied. “That’s what I don’t understand, Eric. If you’re a hallucination, why do you take your time?” Shilo questioned. “Oh, Shy.” Eric sighed. Time and time again, Shilo refused to believe he was corporeal. “Come here. You haven’t even hugged me yet.” Eric commanded as he strolled his way towards her. “Don’t you see? Morphine is bad for you.” The Crow lightly snatched her arm and removed the gripping wristband. Blood pressure warning. Medicate immediately. came the machine. “Shilo, Shy, this medication… it’s your dad’s medicine.” “It’s his medicine?!” Shilo cried.
“You were never terminal to begin with.” Eric continued. “But how do you know? For sure?” Shilo pleaded. “Because I’ve been protecting you ever since you were little. Your mother, Marni, she gave—no—relinquished her sight for Blind Mag.” “Eric, this is too much to take in.” Shilo headed for her plastic-ridden bed. “But you’re not Daddy’s girl.” Eric said. “Daddy’s girl’s a fucking monster.” Shilo began panicking as her chest heaved to and fro. “Damn. Shy, relax.” Eric asked as Shilo threw herself back upon the mattress. “Does that hurt?” Eric asked again, painfully watching the events unfold of a panic attack. “I’m just seventeen… seventeen. And it’s better than forty!” Shilo cried as she lunged herself towards her imaginary friend. “No, Shy, you’re reacting impulsively,” Eric fussed as he sought to restrain the other person in the room; he grabbed her by the wrist and turned her face away from him and towards the mirror in a standing spooning position. “Look… Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children. Do you understand?” Eric reigned dominant. “Yes. You want me to remain chaste.” A spark fired in Eric’s mind. “Lie down, Shy,” Eric requested. “You’ll feel if I’m real or not.”
“Having sex with my mental boyfriend relieves me of stress so that I don’t feel sequestered anymore.”
“Shilo, we’ve never had sex. That must have been in your dreams.” Eric said. The smaller person laid down on the mattress as her nerves cooled, panic attack subsiding because of rushing hormones. She breathed in. Then out. “Does that hurt?” Eric cooed, aware he’d asked her the same question twice. “Again?” Shilo huffed. “Just leave me alone.” “Let’s have it your way then,” Eric chirped as his cheeks flushed a light shade of coral. “Eric,” Shilo whispered. The rain ceased as droplets reflected the glimmering of the moon. “It can’t rain all the time,” Eric said as he lowered himself upon the warm and sensual body, burying his head and nestling himself between Shilo’s legs. She moaned. “That feels good,” Shilo commented, tilting her head back in pleasure. The Crow wriggled his tongue against her panty to reach her sweet spot—her honeypot. Shilo instinctively thrust her hips towards his shoulders, giving him more leverage, but smothering his face in her groin. “Fuck,” Eric cried. “You’re wet as outside,” “You have that effect on me,” Shilo replied as she dug her nails in his scalp, mussing his hair. “Keep going.” Shilo commanded as she squealed and moaned in-between licks; Eric twirled his tongue in a ring around her sensitively hardened clit. “That tickles!” Shilo squealed. “My God, you’re a virgin,” Eric stated as he raised his head ready to devour her whole with kisses and gropes. “Take it off.” Eric demanded, watching her raise her slender arms above her head, dragging her nightgown off. Revealed beneath was the complexion of porcelain skin sensible to the touch. Her breasts weighed heavily upon either side of her torso as Eric stared in awe and wonder. “What is it?” Shilo blushed. “You’re beautiful. Shy, oh my shy wallflower. All mine.” Eric wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his lips against her midriff, planting a trail of kisses towards her heart. “Now it’s your turn. Undress. Strip for me.” Shilo said as Eric’s eyes widened. “You’re really letting me do this?” Eric asked. “I didn’t know I’d loved you so much… but I do.” she blushed again, hoisting herself upon pillows to watch Eric Draven strip for her. The Crow. Eric reluctantly lifted himself off of the bed and pinched the button on his polyester jeans. The zipper flew down in a matter of seconds then his hands peeled off the garment apart from his sweating and porous skin. The trousers lowered and the jacket ensemble came off haphazardly onto the floor until there was a disarray of black clothes in sight.
“You’re big,” Shilo squeaked as she reached for a pillow and concealed her face from him. “Shy, it’s all right,” Eric spoke gently. “Take off the wig, please?” “I look better with it on,” she mumbled. “I’ll decide when I make love to you tonight,” Eric prompted as he crawled himself above her. “I should warn you, this is going to hurt.” “At least I’m not loose like a Goodyear tire.” Shilo retorted. Eric laughed as he collapsed on her tummy, taking her in. “You’re quite the scandal,” he chirped. “I know it’s going to hurt, but I trust you.” she said. “Good.” The Crow replied as he locked plush lips against hers, feeling the plump softness that drove him crazy. They unlocked flesh and gasped for air. “You’re a good kisser,” Eric said. “I’ve been practicing,” Shilo replied. “Let me have you?” “I’m already yours,” Shilo said as they kissed again. Eric grazed his hand above her thigh and shoved himself in the gap between her legs. “Can I?” Eric asked for permission. “Go ahead.” was Shilo’s reply. Two fingers dug their way between the mound of skin she had for a vagina. “Deeper,” she requested. Liquid started pouring slightly from her exit. “I don’t want to hurt you.” he said. “Please?” “All right, you asked for it.” Eric said as he explored her inner cavern with robust digits. He bucked his fingers in a clockwise motion to further excite her. Shilo moaned. Discharge released as Eric’s fingers grew sticky.
“I want to taste you. All of you.” Eric whispered as he relieved himself of the discharge on the tips of his hands. “Yummy,” Eric sucked his fingers one-by-one until Shilo’s discharge was eradicated from sight. “Oh God, that’s so hot,” Shilo squirmed upon the sheets. “Suck it,” Eric smirked as he straddled one leg on each side of her. They lay in Missionary Position. Shilo allowed the flooding feeling to overwhelm her control; she grasped his face and kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue to press against his in a wet exchange of saliva. “Do it.” Eric panted. She stretched the strain of saliva extending from her face to his. “I want to fuck you like an animal,” Shilo sang, brushing her plump lips against his skin. “I want to feel you from the inside,” Eric sang along with her. She drew near his groin until finally a familiar anatomical organ from her biological books stood out against her. “Fuck yeah,” Eric groaned in ecstasy, tossing his head back to savor the experience. Shilo had enveloped his phallus with parted lips as she nearly swallowed his organ to her limit; her mouth was a cramped cavern. “Yes, Shy,” Eric moaned. The crow called out as it witnessed the two lovers possessing each other’s personal space, inhabiting each other’s body. Fluid escaped Eric Draven as it trickled down Shilo’s chin. “Mmrmph,” Shilo mumbled with a full mouth. “Swallow, baby, swallow,” Eric groaned as he began pumping with the force of his torso slowly into her mouth. Discharge and urine flooded her mouth as it escaped the sides of her lips and poured onto her bed. Her throat automatically welcomed all fluids down its descent. “Eric!” Shilo gasped, heaving for air. Eric looked below at his lover and pulled off her wig; Shilo screamed. “Keep it down, Shy, you’re going to wake the whole household.” “I’m sorry, but I want my wig back!” “It’s going to be harder to fuck you with that,”
“No, it’s not! Try me!” Shilo shot him a look to meet him in the eyes. “God, you’re gorgeous,” “With my wig on!” Shilo’s insecurity began tainting the moment. “Fine, here you go.” he planted the wig firmly atop her head, snuggling it in place. “I like you better without it,” Eric confirmed as he stroked her cheek with a roaming finger. She lay down as he continued caressing her body in gentle strokes with his hands.
Draven aimed for the target of her nipple as his teeth latched on and he began sucking. One hand sculpted her other breast like potter’s clay. Shilo threw her head back and hugged his head. Breathing in the scent of vanilla wafting from his locks was more than surreal; it was a pulsing connection. Her clitoris and his penis began throbbing with pleasure. They momentarily breathed in unison until Shilo whispered, “I love you.” Eric lifted his gaze and met her in the eyes. “You’re the world to me, Shy.” Eric began. “I love you, too.”
A/N: A Shirow one-shot. 
It contains lemon. Maybe I'll update if this receives positive reviews and swarming feedback. 
Are you new to Shirow? Their love is not of an unrequited one. Shilo Wallace is a Cancer patient and The Crow is a deceased Rock Musician who is revived from the dead. Like a glistening vigilante in shining armor, Eric Draven aids her in staying away from Zydrate, like Morphine, an addictive drug. Because Shilo never leaves the comfort zone of her bedroom, Eric is forced to mingle with Shilo solely indoors despite his desires to take her outside, unbeknownst to him that Shilo longs to see the world. Eric can provide the protection and safety Shilo needs by being immortal and her only shield. Shilo and Eric bond over time and it isn't until tonight that Shilo's trust is finally tested when it comes to Eric being corporeal or not. 
*I traded her rare blood disease for Cancer since she's bald in the film and Cancer patients can relate to being sequestered by being bed-ridden in a hospital since Shilo has never left her home before.
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Again, hope this goes into the main piece somewhere. I can't express enough how much I'm hooked on this ship!