All
The Fallen ~*~ Chapter 7 ~*~ Figured It Out

“Non!”  JadedRogue planted her feet and pulled with
as much force as she could muster.

“Non!  Non! NON!” The last tug freed her hand from
Windwalker’s just before it disappeared into the brick wall.  She stumbled backwards and landed hard on her
ass.  “FUCK!” She bellowed as the pain
moved from her ass to the back of her neck.

Windwalker poked
her head and shoulders back out of the wall. 
“What is wrong?” 

Jaded scrabbled to
her feet, dusted the alley grit off her pants and jammed her hat back
down.  She looked at the comical illusion
that was before her.  “What’s wrong,” she
mimicked, “what’s wrong?”  She glared at
Windwalker.  “Walking through walls!” she
yelled.  “That’s what’s wrong!  C’est pas
normal!” 

“But it’s
the quickest way,” Windwalker observed, a puzzled expression knitting her
brow.  Jaded looked up at the sky, saying
a silent but quick prayer to the lesbian gods.

“I don’t care!”
Jaded snarled, “It gives me the frissons.”

“Fr.. frissons?”
Windwalker tilted her head to the left and gave her a deadpan look.

“Frissons!” Jaded
nodded her head for emphasis her hands waving in the air, a very French
trait.  “Wiggins.  Shivers.” And she shuddered to illustrate on
cue.

“Oh,” Windwalker
said thoughtfully, her voice almost innocent. 
“Fris-sons.  Frissons.” She
repeated the word to herself several times. 
The r’s not rolling off her tongue the way it did of the Rogue’s, it
sounded much sexier when she said it.

The Rogue turned
and headed for the street, back stiff. 
She cracked her neck as she walked, the popping echoing in the ally.

Windwalker looked
up.  “Wait!  Where are you going?”

“I’m going.  To use. 
The door!” Jaded tossed over her shoulder, her blue grey eyes meeting
Windwalkers as if to challenge her to stop her. 
The look was both daring and filled with some sort of mischief.