[CLOSED | COMPLETE ] Characters: Samyaza (notoriousrebel), Gabija(bringafirehome) Date/Time: August Location: Their home Rating: R-ish Warnings: Dirty fallen angels ahoy. Probably best not to read while in a work environment. Summary: Gabija asks for a hug and gets an upgrade
Wives, he'd had them before. Hadn't he? He couldn't quite remember right then but he was sure in some life he had had a wife, at least once. But none had been reincarnates like Gabija. He supposed that made a little more special, didn't it?
Aside from the fact she was twenty back home and he was thirty-four with a daughter. Was that weird? He supposed it was weird. And maybe something people would back away from or even stare at (but how much he would drink that attention and preen!).
His fingertips brushed against the doorknob as he debated on what entry to make. A sudden one? A quiet and solemn one, made up of understanding and Regency-era respect? One with a dance and song involved? Finally, a knock was settled on and he then poked his head in, attempting to behave as casually as possible. "Wifeling, your order of one hug by your extremely handsome and talented husband has arrived. Where you would like to have it executed?"
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Gabija had been married once. It was a very awkward affair because she'd been aware of herself and so the feelings weren't really there and she didn't have to feel it after. She was free from all the confusion that accompanied it. It was the people that weren't married to her that she'd cried over. It was them that had mattered, not her husband.
Now she was married to Samyaza and she'd lived for so long with the feelings neatly tucked into every part of her that it was difficult to separate herself from now and before everything else. She felt awkward and uncertain. The sexual aspect of their relationship was...well, she'd never done that before. She'd gotten close, but never actually done it. Now she had and all her mind (very unhelpfully) supplied was images and memories of these moments. She had children here, too. Children she'd never have again. All of it was overwhelming. Not to mention the fact that he'd gone out of his way to make her angry...Or that's how it looked and felt.
The knock at the door made her look up and she smiled despite herself. She was still for a moment, eyes looking him over for a moment before she moved over to him, pulling him through the door by his arm and wrapping her arms around him. "You're stupid." She laughed just a little (something to keep her from crying) before burying her face in his shirt.
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In fairness, he couldn't even begin to imagine her problems. For him, sex and children, they had happened. His children had been terrifying and then had been wiped out. The women came and then. There was one that--
No. No need to go there. Instead, he focused on the short creature in his arms, placing a hand on the back of her head to stroke her hair. "I'm perfectly sane and well aware of my rakish good looks. You just aren't appreciating me as much as I appreciate you and how tempting you are when you wear red lipstick." Oh the things his mind went to when she did...
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The thing about touch was that it could be far more comforting than words. Words had a tendency to get jumbled up into perfectly loathsome phrases that helped little. She knew herself to be guilty of this, too, so she was glad for the simpleness of hugs and the hand stroking her hair. It did nothing to help her sort through things, but it made her feel better all the same.
"I said nothing against your looks. I commented on your intelligence." Gabija peered up at him quietly for a moment all the same. "You only give me things I can use against you in the..." She trailed off, brow furrowing slightly. There was no set future, she supposed but there was bound to be some small amount of future. "In the limited future." Since she was sure of its limits. "And I am well aware of how you look." Which was troublesome at best.
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"Well, I'm glad my looks aren't an issue. Otherwise, I was going to get very grumpy. And my intelligence is also very good. I was a leader, you know, and lead the most wonderful rebellion that did not involve going to hell. Just into the arms and other parts of women." He couldn't help but grin over that, shameless for being such a pervert.
To smooth it over, however, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You can have all the ammo you want but you can never take me down. You'd miss me too much, you know? Without me, who would you have to make your nights more...entertaining?"
And back to shameless.
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Gabija arched an eyebrow. "You're absolutely hopeless." And he was. Well, to her. "Had you been ordinary men, such a thing would have been no feat and I should have told you so." But these were angels. Which made it oddly more curious. "You should be careful about that habit."
Her eyes closed as she felt the kiss to her forehead. It was strangely difficult to keep her mind from straying to less innocent things. His next comment made her look up at him quizzically. "Miss you?" She had every intention of denying it, pretending it wasn't true, but what came out instead was, "Terribly." She paused after that before adding, "But for more than entertaining nights." Her eyes closed as she rested her cheek against his chest. "You're still a giant...It's unnatural."
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There was nothing ordinary about him and clearly she knew it. He would have puffed up in pride then if he wasn't busy petting his wife and thinking things of a very salacious nature.
"A giant am I? I could take that an entirely dirty way, you know." And he was. His nose ghosted over the top of her head, inhaling the scent of hair and letting the silky strands tickle him. "My being a giant means more for you to have. Your being dainty and petite means I feel more masculine and protective. See how this works between us?"
Right then, he wanted things to progress to the bed. And have things work there. It was in his nature to want such things. His Father made him this way, really.
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"A giant," she asserted. Sort of like a human tree. There was a laugh and she lightly poked at his sides. "Dainty..." She didn't feel dainty. It was true that in any sort of physical fight, there was no chance she'd win. Not with just her body alone. However, heavy objects and fire were more than enough to give her a chance. That didn't mean she thought of herself as dainty. "Dearest, darling husband, I think your manliness is going to your head."
She leaned back to look up at him, reaching up in an attempt to flick his nose. "But you are more man than angel now." They all were. Even the archangels. She wondered how difficult it was for them to adjust to human life. Smiling a touch, she watched him. She was entirely aware of where the night would likely end. In fact, she'd been aware of it since the moment she asked for a hug. Were the situation different, she had a feeling she wouldn't be so...easy to accept it as fact.
"And very bad at flirting." Which wasn't true, but she said it all the same.
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Samyaza knew he couldn't be very much angel anymore. He identified with the soft, charming humans much more at this point. And he knew his Father would never take him back anyway. It was fine. He still loved Him.
"I am not bad at flirting. You've just become immune," he replied, wearing a mock look of offense. "I'd have had your panties off by now if you weren't so sure about me. You'd even have been against the wall and..." Ah, door. His foot moved to tap it so it would shut and he reached over to lock it just in case.
"And only good things would have happened. Enough to make your knees into jelly and I would be forced to carry you to bed and do it all over again." His fingers began to toy with the collar of her shirt. "Until you fell into a perfect sleep, without any worrying thoughts about limited futures or what we'll have to deal with later."
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"Terrible at it," she lied. Which would come back to haunt her as he went on. Oh, goodness. Her eyes narrowed slightly in an effort to pretend she didn't buy anything he was saying. Only she knew for a fact that it wasn't going to do her any good because she was already mentally going with him. She swore under her breath. This was totally unfair and definitely cheating. Totally cheating.
"I hate you." Which also wasn't true. Not that she figured he'd believe her. If he did, she'd maybe apologize. Maybe. "If I forget, it'll only be momentarily." That was at least one truth. She was trying not to be concerned but it was true. She wouldn't forget. Not for long. She frowned briefly before stepping back and eyeing him. "Well, then..." A smirk. "When's all this memory altering and jelly-leg inducing sex supposed to occur?"
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Hearing her swear under her breath was much too cute. Both his slide to her bottom while, at the same time, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Lips traveling over to her ear, Samyaza affectionately nuzzled it. That was where his playfulness took a turn that should have been, perhaps, foreseen.
"You adore me, don't want to replace me and think of me when I'm not here," he murmured warmly against her ear. "Those long nights I didn't come home early enough, did you let your imagination help you then? Did you pull up your nightgown as you thought of what I would say, what I would do to you? Did you let the memory of me bring you blinding pleasure, my dearest wife?"
The lobe of her ear became caught between his teeth as he grinned to himself. He was going to hell, Zurvan hell or the real one. And he didn't very much care and to prove that he pushed onward. "Tell me, did you even sample a taste of it? Would you kiss me after doing so?"
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Thinking was ever so difficult. Or...it was with Samyaza talking to her like that. He was a cheating cheater and she would always know that. She moved to slip her fingers under his shirt, digging her nails in as some sort of punishment. She didn't figure it would do much good, but she could pretend. "I think you'll find," she started, voice low. "That I slept when you were late..." Mostly.
Her breath caught for a moment at the feeling of his teeth on her earlobe and she dug her nails in more. "Or maybe I didn't." She pressed a quick kiss to his jaw. "Maybe it was all I could do not to think of you." It was strange to speak this way when she could remember why it was strange. It made her cheeks heat up. "As for those last questions? I'll leave it to your imagination." Because saying she preferred to wash her hands after the fact probably didn't sound sexy.
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She was such a little temptation and Samyaza liked to think he had helped encourage that in her and only him. A slow breath was dragged out from between the kiss and her last of words. "My imagination is going wild," he assured her, a low growl in the back of his throat as he hoisted her up so she could, if she so wanted, put her legs around his waist. The aim was to have them both tumble into bed and maybe break a couple of springs. A hard but brief kiss was pressed to her mouth (that sweet, teasing mouth) before he added, "Some of it might end up reality."
Gabija would be getting more than just a hug. Samyaza thought the upgrade he was offering was a much better deal anyway.