There was something to be said for the bright sides of being human. Sex was amazing. The act of eating, once you got used to it, while still time consuming was quite pleasant. And dreaming. Oh, dreaming. Samandriel hadn't slept while he was an angel, hadn't needed to so why would he bother? Once the nightmares tapered off and he realized how much he really did love being buried under blankets and wrapped up in the safety of Mitchell's cool embrace, the dreams were almost as good as the sex. More often than not, he woke up from them a little wistful, still remembering the feel of wings at his back and all the kinds of things he'd done while he still had his grace.
But dreaming was as close as he could get and so he'd take it. Samandriel sighed happily as he snuggled back against Mitchell's body, still in that half asleep, comfortable state he liked so much to linger in.