Re: Elevator: Inside
Those sounds of pleasure were sin in his ears, and it wasn't that he was a stranger to that, to what humans did when they sought their own enjoyment, he did not want it for himself. There was some disgust that washed through him, but when her tongue pressed against his cheek, catching the tears that had slid down from his eyes without his permission, the angel went utterly still, his breath choked up in his chest, his heart pounding hard enough that he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. Please don't, please don't, he pleaded silently, lips moving though not a word came out.
He could smell her breath, reeking of dead things and worse, things he couldn't bring himself to imagine, and as her mouth pressed to the skin beneath his eye, there was no helping the whimper that escaped him. Another tear slipped out, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. "Help me Father," he whispered in halting words, trying to block out the sound of her voice, the description of his smell, the groan, the press of her body to his that he was all too aware of.
He should have pushed her away, should have planted his hands upon her shoulders and shoved, but violence wasn't in his nature. He was peace and warmth and distant, someone who never got close enough to touch, instead watching, but he was too close now.
His head tilted down as she released his jaw, his wings giving another shudder moments before she pressed him back against the wall of the car, trapping his wings between his back and the wall, muscles bunching and convulsing at the sudden restraint. His hands did come up then, gripping her forearms, dark brown eyes pleading. "Don't do this," he begged of her, his words whisper soft but no less strong for their soft tone.