Gabriel, Gabriel/Jade, hands-on education
The bed gives under her back, mattress dipping. The pillow is hard, and the blankets are scratchy, but the sheets are nice; light, clean, well-kept. Not worn and stained like hers, like the sheets of too many beds in Purgatory. Where you could trace the constellations of past sins with your fingers, never more than a handspan apart.
His eyes are luminous -- beautiful. His hands touch her hips awkwardly and gently, following her down; he moved into her when she kissed him, seeking touch with a blossoming sensuality that makes her lips feel full, damp and swollen -- but he doesn't understand. Not really. There's a question in his eyes. He's holding himself up over her, and gently bracing her, but not trying to explore. He doesn't know how.
Her fingers touch him mouth, tracing the shape of his lips, the way they part when she presses her thumb gently into his lower lip. Her pulse pounds in her throat and he leans down when she cups the back of his skull.
She frames his hips with her knees, nudges him back so she can tug at his shirt, help him off with his clothes. Inhuman grace keeps his movements from being blatantly clumsy, but there's a slightly jerky haste to his movements that makes her smile -- really smile, for the first time in...so long. She can barely remember. When his shirt finally clears his head, his eyes are bright and he looks expectantly back at her.
He supports her without asking when she pushes herself up, half-sitting. It's a reminder of his strength that just his hand, braced against her spine, can support her; he's leaning slightly forward, barely blinking, not showing the slightest sign of effort. Jade pulls her dress over her head.
His pupils dilate, black flaring amidst the brilliant electric blue.
"Kiss me." She makes it a request, steady but soft, reaching up to trace her fingertips along his jaw and lips again. He leans forward and does, so soft, so experimental, so light. Her heart is already beating double time. She rests a hand on his throat over the black starkness of his wings, the matte-darkness against his skin like a strange tattoo. Her mouth open, wet and hungry, and he paused, exploring this new territory, mimicking her movements, until he gains surety and hunger at once and they fall back against the bed. Her teeth catch at his lower lip, her mouth turning open and messy against his, her breath deep and slow. They're naked now, and he shifts, coming off of his knees and settling above her, their lower bodies aligning.
Jade writhes, briefly, wordlessly with the pure pleasure of flesh sliding against slick flesh, her fingers flexing as her hips jerk up. She gasps his name, her head tossing blindly, and her eyes flutter.
He's so warm against her.
He breathes her name when she takes him in hand and guides him in, sliding in thick and deep and slow, and for the first time since Falling it sounds like it's hers again.