That little touch spoke volumes, and Samandriel couldn’t help but respond to it. He didn’t want to point out that of course he gave of himself. That was his job. He settled once more, fitting his head just in that lovely spot between Michael’s neck and shoulder. “No wonder you like listening to me ramble so much,” he murmured. He closed his eyes to focus on the sound of Michael’s breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, the life rushing through his veins just there against his ear. “You should get some rest. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Lucifer won’t be worried?” he didn’t really understand the idea of a open relationships, to him the idea of a serious relationship meant that you devoted yourself wholly to the person. That was perhaps why he had avoided them since his string of girlfriends in high school, he simply found it difficult to wholly give himself to someone else. But if Samandriel was happy in his relationship, no matter what sort of one it was Michael was going to try not to judge, it was the least he could do. He would still respect their relationship in his own way, of course, Samandriel’s partner deserved some consideration on his part, even if he might be ‘the Devil’ Michael had been taught to fear and fight against. “I don’t want to make any trouble between you.”
“Lucifer knows I’m here,” Samandriel said simply, “just as he knew when I left with you in the first place. It’ll be fine. If he needs me or desires my presence, he can get a hold of me just as easily as you can.” Angel radio was a useful thing from time to time. That and Samandriel really couldn’t resist the thrill of arousal that ran through him when Lucifer actually summoned him. “I think he might actually like to get some work done tonight instead of having me hanging off of him demanding attention.”
“I would hate to even attempt to ignore you, for an angelic being you seem pretty devious when you want something.” At the time of their first night together Michael had believed himself in control of the situation, only later, the next day or the day after that, did it really dawn on him what had happened. The angel had played him just as skillfully as he did his violin, and yet Michael discovered that he was actually alright with it, even a little impressed. He almost empathized with Lucifer, having to live with the clever little angel while also trying to work and everything else life required. Michael knew he would have never gotten a thing done if it were him living with Samandriel. He took a sweet, quick kiss, wrapping his arms tighter around the angel like he was some kid with his favorite teddy bear preparing for bed. He shut his eyes and with a soft sigh finally said it, “I love you, Samandriel.”
Samandriel couldn’t help but smile to himself. Even if Michael had no idea who he was, or he refused to say it again once he did know, he’d heard it once and he at least would remember what those words sounded like coming genuinely from him. Angels didn’t forget after all. He kept his eyes closed, regardless of whether or not he would sleep himself. “Dream well, brother. I’ve got you.” The words were whispered Enochian, something there was no way Michael would understand now, but still something Samandriel needed to say.