Gabriel wants to know if you're gonna eat that (just_desserts) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-03-02 01:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aphrodite, gabriel |
Who: Gabriel + Aphrodite
What: Valentine’s Day worship
When: 2/14 after this
Where: Dite’s
Rating: High. There’s sex. It’s sex-y.
Status: Complete
It wasn't everyday that Gabriel had prayers directed at him that were actually intended to be for him. Sure there were plenty for Gabriel the archangel - or the idea of what that angel was meant to be. Not really what or who he was. Mostly he turned them out, because he wasn't actually amazingly positive what to do with the prayers otherwise. It was like background radio that he only paid attention to when he cared to spare a moment.
But there this one was, loud and clear and kind of perfect. Perfectly worded, perfectly thought out, perfectly endearing and intelligent. That he'd been awarded such a nice thing surprised him -- but that it was so well done didn't.
After all, Angel -- Aphrodite -- was constantly a woman of perfection, and his wonder over her had nothing at all to do with the fact that she was perfect and everything to do with the fact that she cared to share herself with someone like him.
While Gabriel was the sort to find a million words to share with the world, he was more than aware that he wasn't one for any particular amount of eloquence. Talking wasn't always communication, even if he liked to pretend otherwise.
It only made sense then, that he'd be better off just doing as was asked of him. No locks, doors, or lengths of space kept Gabriel out or away, but that hardly mattered at all when he was invited. His wings barely made a noise in the air when he found himself seated in a plush chair in the same room as Aphrodite, heart shaped sucked twirling between his fingers as he offered a smile that was less flirtatious and more just terribly fond.
"You know," he said -- tone conversational, like he might have just been sitting there speaking with her all morning as opposed to having just shown up. "Some days I find it utterly devastating that you're already married."
“Oh darlin’,” Dite smiled as a touch of her usually hidden Texas accent slipped out. Supermodels were supposed to have accents sure, it added to their allure, but sounding like a Texan didn’t seem so appealing to her. “I might be a wonderful lover, but I’m an absolutely terrible wife. I’m just happy it’s that way around, and you ought to be happy to have dodged that bullet.”
Closing her book of Sappho she sat up, dropping the book where she had been lounging before getting to her feet and smoothing out her robe. It was actually one of her more modest things, but given that she had a habit of simply lounging about the house in nothing at all modesty wasn’t one of her concerns. It was remarkably comfortable though, and the fact it didn’t look bad on her didn’t hurt anything. She picked up the little tray of the strawberries he sent her from the coffee table and came to stand before him. She had forgone the heels that day, she didn’t care that she was a few inches taller than Gabriel so had left them off for comfort’s sake, though she was wearing her golden chain barefoot sandals that laced all the way up her calf and was decorated with tiny bells that sounded off as she moved.
She wasn’t content to simply stand there though, bringing a knee up to rest on the chair between his, doing her best not to look too pleased with herself that her prayer had worked. Very few had the power to resist Aphrodite when she wanted something, but she liked when the current object of her interests was eager to come to her. She offered him a strawberry from the tray with one hand while the other ghosted over his cheek and then under his chin to tilt his head up, “Let me see those champagne eyes, sweetheart, I’ve missed them.”
Gabriel was fond of her accent. There was nothing more endearing than a Greek goddess with a southern twang about her. It made for an interesting mix of now and then that he enjoyed greatly. The archangel was forever fond of people who had character and human inconsistencies. Not that it was really an inconsistency so much as it was a surprising delight.
Even if she was right about having dodged a bullet (which, clearly, she wasn't), Gabriel did find himself occasionally pouty. It wasn't that he was the marrying type, or even particularly much of a monogamist but there was a lot to be said about the person that actually had him caring to come back. And okay, yeah, that prayer did things to his stomach and his dick both. It was unfair, but probably should have been expected from the goddess of love. At least his track record here matched with that of the ones in his dreams. Apparently he just liked pagan goddesses. Maybe it was a thing.
"Flattery," he said playfully before biting into a strawberry. Mess wasn't much of a concern for an archangel, and so he worried not for a second about any errant juice. It could all be gone with a thought. Or a tongue. Either or.
Grinning, he licked chocolate from his lips and traced lines and shapes up her knee and thigh with a feather light touch, tilting his head back high to look her in the eye. Gabriel wasn't at all unused to being short. "As if you couldn't get anywhere you wanted anyway, Beautiful."
“Should I be terrible and claim that it’s all you? That you inspired such an ache that I use every true and sweet word I know to damn you with faint praise? That the most delightful of the archangels sets my poor little heart to fluttering when I lie awake alone in my bed or worse when I am being tended to by the loveliest and most eager of creatures. The looks on their faces when they know I am not seeing explosions of lust and love behind my eyelids when they touch me but your great golden wings is quite heartbreaking. Would you believe me at all? Or maybe just enough so that we can keep each other entertained for a while? It’s true I can get where I want without words dripping in honey,” she put the tray down on the nearest end table and moved to sit in his lap, an arm coming to rest on his shoulder as her fingers brushed through his hair. “But I think they’re fun, and you obviously did too.”
She had looked up catholic prayers to Gabriel online, she had grown up Protestant so wasn’t familiar with praying to angels. None of them suited her though, too dull, too reverent, too clean, eventually she simply decided to follow the pattern of other prayers only use her own words and praises. She was pretty sure it was sacrilegious, but she wasn’t bothered, it wasn’t exactly her God to be worrying about punishment from anymore.
“I’ll admit though,” she paused a moment, spotting a bit of chocolate on his lips he missed, bringing her thumb up to wipe it away then pop the pad of said thumb into her mouth then removing it tantalizingly slowly. “I have missed you.”
There was little Gabriel liked more than a combination of sacrilege and pretty words that weren't covered in bullshit. They knew what this was -- moreso, 'Dite knew exactly what she was capable of the same as Gabriel knew what he could do. It was fun, and they could let it be fun. That was what really mattered. Anything more, he wouldn't put his mind to currently.
And, fuck, whatever. Gabriel might have been one of God's most terrifying weapons, but no dude should ever turn down Valentine's day plans with Aphrodite. It was against the bible or something.
"You too, you know. I'd've come around sooner," he said, easily skipping past all the rest with only a mischievous expression, because, again, his way with words wasn't nearly as refined. "But around this time of year, I'm a one stop shop in the business of love, myself." It mighta been lame to blame work, but considering it was the only thing that Gabriel took seriously or had pride in, it actually meant something.
"Those sex chocolates weren't makin' themselves." Okay, maybe pride was the wrong word. No matter.
Despite his smaller stature, it was only easy to rearrange 'Dite a little, pull her in a little closer and relish in how laughable his suit coat, jeans and t-shirt combo was in comparison to her slinky robe and jingling bells.
"But you could have rang," he went on, stealing up her hand in order to lick at her thumb, like they were just taking turns. "It just so happens I know how to make more time." In ways that had nothing to do with schedule rearranging and everything to do with angelic liberties and the actual creation of time. Pocket universes were impressive and sexy! Also one of Gabriel's specialties.
“Mmm, you’ll have to teach me that trick.” She probably should have been keeping better track of all the powers that had suddenly started coming to her, but she was too enthralled with playing with them to devote any time to study or consideration. She wasn’t as powerful as her dream self but he sensed that would be rectified in time, and was happy enough playing with what she had already.
Tilting her head she pressed slow kisses along the line of his jaw, speaking softly between each touch of her lips to his skin, eventually stopping when she reached the skin just below his ear. “But I’ve been busy too. Lots of pagans or wiccans or whatever you want to call them trying to invoke me. And to be fair I’ve been spending most of my time trying out my new abilities. I even popped over to visit Sherlock Holmes. Took him to London, opened a vein for him, wore my sexiest little red dress. Barely looked at me and all he could say that he had to speak to John Watson right away, if I didn’t didn’t ship them so hard I might have been insulted.”
One of her hands slipped under his suit coat and ran slowly down his chest, “Fuck him. He’s brilliant and tall, sure, but he doesn’t have eyes like south sea pearls or such sweet dimples that make me want to purr. And I do hope you like me as I am and not as Dr Watson.” Returning her lips to him she kissed her way slowly and deliberately down his neck.
If she was anything like Gabe as far as power went, there was less keeping track of what he could do and more keeping a small list of what it was he couldn't. And so far the list was ridiculously short. Hey, Gabriel wasn't one of God's most terrifying and destructive weapons for nothing.
If it was weird to be talking about other people and their possible relationships during make outs, Gabriel certainly didn't let on to it -- instead, he delighted in the conversation just as much as he did each little press of her lips. "Beautiful," he murmured, thumbs tracing the curve of her waist, teeth just shy of biting against the slope of neck to shoulder, "you're absolutely perfect, better than any Watson, but nothing would make those two less interested in one another." He sniffed a little, haughty with ego. "Anyway, good. His loss, my gain." Not that it was a competition, of course.
There was hardly anything more Dite liked than praise. It was more than just an enjoyment of hearing nice things, it was almost a need. In Ancient Greece or growing up in pageants, she was compelled to seek out attention and affection and approval. In her dreams it had led her to take part in starting a war and destroying those that denied her rights to it, in the real world it caused her to make a lot of bad decisions, particularly where men were concerned. But Gabriel was far from a mistake, in fact she was pretty sure praying to him had been the best idea she’d had in a very long time.
She pulled her lips away, sitting back and lifting a hand to his cheek to make him turn those gorgeous eyes back to her again. Her own bright light blue eyes were lit up with adoration that matched her beaming smile. Indeed, summoning Gabriel was the absolute best of ideas, she would have to do it more often if he was going to tell her sweet things like that. “More likely my gain.”
Her fingers moved into his hair again, playing at the back of his neck as she pulled him forward, getting his lips exactly where she wanted them so she could claim them. They tasted even sweeter than they looked and she let out a very pleased little hum, happy that he was still just as delectable as the last time she tasted him. There was nothing for it, she was just going to have to devour every tasty little inch him.
Gabriel wasn't without his fair share of ego (exactly the opposite, really), but he'd always separated ego from narcissism. While he'd never thought himself bad looking, he knew he wasn't exactly top prize, either. He was short, a bit on the average side really, definitely not the looker of the family (though to his credit, Gabriel had inherited all the social skills, it was probably fair that Cas got the looks because he didn't have much else going for him, poor guy).
A lot of charming went a long way with plenty of people, but there was still something a little shocking about the fact that he was totally freaking having occasionally regular sexy sessions with a supermodel turned goddess. These days he could put on any face he wanted, and that he didn't feel the need to be anyone but himself was a scratch to the part of his pride he rarely reached all on his own.
So, basically, 'Dite was awesome. The least he could do in return was make sure that he tasted a little bit like jolly ranchers and something far more holy.
"Little of both," he said -- flippant, like he was agreeing to disagree even as he gave a sneaky look downward before working at the little tie of her robe with nimble fingers.
Dite likely would have argued his estimation of himself had she known. She didn’t mess about with anyone who wasn’t beautiful. As the goddess of beauty she tended to think she had the best opinion on the subject, and while in her dreams she had discarded a husband and an infant son because they didn’t meet her standards of beauty, she liked to think she was better about it now. Still, she did have standards. Charm went a very, very long way with her, but there had to be more than that and Gabriel had it. She thought he was beautiful.
The fact that he was willing to play and flatter her and send her chocolates just made him all the more beautiful in her eyes.
She nipped at his lower lip as he untied her robe, playfully but not genuinely trying to distract him. The knot was easy, all he would have to do was lightly tug and it would come open, exposing the fact that she was wearing only a tiny pair panties. When it was undone she easily slipped it from her shoulders, letting it and her barefoot belled sandals disappear before she wrapped her arms back around his neck and leaned back pulling him along with her.
Just as they were about to fall to the floor they landed on a very plush and luxuriously decorated bed, very much not the one that he had already seen upstairs. No they were suddenly some place new.
The view out the windows of the gilded and likely ridiculously expensive hotel suite likely gave away where they were. Not that she would have blamed him for not looking out the open balcony to see the beauty of Venice and its canals all lit up at night, not when she was very nearly naked beneath him.
Luckily for everyone involved Gabriel didn't need to look up to know where they were. Angel perks were many, and understanding location, space and time were things that were definitely included in the upgrade package.
He laughed, delighted and too amused even as he leaned up just enough to at least lose his blazer to a mess of wrinkles on the too-expensive floor. He had some catching up to do, after all. 'Dite was prettier though, so his rush was less. "You're stealing my thunder," he informed, and it was absolutely no kind of chiding at all, because even Gabe couldn't possibly chide a woman while cupping her breasts and leaning down to tease teeth and lips against her nipples. "But I suppose you would know how to romance better than most. I'm touched. You've woo-ed me."
“Oh, my dear sweet angel, the things I’ve learned how to do-” she gasped, her back arched under his touch, wordlessly begging for more as a soft moan escaped from low in her throat. Her teeth scraped against her bottom lip as she thought over an idea that suddenly occurred to her. Gabe was special, and not just because she adored him and his beautiful wings, he could understand the sort of power she had, wouldn’t be put off when she flexed those muscles. The archangel might be the only person she knew that got a kick out of his abilities as much as she got out of hers. He really was wonderful and she was going to have to seriously consider keeping him for a while.
“Mmm, have I already? Was it that easy?” She raked the fingers of one hand through his hair, marvelling a little at how silky and perfect it always was. The other hand moved over his back, as if her fingers were learning the texture and make of his tee shirt before it began to fade away, eventually disappearing altogether then reappearing on the floor next to his blazer. It was a nice shirt, but she much prefered his bare skin. “Does that mean I can stop trying so hard to impress you?”
The angel wasn't going to complain about bare skin either, especially when he knew how much better and more impressive three sets of golden wings looked next to his slight tan and freckles. So he spread 'em out. It was a little like preening, but Gabriel wasn't exactly the type to shy away from being pleased with himself or others.
"I'm easy," he teased between little nibbles and kisses. Aphrodite need not beg for anything - he'd give it freely because what world was worth the effort if not for an abundance of sex and chocolate? And chocolate, really, was only part of the foreplay.
He tilted his head back a little to encourage more scritches, because no man or angel could resist something like that. "Trying to impress me? Are you telling me this doesn't just come naturally to you?" Gabe snickered, tracing his fingers over the curve of her waist.
“Alright, maybe it does, but I like you thinking that I think you’re worth trying to impress.” she answered honestly. Sure, she had enough guile to lie while being loved on by an archangel but that didn’t mean she needed to. Though really, if he hadn’t realized how fond of him she was after all the times they were together he hadn’t been paying attention.
And then there were those wings. Dite was mad for them, always wanted to touch them and be wrapped up in them. Gold was very much her color. She delighted in seeing the great golden wings now, the hand that caused his shirt to vanish off him now running over and through the feathers in a way she remembered him liking. It was similar to the way her nails were lightly scratching his scalp and soon enough there was the feeling of other hands all over his wings, even beyond her reach, doing the same thing. Sometimes there really were benefits to being a goddess, the biggest one seemed to her to no longer worry about the restrictions of reach and certain positions.
She was able to steal a few hungry kisses when he tilted his head back, hips shifting under him until she was able to wrap her long legs around him just below his last pair of wings. It was nothing for her to make the rest of their respective articles of clothing disappear like she had done with his shirt, it all joining his things already on the floor. “You’re so beautiful, Gabriel.” she practically purred against his lips.
It was almost pathetic how all the wing fondling and near-scritching drove Gabriel into a little mess of happiness. If he thought it would be anywhere near appropriate at all, he would have literally melted a little bit over it. For now though, he just moaned happily and nuzzled his cheek into the curve of her neck. Not amazingly sexy, but it was honest and endearing, anyway.
The multi hand thing was awesome - and only reminded him that he had a trick like that too. Multiples. That particular trick would be for later. Gabe was pretty positive 'Dite would appreciate the hell out of it.
"Mm," he said, forgetting his words for a moment but returning each kiss with a level of attentiveness and energy that was purely Gabriel. He shifted a little, hitching her legs up a bit higher and rolled his hips against hers. "I like you too," he said, taking each compliment gracefully and turning it back around like that was just how things were meant to be done.
And then, because graceful was fun, but not his natural state, he grinned against her lips, nibbled at her bottom lip. "I'd really like to have sex with you." Because sometimes he couldn't get over the fact that he possibly had the mentality of someone half his age (so, either a twenty something, or a millennia something, considering). He didn't think Angel would mind so much. After all, if you didn't expect some level of immaturity, you didn't agree to go swimming in sprinkle filled swimming pools.
That was absolutely perfect and she couldn’t help but giggle at his statement. She knew he wasn’t some serious pick up-artist type that always had to be suave and perfect and humorless. Gabe was better. He made her laugh and smile and she always had the best time with him no matter what they did. Graceful was nice but she liked him best in his natural state, it made it easier for her to be in hers.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing here?” she asked with a smile then nipped back at his lips in a playful little game of tit for tat. Not that she wasn’t fully aware of what he wanted, of course, with the way his hips had rolled and pressed against her she could feel every inch of him against her. “Because I don’t ever remember anything being this nice. I mean, I know I’m not doing my taxes right now. This feels an awful lot like sex, but I’ve been wrong before.”
Her actual hand left his wings but the invisible ones continued to touch and caress and adore all six. The hand briefly joined its mate in his hair before slipping down over his shoulder then his side and somehow managed to slide between them, taking him in her hand. She was gentle with him, her fingers ran up and down him so light it was almost teasing. She turned her head and pressed a kiss to his ear, “Then take me, Gabriel, I want you.”
"I'm pretty sure you weren't doing it wrong before now," Gabriel reassured, before sucking in a breath of air that was all kinds of interested and overwhelmed at the same time (a special talent of his). It didn't matter how much of a holy creature he was at that point - how devastating and terrifying he could be, because his brain took a little vacation while his hips took over.
Dite's hand was kind of magical all on his own, but they could both do better. If he could manage braining enough for it. The difficulties and hardships of life: they were many.
Gabe turned his head, stealing another kiss - deep to the point of possibly dizzying - before shifting some, rolling Dite with him until she was on top. "I'm not lazy," he promised sweetly. "I just like this angle." A lot.
“I would say considerate.” she murmured against his lips before pushing herself up, hands moving to the bed at either side of his shoulders for balance until she was able to properly straddle his hips. She couldn’t blame him for liking that angle, she liked it too, though likely for different reasons. She liked that he liked it for the reasons he did, it fed into her vanity and she was happy to make him happy. She made him happy, he made her happy, they were really just a big ball of happy sexual energy wrapped up in supernatural power.
She ran her hands down his chest and stomach, invisible hands breaking away to busy themselves with feeling him. They ran through his hair, caressed their way up and down his arms, drew imaginary patterns on his inner thighs, took hold of his cock and stroked him in a way that made up for her light touches before. Invisible lips joined in as she got up fully on her knees again, kissing at his lips and neck, nipping at his earlobes with invisible teeth, running invisible tongues over his nipples. And instead of maneuvering herself to the right position to take advantage of all she was doing to him, she backed up.
He was already being stroked by invisible hands but she didn’t feel like that was enough. Running her real tongue over her real lips she glanced up to his face, giving him a look like she might devour him. That was just what she did, lowering herself down, worshiping his skin with a few kisses before taking him fully in her real mouth. She let out a low hum and moved her tongue over him in time with the intangible hand still working him.
"Jesus Christ," Gabriel wasn't the type to mutter, but he did it now. And then, after a moment of what was probably just really lame wide eyed wonder and really super enjoying himself, he decided that his words hadn't been nearly smooth enough. "Was a really swell dude," he tacked on.
Yeah. So much better now.
Then again, how much did you have to further impress a lady who was already praying at the only altar that really mattered?
"You," he said, based, pleased and distracted, "are -- words." Yeah there was no helping it. He scooted a little, snapping his fingers before resting on his elbows. To watch. For watching. Yes. It was being considerate.
And if there were suddenly two more of him even though he'd thought he was going to wait to return that favor -- well. Who could blame him? He couldn't not put work into this. Anyway, he got something out of it too -- anything they did he was technically doing too. And there was a lot of touching to be doing.
“Mm!” She had to pull away, she absolutely had to because giggling at something he said while she had her lips wrapped around his cock was extremely undignified. Aphrodite was extremely dignified, right down to her very, very occasional snort when she laughed. Thankfully she didn’t snort in the laughter that came now but she did cover her eyes and turn her head away in time to feel the weight on the bed shift a little.
“You can’t do that,” she moved her hand away, not surprised to find another Gabe next to her and to feel another at the other side but was completely thrilled that there were suddenly two more of him. She got back up on her knees and wrapped an arm around one of the Gabriel’s neck, beaming at that one in particular, “You can’t make me laugh during this, you just can’t. It’s not fair at all.”
Then again those invisible hands and lips and tongue on him were still going, they had slowed yes but she was still using them.
She kissed this other Gabe, biting at his lower lip when she pulled away and reached out for the other with her other arm. She used him for balance and returned her attention to the real Gabe, sliding her real fingers over his erection to help guide him as she lowered herself onto him, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. She could get used to having him around, she really, really could. “If you make me laugh now I’ll smite you.”
Gabriel only scoffed at that, eyebrows dipping down for a moment - in slight rebuke. The only thing that might have made it even remotely serious was the fact that she got it in three. "Sex," he said, breathless even as his fingers brushed against the curves of her waist, guided her further down and then rolled his hips in some form of vague and really sexy punctuation, "isn't good until it's funny."
Things could be sexy and funny at the same time: it was really more about finding the perfect balance of comfort (the one that didn't result in sweatpants, thanks). Luckily, Gabriel was the man for that job. He licked his lower lip, watched his other selves kiss and bite a trail down the curves of Dite's neck.
"Anyway, I'm not nearly as fun dead." Not that he'd tested it or anything, but still.
“Mhmm, no. No, killing you is a very, very bad idea.” she moaned in agreement. He made perfect sense. Keep him alive and touching her and bringing her chocolate she swore made her toes curl and looking at her that made her heart do flip-flops in her chest. Yes, she could really get behind that idea, and she punctuated her own agreement with a slow, circular roll of her hips.
She wasn’t at all shy though and was happy to direct the two other Gabriels to where she wanted their attention most. First she leaned back a little against them, finding that perfect angle that her rocking hips made him hit all the right spots inside her. With her back arched she brought one of their hands to her breasts as she tilted her head to kiss that one, while she left the other to keep kissing at her throat and directed one of his hands down to her clit, which caused her hips to jerk out of rhythm for a moment or two.
“Forget what I said,” she breathed against the lips of one of the Gabes, eyes eventually falling to the original below her. “You’re too damn perfect. I’m keeping you.”
There was little better than a woman who wasn't shy about saying or showing what she wanted, and Gabriel appreciated it like chubby kids appreciated cake (and he'd know! he used to be one, so there). Even the most skilled of people needed a little guidance now and then.
Being an archangel was really actually perfect when it came to sex. He could kiss, nibble and converse all at the same time. Even nigh omnipotent beings had to take a second to re-find pacing and rhythm sometimes though. "What?" he said, and he was pretty sure he was allowed to be useless while he was attempting to be excellent otherwise.
"Oh. Yes. You should. I can be pocket sized." What did that even mean? Christ on a goddamn cracker. It didn't matter. The point was, he'd stay. He punctuated it all with a sharper tilt of his hips, his teeth digging into his own bottom lip.
There was no ‘attempting’ about it. Gabriel was excellent. And perfect. And magnificent. And a thousand other adjectives that were refusing to spring to mind. Even a goddess with flirtation and flattery firmly within her purview couldn’t be expected to be on all the time, especially not when she was riding heaven’s most beautiful archangel and his duplicates were touching her in ways that would strike normal women dumb.
Her well-manicured, French tipped nails dug into the Gabes touching and kissing her, clinging to them as if she were afraid that she was going to jump out of her skin. Her hips had taken on a mind of their own, rolling and rocking almost desperately for more of his hitting all those perfect spots inside of her and the touch against against her clit that was already making her tremble. She was moaning out loudly, whatever words she tried to form beyond ‘oh’, ‘yes’ and ‘Gabriel’ either lost completely or never managed to leave her lips.
“Gabriel…” she managed as her head fell back and her eyes fluttered shut. It was a warning but also an invitation. She wanted him to come with her, something that would have been unlikely to happen were they not endowed with special abilities and control that was next to, if not godly.
That was kind of the thing about being a godly (or at least nigh omnipotent) being in the first place -- stamina for ages. It was both good and bad, depending. A match up of two people with similar qualities could only be a good thing though.
With a gasp-y laugh of a breath, Gabriel nodded -- but not before disappearing his other two selves (no need to share this fun) and rolling the both of them over so that he was on the top again. There was just something about being able to lean down and bury his face in the curve of her shoulder and hair that was impossible to resist. "Fuck," he muttered out, just as eloquently as never. But it didn't matter because riding out the elation and high of this was distracting enough where any words were clearly to be ignored anyway.
One hand raked through his hair, the other up his back as she couldn’t keep her hips from countering his even at the last as her legs wrapped around him. It was barely any time after that, likely because she was able to have more of him pressed against her bare skin, she felt herself hurdle over the edge. There were bright explosions of light behind her eyes as she trembled and tightened around him, crying out his name in pleasure as she held to him for dear life. In that haze of pleasure she couldn’t help but think the same thing again and again: sometimes it really was terrible that she was already married because this was something she would have been happy to have again and again with him.
“Oh Gabriel…” she breathed when she finally started to come down from that massive high, still clinging to him. Oddly a certain song she hadn’t heard in years came to her and she softly recited it as she kissed his temple and ran her hands over his back. “I can fly, but I want his wings. I can shine, even in the darkness, but I crave the light that he brings. Revel in the songs that he sings. My angel Gabriel.”
It was all little shakes and shudders for a moment, Gabriel pressing close and just huffing tiny breaths out against her shoulder and into her hair. It was rare that he was left speechless, but Angel seemed to manage that for him more often than not. More than just enthusiastic sex with anyone might.
"Jesus," he murmured out, reveling in her song and their mutual mess and basically just everything. He hadn't heard that song in a long time, hadn't given it much thought when he had heard it the first time. But now it was good. Perfect.
Gabriel kissed at Dite's neck and jawline in return, had to keep himself from laughing. "The things you do," he said, terribly fondly. They were unfair, almost. She had to go and give prayers directed to him and sing songs about. If Dite's aim was to ruin anyone and everyone else in comparison, she'd done it. He didn't mind so much.
She practically purred at his kisses, humming contentedly as her hands ran up and down the backs of his biceps. “Mm, the things I do? I’m still going to take the compliment, but just what is it that I do? If we’re talking about that fantastic thing that just happened, I do have have to remind you that it wasn’t a solo effort. In fact I remember being out numbered for a little while there.”
After a kiss to his forehead she gently nudged his cheek with her own, encouraging him to lift his head so she kiss those lips again. Dite was happy enough to linger under him, she had nothing else to do that evening and loved the weight of him on her, not to mention his attention. And really, what was time to beings like them? Largely unimportant outside whatever they chose to give attention to, and as long as he was willing to give her attention she was more than willing to give him all of her affection. “You’re gonna make me all attached if you keep being so sweet to me, lover.”
"I could live with that," Gabriel said, and it wasn't nearly as sly as he was attempting for it to be. But there was little to be done about it beyond return the affection that she was freely giving with more kissing. He was fond of kissing -- and while he wasn't usually the sort to care for cuddling in large amounts, he saw no problem with it here. Perhaps he was just a by-person-basis snuggler. Dite was just his person.