The barrage of hugs was overwhelming. She had to take a moment to catch her breath, laughing. “Yes! Stay put!” She flung her arms around him, clinging.
He places a kiss on the redhead’s forehead. “I never wanted to leave in the first place…” he murmurs, holding her tightly.
Trying to climb him like a tree, Summer pushes up on her toes, reaching for Gabriel’s mouth. “We had /this/ discussion before you disappeared,” she reminds him.
“Excuse my manners, doll. I was a bit preoccupied – usually when I disappear like that, I come back to gravestones, not people. Thank fuck, you’re a person.” With that, he envelops her within his wings and kisses her full on the lips, happy relief spilling from him as he lightly sucks at her lower lip.
“Well, ye—mmph!” She wraps her arms around his neck, eyes closing, drowning in the sense of him. Okay, she’d get more information out of him later. In the meantime, she ignored the fact that he was an archangel and just enjoyed his warmth.
Deepening the kiss, long-ignored desires stir within the angel. Something about Summer and her seeming permanence brought out the heart he pretended not to have.
She needs to breathe. She’s trying desperately to hold on to the memory of his words at their last meeting,. She doesn’t want to use him; he’s unique and glorious, yes, but not to be treated as something to collect. She pulls back, breaking the kiss, still feeling the imprint of his mouth on hers. “Gabriel.”