“I’m thankful none of those are /my/ emotions,” Summer said quietly. “The problem is, I’m not even sure what would change these peoples’ minds. Maybe a period where they have to experience the thing they want to forgive would help, or just … ” She shrugged again. “If nothing else, they should feel humiliated.”
The archangel went into deep thought, then suddenly a devilish smile curled upon his lips. “I think I could arrange for humiliation… such as unwanted immaculate conception in these men.”
Summer nearly shrieked with glee. “Oh, /yes/! That is /perfect/! Gabriel, I think I love you! /Please/ can I watch?” The rose dropped out of her hair, and she swooped it back up, spinning a gleeful little circle, clutching it to her mouth and laughing.
The trickster couldn’t help himself, he laughed heartily with her. “If you so desire, but it’s not too entertaining til ya hit the results.” Smiling warmly, genuinely even, Gabriel cocks his head and snaps his fingers. “And now, it’s done. The next nine months are going to be fanfreakingtastic.” Teleporting over to Summer, he steals a quick peck from her lips, then pulls back to see her reaction.
She stared back at Gabriel, eyes gone huge and round. “I th-thought you didn’t — I mean — um.” Summer cleared her throat. “Gabriel,” she started carefully, “if you don’t want me to ‘jump your bones’ that’s a funny way of going about it.”