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It takes her a moment to parse his question coherently. “Not very much? Just the usual sort of thing, nothing that sticks out in my mind … Thanos kidnaped me, there’s been natural disasters to help at … ” She shrugs, dismissively. “Nothing we can’t handle.”

One hand catches at the neck of his shirt, pulling him a little closer. “What about you?” she murmurs. “Where’ve you been?”

Swallowing hard at her touch, his eyes darken and no longer match his ever-present crooked smile. “Another dimension, it was decidedly… not awesome. You ever read any Lovecraft, hun?” He shut down his memory as quick as he could, but not quick enough — a montage of nameless gibbering mounds of flesh and mouths, human visages rigor frozen in nameless screams, barbed tentacles, and things that should never have been flashed through his head, and he couldn’t help but shudder. Too real. Too wrong. Too close to being devoured by Ithaqua, to falling into the clutches of the King in Yellow.

“I know better,” she soothes. She lets him go to slide both arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “Shhhh. You’re safe now.” She shies back from looking too deeply, but she’s always done that with him. There’s too much history, and way too much depth of feeling, for her to be able to look into him for long. She presses a kiss to his ear and another to his throat. “Don’t think about it,” she murmurs. “Think about me.”

The shift in his demeanor is palpable. To kiss his neck is to bring out his obedient submissive side, the one he learned to hide from all but his most trusted people; tell him to think of her, all her curves and swerves and flame bright hair — it makes his skin warm, glowing to the touch as his heart throbs and his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering. His hands slip forward to cup her face, tilting it up to meet lips that feed at her mouth like a dying man. He drowns in her, and drowns her in his golden, sparking grace prickling over shared skin.

She can’t breathe under his kiss, but she doesn’t need to, not the way he’s holding her. Not the way his angelic power is wrapping her, sliding under her skin. She closes her eyes, not against his brightness, but simply in pure ecstasy. It feels like he’s arousing every nerve in her whole body at once, and she wants to shiver out of her skin with the pleasure of it. She makes needy, encouraging sounds, kissing him back and clinging to him.

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“I’m not,” she started, broke off, dragged in a sharp breath. She tried again. “‘m not sure what you’re winning here?” She arched her neck, leaning back on the car. Another faint shiver racked her body.

“Your lips, I think.” He pulls back with a grin, his eyes sparkling with a happiness that hasn’t been there in ages. “So, what’d I miss?”

It takes her a moment to parse his question coherently. “Not very much? Just the usual sort of thing, nothing that sticks out in my mind … Thanos kidnaped me, there’s been natural disasters to help at … ” She shrugs, dismissively. “Nothing we can’t handle.”

One hand catches at the neck of his shirt, pulling him a little closer. “What about you?” she murmurs. “Where’ve you been?”

Swallowing hard at her touch, his eyes darken and no longer match his ever-present crooked smile. “Another dimension, it was decidedly… not awesome. You ever read any Lovecraft, hun?” He shut down his memory as quick as he could, but not quick enough — a montage of nameless gibbering mounds of flesh and mouths, human visages rigor frozen in nameless screams, barbed tentacles, and things that should never have been flashed through his head, and he couldn’t help but shudder. Too real. Too wrong. Too close to being devoured by Ithaqua, to falling into the clutches of the King in Yellow.

“I know better,” she soothes. She lets him go to slide both arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “Shhhh. You’re safe now.” She shies back from looking too deeply, but she’s always done that with him. There’s too much history, and way too much depth of feeling, for her to be able to look into him for long. She presses a kiss to his ear and another to his throat. “Don’t think about it,” she murmurs. “Think about me.”

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“Fair fights just indicate poor planning.” He smirks, tangling fingers in her hair to tug just past gently. “I merely play to win, doll.” Golden shards of lightning play in his irises, but he tames them, straddling the line between human and divine with false ease. Sighing, he licks the hollow of her jawline before moving lower to bite and suck at that lovely place where collarbone meets neck.

“I’m not,” she started, broke off, dragged in a sharp breath. She tried again. “‘m not sure what you’re winning here?” She arched her neck, leaning back on the car. Another faint shiver racked her body.

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“I’d tell you it wasn’t intentional, but you’d never buy it.” Winking, he continued. “But, since we’re alone…”

Old desires unfurled in his stomach, and his lips crashed into hers again, this time more hungry than playful. The archangel’s grace flared like sunlight, and he drank her down like fine wine, his energies touching her in private places that his hands dared not invade without a blessing.

She shuddered under his touch, physical and angelic, and linked her arms around his neck. It felt like her bones went liquid, and she melted against him. If anything, this kiss was far more overwhelming than the first, and she didn’t even try to match him — she just ecstatically submitted. “That’s cheating,” she managed roughly.

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The archangel grins wolfishly, reveling in how little has changed as he dives down for a quick nip at her neck — leaving a tiny heart shaped hickey. “Yes, monsters, dead ones, no longer important — now, there’s just me and you…and the lovely people I share you with.” He punctuated it with a peck on her cheek, smiling crookedly.

As usual, she couldn’t stop herself laughing at him. “They’re not here,” she pointed out, and slid away from him to put the gas nozzle back. “It’s just me, driving back to New York.” She patted the little car. “I’m impressed with your aim, darlin’, hitting the very gas station I happened to be at.”

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And so the shortest archangel fell out of another rift in reality, surprising everyone, including himself. Looking around, it was entirely too obvious he had landed in comtemporary America, in a disgusting gas station bathroom. Studying himself in the dusty mirror, he noticed a cut on his lip and a ring of bruises on his neck, near his shirt collar. Feeling a twinge, he looked down to find his left knee scraped and bleeding through ripped denim   Ripping the confederate flag off the wall with a roll of his tired, bloodshot eyes, Gabriel kicked the door open, off its hinges, and into the parking lot. No matter how long it had been, he was just about fucking done with today.

Stalking out into the evening, he muttered, “Daddamn Outsiders always think they’re so clever. Ia ia, Cthulhu, I got the last laugh… you lily livered fuckstick.” and kicked a rock.

She was just filling up, halfway through the return trip to New York. Tony had offered to fly her down, private jet, all the trimmings, but she’d put him off — she wanted to drive. It had been a nice trip, visiting with her extended family.

And then the door to the restroom exploded off its hinges and an extremely familiar voice swore quite a bit. The rock went past her nose.

“You know,” Summer said, a little acidly, leaning casually on the rear of her car, “I thought the ‘do not fear’ was supposed to be because you were so overwhelming to look at — not because of flynig bits of scenery.”