My guardian angel
Note:Hi! First of all, I'm really sorry for taking so long. I had actually finished writing the entire story, but the next day I realized it hadn't been saved as a draft. I was pretty discouraged and needed some time before I could bring myself to write it all over again.I really hope you enjoy it. Also, there's a bit of sexual content near the end of the story. If you're not comfortable with that, feel free to skip that part... And lastly, English isn't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
Dust was flying through the air of the abandoned warehouse, thick enough to make breathing feel like swallowing sand. You brushed the sweat soaked strands of hair off your face, and let out a sharp breath born of exhausted patience, while bracing your strong, muscular hand against one of the rickety wooden tables.
In front of you lay a massive book, its pages thick and yellowed, its heavy leather cover sitting there like a corpse.
Your phone rang, you grabbed it and hit the speaker button immediately without lifting your eyes off the strange symbols.
"Bobby? Save me, this warehouse is full of filth and I've been standing in front of this damn book for an hour. Are you sure it's got a banishing spell for this thing?"
Bobby's rough, tired voice came through, mixed with the rustle of papers. "Yeah, girl, that book's got everything. Any Transylvanian or grayscript page should do the trick to banish demons at this level, just make sure you read the symbol clearly and don't—"
"Okay, that's all I need, thanks Bobby!"
"Wait! I didn't tell you the page num—"
You hung up on him without waiting for the rest. You didn't have time for chit chat, you were bleeding lightly from your arm, and your patience had run out completely. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, and rushed toward the book impatiently. You flipped through the pages aggressively until you stopped on a random page decorated with a strange golden symbol surrounded by Greek script.
"Whatever... let this shit be over."
You muttered in a sharp, serious voice, and read the words written under the symbol out loud, your eyes darting quickly between the lines.
Suddenly, the ground shook beneath your feet! The symbol lit up with a blinding golden light for a second,
something heavy crashed onto the hard floor with a muffled scream and an explicit curse.
You stepped back, and in a split second, you pulled the heavy knife from your belt, brandishing it immediately at the newcomer, the muscles in your arms fully tensed, your eyes blazing with anger.
On the ground lay a man... he was half naked, wearing pants not fully buttoned, his shirt hanging open off his shoulders, and on his lips, smudged remnants of lipstick.
The man sat up quickly, holding his head, cursing. "Shit! Shit and damn it! Where...?"
Then he turned to see the crumbling ceiling, the open page, and that huge, furious woman standing over him aiming a sharp knife straight at his forehead.
His eyes widened in shock, then his expression instantly shifted into a mocking, childish irritation, and he snapped
"Well that's rude! Absolutely rude!"
You narrowed your eyes and glared at him with a determined anger born of frustration.
"Who the hell are you really? And how did you get in here? Are you the demon I'm trying to banish? I swear I'll take your head off before you can blink!"
Gabriel quickly adjusted his shirt as he stood up, wiping the corner of his lips with exaggerated calm, but he took a cautious step back when he noticed your height and your strong build, which made the knife in your hand look like a toy.
"Me? A demon? One more insult like that and I'll carry you whole and toss you into the ocean!" he said, raising his hand playfully, then continued. "First off, I'm not a demon, muscle woman. Second, don't you see I was... quite busy with someone before you so rudely yanked me out of a hotel room?"
"I'm what?" You took a step forward, your gaze shooting sparks. "I cast a banishing spell! How the hell did I end up summoning some idiot straight out of a bathroom or a hotel room?"
Gabriel glanced at the book, then tilted his head and burst out laughing loudly. "A banishing spell? Oh sweetheart... you opened the direct summoning page for an archangel! You didn't banish anyone, you interrupted my night out!"
You blinked several times, but your expression didn't soften. "An archangel? Looking like this?"
Gabriel straightened his posture, fixing his collar with fake dignity. "I'm Gabriel. And what an ungrateful girl you are! People kneel and beg for years just to hear a whisper from me, and you're waving a knife in my face and screaming like I stole your meal!"
"Because you're wasting my time!" you shouted, out of patience, and slammed a dry punch into the wooden table beside you, making it shake instantly. "I've got a damn monster lurking outside, and I don't have time for angel riddles or their little whims!"
Gabriel looked at the table that had nearly cracked, then shot a quick glance at your flushed, angry face, your eyes full of frustration... there wasn't a shred of fear of an angel in you, not a shred of greed either, just overwhelming anger and a genuine desire to protect the place and finish the job.
He felt a strange pang in his chest. Curiosity.
How could an ordinary human, with a sharp tongue and muscles that intimidated men, manage to read his summoning spell? And how did she dare summon him in the first place without burning up?
Gabriel let out a sigh and wiped his hand over his face. "Alright, hot temper... since you've ruined my night, and since I can't just leave you to get yourself killed by this limited cleverness of yours..."
At that exact moment, the knife in your hand glowed with a faint golden light for one second before returning to normal, and some of the words in the book shifted, becoming a real, perfectly correct spell.
You looked at the knife, then at him in astonishment. "What did you do?"
Gabriel winked at you, a mocking smile spreading across his lips. "Fixed your little typo for you. The spell's ready, and that knife can now slice that creature clean in half without you getting dirty."
"I... didn't ask for your help!" you said with pride, gritting your teeth.
"I know, and that's what makes it fun!" he said, stepping back. "Next time you're reading a book... use your glasses, angry girl!"
But before you could finish your curse, Gabriel had vanished completely.
You stood alone in the warehouse, breathing fast, the knife in your hand shaking with tension. You cursed under your breath, but you grabbed the spell and headed out immediately to finish the fight.
And somewhere up in the sky, Gabriel stood on the edge of a building, holding a piece of candy that had suddenly appeared in his hand, looking down at the warehouse with a suspicious smile.
"A hot tempered woman, misreading books, and summoning an archangel just to threaten him with an ordinary knife?" He ate the candy and said in a tone full of curiosity. "This story needs a follow up."
Three weeks had passed since the warehouse incident, and the curses you'd hurled at Gabriel were still ringing in his ears every time he remembered your face flushed with anger.
He was supposed to go back to his normal life, hiding among the noise of humans and their appetites, far from the wars of heaven and the demons. But something about you, that strength that nearly burst the veins in your hands, and that blind pride, kept pulling him in like a magnet.
And so... he watched you.
He stood on a crumbling rooftop, leaning against the edge, his hazel eyes following what was happening in the dark alley below.
You were locked in a brutal fight against three vampires.
You moved with your intimidating height and build like a wall, you slammed a punch into a wall and cracked it, then hauled one of them by the collar and smashed his head into the ground hard enough to make the sound echo through the alley. But you were exhausted, blood ran from two deep cuts on your arm, and your heavy breathing showed in the cold air.
Gabriel muttered from above, sucking on a straw. "God... this woman doesn't fight, she grinds! But she's going to bleed out before she finishes the third one if she keeps this up."
Below, your silver knife snapped under a sudden blow, its handle flying off into the darkness.
"Fuck! Damn this cheap wood!" you shouted with pure fury, and tried to back away to leave the vampire, but he was already lunging for your exposed neck.
Gabriel snapped his fingers with annoyance. "Oh, please... not her neck."
In a split second, right as the vampire threw himself at you, his foot caught on a piece of brick that "suddenly appeared," hadn't been there a second before. He fell face first, right at your feet!
You didn't think twice, you raised your heavy boot and stomped on his head with everything you had, then finished him off with the broken knife you'd picked up.
You stood there, breathing fast, wiping the blood mixed with sweat off your forehead, and your eyes drifted down to a large rock.
You bent down and looked at it in disbelief. "How the hell did this get here?... Maybe I just didn't notice it."
Gabriel tilted his head, smiling mockingly from above. "Yeah, genius, you just didn't notice a rock the size of your own head."
The next day, you stood beside your beat up old car on the shoulder of the highway in the middle of the night. A demon family's pursuit truck was closing in from behind, its high beams blinding.
You were pounding the steering wheel with your furious fist. "Start, you damn piece of junk! Start now!"
A few meters away, Gabriel stood leaning against a tree, wearing sunglasses at midnight, eating a piece of cotton candy.
He watched the engine smoking, watched the truck closing in.
"If she dies now, I won't have anything left to entertain myself with..." he muttered to himself.
He snapped his fingers again.
Suddenly, the oncoming truck's lights cut out, its engine shook with an odd smoothness before all four of its tires flew into the air like fireworks, sending it swerving off and crashing into the ravine beside the road, without touching your car by even an inch!
At the same moment, your car's engine roared to life instantly, running with a smooth quiet purr you hadn't heard from it in years.
You blinked, glancing at the side mirror then at the engine. "What is this demonic luck today? Did someone pray for me or something?"
You slammed the wheel out of impatience and hit the gas, grinning hard. "Whoever you are... thanks, whoever you are."
Gabriel smiled a small, hidden smile, wiped the sugar off his hand, and said in a low voice. "No need to thank me, you can return the favor by cutting back on the cursing from now on."
Later that same night, you walked into a small, abandoned shop to bandage your wounds.
You sat on the cold concrete floor, your back against the wall. The muscles of your lips trembled with pain as you tried to dab what little disinfectant you had left onto the open wound on your side. You didn't complain, didn't cry, didn't ask anyone for help. You gritted through it, biting down on a piece of cloth so you wouldn't make a sound.
Gabriel was with the Winchesters when he heard your muffled groan through the distance, so he cut off mid sentence and vanished from in front of them to appear in a hidden corner and see what was wrong with you... just to freeze time and touch your forehead, trying to understand how you'd ended up in this state, already angry about it.
His irritated expression gradually shifted into something else... something warm, mixed with deep respect. He saw how you'd thrown yourself, hours earlier, in front of a small child possessed by an evil spirit, how you'd taken a hit to your ribs so that the danger wouldn't touch anyone but you.
He said to himself with rare seriousness. "Putting your life on the line for strangers who don't even know your name...? You really are insane."
Then he set time moving again.
He waited until your eyes fell shut for a few seconds from sheer exhaustion.
In the blink of an eye, he descended beside you slowly, without his wings making a single sound. His light, angelic hand reached out and set down on the small table beside you, a full bottle of medical disinfectant, fresh gauze rolls, and a hot sandwich with a can of cold soda.
And when your eyes suddenly snapped open at the smell of the food, you found no one there.
You looked around with anger and suspicion, pulling your knife out immediately. "Who's there? Show yourself!"
Only silence answered you.
Your eyes fell on the food and the clean supplies. Your brows knitted, and you touched the sandwich slowly to find it still warm.
You muttered in a low voice, trying to hide how moved you were behind your usual dry tone. "Who's this idiot that feeds you and disappears? Do I have a guardian shadow now or something?"
Right behind the wall, Gabriel stood there, hands in his pockets, a very warm smile spreading across his face.
He said in a light, mocking tone, whispering to the air. "A guardian shadow? No, sweetheart... a full powered angel, reduced to being your personal grocery bag carrier."
Then his smile widened as he felt that strange warmth in his chest, watching you smile and eat.
Three weeks had passed since the warehouse incident, and the curses you'd hurled at Gabriel were still ringing in his ears every time he remembered your face flushed with anger.
He was supposed to go back to his normal life, hiding among the noise of humans and their appetites, far from the wars of heaven and the demons. But something about you, that strength that nearly burst the veins in your hands, and that blind pride, kept pulling him in like a magnet.
And so... he watched you.
He stood on a crumbling rooftop, leaning against the edge, his hazel eyes following what was happening in the dark alley below.
You were locked in a brutal fight against three vampires.
You moved with your intimidating height and build like a wall, you slammed a punch into a wall and cracked it, then hauled one of them by the collar and smashed his head into the ground hard enough to make the sound echo through the alley. But you were exhausted, blood ran from two deep cuts on your arm, and your heavy breathing showed in the cold air.
Gabriel muttered from above, sucking on a straw. "God... this woman doesn't fight, she grinds! But she's going to bleed out before she finishes the third one if she keeps this up."
Below, your silver knife snapped under a sudden blow, its handle flying off into the darkness.
"Fuck! Damn this cheap wood!" you shouted with pure fury, and tried to back away to leave the vampire, but he was already lunging for your exposed neck.
Gabriel snapped his fingers with annoyance. "Oh, please... not her neck."
In a split second, right as the vampire threw himself at you, his foot caught on a piece of brick that "suddenly appeared," hadn't been there a second before. He fell face first, right at your feet!
You didn't think twice, you raised your heavy boot and stomped on his head with everything you had, then finished him off with the broken knife you'd picked up.
You stood there, breathing fast, wiping the blood mixed with sweat off your forehead, and your eyes drifted down to a large rock.
You bent down and looked at it in disbelief. "How the hell did this get here?... Maybe I just didn't notice it."
Gabriel tilted his head, smiling mockingly from above. "Yeah, genius, you just didn't notice a rock the size of your own head."
The next day, you stood beside your beat up old car on the shoulder of the highway in the middle of the night. A demon family's pursuit truck was closing in from behind, its high beams blinding.
You were pounding the steering wheel with your furious fist. "Start, you damn piece of junk! Start now!"
A few meters away, Gabriel stood leaning against a tree, wearing sunglasses at midnight, eating a piece of cotton candy.
He watched the engine smoking, watched the truck closing in.
"If she dies now, I won't have anything left to entertain myself with..." he muttered to himself.
He snapped his fingers again.
Suddenly, the oncoming truck's lights cut out, its engine shook with an odd smoothness before all four of its tires flew into the air like fireworks, sending it swerving off and crashing into the ravine beside the road, without touching your car by even an inch!
At the same moment, your car's engine roared to life instantly, running with a smooth quiet purr you hadn't heard from it in years.
You blinked, glancing at the side mirror then at the engine. "What is this demonic luck today? Did someone pray for me or something?"
You slammed the wheel out of impatience and hit the gas, grinning hard. "Whoever you are... thanks, whoever you are."
Gabriel smiled a small, hidden smile, wiped the sugar off his hand, and said in a low voice. "No need to thank me, you can return the favor by cutting back on the cursing from now on."
Later that same night, you walked into a small, abandoned shop to bandage your wounds.
You sat on the cold concrete floor, your back against the wall. The muscles of your lips trembled with pain as you tried to dab what little disinfectant you had left onto the open wound on your side. You didn't complain, didn't cry, didn't ask anyone for help. You gritted through it, biting down on a piece of cloth so you wouldn't make a sound.
Gabriel was with the Winchesters when he heard your muffled groan through the distance, so he cut off mid sentence and vanished from in front of them to appear in a hidden corner and see what was wrong with you... just to freeze time and touch your forehead, trying to understand how you'd ended up in this state, already angry about it.
His irritated expression gradually shifted into something else... something warm, mixed with deep respect. He saw how you'd thrown yourself, hours earlier, in front of a small child possessed by an evil spirit, how you'd taken a hit to your ribs so that the danger wouldn't touch anyone but you.
He said to himself with rare seriousness. "Putting your life on the line for strangers who don't even know your name...? You really are insane."
Then he set time moving again.
He waited until your eyes fell shut for a few seconds from sheer exhaustion.
In the blink of an eye, he descended beside you slowly, without his wings making a single sound. His light, angelic hand reached out and set down on the small table beside you, a full bottle of medical disinfectant, fresh gauze rolls, and a hot sandwich with a can of cold soda.
And when your eyes suddenly snapped open at the smell of the food, you found no one there.
You looked around with anger and suspicion, pulling your knife out immediately. "Who's there? Show yourself!"
Only silence answered you.
Your eyes fell on the food and the clean supplies. Your brows knitted, and you touched the sandwich slowly to find it still warm.
You muttered in a low voice, trying to hide how moved you were behind your usual dry tone. "Who's this idiot that feeds you and disappears? Do I have a guardian shadow now or something?"
Right behind the wall, Gabriel stood there, hands in his pockets, a very warm smile spreading across his face.
He said in a light, mocking tone, whispering to the air. "A guardian shadow? No, sweetheart... a full powered angel, reduced to being your personal grocery bag carrier."
Then his smile widened as he felt that strange warmth in his chest, watching you smile and eat.
The thunderstorm was pounding away outside while you were inside the warehouse.
You settled onto your rough knees over the cracked concrete floor, your exhausted breath coming out like smoke in the bitter cold. Blood dripped from your left eyebrow, covering your eyelid, and in your hand was a knife you didn't know had managed to cut down demons, and you'd been grateful for it, but not now.
In front of you stood a high ranking demon, smiling at you in a way that made your skin crawl.
"I think this is the end..."
You lifted your head with a defiant motion, wiped the blood off your face with the back of your dirt smeared hand, and said in a tense tone full of defiance. "I'm still breathing, you bastard." You stood up. You lunged at him with your knife.
But this time, the fight wasn't even. With one touch of the demon's fiery hand, your knife flew through the air and shattered into fragments against the wall. Then he struck your chest with his heavy palm, sending you flying several meters to crash into some crumbling iron beams.
You fell to the ground, coughing sharply, feeling a sharp pain in your ribs. You tried to get up, but your exhausted body betrayed you for the first time.
The demon walked toward you with slow, savoring steps, raising his blade to finish you off directly. "See you in hell..."
In that exact moment, when you realized death was just an inch away from you, all you did was close your eyes and clench your teeth in overwhelming anger because you were going to fall right here.
A massive burst of blinding white light struck through the entire warehouse!
The ground shook like an earthquake, and a deafening thunderous roar rang out. The light was so bright it looked as though morning had arrived for a single instant!
The demon let out a terrifying scream of pain, stumbling back, trying to vanish, but sigils appeared right where he stood. "Th... this... no! Impossible!" Then he lifted his eyes, and it was Gabriel.
You opened your eyes very slowly, to see him.
Standing between you and the demon... a man.
But he looked different here.
The man turned slowly and raised his hand. He snapped his fingers coldly.
In that instant, the demon burst into flames from the inside completely, light tore through his eyes, and he died.
Silence fell over the place...
You stared in absolute disbelief at the man's back, his hand resting casually in his pocket.
He turned toward you slowly.
It was him... with that same mocking smile, those same hazel eyes forever laced with sarcasm, but there was no trace of lipstick or disheveled appearance now, you wouldn't admit that his image had been stuck in your head, that you'd been thinking about him in secret...
"You..." you muttered in a low voice, a tone mixing shocked disbelief with your usual anger. "You're that idiot from the warehouse! The archangel!"
Gabriel stepped toward you with calm strides, leaning down to your level, your face covered in wounds, tilting his head with a smile both warm and mocking at once
"An idiot? After everything I've done for you, you're still calling me an idiot? What a hard hearted woman you are!"
You narrowed your eyes, trying to press against your wound and get up. "What are you doing here? And how... how did you kill that thing with a snap of your fingers? Were you following me?"
Then you remembered again that he was an angel. His appearance was too simple, it didn't help.
Gabriel smiled a wide smile, extending his hand to help you up, but you ignored it and stood on your own, groaning lightly from the pain in your ribs.
Gabriel laughed in a low voice and wiped his hands. "Following you? Oh sweetheart... I wasn't just following you. I've been here this whole past three weeks."
You blinked several times, looking at him with suspicion. "What do you mean?"
He stepped closer to you, his usual playful tone turning warmer and more serious, looking straight into your eyes
"The car that started running like a miracle? The truck whose tires flew off? The weapons that kept appearing under your feet right when you were losing your nerve? The hot sandwich and the disinfectant in the abandoned shop?"
He didn't want to say any of this outright, but he wanted some acknowledgment from you of his importance, or maybe a thank you, maybe a warm smile, anything!
Your eyes widened in shock, and the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place in your head instantly.
You stepped back and said in disbelief. "Oh...?"
Gabriel brought his face closer to yours, and winked with his charming smile.
"I wasn't just a coincidence, sweetheart... I was your personal guardian, even if it was an unpaid contract."
You stood there speechless, for the first time in your life. Your sharp tongue and your usual edge evaporated in front of his warm gaze, which didn't hide how impressed he was with you.
You wiped your face slowly, then looked at him with a faint growl, trying to cover up the blush on your face
"So... you were spying on me while I fought?"
Gabriel laughed loudly, and a warm food container and a fresh bandage suddenly appeared in his hand, and he said, offering them to you with dramatic flair
"Spying? Such an ugly word! Let's just say I was 'enjoying the show'... now, take this and hush, we've got plenty more demons to hunt down, until the Winchesters decide it's the apocalypse again..."
You looked at the food, then at his smiling face, and despite everything... you couldn't hide the small smile that spread at the corner of your lips as you took the container from him, which was exactly what Gabriel had wanted
In the months that followed, your life turned into a circus... but for some strange reason, you could no longer picture your day without him in it.
Gabriel no longer settled for protecting you secretly, he'd started showing up in your apartment at the most random hours. You'd go to the fridge at six in the morning to find his head stuck inside it, devouring ice cream, or you'd walk out of the bathroom in your workout clothes to find him sprawled on your couch, flipping through your magazines and smiling like he owned the place!
"Gabriel! I swear I'll rip your wings off and cook them if you don't get out of my apartment in the next second!"
You'd shout, out of patience, the muscles in your arms tensing as you hurled the nearest pillow or shoe at him.
And he'd chuckle with his mocking smile. "Oh, relax, honey! Your place is comfortable, and you actually love having me around, but your pride won't let you admit it!"
"I love you?" You exhaled sharply and glared at him. "I only put up with you because you clean up after your own mess of a self!"
But the truth of it? You'd smile in secret every time he vanished. Your heart had gotten used to him, used to his stupid way of making you laugh after a day soaked in blood and wounds.
On a rainy night, you came back to the apartment, your shoulder aching badly after a brutal fight. You sat down on the couch exhausted, gritting your teeth to bear the pain without making a sound.
Suddenly, Gabriel appeared beside you.
He wasn't joking this time. He looked at your exhausted face, at the blood stained gauze on your strong arm. He brought a warm cup and set it in front of you, then fetched fresh bandages and started dabbing at your wounds very slowly and carefully, as if handling rare glass rather than a woman who could split a wall with her own body, and he could have healed all your wounds with a snap of his finger, but he'd learned where his limits lay and not to do anything without being asked.
You looked at him in quiet astonishment, thrown off by this sudden gentleness.
Gabriel tilted his head, looking into your eyes with a warm tone free of any mockery. "You never rest, do you? You go out every night to take the hit for everyone else..."
You said in a dry tone, trying to cover up how his closeness unsettled you. "It's my job. No one else is going to do it."
He smiled helplessly as he applied the last bandage, and muttered in a low voice. "You're insane... and absolutely amazing."
He leaned in toward you very slowly. His warm breath brushed your face, his hazel eyes dropping to your lips with obvious hesitation. This was the moment... he'd been secretly drawn to you for weeks now, and now he was leaning in to kiss you.
But... in the moment there was nothing but an inch between you, he froze.
He suddenly pulled back, yanking his hands away as if he'd touched a burning coal! He sat at the edge of the couch, his eyes fixed on the floor with a shy, unsteady confusion that threw you off completely.
You blinked with frustration and suppressed anger, feeling a small lump form in your throat. "What's your problem? Backing out now?"
Gabriel smiled a faint, broken smile, rubbing the back of his neck helplessly. "I'm... sorry, sweetheart. My foot just slipped."
"Your foot slipped?" You narrowed your eyes and half stood up, gritting your teeth. "You lean in toward me then pull back and say your foot slipped? Talk like a man, what's stopping you?"
Gabriel laced his fingers together, feeling small in front of your height, your strong body, your firm personality. And for the first time, you saw him stripped of his angelic arrogance.
He said in a low voice, a calm tone carrying all his lack of confidence
"Because I was scared you'd throw a punch at me and reject me..."
You thought to yourself, well yes, you would have done that if it were anyone else.
He looked at you, gesturing at himself with sad mockery. "Look at the situation seriously! You're a tall woman, built with muscle, sharp tempered, and strong as a rock... you could level anyone. And me? I'm shorter than you, my personality is over the top and loud, and I spend all day acting like an idiot hiding from my brothers... I know how much you hate cowards..."
He genuinely believed he wasn't enough for you. He saw himself as small next to you, and a coward? Gabriel was a lot of things, but not a coward.
You sighed with sheer impatience and frustration at this angel's stupidity and his pitiful hesitation!
"You giant, damn idiot..." you muttered in a low voice.
Before Gabriel could understand what you meant, your hand shot out toward his coat collar.
You yanked him hard and hauled him toward you with all your strength!
And in a split second, you closed the distance between you and pressed your lips against his in a hot, powerful kiss, full of everything you'd been holding back, all the pent up hell of these past weeks!
Gabriel's eyes widened in a shock that paralyzed his senses for a second, then all his fear and hesitation dissolved like smoke. He surrendered completely, closing his eyes as his hands slowly rose to wrap around your neck, clinging to you as if he were melting entirely in your hands.
When you pulled back slightly to catch your breath, you were panting, your eyes gleaming with a sharp, gentle irritation as you looked at his reddened lips and his stunned face.
You gritted your teeth, a small, harsh smile spreading across your lips
"Next time you decide for yourself what I like and don't like... I'll land a real punch right in the middle of your face! Understood? I don't want some serious, boring guy lecturing me... I want you, exactly like this, with your mess and your madness!"
Gabriel blinked several times, processing your words, and the powerful kiss that had blown his mind away.
And suddenly... his familiar smile started spreading wider and wider until it filled his entire face, and all his doubts and fears vanished in a split second.
He rested his head helplessly on your broad, warm shoulder, letting out a light, surrendering laugh, then whispered close to your ear with joy
"As you wish, sweetheart... though since you're going to hit me every time I misbehave... will you reward me with a kiss if I behave well?"
You didn't answer with words; instead, you brought your strong hand down heavily to press boldly and firmly along his prominent length beneath the fabric of his pants.
Gabriel gasped aloud, his entire body trembling as he began to pant from the surprise of your warm, confident touch.
You leaned close to his ear and said in a low, husky voice dripping with authority:
"You'll get more than just a kiss... but right now, I can't release this energy because of my wounds. So... how about you give me a little show?"
Gabriel’s head was spinning fast, his hazel eyes widening in disbelief, not quite understanding at first what his lover was trying to say or where this audacity was taking him.
Before he could process it, you leaned over him again to kiss him, this time with a slower, deeper passion and possessiveness that made his hidden wings quiver. Then you whispered directly against his wet mouth:
"Take off your clothes... and milk yourself in front of me."
Gabriel froze in place for a few seconds, his hazel eyes wide with sparks of pure shock and arousal. The angel who had always played with the finest of beings found himself wanting to submit to you...
He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure and pull up his usual smirking smile to cover the flush that instantly rushed to his cheeks and ears. He moved to the opposite end of the couch, sitting where he could ensure you wouldn't miss a single detail.
"A show?" he muttered in a tone he tried to keep confident, though his voice came out raspy and muffled with excitement: "You really know how to tame an angel, my sweet..."
He began removing his elegant coat and shirt. His movements, usually so decisive and poised, were slightly slower this time, his fingers betraying a subtle tremble under your fiery, consuming gaze.
He pulled down his pants and underwear, exposing himself completely before you under the dim light of the room.
He was fully erect and rigid, aching for you. He sat on the edge of the sofa, legs spread wide under your strict eyes, yet he couldn't stop his gaze from darting toward the floor for a second before looking back at you, his lower lip trembling softly from intense shame and desire.
You looked at him with an annoyed gaze, your exhausted shoulders keeping you from moving, but your dominion over the room was absolute.
You leaned forward slightly, hand resting on your knee, commanding in a sharp tone slick with passion:
"Don't wait... start now. And I want to hear every breath you take."
Gabriel shuddered at the command in your voice, his long fingers wrapping around his burning shaft. He started moving slowly, up and down, his eyes never leaving yours.
He let out a hot exhale from his reddened lips and murmured in a low, raspy whisper:
"You're... you're so cruel, my sweet..."
You hardened your glare and said coldly:
"Faster... show me how you do it for me."
The last remnants of his fake confidence vanished, and Gabriel surrendered completely.
He sped up his pace, his hand gripping himself tighter, his steady breathing instantly turning into low moans and ragged gasps filling the room. He tilted his head back, reaching a point where he looked completely desperate and helpless. He squeezed his hazel eyes shut, trying to escape the disorientation of staring into your eyes while his hand moved fast and his body trembled on the edge of sheer ecstasy.
But you weren't about to give him that escape.
Your voice cut through, sharp and stern.
"Open your eyes and look at me..." you added in a breathy, breathtaking murmur: "And tell me... what are you feeling right now?"
His eyelids fluttered, opening slowly to meet your heavy gaze. His face was flushed red, his breath hitching with a delightful mix of embarrassment and intense tension under your command.
He swallowed hard and spoke in a raspy voice trembling with passion:
"I feel... like I'm losing my mind, my sweet. I feel like all my past centuries were nothing... compared to a single look from you while you control me like this."
The rhythm of his hand grew wild, his body tensing as he approached his climax. But just a second before he could reach it, you barked your order:
"Stop! Let go of your dick now."
Gabriel froze in place, snapping his hand away instantly as if his fingers had been burned, his hazel eyes widening in utter shock and despair. He was throbbing on the verge of exploding, his body begging for a touch, and being denied at this exact moment was agonizing.
He released a hot breath and let his head drop forward, his body shaking from the intense, trapped desire. He looked at you with eyes full of desperate pleading, casting aside all pride.
"Please..." he whispered, his voice begging, filled with need and warmth: "Please let me heal your wounds now... let me heal your shoulder and arm with a single touch, just so you can touch me! I want to feel your strong hand on me... I want to kiss you until I run out of breath!"
He was begging for nothing more than to be close to you, to touch you, and to melt in your hands.
You tilted your head with a cold, dreamlike smile, your eyes consuming the sight of him burning with desperate longing before you.
You leaned forward with a cold, dazed smile, your eyes consuming the sight of him burning with desperation and surrender under your power.
"Fine..." you said in a low, wet whisper of passion: "Do it."
Gabriel didn't wait for a single second! He raised his trembling hand and snapped his fingers with a soft *click*.
Instantly, a wave of soothing warmth washed through your entire body; the pain in your shoulder vanished completely, and the wounds and scratches disappeared as if they had never existed, restoring your full strength and muscular power back to peak condition!
Before he could even process that you were fully healed, you lunged at him with blinding speed, pinning him completely beneath you on the sofa!
You settled over him with your powerful frame and imposing height, closing the distance with a hungry, hot, and punishing kiss that blew away what little was left of his mind. You brought your heavy, strong hand down to grip his throbbing length with tight, thrilling intensity, forcing Gabriel to let out a muffled gasp as he writhed beneath you, panting wildly and clinging to your shoulders with all his strength.
He wanted to speak... he parted his lips between the relentless kisses, gasping raspily: "T-Take off your clothes, my sweet... let me pleasure you too..."
But his words evaporated into thin air! The skillful, harsh movements of your hand and your fierce, merciless kisses robbed him of any ability to think or take control. He was panting, whimpering softly in deep need and delirium, his head tilting all the way back under your absolute control.
After five minutes of delicious cruelty and total dominance... his entire body tensed beneath you! He released a hot exhale and a prolonged moan as he came violently, trembling completely in your hands.
When you pulled back slightly to catch your breath, you looked down at his flushed, dazed face with a smirk and a look of pride at what you saw.
Gabriel grew flustered under that look, saying in a raspy, broken voice as he tried to cover his overwhelming shyness: "L-Let me return the favor... lie down and I'll..."
He reached out a trembling hand to touch you, but you gently stopped his hand, reassuring him with a warm tone free of any anger:
"I'm fine tonight... I don't want anything other than you right beside me."
Gabriel froze, his hand hovering in the air.
He looked into your eyes with pure clarity, feeling a warm lump in his throat as if his hazel eyes were about to tear up from sheer joy and relief. It wasn't just physical desire; it was a genuine longing for *him*.
He broke into a wide smile that lit up his whole face, and with a second, quiet snap of his fingers, the entire space was instantly cleaned of any mess. Within a second, warm blankets wrapped around the two of you, and beside you appeared boxes of warm French fries, popcorn, sweets, and drinks.
He pulled the blanket tightly around your broad shoulders, resting his head playfully and comfortably against your chest, saying with his usual bright, mischievous joy:
