Guilty Excuses pt2
“… dear lord,” she breathed, wonder in her eyes, hands slightly shaking. She exhaled a laugh and pulled her hair behind one ear, “… literally. Huh…”
A smile spread on his face, more amused by the second: “Not usually, but I certainly can be. At least tonight?”
A shiver went down her back and she bit her lip. Enjoying his voice was forbidden. As was enjoying his company or closeness. And now. Not. Now he… was right in front of her.
Leaning towards the pillows and his face was easy, heady and made her feel dizzy with the reality of it until she stopped, not touching, looking more than sheepish: “Ah. May…. May I kiss you? I’m sorry, I did presume that-“
He grabbed her butt. And grinned.
Reflexively, her wings lifted straight up and she looked back at the contact. After a second of staring, wriggled under the hand.
“What do you think?” He said, nudging her closer.
She slowly lowered the feathery appendages, willingly going with him eyes closing and-
-putting a finger on his lips: “THAT this is no answer. ‘s what I think. Angel, remember, can’t do tha-“
“Yes,” he laughed and bridged the remaining distance.
‘Oh,’ she thought, eyes sliding shut. Her fingertips tingled. There was an abrupt, confusing ache in her belly. Smoke and musk and warmth came to her mind, catching up to the feeling of lips on hers, and her own were chapped and caught on his skin and her hand wandered into his hair and it was just as soft as it looked. Scraping over his scalp he was warm and so close and-
A tongue swiped at her lips, tickling, making er want to chase and she pressed him into the pillows and did part her lips to lick at his’ and taste ash of all things before it was warm and pleasant and she’d retract and concentrate on the warmth in her fingertips, the pressure of his lips and then pulled back, eyes somewhat bleary, when she felt a hand at her collar.
“Mnh?” Raphael looked down at the hand, from the corner of his eye, confused.
He flicked at the fabric, looking all too pleased: “You’re getting hotter by the minute, coats can go?”
“Mh. Yeah, sounds like a good-,” she said, getting distracted by a few hair strands not perfectly aligned and she did that. And she raised a hand to smooth it back and stopped, a moment before and searched for his eyes: “Ah. May I? Your hair is… it’s nice to touch and in disarray and-“
“I’d be disappointed if not, really,” he chuckled and nudged at the lab coat, nudging it off her shoulder.
The other arm was still raised, looking at him, still waiting.
He tilted his head towards her hand. And, after she still didn’t move, snorted: “Sure thing, angel. It’s part of the course”
His hair didn’t get less soft by her seeing it while touching. It was entirely healthy, too. Smelled like him and some hair wash, all clean and fluffy and-
“It’s stuck,”
And she looked at the situation and how he very carefully tried to pull off the doctor’s coat – she barely felt the pull even now – and snorted herself: “Well. Wasn’t made with wings in mind, really”
She turned around and checked the breaking points for the appendages and… it looked like a really clean cut, at least. Ah, no matter. Sitting back, she reached behind and ripped the fabric clean through and throw it towards the floor next to the bed.
The wings did feel more movable, too, even with the sleeveless shirt still attached to her.
“That’s one way to do it,” he said, tone ambiguous
She shrugged: “It’s not meant to withstand anything, it was the easiest”
“Eager, aren’t we?” He said, drawing her back towards him.
“Well… ah… can I…“ She picked at the blanket Asmodeus was covered with: “…may I put the blanket to the side? I mean…”
She was back to being nervous. And he looked a bit suspiciously at her: “You know who I am, right? I just told you”
“Well… yeah… but… identity doesn’t imply consent and I did just show up in your bed and-,“ Raphael gnawed on her bottom lip.
“Ah, you’re cute. And very correct. But for the sake of your pretty little head and mine, let’s pretend I’m an exception to that rule today, shall we?”
Her shoulders and wings slumped: “Well… I am sorry, but… that’s…”
“What should I do, sign a waiver?” There was more amusement in his voice again, and he did pick up one of her long locks to twirls between his fingers.
At that, Raphael perked up, dove for the coat, fished out a sheet of paper and a pen and sat down next to Asmodeus, already writing.
Twenty seconds later, he got a note, it said:
‘I, Asmodeus, give explicit consent to any intentionally benign physical activities towards my person unless revoked
[date, signature]’
She held a pen out towards him.
And he laughed: “I’m… generally against giving out autographs, but for you, sweet thing, I believe I can make an exception”
He signed the note. And added: “The same does go for you, yes?” While he put both object on the night table.
“Oh, most definitely. Very explicit,” she said and pulled him towards her lap, if there was already movement… He came willingly. “… the wings are heavy to hold up…”
He settled over her and looked at her, examining the room for a few seconds: “,,, you are quite a special one, aren’t you?”
She tugged at his robe in hopes of another kiss. And apparently, some wishes do come true.