I haven’t written anything (let alone posted any fic) in . literal years but I couldn’t NOT do anything for midam week. (i’ll post this to ao3 in a bit too)
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Michael had a conflict brewing up inside of him; he knew he loved Adam, has loved him for centuries. Michael loved him as much he was capable of doing, but he had no idea when these feelings, these urges to pull his human close and press their lips together, started.
Which brings him to now: he’s sitting next to Adam, on their couch, with their thighs touching, and the television in front of them is playing some ‘sitcom’ that Michael could not care less about. The only thoughts running through his mind are about Adam’s proximity, about how simple it would be to bring him even closer, how easy it would be to cross that line and kiss-
Michael quickly stops that line of thought and lands at the realization that Adam had begun talking at some point during his internal crisis. Michael turns his head to look at him and his vision fills Adam’s bright smile as he talks about the show they were supposed to be watching together. The archangel listens intently, or tries to, anyway. He ends up quite distracted, as he looks at Adam’s soul, so bright even after over a millennium in Hell. He’s so distracted in fact, that he doesn’t realize he’s closed the distance between them and put his lips on Adam’s until he hears a squeak in surprise.
Startled, he pulls back with a quick apology and sees Adam blinking in surprise and touching a hand to his own lips. Nervousness fills him as he waits for judgement of some kind, as he waits for Adam to either condemn him for this thoughtless act or to accept it, accept him.
“Michael? Did you mean to do that?” Adam asks, and Michael tells him the truth. That while he did not mean to kiss him in that moment, he’s wanted to for quite some time now. His human seems somewhat surprised by that, and maybe even, if Michael is reading him correctly, relieved.
Adam smiles at him and asks, “Wanna try again?” before placing his hand on Michael’s cheek and closing the distance between them yet again, and it feels right.