What Raphael did was sitting there, calmly, feet bare and looking entirely at home with the wind sometimes pulling at the strands of hair. Patiently waiting.
Heh.
“You are the doctor. Go on then, I came all this way already,” Asmodeus shrugged with one arm and offered his empty, open palm. Raphael tilted his head at it, eyes leaving his ‘patient’ for only a second. Still, the reaction was there.
Raphael cleared his throat, took a breath and then asked: “… do I actually have your permission to treat you like a patient? Asking questions I usually would not? It’s not exactly pleasant. Everything you say stays in this room, but I will know. And for a person of your status that is a risk. Talking o me requires trust. I assume you are aware I am almost physically unable to betray any trust put in me, I am the safest option possible. But even so… you give me permission? Limited to this room and this room alone?”
The angel held his own hand close to his open palm. Calm as anything.
With a chuckle, Asmodeus raised a bit from the chair, leaned forward while he took the hand and squeezed. Once. “Show me what you can do” He said, only one eye watching the healer, smirking,
He nodded solemnly, squeezing back before he released his – apparently – patient now and said: “Thank you. I will not disappoint”
“I certainly hope so,” Asmodeus said, smirking, his eyebrows wagging almost without consulting him.
“So, how are you?” - he said, looking pleased as anything...
It was Thursday. And it was 14:20. Just like last time. So.
It was still a bit surreal to stand in front of Raphael’s clinic again. An angels clinic. Because Raphael said he should come back for treatment. Not what kind of treatment, but for treatment.
No African bird this time, only rushing water, swooshing trees and a blue songbird that constantly changes names. Pleasant sounds, in general.
After a breath he walked into the house he was thrown out of not too long ago.
„Hel-lo Amurel” Asmodeus grinned at the angel in charge of the counter, leaned on it while she sorted the papers in front of her.
Then she looked up and smiled pleasantly: “Hello. hottest divine embodiment of the darker kind in existence. I suppose you wish to have an appointment with Raphael?”
“Oh, so what a greeting. And that from such a lovely specimen as yourself. I see you changed your hair?”
They put a hand to their head, flattening the second stand with more ‘character than the others.
Their perfect smile twitched, just a second, and they answered: “… maybe. Maybe they react a bit more to my mood than anticipated”
“Well, it certainly suits you,” because it did. Angels were in need of some character.
They glanced sideways at Asmodeus, then at the file in front of them, shook their head and smirked. Smirking angels. What a sight.
“Thank you. But if you’d please follow me to the doctor’s office? He’ll see you momentarily,” they were already on the way, indicating the right way with their hand, clutching his file with the other.
… he wondered what was written on there. Maybe also the ‘diagnostic findings’. Admittedly, he was a bit curious.
Maybe next time. For now, he said: “I’d follow you wherever you want me to” and did exactly that, resuming the position he had last time, kicking his legs over the armrest and grabbing the nearest pillow.
At least he was certain that the slight air current definitely was Raphael’s doing. If consciously or subconsciously was up for debate, but the currents were different in each room. It was not natural.
Click.
The door closed behind the angel and he padded – still barefoot – over to the armchair Asmodeus was lounging in.
“Welcome again to the clinic, thanks for showing up,” he said, seating himself and flipping open Asmodeus’ file. He didn’t read in it, but clicked a pen to be ready.
“Well, after the little show from last week, I just had to – fantastic wings, by the way,” he smiled at the ‘doctor’
And said doctor tilted his head and scribbled down a few words in the file. He still answered in an amused voice: “Thank you. They are rather new”
“Their status is still marvellous, if this is what you do when you are stressed. I understand the stress to work with that many people. And being responsible for them. But I have my own way of dealing with that. Maybe you could need some company next time you need to… blow off some steam?” Asmodeus raised both his brows.
Raphael pecked the notepad with his pen, slight frown in place,then finally said: “I think sparring with you would seriously break rules. And I can not argue that as neglible, at all. Wouldn’t you say so as well?“
Asmodeus laughed. It breaks out of him, not much he could do. Then said: “Aww, sweetheart... You think I mean sparring...”
Another scribbling on the pad, while he saidapparently genuinely curious: “Are you suggesting something else towards your doctor?“
“Well, I would hope so. Which do you think would be more controversial? Inviting you to bed or to fight?”
Raphael tapped the pen to his lip and seemed to give it serios thought, staring at the ceiling, then concluded: “Bed. Due to the stipulation of the fight being nonlethal and Rage not being your sin. Inviting me to bed – with assumptions - would directly correspond and it would count as... well, a temptation,” he nodded, apparently happy, then added: “Also: I can fix us both after a fight. No consequences“
“Ahh, see, a temptation. That might be a spot of fun for me... but no good for you, is it? Then I suppose a fight’s all we’ve got. Unless, of course, you wanted to invite me to bed?” There was always a chance.
But Raphael didn’t even flinch: „A doctor never invites a patient to bed if they have any respect for their own craft. Or accepts such an offer, naturally. 'Misplaced trust' is what you call it, I believe?“
Asmodeus shrugged: “Naturally. But my trust would be quite securely placed if you were to, say, whoop my ass in the desert platonically, yes?” Sometimes, angels were absurd.
'Yes. Since rules can be implemented quite easily. As an angel, I would definitely adhere to them. And nothing should influ-,' Raphael stopped talking. And his eyes went wide. He scribbled on the notepad, striking out several things, apparently, and then said: „And here I forgot that I do know some of your history. And I apologise. No desert fights – no fights, actually - with the archangel Raphael. I will not bring it up again“
“Aw, Raphael. You’re too good for your own... good. For what it’s worth, you’re welcome to fight me in the desert whenever you like, or anywhere else, for that matter. But I don’t think you would really hurt me, even if I got down on my knees and begged you to.”
His eyes snapped up when he said that, brows slightly drawn: "Naturally, I would not try to harm you. My way of incapacitating someone does not include harm. It's against my very being, but you obviously figured that already” The angel took a breath, then continued: “But… as for your… request? There is a distinction between harm and hurt. I think I hurt a lot more people than most. So, ah, do you want me to hurt you? I certainly can. But would you actually want me to?"
Still amused, he stared at Raphael, only a moment of thought here, then said: “Can you, now? And how do you think you would do that? Pop a rib head back in for me? Reset an old broken bone?”
"Oh. Everyone has slight imperfections. No exceptions. And healing those will hurt, if it needs to be done fast or on a schedule even more so. I would need to figure out if -and how much - harmed you were. And you would need to tell me how much you want to be hurt… if this is… what you want.” He didn’t look particularly happy. But confident in this. Body language sure. Huh.
If he grabbed his pillow a little tighter, it certainly could not be seen. Asmodeus said:“Come now, Raphael, is it really hurting if you’re helping? I’m not so sure it would have the same effect.”
Now Raphael tilted his head again and made another note. It ended with: "It would have the effect of fixing a few problems your body has. Plus pain. How much... is still up to you. It won't feel like I help at the moment I treat you. So… maybe that would produce the desired effect? I can only assume what that effect actually is. If you wish to explore the possibility, you know where to find me“
The angel sat up straight and smiled: „Until then... How are you?"
The slightly suspicious microwave indeed stopped to turn or to vibrate and then the light switched off. After the dinging sound. It still was somewhat off. Maybe magic was the better choice to get anything done here.
After exhausting the natural availabilities. Maybe a familiar bowl would help the angel feel a little bit better. Glancing around, the only ‘bowls’ he could find in this laboratory were metallic and…
… was that platinum?
Another look confirmed that there were several beholders that were indeed massive and almost pure platinum. With raised brows, he acknowledged the expensive tastes in lab equipment. The pure material cost was… substantial. In the ten to hundred thousands? It did beg the question in what price classes the chaos in those walls played. It’s not consistent. Some bookshelves seemed to be cheap glued-together wood, the glassware partially C-grade. The carpet not particularly high quality...
Walking back into the living-hobby-room, he looked around and saw maybe a genuine oil painting crammed into a corner. Cashmere wool in the wool bin. Genuine silk she was spinning. Directly around the corner was a small desk with a dedicated lamp and small tools to maintain mechanical pieces. Those seemed to be… clockworks. And those also did not look… cheap.
So this particular angel at least had an eye for quality… sometimes. Taking this into account, the whole area looked more intentional. Not only tidy, but a somewhat coordinated chaos – somehow.
If he had to be honest with himself? He liked the place. Definitely not his style. But it had charme. In a slightly too cold way. He was certain there was no draft in the room. But the windows already made it feel that way.
For emphasis, a cough came from the mastermind behind it. And it wasn’t from the same spot he left her in. Taking three more steps around the next shelf, he saw her stand there and take a deep breath.
She turned when he made another step on the naked wooden floor. Her expression and deadpan. Raphael, apart from a barely visible sickly feverish blush, she looked like she was supposed to be taken seriously. Posture straight, eyes clear, mouth unamused and looking down on him, even with the height difference.
He stopped in his tracks and looked at this apparently intact and slightly aggressive archangel for about five seconds. Until she visibly recognized him, her shoulders slumped, her features softened and she smiled apologetically: “I’ll… have… tea ready in a moment” and she sneezed into her elbow, only slowly standing up to her smaller-looking height with a groan.
Hm. So. That had happened…
He definitely had to put in a veto on the moving around, if he had anything to say about it. She looked at Asmodeus while he stepped closer, big questioning eyes watched at him, she apparently had absolutely nothing to input on the matter.
After setting down the soup on the table, he nudged her sternum with two fingers. The most miniscule of pressure was used. The angel unceremoniously fell back onto the couch, knees buckling as soon as they hit the slightest resistance. Didn’t even try to keep her balance. Simply accepted the falland landed. Didn't brace for an impact in the slightest. But then sat there, looking bothered: “… can’t make tea that way”
He put a hand on his hip, almost not believing it. That was… even less sensible than he had expected: “You do not need to make tea, angel. In fact. You’re not supposed to do anything. You're supposed to rest.”
When she did absolutely nothing but look up with a blank expression, he put a hand on her forehead to check how the fever was doing. Since her skin was undoubtedly and significantly warmer than his own hand… it seemed to be a very active immune response. Plus: the angel closed her eyes and leaned against his hand with a relieved sigh.
“… how did you let it get that bad, mh?” He ran his hand over her hair and stroked over the mess on her back.
Another staring moment, then she said: “… haven’t slept since five years,” she shrugged very slowly and then tried to move to get up again.
“Oh no, you don’t…” He pushed her down in the cushions and just… let a miracle take care of a full tea can and some cups, plus soup bowls and a ladle, when he was already at it: “See, there’s tea. No reason to move. Now… you know it’s helpful to actually sleep, right? I know we don’t have to, but you can.” Fevered doctors might forget the simplest things.
“… can’t. Tried. Milk… n melatonin… n warmth… n bed-nest… n… yeah... no…” She shivered the words out.
Seeing that, Asmodeus grabbed the original blanket… and another one from the pile... pulled her a bit away from the backrest and wrapped them around her. She grabbed the ends thankfully and nestled. The angel probably didn't even notice that he sat down next to her: “You did take medication. Right?”
After the usual waiting period, she nodded: “Ibuprofen… and vitamin C… didn’t… didn’t do much.”
He could see that. Well. Maybe she just needed soup to finally get some rest: “… be prepared for the oldest home remedy then. We’ll get you healthy in no time,” then again, she did basically sleep in on his lap before. So what was that about.
She did slip down on the bed after some minutes, feathers still everywhere. And settled her head on his chest, relaxed as anything.
It raised his brows, and he looked at this unique angel for a few seconds, considering.
Certainly a different kind of Raphael from his own.
He might not mind this ones’ presence terribly much.
A rest was not unheard of, and… now that he thought about it… a different universe? It might be worth the wait. Besides… when was the last time he slept?
With one arm around his feathery companion, he made himself comfortable… and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the angel sleepily looked at him, eyes opening and closing like a trusty cats.
“Raphael, you’re still here,” the smirk spreading on his face got wider when she did shudder at her name, if only slightly.
“Mmmhmh… can’t very well walk out of your chambers. I do believe I am in hell,” she laid her hand flat on his chest. He might have considered it a grope, but they only formed a rest for her chin, round eys looking up to him. Petting her looked more like an option with every second.
“You seem quite content where you are, anyway,” he said because she did. And still had not moved an inch away.
She shook her head, smile and blush spreading on her face: “I did very much enjoy myself,” she wriggled on top of him and shrugged: “Admittedly, still very pleasant. You’re warm and solid and entirely too nice under my hands.”
“Don’t tell me your, ah, ‘universe’, you said? Has no one to make you ‘enjoy yourself’. If that kind of thing is a general problem, I’ll gladly be of service”
With a snort, she answered: “Are you asking me… if there’s a general shortage of people to make other ones ‘enjoy themselves? I… I am sad to disappoint, but… no. That’s just me. I think? And just because… mh…” She looked at him, considering, “… I don’t have long here. So… an answer for a kiss?”
His time for an incredulous snort: “… you are laying naked on top of me and ask for a kiss?”
“Almost naked. And I don’t think it’s a particularly hard request?” She shrugged and tilted her head.
He leaned forward, brows raised, and pressed his lips… to her forehead, the angle was awkward enough anyway: “Done. So, that’s how I get all questions answered?”
She smiled, eyes closed: “Mmmhmh” She nodded “And… well, yes, universe. Alternate universe theory, every choice matters and so on... people here have made some choices that the same people in my universe didn’t make that makes them.... different people. And the world around them different, too. All the various choices made the Asmodeus in my universe be the one I wanted. For... enjoyment. But that’s not a thing, for other various choices. So… I’m rather… happy with this circumstance,” she said and spread her fingers on his chest, looking like a cat who got her cream.
Well. She did.
“… are you telling me there is a version of me who made such terrible choices to not have sex with someone as gorgeous as you?” Pulling her up to a half-sitting position and into kissing distance, her cheek his next target. Ridiculous ‘payment’.
“… for banter, too? How generous. Ah… and well, he might agree. Chances are there. But the circumstances forbid it. Also my choices. That’s all I can tell. I can give the kiss back, though?”
“Be my guest,” she leaned forward and kissed his nose. He rolled his eyes: “So… you were specifically horny for me. Just… your own version”
“That’s the long and short-” He leaned forward and kissed her other cheek, resulting in big, admiring eyes for him. It really was nothing. Why did it make the angel so happy? “- short of… it. Yeah. And now I… well, now… I need to find my own counterpart. I suppose”
It was as clumsy a theme-change as he had ever seen, but he kissed the corner of her mouth all the same to get an answer for: “Why do you need to find that one?”
“… you are… ah… terribly nice. And… to get home, of course. ’ve done a few accidental trips. Finding ‘myself’ here will help to find a way back. Cut myself, get a bit of blood flowing, keep a piece of my own dimension at hand and… kind of keep an eye out for the exit. It’ll show up. Almost a witch-ritual or something. Worked before. Then I can go” She shrugged again.
“And… you suppose I’ll let you go just like that?” He touched her lips with his, barely a contact.
And she sighed, regaining her will to answer only after a few moments: “You’ll be tired of me soon, you have even less reason to want to keep me than my version might ever have. So.” Her eyes wandered to his lips, expression soft: “... kissing you is even nicer if you’re this careful, it’s amazing”
He shook his head, the angel might be in a bit of emotional trouble, there: “… you’re the cutest thing. But… why are you actually here? I mean… you just showed up, so tell me”
The angel tilted her head until she received another, less careful, kiss. With a happy sigh, she answered: “… I actually don’t quite know. There are lots of portals in my place. Maybe my pining was too ridiculous and the fabric of reality ripped to balance my brain?” He frowned for an amused second and she got defensive: “… what, I am an archangel. And I don’t know why the universe travels happen anyway.”
He couldn’t help but grin, finallylifting his hand to scritch under her chin: “… well... if that’s the case... maybe I’m not yet tired of you. Want to get some more ‘pining’ out of your system?”
Laughing against his lips, the angel slowed her movements, very shaky on her legs, only slowly regaining her strength. Until then, she seemed adamant about kissing him.
One hand on the back of her head pulled her closer, made her sigh into the kiss, easily accepting his tongue, while he got to grab and squeeze her butt, canting her hips into his hand.
He was fucking her and she still hesitated every time she touched him, her other hand ghosting along his shoulders until she carefully mapped out his skin, it almost tickled. All the while her eyes were closed and – if the noises are any hint to go by – enjoyed herself.
Odd angel.
She broke her kiss, coming back for a quick nip at his lips, and looked at him with half-lidded eyes, tracing his cheek: “I’ll take it, though,” she said, taking a breath.
“Aw, Raphael,” again, she shuddered at the mention and leaned closer towards him, gasping. Cute.
“So wet and eager for me… saying such things… and your visit’s still over soon? You sure you want to leave?” He rolled his hips into her and she made a broken noise, holding onto his shoulder with a stiff arm.
“… not mine,” she looked at him with one eye opened, for a whole second, then continued: “… not my universe. Must get home”
Asmodeus felt her legs slowly uncramp, orgasm subsiding only slowly. She really was sensitive. He pulled her flush against him, wings flapping, groaning, too. Likely oversensitive. And sat up himself, friction pleasantly tingling in his lower regions, too: “You sure I can’t convince you otherwise?”
Their hips moved only marginally, just enough to keep a simmering heat, but he tugged at her hair, just enough for a small column of skin to be exposed, pressed his lips to the heated skin and she swallowed, her lower lip, closed her eyes again.
“Sure there are more pressing issues, Raph?” He whispered in her ear, watched her shudder, grasping for purchase in his robe, seeking skin contact. “Want to go so soon?”
It was so easy to roll his hips, make her feel him deep, wholly buried inside of her and she grabbed onto him and shuddered again, mewling against his shoulder.
“We have a spare Raphael, they might go without a problem? Mmmmh?” She easily reacted to her name once again, whining into his ear. Breathing. And poked his temple, still trying to control her breathing.
“You’re… Asmodeus, you just want me for a fuck… so… be nice with... the tempting,” she nuzzled his neck. And BIT down.
This orgasm was wildly surprising. Losing control for a second, after some time…
Raphael simply melted on his lap, arms around his neck, still very close.
He buried his hands in her feathers. And got enveloped, embraced by wings. And basically buried by them, keeling back over into the bed.
“Thankyou,” she sighed, “Swas great… for me… mostly mortal now… mtired”
“… sure, babe… sleep well” He would… indulge her, for a bit. One didn’t get buried in wings that often.
“… you’re welcome,” he chuckled. A polite angel, too. What a very special treat.
So Asmodeus could watch the angel watch him, ‘mmh’-ing in pleased agreement, wings still splaying open, but turned towards him, sheltering him, too. The wingspan easily accounting for them, both.
She simply… held them there, above them both. And shook off the shorts from her second foot. Shoving a sweaty silver hair strand behind her ear, reached out a hand, pulled it back and took a deep breath, then said: “I start, them? Because really, how… even with the waiver, this is hard. How do you know your… partner…? Is… alright with what you are doing?” Then carefully reached out and touched his chest, simply running her fingers over his skin, looking utterly fascinated, tracing his muscles.
“… trust, angel. And watching for reactions,” which was not a question he had expected. Seeing how much they couldn’t know about the other. This question was… odd?
Her fingers wandered further downwards, this time caressing his abdomen, testing reflexes of his corporation and smoothing the twitching skin over with warm hands, then smiled: “More used to the involuntary reactions.” Her fingertips reached his cock and lightly teased over the heated skin. “This could count at one, So… any specific reaction I should watch out for with you?” She looked up at him, a smile in her eyes.
“Standing ovations aren’t uncommon, might be hard in different ways,” not the best wordplay, but who knew what the angel might do. “But… you have to simply… pay attention,” he said, reaching out for the wing conveniently resting next to him, running his fingers through the feathers.
She stiffened up – legs, spine, arms, neck, grip twitching into almost painful before she caught herself, flapping the singular wing and immediately settling it back into place, pressing the feathers into his hand and very much concentrating on what her own hand was doing, namely stroking earnestly.
“See?” He took a breath, not entirely able to ignore it when she changed an angle. “You approve of me touching your wings,” - another breath – “correct?”
The angel had figured the a working rhythm and a workable angle rather well, the pressure needed work, but she was a fast study and…
… rather unceremoniously angled his cock and enveloped him in her wet heat, sighed deeply and wriggled on him. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.
After a few more pleased wriggles, she looked at him with a wide, half lidded smile. She blinked when she noticed him. And blinked. “Oh!” She only marginally continued to roll her hips, building a very slow rhythm, still got her to sigh in contentment. “Erm… ah… yes, I… do. I do like you fingers in my feathers. S very nice. I… I mean… can I compliment you on this corporation? Really nice. Perfectly shaped and just the best kind of curved, there and… truly enjoyable ride ‘s what I’m saying” She bit her lip and leaned slightly forward, leaning on her arms.
His second hand moved up her side to caress and cup a breast, squeezing just slightly whenever the rolls of her hips did give the right amount of friction. And laughed: “Where did you come from, mh?”
“Obviously straight from heaven, inspection was in order, anyway… err… full marks on all subjects?,” she tried for another angle, that… urged Asmodeus to grab her hips, pulling her position into less injury-prone areas.
“Mmmhmh, my feedback for the evaluator will go to…?” He said, rubbing his thumbs over her hip bones.
She opened one eye to look and sighed: “Mmmh… more a private evaluation. And… well… I’m visiting. ‘Nother universe. Need to find my counterpart and… visit’s over”
“Counterpart?”
“… well… maybe you’ve heard of them. Universes are very similar. Likely share a name. It’s Raphael”
When he rolled his hips to meet her’s, she gasped and was apparently very responsive, since her muscles seized and she very much stuttered in her movements, hand twisted in his robe, the other slid on the bed, balance not completely maintained. She still kept up the slow rhythm with slightly shaky legs.
“Is it now. Explains the wing count,” he ran a hand against one.
“Mmmmhmh,” she tried to straighten up, but it was easily thwarted by a simple movement.
“Well, Raphael” – it made her stop her movements and stare once again, “right now I certainly prefer you over my own”
She shock her head, laughing, and kissed him again, murmuring against his lips: “How very silly” And continued to kiss and move. And for a surprise visit, this certainly got full grades.
They angel really was… eager. Rather unusual for their kind. Not that he minded.
Her hands wove into his hair, scraping over his scalp with fingertips and nails, deepening the kiss, curling her tongue, biting lightly. It felt like she tried to mirror what he did.
Eyes only half-lidded and watching what he did.
Her hands stayed in his hair and did not stray, only her eyes slid shut. After minutes. Maybe she was inexperienced.
She certainly followed him, when he pulled back to chuckle. And kissed the corner of her mouth: “You do seem to enjoy yourself”
Her lips were slightly bruised, bitten in places.
His hands moved from her hips, thumbs slipping under her shirt, finding pleasantly warm skin, drawing circles to get her used to the contact.
And, mirroring, always mirroring, her fingers slipped from his hair to his shoulders, dancing over his skin. Moving his robe with every spread of her fingers.
It… was pleasant. A pleasant tingle. And a slipping robe. Her eyes undressing him faster than her fingers could. …
He closed the distance between them and kissed her cheek, kissed along her jaw to her ear and felt her fingers pulling at the skin of his shoulder, pressing down into tense muscles. Pleasant, too.
Mh. “Been some time, hasn’t it?” He whispered into her ear, pressing a kiss under her earlobe. It was easy to feel her pulse. Strong. But fast.
The angel bared her throat further: “… mmmh. Ah. Mh. Yeah, lets go with that”
He left teeth marks in her soft skin, accompanied by a sigh of hers. So she gave the opposite of an answer. Mh.
Inching her top up, the exposed skin was… flawless. Tan even and as dark as everywhere else on her body, skin soft and giving to his touch.
Obviously a contrast to his own, since her fingers dug into his muscles, ‘drawing’ her own circles, loosening tension he didn’t know was there. She looked at his shoulders, at him with barely opened eyes, face burning, but certainly keeping him close.
“… interested in what I have to offer, mh?” he smirked.
“Always was,” came the immediate, unhelpful answer.
“Mmmmh,” he hummed, kissing her collar bone. And a shiver ran down her spine, closing her eyes forcefully to calm down.
Raising a brow, he explored the area around her throat, his hands moving higher and caressing a breast under the fabric, slipping into the bra she was wearing. No luck reproducing the shiver, though. She did open her eyes again. And nudged at his robe.
“What would you be most interes-,“ his eyebrows rose when she pulled her legs closer, toes gripping the bed sheet, “My voice, is it?”
She looked away, fingers tapping on his skin.
Ashamed, too. Mmmh.
“Definitely something I can work with,” he said, amused.
She was back to stroking his shoulders, nervously.
“Truly beautiful form you chose, tasteful. So nice to unpack,” he shoved the shirt up to her arms, as far as the wings on the other side allowed, revealing a green bra.
Her angled legs closed around him and he smirked.
“All soft and inviting, a shame, who mistreated you so, dear? Mh?”
The very deliberate stare away from him was just as good an answer as the tapping fingertips.
He chuckled and unhooked the front fastening of the bra, his hands happily taking the place of the fabric cups, gently squeezing, thumbs running over the now exposed nipples. And she gasped.
“No resistance at all, angel? It’s almost a sin, isn’t it?” He murmured, feeling the skin under his thumb harden and enjoying the texture, the obvious arousal, the slight squirming underneath him.
And then it stopped. Because she stared at him, laying still, and then giggled and then laughed and pulled him into a kiss, swiping her tongue over his lower lip and let him go: “Not yet, lord, but it’s a choice, is it not?” She wriggled her hips under him: “A damn fine one in your case”
His brows raised. And a laugh escaped as well before the mood could be brought back: “Mmmmh,” he watched her shoulders raise into the shudder, her warm body shivering under him, pawing at the robes in earnest, splaying fingers over his back while he licked at a nipple, twirling the other between thumb and forefinger.
It was easy to feel her warmth, feel her body react and hear her tiny sighs and whispers, the pillows rearranged by her shoulders, fingers scraping over his back, digging in it e used teeth or sucked a bit harder, she was responsive. Even more when he peppered in a mention of her being quite happy with this, mh?
“Your skin is rather delicious,” he murmured against the skin of her belly, “But there are other places I’d like to taste,” looking up to her and clever fingers slipping the button of her shorts through the corresponding hole.
He looked up and into her eyes and she wriggled and looked at him and her brows furrowed and she said: “Ahm…” She looked to the side, then back, “… it might be rude, but…” She looked away again, just a second, “… fuck me?”
Again, his brows rose and this time it was enough to run a hand through his hair: “Very special,” he laughed. Impatience wasn’t uncommon in the slightest. Embarrassment around him neither, but both…
“Really now, angel?” He looked down at her, while she shimmied down her open pants. She shimmied until she got out of one leg, using the space he gave her to manoeuvre.
And it turned out that it was really was ‘really now’, because her hand easily moved into his robes, her noises and squirming had helped the case considerably. Her nimble fingers helped further, without taking his eyes off him, and that was… practical.
It was… practical and to the point and… she new how to tease in the most logical biological ways, not accounting for taste, but for nerves and-
Two eyes are levelled at him, hesitant and questioning: “I do hope you will have a bit more time?”
“For you, sweet thing? Certainly,” he growled, not to mention that ‘yes’ is possibly the only answer to a lady with certain vulnerable parts in her hands.
“Great,” she said, smile on her lips.
It turned out the foreplay had been more than enough. Turned out she was even warmer on the inside than her skin and whole being was. Warm and wet and he slid in effortlessly, the angel shivering and biting her lip and having her eyes screwed shut.
The shiver turned into a deep sigh when he kissed her brow, tension leaving and smoothing out her features. She wriggled around him and he couldn’t quite remember the last time missionary was on the table, but she pulled him close into another kiss and rolled her hips.
It all was carefully unplanned, orderly chaotic and full of shivery warmth and before too long, a rhythm of movement had established. A bit frantic, but very basic and heady and not many of his lovers insisted on kissing. Her hands scrape over his back and there are feathers on his back on not only two but six wings and the hold and cradle and it’s strange. Her head buried in the cushions apparently concentrating wit a scrunched up face.
And then… his angelic partner moaned and stopped to utter an aborted, stuttering sigh, looking a lot calmer and he felt her insides working, certainly not stopping. And she pressed a small kiss on his lips and whispered ‘thank you’ while he still slowly moved and that shouldn’t have done anything.
… being surrounded by feathers had been some time, though.
Asmodeus shuddered. And got the wet tissues through a gap in the wings. Used them as intended. And looked at the strange angel with a somewhat perplexed expression.
She just looked very happy with the world.
And a feather landed on his head.
“Ah…”
She cracked open one eye, breathing heavy, but evenly.
Then flipped their positions, with her sitting on his lap once again, legs spread and kneeling on the bed. Of course he went willingly, held her hips securely, even. She didn’t look too tired?
“Ah…” She said, scratching her nose, “… thank you… very much… and… any… ah--- questions for me? I got some for you, but… ah… thank you”
“… 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.
