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All of the rooms are, in reality, identical, but Gabriel still picks Room 2. At least it isn't Room 69, or Room 13. He's certainly shown that particular brand of maturity to the Winchesters before.

"Your confidence is appreciated, beautiful," Gabriel chuckles, as he opens the door for Bela. "And always well-placed, if I may say so myself."

That the room is a room may well be generous. It is, in fact, a suite, with all the amenities that implies. Several rooms with different aesthetics, a kitchen and a small dining room, and a living area with a giant flat screen TV and obscenely comfortable-looking couches and armchairs. It looks like the suite stepped out of the most expensive hotel in the world and right into the pocket dimension; Bela certainly gets her choice of what room she'd like to explore that experience of Gabriel's in.

As someone who liked the finer things in life, Bela has stayed in her fair share of luxurious hotel rooms with all the trimmings. But none of them could hold a candle to what lay in front of her as she steps into the room.

"Oh my God. This is incredible." Bela walks a bit further into the room and takes a good look around to see everything. "I don't even know where to begin. This is unlike any place I've been in before. Absolutely amazing." She was going to run out of adjectives fairly soon.

Her gaze falls upon the couches in the living area before she looks at Gabriel again. "Shall we sit? They look really comfortable and I have to experience that at least once."

Gabriel eats all of her adjectives up with a spoon. If he could find a way to do so literally, he would. As it is, he simply crosses his arms and looks smug — the next best thing — and then jumps over the nearest couch, to briefly sprawl on it before sitting up.

"They should be. I based 'em on my favorite couch. Well, in comfort. Italy, hotel there. Way back. 'Luxurious' really doesn't do it justice. I lost interest in the lady I was with and just laid on the couch," he recalls, without even a hint of shame. He winks at Bela, and then pats the cushion next to him. "Don't worry, not gonna repeat any history."

"You better not repeat it or I would be very disappointed." She's teasing of course because Gabriel was and Bela did enjoy the banter that they exchanged. At his invitation, she moves over to sit down beside him, facing his direction.

"Yeah, definitely comfortable." A grin. "I don't blame you for wanting to lie down on this and do nothing else for a long, long time." Bela was all about relaxation and taking it easy, but it wasn't the sole reason for them being here. "Is the rest of the room based on other places you've been to or stayed in?"

"Bits and pieces," the archangel-turned-trickster confirms, taking the moment to admire Bela in her lovely dress. He doesn't even bother hiding the smirking, pleased look. "There's not enough room in here for everything rattling around in my noggin, but I've seen some things."

A lot of things. Far more than he pretends. The wallpaper from the International Hotel doesn't really compare to the birth of the universe, and the birth of his many siblings, but that doesn't mean that it's not a good memory.

"You look like a lady who's done some traveling of her own."

"I am." Bela replies with a bright smile. "My work has brought me all over the world, but I've allowed myself some holiday time in-between that."

Her own lifespan is a mere drop in the ocean compared to his but Bela would like to think that she has lived quite a lot in that time- mainly because she had a limited time to do that living in.

"Although, I'm not sure if I could pick just one particular place as my favourite." She leans in a little towards him, her expression playful. "Right here is pretty good. In case you needed to know."

Gabriel arches a brow, smirking, and reaches out to run his thumb lightly over Bela's lower lip.

"Top ten or five, huh? That's pretty flattering, gorgeous." And flattery, of course, gets you almost anywhere with the archangel. "I wouldn't want to rush your decision or anything."

And because he just can't resist it any longer, even after the elevator, Gabriel leans in to put his lips where his thumb used to be, hooking his arm around Bela's shoulders.

That gesture makes her smile grow even wider, watching his every move."

No danger of that, darling." Compliments about her were a surefire way of getting into Bela's good books (and other things besides)

When his lips meet hers, Bela cups his face between her hands and presses into the kiss, moving forward until there was no space between them. The night was still young but there was no reason why they shouldn't get things started.

His eyes flutter closed as she moves against him. There's nowhere else, at the moment, that Gabriel would rather be. He has his arms around a beautiful woman, he's comfortable, and the night as it goes on is even more promising.

"Good." Gabriel kisses her again, softer and quicker, still smirking. "Always more satisfying when the competition's honest."

Honesty might not always be his policy, but being picked as a clear winner still beats rigging the polls. Well, for everyone who isn't a political candidate, at least. Gabriel sure isn't. He's pranked enough of them to know.

"It's not the only thing that's satisfying." Bela smirks in return, sliding her fingers along his cheek before returning the kiss.

Maybe it was a little cheesy and not entirely subtle, but they were often on the same page when it came to humour. In fact, they were on the same page about a lot of things which is why Bela liked spending time with him.

Her other hand slips around to cup the back of his head and she pulls away slightly to give Gabriel some space to breathe. "Do you want to remain on the couch or move somewhere else?"

Breathing isn't something the archangel-turned-trickster requires, but it is nice and something his vessel occasionally does on auto pilot. It's a side effect, probably, of wearing a vessel for so long. Who knows, really, where one ends and the other begins.

Gabriel rubs soft circles into her shoulder, eyes half-lidded as he considers the question. But in the end... "Lady's choice. Although I have to say, the bed's even more comfortable than the couch. Well, all of 'em. I gave us an assortment. Whatever decor you happened to be in the mood for."

The bedrooms range from tacky, to elegant, to 'so fancy even Casanova would find this ridiculous'. He dips his head forward a few inches to nuzzle her nose with his.

"One bed would have been enough but giving me a choice? I like it." He's helping Bela relax even more with what he was doing with his hands, making her hum in appreciation.

Truth be told, she wasn't sure what decor she was in the mood for, but Bela reckons she would decide once she saw what options were available. In any case, Gabriel's gesture was sweet and thoughtful, endearing him even more to her.

Bela smiles when he leans in towards her, nuzzling him back. "I think we should take this to the bedroom; after I've decided what one we're going with." She laughs lightly, dropping a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"You're not gonna hear me complain, gorgeous," Gabriel chuckles. He likes all the different facets to Bela — a perfectly cut diamond — and how they can all come out at once, or glimmer separately. The kiss makes him grin, and he stands up smoothly to offer a hand.

He even bows, just a little, given his attire and given their surroundings, just to complete the look.

"'Specially not when I enjoy all three."

Taking his hand after he bows, Bela gets up to her feet and stands beside Gabriel, still holding onto his hand.

"Always good to find something or someone to enjoy." Her smile turns a little devious, a glint forming in her eyes. "On that note, you should lead me to these bedrooms before I decide to push you to the ground and have my way with you."

He has shown her many different sides as well, and while Bela couldn't pick a favourite, she was rather fond of his sweeter side.

"But what if I wouldn't complain about that in the slightest?"

He grins all the more, but nods his head slightly as he leads her in the direction of the first bedroom. It's like Goldilocks, but the X-rated version that definitely exists on DVD somewhere. Although he has to say that his Goldilocks is much more smokin' hot, even without knowing the competition. In that dress, he's sure that she can steal anything her heart desires.

This is the slightly tacky room, from days in Vegas gone by. Gold, shiny, with black as the offsetting color and a Sixties flair. Across from it is the more elegant bedroom: dark colors, contoured lines, gleaming surfaces.

"A good point. I know you wouldn't complain." But the bed would be more comfortable for moving around in and Bela would rather sleep in it than the couch.

Bela takes a good look around the rooms as he leads her into each one, making a thoughtful 'hm' sound while she considers. They each had their own distinctive personalities and it was obvious that Gabriel had put a lot of effort into creating them; still, Bela could only choose one.

"Bedroom number three I think. Much more suited to my style." Streamlined and minimal, but with colour in it. Like the rest of Bela's apartment.

"I'd applaud you on your good taste, but that would be pretty obnoxious, even for me, seeing as I conjured it up," Gabriel notes, mock-seriously. He doesn't really care if people find him obnoxious. Not in the slightest. He finds it hilarious, in fact, when they puff up and mouth off at him.

It's not like he feels threatened. By much of anything, in fact.

"Well, kinda," he has to add. "I took most of it from a room in New York. Still, I think I added enough to call it mine."

He grins as he leads the way inside, sitting down on the end of the bed to test the mattress. It's just as comfortable as he wants it. Just one of the many benefits of completely creating your own space.

"You did, hm?" Whatever he drew inspiration from, Bela likes the room. Enough to spend a lot of time in if that was part of their plans- and it was highly likely that it would be.

She plants herself next to Gabriel, turning towards him with a smile. After a moment Bela tests the bounce of the mattress for herself: it's perfect.

"Yes. Definitely the best bed." A grin slowly forms on her face as she brushes her fingers along his cheek, moving in closer to him. "So. Where were we?" Both of them know but Bela couldn't resist saying it.

Gabriel takes up a mock-airy expression, as if he has no idea what Bela's talking about — deliberately misunderstanding. "The best hotel money can buy, of course. Where else would we be?"

But there's only so much seriousness he can do, at the moment, with a beautiful woman this close to him and a bouncy mattress underneath, and so he nips playfully at her fingers — missing deliberately each time — before leaning in to kiss her. Passionate, strong, claiming her lips for his in this moment. Just in case there was any doubt over his misunderstanding.

If Bela did have any doubt, it would have been long gone the second he kissed her- something she was glad he did because it had been too long between kisses. She presses into the kiss with fervour and heat, slipping her arms around his neck so that she could pull herself closer to Gabriel, needing to feel his body against her own.

Fast or slow, she wanted him. The thought of it had sustained Bela all evening until they had reached this point, and no amount of imagining it could compare to the real thing. And Bela had a fantastic imagination when it came to most things.

She couldn't ask for anything better.

It had been far too long, though Gabriel had more patience than most — even if he rarely chose to use it. Such as now, sliding his arms around Bela's waist and pulling her down with him. Being immortal meant that time passed differently for the archangel-turned-trickster, but still, enough was enough. He'd been deprived of Bela for far too long. More than anyone should be, really.

He pulled back just slightly to pull at her lower lip, smirking, before kissing her back with the same energy as before.

The smirk was met with a wicked grin, cut short when Gabriel pressed his lips against hers once more- Bela didn't mind of course, he was an excellent kisser after all.

She moved a hand slowly down his back until it rested at his waist, shifting closer to him; her other finds a home in his hair, drifting gently through the locks before taking a firmer hold. Her time on earth might be fleeting compared to Gabriel's but it didn't make this any less incredible or insignificant. It was fine the way it was and Bela had every intention of enjoying it to the fullest.

Smiling into the kiss, he gave a quiet little groan when he felt her fingers against his scalp. Truth be told, Gabriel was on the disapproving side of modern hairstyles. He'd much preferred everyone with long hair, even if the hair had been less hygienic. But long hair gave so many more possibilities, which was why his tended to be on the shaggy side.

He sheared it back, and slicked it back, when 'fun' wasn't on the menu, but fun was certainly on the menu today.

Gabriel stroked one hand up Bela's side and to one of the straps of her dress, enjoying the drag of the fabric against his skin. She certainly looked amazing in it. But he was looking forward to the vision of her partway out of it. People always looked so good when they were disheveled and keen to be out of the fabric encasing them: pupils blown, breathing desperate, desire ravenous.

"I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but you look amazing tonight."

Playing with hair and having her own pulled and tugged was something that something that Bela enjoyed a lot; she was glad to discover that Gabriel liked it just as much as her, if not more.

There's a small hum from her when his hand moved up her side, content to let him do as he pleased. The slow buildup was always better, carefully removing clothing one piece at a time and leading to the inevitable.

"You did mention it." Her smile turned softer for a moment. "I'm not tired of hearing it, though." Bela added playfully, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I think the same about you." He looked damn good in a suit- sharply dressed men were a weakness of hers- but Bela couldn't wait until she was getting him out of it.

Perhaps slowly just to keep them both going.

"Why, thank you," he chuckled. Could a man ever get bored of compliments? He didn't think so. Not unless that guy was an asshole. Or not enough of an asshole, maybe.

Gabriel slid his hand across her shoulder, sweeping the strap from her soft shoulder. He lowered his head, smiling, and kissed the edge of her jaw, trailing kisses down the side of her neck and further on to where her strap was dangling. Once he reached her arm, Gabriel left a long, burning kiss there, almost enough to leave a mark. His eyes darted to her face, once, always seeking a reaction with whatever he was doing.

He was enjoying his attire, but there would absolutely no complaints about its removal.