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"Intense, huh?"

Gabriel's eyes gleamed as she stroked his cheek. He had, long ago, learned what humans could and couldn't take from him. It had been a fun learning period, but also a necessary one. Gabriel was a lot stronger than a human was. Or even another angel.

He ducked his head to lick over the faint trace of where his lips had been, pressing a cool kiss there after, before nuzzling his nose back up to her shoulder — and then down, a bit, closer to her cleavage, kissing her softly there.

The kiss to that spot helps to calm down her skin, giving Bela a pleasant feeling. She sighed quietly as he continued, letting out a soft groan when his lips were close to her chest; Gabriel was on the right track.

Bela moved her hand to rest at the back of his head, fingers occasionally tugging lightly at his hair, remembering how he enjoyed it before. She had no problem in indulging herself for a little longer while he was willing to give it.

Taking that lovely pressure of her fingertips as confirmation that he's doing something that she likes — and that sigh, too — Gabriel continues to press soft kisses into her skin. Ever more down, slowly, until he's pressing them right to the center of her cleavage, nuzzling against her dress. It's not in the way so much as denying Bela anything just a bit more intense, and the unintended denial makes him smirk.

His hands, meanwhile, trace up her thighs, enjoying the feel of the fabric over her skin. He'll be impatient to get it out of the way soon enough, but for now he can dance around it to give Bela all of the indulgence she'd like.

"...Gabe-" The name comes out on a gasp, her breath hitching when he reaches the middle and does something incredibly good. Bela knows he has a clear agenda in mind, a plan to keep her going until she has to ask for more from him. Maybe she was wrong. But this wasn't their first time either.

She can feel the warmth of his hands through the thin material of her dress and it has Bela groaning again, the sound more insistent. So much for holding back on him; Gabriel wasn't making it easier though. Bela slowly moves a hand down his back, deliberately feeling his body through his clothes.

Two could play at this game.

"Yes?"

He's smirking against her skin, now, and there's no denying it. Especially as she can see it, as he licks a stripe up to her collar bone and nuzzles at her neck. Gabriel has the talent of being utterly insufferable in the bedroom — aside from the point of him being very good at bedroom activities, which either make up for it or... don't. Depends on the person. But Bela hasn't run for the hills yet, and Gabriel's sure she's not going to run because of him being smarmy now.

Later, maybe, but not now.

Slowly, he slides those clever hands under the material of her dress to the warm skin underneath, teasing the ends of his fingers at the fabric of her underwear.

Any misgivings that Bela may have had about his insufferable nature would soon be forgotten about in a matter of minutes. And really, she didn't tell him off too much whenever they were together. Bela wasn't against being a little smug now and again when it came to teasing him, taking great pleasure in the fact that she was capable of riling him up.

Between him nuzzling her neck and licking at her skin, Bela has a pretty clear picture of his confidence. Besides, she had no qualms about a man with confidence.

Nor a man who knew how to use his hands.

"..ah-" Is all that she can manage to say when his fingers brush along her underwear, near to where she wanted him to be. Her breath catches once more as her hand continues to explore his body, trying not to interfere with what he was up to.

He keeps his fingers right on the fringes of where she'd like him to explore, pressing down under the lining of the underwear to stroke her skin there instead — but not moving any further than that. Gabriel wants to inspire a tingle down her spine, if he's very lucky and remembers how to do this from their last encounter.

He's trying, at least, sucking lightly on the side of her neck before moving down to her shoulder, nuzzling the fabric out of the way.

"You know"—he kisses her there—"I have to admit, this is pretty much what I was thinking all throughout dinner."

At least he's honest. Or maybe he's a little too honest.

Just when she thought he was going to give her what she wanted, Gabriel teases her and keeps her on the edge; it felt good though, so it wasn't a complete loss. Of course, Bela found it difficult to keep completely still and quiet, her hips shifting downwards as she makes a needy sound.

She had a strong feeling that her dress was going to look incredibly rumpled before he even came close to getting her out of the damn thing. Blaming Gabriel seemed appropriate.

"Well. You showed remarkable restraint." Bela is slightly breathless, her voice edged with desire. "And so did I, since we're both being honest at the moment."

Her hand finds its way to his rear, giving it a generous squeeze because she could. At the first opportunity she was going to do more to him, paying back the favour.

Blaming Gabriel is almost always appropriate, because whatever is happening is usually his fault. In this case, most of the situation can be blamed on him. He grins against her shoulder before pulling his head back up, not even bothering to hide that grin of his. He's a terrible influence, truly.

"I appreciate a lady who knows how to bide her time," the archangel-trickster chuckles, while sliding his fingers smoothly — finally. You have to give a little satisfaction along with the teasing. Luckily for her, if her dress gets ruined over the course of the evening, he can just snap his fingers and have it back to normal.

He slides his index finger down her slit, then up, then down, almost as though his finger is going to go a bit deeper — but then his hand shifts, to smoothly pull her panties down her legs. Teasing is one thing, but having your progress blocked is another thing entirely.

Edited (curse you html) 2014-10-05 00:02 (UTC)

"No sense in rushing things." The last word is drawn out on a quiet whimper, one of the many sounds that Gabriel was a master of drawing out from Bela. And that grin. She had become rather fond of his little quirks and smiles, but didn't really say that out loud.

"Gabe-" 'Don't stop' is what she wants to finish that sentence off with but she's distracted by his fingers brushing along sensitive parts of her body; Bela rocks her hips a little, urging him to continue before he moves his fingers away. Damn him. She should have known he was just teasing again.

Until he freed her from her underwear. Partially at least. Bela could forgive Gabriel for teasing through him progressing things even further.

"Like you said." Gabriel flicks the underwear over his head, already forgotten as it flies past his shoulder, and just beams. "No sense in rushing things."

Luckily, to back up this potentially eye roll-inducing statement, he leans down and slides Bela's dress over her stomach, applying the wet warmth of his mouth to where his fingers had just been giving her a little satisfaction. His tongue flicks in a lazy rhythm, as his thumb rubs a gentle circle just inside of her hip.

Not rushing things is a lot more fun. It certainly has more payoff.

Over time, Bela had grown used to his sometimes awful sense of humour. Well, mostly. Right now, she didn't really care how cheesy Gabriel was going to be, there were other more important things to be focusing on.

Like his mouth.

She hums with pleasure at the feeling of his tongue brushing along sensitive folds, her hips lifting up a little from the mattress. Yes, definitely not caring about anything else. Bela groans out something that sounds like his name, but it's impossible to tell for sure. Her hand moves down until its gripping the back of Gabriel's head, making him fully aware of where she wants him to stay.

He grins, pleased, when her hand comes up and presses against his head, letting him know exactly where he needs to be. And right now, he's more than willing to give it to her. Gabriel pays special attention to what seems to make her respond the most as he laps and presses, keeping up that rhythm as he gives her the attention she truly deserves.

She's a beautiful woman, and for tonight she's all his. He couldn't ask for more.

Well, he could, but it would be ridiculous. Even he knows that. Sometimes you need to savor the simple things.

Gabriel moves his hand to press down light against Bela's hip, keeping her in place — but gently. Giving her something else to focus on for a tiny second before his tongue gets back in action.

She had to give him some form of direction, even if he was doing just fine by himself. A few pleasured sounds fall from her lips like a prayer as she grasps at his head, pulling on his hair with her fingers. She preferred this kind of pace, liked how the experience was prolonged before the pleasure overwhelmed her and she reached that edge.

The hand on her hip doesn't stop Bela from moving against him; she couldn't help an instinctive reaction to what Gabriel was doing. "...Yes-" A curse goes left unsaid, but one might slip out later, depending on what else he has up his sleeve.

Her grip loosens on his head before she pulls back her hand entirely, moving it to hold onto the mattress below. She needed something else to hold onto as well as giving Gabriel a bit of a break, lest Bela yank his hair out.

That wouldn't be very nice of her.

Even when you can simply snap your fingers and put the hair back, the whole yanking thing isn't really a kink of the angel's. Some pulling, yes, but not that much. So when Bela's hand moves to the sheets, Gabriel knows he's on a good track. He smirks, pleased, as he continues on the same track, watching her body very carefully for what made it shudder and move upward.

And he continues those movements, especially, thumb rubbing soft circles in her skin as he keeps his tongue busy.

They have all night, and he wouldn't mind kicking off the occasion by having her challenge the sound-proofing in the walls. No one's around to hear them, anyway, as he uses one of his fingers to add sensation to the top of her folds, alongside his tongue.

"..Gabe..." She groans, tightening her grip on the mattress below and pushes her hips hard against him, finding it difficult not to. "...Fuck-" Yep, not really caring about the slip of the tongue right now. "Don't stop." A 'please' is in there somewhere but maybe Bela didn't need to even say it in the first place. Gabriel knew what she liked and knew how to achieve it; part of the reason why she spent evenings with him.

The longer he keeps this up, the more certain Bela is that it won't be long for her either. Not that she particularly minds of course, they can just as easily do this all over again. She makes another sound, a softer one this time- more of a whimper than anything else- and lifts her hips up from the bed, seeking to feel what he was giving her from a different angle.

When the please is in the desperation of her voice, or her movements, that's the best please of all. Gabriel chuckles quietly, using one hand to keep her steady and hold her when she lifts her hips — angelic strength has its uses. Right now, said use is for keeping her mostly in one place as he only increases the pressure and rhythm of his movements.

No need to worry — he wouldn't even stop if someone dropped a bomb on the place.

"That's it," he coaxes, swirling with his tongue. If he had to pick a favorite moment, a favorite look of hers, it would definitely be this one.

As strong as Bela could be, she wasn't able to move too much whenever Gabriel kept his hand against her. But she still enjoyed pushing against him, building up friction and extra pressure that made everything all the more pleasurable for her. And then he was only adding fuel to the fire, making her feel better with the increased pressure and the change in rhythm.

She moans out his name, remembering how to breathe at the same time. Kind of difficult when everything was overwhelming and she was so close, achingly so. The easier thing to do is to stop holding back and just give in, let it completely take over.

Which is what Bela does a moment or two later, finally reaching her climax with a low groan, a lot quieter than she expected. She wants him. Needs him. As soon as he wanted to.

Gabriel enjoys making a woman shake the walls with her cries, but he almost enjoys the quieter reactions even more. For one, there's less chance that the woman in question is faking. An awful lot of ladies like to fool guys with loud, wanton keens, which Gabriel really doesn't understand. Make your partner work for it. Let him know where his or her technique lacks. Enjoy yourself — don't let sex become some sort of dull routine.

He hasn't, in the thousands of years he's been on Earth.

Smiling against her skin, the archangel-turned-trickster presses a kiss to her hip as he sits up.

"Good?"

They still have plenty of time for any improvement that needs to be done.

They had spent enough time together to learn what each other liked, so there was no danger of Bela faking it with him. Apart from that, she would probably argue that he's among the best she has ever had- something that Bela should mention at some point, just to stroke his ego.

She hums with delight at the kiss, feeling more than satisfied.

"More than good." Bela grins, reaching over with a hand to run her fingers down his cheek, cupping his face afterwards. "Incredible." Things could only get better from here. Pretty much a given.

"Now what?" She's almost coy as she says it, waiting for his reaction.

"Lady's choice," he says easily, leaning his head into Bela's hand. Gabriel has enough patience to last a lifetime. And has waited lifetimes, for certain things. Of course Bela has less than that, but the point is — whatever he wants, he can wait for it. He wants Bela to feel amazing, because that's how he judges these things.

Not just on how he feels. His brothers would probably be shocked about that, but what they don't know — and will probably never know — won't hurt them.

"I'm open to requests."

"How kind." Her hand doesn't stray from his face, continuing to smile. She thought that Gabriel might have asked her to do something for him but that didn't seem to be the case; not that Bela minded of course. They did have all evening and could catch up on things in the morning time as well.

She reaches over with her other hand to take a hold of his arm and pull him closer to her; it's only a short distance, considering how close they were already.

"Then I request that we have sex."

Straight to the point.

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apologies for the slow!

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