[William is already kissing Gabriel back just as passionately when the door opens, light spilling into the closet and intruding on the pair of them and their antics. And at first William is going to ignore it too, completely wrapped up in each touch from the angel to give a damn about anyone who could be watching.
And then common sense kicks in like a bucket of cold water, William jerking back from the kiss sharply. He's already manuevering himself to move back, doing his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. Oh crap, this is a whole lot of trouble he doesn't need right now considering he's a) principate of Vega, b) consorting with an angel, and c) engaged to be married to someone else. The look he throws Gabriel is apologetic, though not without lust. It's going to take at least three cold showers or more, William already flustered and headed for the door. Maybe he could make a dignified exit? Who knows?]
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And then common sense kicks in like a bucket of cold water, William jerking back from the kiss sharply. He's already manuevering himself to move back, doing his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. Oh crap, this is a whole lot of trouble he doesn't need right now considering he's a) principate of Vega, b) consorting with an angel, and c) engaged to be married to someone else. The look he throws Gabriel is apologetic, though not without lust. It's going to take at least three cold showers or more, William already flustered and headed for the door. Maybe he could make a dignified exit? Who knows?]
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