this is super short and awful but there aren't nearly enough fics in this fandom and it's depressing
may or may not add more chapters to this, unrelated or not. we'll see.
You tell yourself it's natural, being a mostly-straight woman with a healthy sexual appetite, to be easily attracted to a man like Gabriel. You haven't had a proper lay in what seems like years, anyway, and he's looking at you in that way he always does, eyes soft and probing all at once. His disheveled appearance doesn't help matters, either; his hair is mussed and his sweat-soaked shirt rides up slightly to reveal his happy trail and oh god, Riley, don't you dare follow that path, don't you dare.
"See something you like?" he inquires coyly, and your eyes snap back to his, ready as always with a retort.
"Not much to see," you state, watching as he scoffs and takes a step forward, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, scruff chafing tantalizingly at your cheek.
"Don't be so sure about that, princess."
Before you even have time to reply, his breath leaves your ear and travels to your neck, and you feel rather than see him smile as you inhale sharply. "W-what the hell, Gabriel?"
"Shh," he hums, silencing you with a chaste kiss to the lips. "If you want this as much as I do, Riley, don't ask any more questions."
You let your bodies do the talking for the rest of the night.