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Kiss of an Angel
After Meg watched Clarence off Crowley, she smiled as she thought of her nickname for him, that trench coat wearing angel. Wow, her heart raced as she thought how good he looked while burning Crowley's bones. What in hell? Demons don't think that way about the other team. Nope, never.
She disappeared before they could change their minds and kill her.
Besides she needed time alone to decide what to feel and do about this… new development.
She had wanted Lucifer to rule. She was Lucifer's right hand now that Crowley was gone. That had been her goal starting out. While Crowley had been out for himself only, taking over in Lucifer's absence. But this might change things…
No… no don't be stupid… she told herself, she really couldn't feel this… not for an angel. Not now, not when she was about to get everything the way she wanted.
But technically if Lucifer was an angel-fallen, but still an angel, then that was basically the same thing, right? Was it much different? Shit, she ran a hand through her hair, that kiss must have fried her brain, jumbling everything.
Hell, she had actually enjoyed herself fighting with the Winchesters and Clarence. Was she going soft? Had Clarence's kiss been like some kind of poison? Seeps into your skin and fucks up your mind? Because seriously, having these kinds of feelings for an Angel of Heaven was going to get her killed… by both sides... Twice.
Her hand slid up to her lips as she touched them remembering him slamming her against the wall and kissing her back. That kiss had been so many things, not many that she even understood yet. She had had to lean against the wall a few seconds to catch her breath and regain the strength in her weakened knees. She felt a kaleidoscope of emotions that she'd never felt before. That kiss had left her breathless and wanting more. Now how sick is that? She wanted to be touched by an angel… she snorted at that, it reminded her of that tv show she'd seen one time by that name. She snickered, only she was pretty sure what she wanted wasn't ever on that show! She continued to snicker; she was so going to hell for her thoughts.
The End