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Hunter had left for the mechanics half an hour ago and that's when Becca decided she didn't care if her boss fired her or not. It didn't matter whether she went or not. It's not like she earned a huge amount anyway; and her boss was laid back. He understood her circumstances and problems and helped out where he could. Becca leaned against the kitchen bench and waited for the kettle to boil. She glanced to the sliding back door and saw Casper. His tongue dangling out and his tail wagging; he wanted to play.

Later.

The kettle hissed and churned out steam so she poured it into her favourite kitty mug with a peppermint tea bag. She placed both hands around the ceramic surface and waited for it to brew. Out the window she saw Casper run down the tiny yard and out of sight. She poured a touch of milk into her tea and started walking towards the back door. Casper darted across her line of sight before running back, like he was retrieving a ball or something. She stepped outside and sat at one of the outside lounges as he disappeared around the corner. Pulling her legs up onto the lounge she let the heat of her tea soak into her before tentatively taking a sip. It was rather chilly outside and she'd only put a knitted sweater on over her pajamas. Casper came hurtling back around the corner chasing after an unidentifiable object. He caught the now distinguished tennis ball between his jaws and raced back to where he'd come from. Becca cocked her head; a curious habit. It was weird. Casper had either learned to fetch with himself or someone was throwing it for him. The ball was flying again with such a force that it rebounded off the fence a rolled to Becca's lounge. The German Shepard trotted over, tongue lolling out and rested his chin on her knee. She gave in and petted him, stroking the silky fur along his head and neck. She didn't even notice someone circle around the side of the house; not until he cleared his throat. Becca looked up, stunned and Chris stared back, hopeful.

"Becca, don't talk; just listen. I know I frightened you the other night but Becca you have to understand that I need to see you." She didn't reply just stared. "I know you don't believe that I'm here right now but Becca I am. You were right in thinking I died, a Guide took my life, then I went to heaven. Most people are happy with that; eternal rest but I wasn't. I wouldn't settle until I saw you again. Please believe I'm here right now." His eyes were as she remembered, a soft blue and they held the vulnerability she remembered when he was most sensitive.

"I want to believe you but I think I may be going crazy."

"You don't think I'm real?" Chris asked gently. His eyes glimmered with frozen emotion. She nodded and his determination to convince her flourished.

"Do you want me to prove it to you?" Another nod. Chris began to work at the buttons of his dark leather jacket, he then shucked it off. Beneath it he wore a steely blue shirt, a shade grayer than his eyes. He peeled that off too; revealing the toned, hard muscles of his torso. Becca remembered him looking good before he left but his body had changed to something of an actor of a superhero.

"So being shirtless will convince me you're real?" He shook his head and gave her a mischievous half smile.

"Just wait." He squeezed his eyes shut as if he was in pain. His fists clenched making the skin around the knuckles turn white and pink. His shoulder hunched forward and it looked as though he was bracing for on oncoming of agony. A blinding white light began to burst from his chest and work its way outward. Just before Becca lost sight of his whole body she watched his face contort into a grimace. Becca was on the edge of her seat; staring with her mouth gaping open and her hands clenching her mug and the scruff of Casper's neck like a lifeline. By the time the light dissipated her heart was thundering in her chest like a herd of untamed horses. Wide eyed Becca saw Chris standing where he was moments ago; unchanged. Unless you count the giant angelic wings now protruding from his back. The feathers glowed in the pale sunlight each with an individual shimmer. All of them were perfectly formed and none were damaged in the slightest. They were the colour of snow, pure and unblemished. Which was nice but Becca thought he would look sexier and more rugged with black wings. His fingers relaxed from the balls they'd formed and he looked up at her, a thin sheen of perspiration sticking to his forehead and temples. He gave her another half smile.

"How's this?"

"You'd look sexier with black." She replied. Maybe he had convinced her, maybe she believed he was really here with her. She could see him as well as she did when they were in high school. She could hear his voice, calm and steady like when he'd told her the way the elements fuse with everyday life on the beach at the party. She could practically smell the sweat on his skin. Putting her mug down on the outdoor sofa she stumbled over to him and fell; right into his embrace. His strong muscular arms caught her frail frame and circled around her. Well she could feel him alright.

Sight: tick.

Sound: tick.

Scent: tick.

Touch: tick.

That left one more sense until she'd believe him. Becca let her eyes flutter shut and slowly tipped her head up, leaning deeper and deeper into him with each passing second. Soon she felt a heartbeat of warmth across her lips. Then again, but longer, like he'd been put on pause. His hands found their way onto the small of her back and gently but persistently pushed her against him. She didn't think to resist and didn't think to deny her longing as his tongue slipped into her mouth clashing with her own. She let out a moan she'd been saving for three years and sent her hands over his slightly sweaty torso into his matted dark hair. Her fingers toyed with a strand of hair and then remembered the feathered wings exiting the flesh of his back. She felt some of the muscles in his back tighten as she ran her fingers over the silky down at the base of the wings. All of a sudden the breeze was blocked out from touching her skin as was the sun and with a start realized he'd wrapped his angel wings around her. His mouth was hard yet soft against hers all at once. And he felt as though he was rushed and feverish like he'd been starved of oxygen. Maybe she'd been what he needed to keep him alive not the gases in the atmosphere. Becca could relate and kissed him back with just as much longing and feverishness and passion. His arms wrapped tighter around her until her breath came in shorter rasps. When they finally broke apart both were panting, Becca was also slightly squeezed and short of breath that way. Chris stepped back from her like he'd just committed a mortal sin and watched her with a glazed gaze. She observed with pain that they were tears brimming his eyelids.

"Bex," he whispered. "I've waited so long to be with you. I've missed you so much." Though his voice was hushed, she heard it break. Tears cut down his face and he stepped away even further.

"To be rejected by you now would destroy me. I was sent back only to see you, anyone else is a bonus. If you turn me away now I'll never see you or any of my friends or family again."

"Chris why are you—" saying this? Was what she wanted to ask but the words died on her lips. She knew what he meant, it just took time to compute in her head. He didn't think she believed in him yet. He thought she believed he was still just a monster of her imagination. Seeing his pain brought on her own. A choking sound exited Becca's lips and tears streaked her face.

"Chris I believe." She sobbed. "Okay? I believe!" Her voice shook as it raised and she stumbled over to him; falling into his arms. His mind must have been as murky and unbalanced as Becca's as after he caught her tiny body against his own he toppled forward. His knees gave in and they fell; Chris on top of Becca. Her lips came up to his and their mouths clashed together in a mess of tears, kisses, passion, love and lust. They kissed for what felt like an eternity but could have been mere minutes.

"Don't you dare leave me again. Do you understand me?" Becca choked out against the clutch of his mouth. "Becca I understand." He replied and they broke apart. He lifted them to their feet and gave Becca a once over to make sure he hadn't hurt her when they fell. She was about to tell her she loved him when his attention moved. He stood straighter like he'd heard something and she could imagine a dog doing the same action, making his ears prick up.

"Hunter's home." He said and began to back away. The light began to erupt from his chest the same way it had when his wings appeared. He looked back to her.

"I love you."

Then he was gone the light had expanded then dissolved into the early morning light.

"I love you, too." She whispered. More tears escaped her watch as she stepped back inside. Then she remembered what Chris had said. She ran to the door and yanked it open letting the cool breeze and caressing sunlight hit her face. Hunter was already on the porch, his hand on the door handle. He came in as the door did and they collided. Hunter had his arms around her, his chest rising and falling with sweat dampening his thin work shirt. He looked at her face; the aftermath of Chris leaving her again. He swept an annoying strand of hair behind her ear.

"What happened?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Likewise." He clearly knew she was just as concerned about him as he was for her.

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