He moved slowly, testing out how this would work, helpful hands helping me sink back down into the bedding. I looked up at him as he took in every inch of my naked skin, every vulnerability I had slipping away.

Michael's fingers caressed my cheek and traced my lips, my breath catching in my throat.

I kissed him passionately as he gripped my sides, my body bowing up to his. I could feel my skin flush, the heat of his hands pressing into the small of my back as he held me tightly. Michael groaned as I wrapped my legs around him loosely, my body pressed against his. He laid a gentle kiss to the bandages on my shoulder before reaching up to stroke away a loose piece of hair, his eyes searching mine. And then his hand tangled in my curly hair as his lips grazed over my throat, snatching back quickly but not enough to hurt me. In fact, it was very hot- hot enough that my entire body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending in my body was exactly that- on fire. Every time my breasts pressed against his skin, his abs against my taut stomach and his lips against mine, I fidgeted uncontrollably. And that made him smile.

My knee pushed up against his hip and I finally felt him flush against me, my breath catching again. I could tell he was trying to drag this out as long as he could… and I was impatient, but glad. I wanted this night to be filled with him; I knew this could be once in a life time. He kissed me again, but it was much different…

It was heaven.

He was heaven- safe, warm, the only place where I could truly feel like myself; he was home. This man had gone against all that he had believed in to be with me and more pain than I was worth. He had given me hope and so I could give him all of me, mind, body and soul.

I could give him forever.

I groaned once as he pulled us closer than I had ever thought was possible, my body arching back in one fluid movement. One of my hands was curled around the back of his neck and the other was digging into his hip, my leg hooked around one of his knees. Struggling to breathe, I brought his forehead down to mine, his breath hot and sweet against my cheek. "I love you," Michael whispered.

His body was relentless and I could only imagine what he was feeling right now, making my own arousal that much better. He was what had been missing for so long and to give him all of me… that completed me. Michael closed his eyes and the knee that rested on the outside of my hips pressed against me, urging me closer. "Michael." I whispered his name breathlessly, my mind completely clouded by sheer lust. My nails dug into the base of his scalp, making him arch back once. I didn't like that much, I wanted complete skin on skin contact.

This was real. He was real. And he was mine.

Completely, utterly and irrevocably mine.

His hand moved to hitch my leg higher around his hips, his pace quickening. I felt bad about the steady stream of obscenities I was spewing, but there was nothing else to say, nothing else to describe this. Besides, the word only seemed to encourage Michael, every curse and every swear like gasoline to the burning inferno that was our passion.

I knew with one look in his eyes that I had forever corrupted him. He was hungry for more, his weight pressing me into the sheets, his burning hands grasping onto me for dear life.

Michael drove into me hard enough that I should have hit the headboard, but his hand lashed out to steady us, his expression one of absolute bliss and almost arrogant satisfaction. I dug my nails again into his hip, most likely drawing blood as the ridiculously overwhelming pressure began to build inside of me. "Michael," I squealed as I attempted to arch up in an effort to escape myself, Michael's body holding me down as a pleasure to rival the rapture took a hold of me.

He tightened up all over, muscles standing out in relief, his body shining from a beautiful sheen of sweat. I nearly fainted from the ecstasy and apparently he almost did too, Michael digging his teeth into the pillow behind me as he growled with release.

I gasped for air, my breath coming in rattling pants.

Michael looked at me and just closed his eyes, nestling his face in my shoulder. His breathing was just as ragged as my own, the beauty that was his body struggling to comprehend the waves of emotion, hormones and adrenaline rushing throughout him. It was a long time before he was able to speak, my hands comforting him as I smoothed back his hair. "Definitely one of the better parts of being human," he panted.

"Doing this isn't gonna help you focus any better, is it?"

"No."

Michael was propped up against the headboard, his arm around my shoulders and fingers dragging lazily up and down my arm. Earlier I had been mystified how his alabaster skin and my own caramel hue could look so… right together and now I was involved with his body, my breathing still heavy from our fourth round of the night.

I touched a round puckered scar unlike the other slashes, curious. "Lucifer's spear."

"This scar," I questioned quietly, fingering a particularly large one on his chest.

"Gabriel."

I nodded once before sighing and turning my attention to his tattoos, my brow furrowing in concentration. I knew this language: Arcana, the language of the Angels. These tattoos spoke of- "The extermination? And survivors," I asked, removing my cheek from his hot, blood-flushed skin. Michael looked down at me and nodded, but he seemed to be confused, his eyes searching mine, "You can read the instructions?"

"Yeah, isn't it simple?"

"No, not really," he said, his tone one of disbelief. Michael looked at me for a few seconds longer before turning to glare at the clock, sighing. "Its my watch."

I nodded and sat up, making to move out of the bed.

"Ow!"

He was in front of me in an instant, kneeling there was he looked me over for any injuries. "Lily, what is it? Has your shoulder been reinjured? Is it something that I did?"

"No Michael, you didn't do anything. I'm just stiff- all over," I complained, standing so I could stretch. Michael watched me, a burning, unsatisfied look in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow and swallowed, pulling on an overly large tee shirt. "If you keep looking at me like that…" Michael began to back away from me, my movements almost predatory even as I backed away from him. "I think you'll find that I have no control when it comes to you," Michael replied honestly.

I smiled in defeat and padded over to where he stood, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. Giving him a gentle kiss, I pushed him back onto the bed, "Then let's make it quick."