A/N: OMG it works it finally works! Thank Yoooooooouuuuu! Sorry everyone this was supposed to be up the other day but I was having problems getting my files loaded onto here and so I just recently found out I could do it! So here's your long awaited chapter. I think a lot of you have been waiting for this since chapter one of the first story X) sorry for such a long wait X) I tried to make this more toned down and gentle as I could and I hope I was able to accomplish at least a bit of that. Later in my other stories I'm gonna try different ways to set these kinds of scenes but I wanted to go from something somewhat hard core (as what you can see in some of my other stories) to something a little more gentle and caring. I hope I got it all well spaced out and some what believable!

So sex scene everyone! Please don't read this chapter if that offends you; you don't need to anyways if you still want to see where and how this story ends. In no way does it impede you from understanding everything towards the end!

I should also say the last two chapters were betaed by me so any mistakes are all mine. I hope it's not too bad and that you guy can read through it well enough :)

Hope you enjoy and I'm going through the next chapter as well so expect my two updates again either today or tomorrow!

CelestialAngel ^I^

They reappeared inside the large wooden cabin that they had called their home since coming to this small village; she breathed in the heady aroma of wood smoke, and the smell of baking chocolate. It always had such a comfortable air to the place. Walking over to the couch she patted the place beside her, enticing Gabe to sit next to her. Slowly, the archangel shuffled over, still not meeting her gaze. He sat timidly at the end of his seat, as if in a rush to jump up should he need to. The fire warmed her back as she faced him.

"So, an archangel, huh?" she said into the quiet.

Gabriel looked down at his hands, as he sat hunched over, his honey gold hair falling in his eyes. He didn't answer her.

"Gabe," she said gently to his back as he turned away. She fidgeted nervously in her seat; she needed to get him to look at her. "Gabriel," she said his full name this time, almost tasting the way his name sounded in her mouth. His golden eyes snapped up to her and he gazed at her quietly. He sighed.

"Gabriel, please look at me," she said pleadingly. He looked up at her again, unable to deny her when she pleaded in that tone of voice with her. "I'm not mad," he snorted at that in disbelief, "no it's true!" she exclaimed loudly. She sighed and took a deep breath. "I won't lie and say I'm not disappointed that you couldn't have told me sooner," she began calmly again, "but I understand."

Gabriel stood up at that and looked around the large house, except at her. He rubbed his chin as his eyes sparked. "How could you? I lied to you this long; you should be raving at me! Hell, this place should be burnt down to the ground."

She frowned at that. "Why would you say that?"

"Because, Amy," he said finally looking at her with his piercing gaze, "I know you don't like being lied to, or secrets being kept from you. You're not the kind of person who just takes that and runs."

She sighed and clasped her hands tightly in her lap. "Is that what you really think?"

He looked at her puzzled for a second, before he cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"That I would just explode on you, and not even allow you the chance to explain to me why?" she asked him in disbelief. "Gabe, I'm not the same person that I was when you first met me. I've matured; I want to be better and more importantly I want to give you the benefit of the doubt."

He looked down at that. She stood up and walked over to him, situating herself in front of him, she raised her hands and lightly cupped his cheeks in the palms of her hands. Forcing his eyes to look into hers, she smiled at him. "I know why you did what you did," she told him gently, "I don't blame you for keeping it a secret. You weren't just trying to protect yourself, you were trying to protect me as well." He tried to look down again, but her hands stayed firm forcing him to keep eye contact. "But Gabe, you don't have to do that anymore. I want you to look at me and see an equal. I want you to be able to trust me fully and not feel like you need to keep me in the dark to protect me; because I'm telling you, that won't always work, and it will just get us both killed."

He gazed at her sadly. "I do trust you though, Amy."

"Then show it," she pleaded with him as she leaned in slowly and kissed him lightly on the lips.

His eyes closed at the gentle touch of her lips on his; they felt like rose petals, soft to the touch, and then her teeth nipped his lip playfully, like a pair of thorns. He reared back and looked at her; she grinned mischievously at his startled look; slowly, he grinned back too.

Falling back into her embrace he gripped her around the waist in his arms, like steel bands, keeping her in place. Her arms came around his neck and threaded into his wavy brown hair as she gasped into the sensual press of his lips; his arms holding her steady into his rock solid chest. Their mouths parted for a minute, to which Gabriel took the initiative and began trailing light kisses across her jaw, giving her ear lobe a light nick. She gasped at the sudden treatment and couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up from her chest. He ignored her amusement and licked his way down her neck from her ear lobe. She tilted her head back to try and give him more access, to which he growled his pleasure.

"Ohh, Gabe," she moaned out.

He pulled away from her neck and she moved her head so that she could look at him. Her blues eyes were darkened by the arousal coursing through her veins and her skin was a deep red as she blushed from the roots of her hair down to her chest. Gabe couldn't help the small chuckle that emanated from him at seeing the frazzled look of her gaze. Her hair was already mused and he didn't remember running his fingers in it once.

"Are you ready?" he asked her hoarsely, his voice husky with arousal.

She smiled at him. "I've been ready for a long time, Gabe," she admitted to him honestly.

His eyes darkened into a molten gold and he turned around. Grabbing an afghan that Jazz had knitted a few months ago he unfolded it, and spread it across the hearth, in front of the fire. Magicking some pillows, into appearance, he turned around and swept her off her feet. Gently he leaned down and placed her in the center of his nest on the floor. She shifted as she found a comfortable position and then looked up at him with a heated expression.

"You know I feel like we should go for an easy jog," she said conversationally.

Gabriel arched an eyebrow at her. "Oh, really?"

She smiled widely at that. "Yes I do. Can we take it easy though? I'm not exactly used to the pace."

Gabriel smiled gently at her and leaned over. He gently bestowed a light kiss again on her lips and then pulled away to stare into her eyes, not two feet away from her. "We can go at whatever pace you're comfortable with, Amy."

She smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you, Gabriel."

He began kissing her again as he slowly maneuvered his body to hover above her. One of his hands came up and cupped the left hand side of her face, massaging her cheek gently with his thumb. She groaned into the kiss at the gentle treatment. His other hand gripped her hip, gently yet firmly.

His tongue toyed with her own, almost whispering to her in loving caresses. Slowly the hand on her hip began to move upwards, stroking her feverish, tingling skin, with his somewhat rough palms. She gasped into the kiss and arched further into his touch, inviting him to explore further.

Her outright eagerness for this scared her somewhat, but it was overwhelmed by the burning inferno raging inside her body, in want, need and the passionate embrace of two lovers. She gasped as she felt his hand make contact to the underside of her bra. Gabe groaned into the skin of her neck. She shuddered at the groan as it vibrated into the very core of her being. Bringing her head up she bit the side of his neck gently, causing Gabriel to shudder against her body.

He pulled back and stared at her, below him, with a heated stare. His hands had moved to toy with the bottom edge of her shirt and she smiled up at him, nodding slightly. She had butterflies running through her stomach but she was emboldened by the light shining in his eyes.

He pulled the shirt over her head, discarding it quickly behind them, and then returned his gaze to look at her. She thought the urge to cover herself with her hands, even though she still wore her bra, and instead balled her hands up in fists on either side of her in the afghan.

"You really are the most beautiful, sweetest thing, I have ever seen," Gabriel murmured to her softly.

She couldn't help the blush that she felt heat up her skin at his words. "You're pretty handsome yourself," she said with a wink, "I don't think it's very fair though for you to still be fully clothed."

He arched an eyebrow at her boldness. "I quite agree with that." Smirking at her he tossed his jacket off to join her shirt in the background, and then slowly unbuttoned his plaid shirt underneath. Stripping off too she couldn't help but lick her lips at the smooth plains of his hard chest. Sitting up, her legs still spread wide as he sat in between them; she ran her hands up his smooth skin; reveling in the feel of his muscles rippling under her curious, cool and innocent touch.

She looked up and met his gaze; he smiled down at her and she offered him a small one of her own. "Like what you see?" he whispered huskily down to her.

She smiled so wide that she felt like her cheeks would be sore in the morning. "Most definitely; I see something incredibly sweet."

Gabriel gently reached up with his hands and cupped her face in between his strong gaze; he placed a kiss on her lips and slowly lowered her back down to the pillows and the warm blanket. He stretched his whole body over her, so that his lower body was cradled gently between her legs. She gasped at the feel of his hard length, still encased in denim, rubbing against her center.

Never before had she felt a man's hardness press against her urgently, and with enough heat to send her own body into a steadily growing inferno. She rubbed against him and he moaned as he travelled down her chest, till he came to her right breast still encased in the bra.

His hands moved slowly around her back until he found the clasp. He looked up at her questioningly as she froze slightly. Looking down at him she took a deep breath and nodded. She really was ready for this; arching her back invitingly, so to give him more room, he unsnapped the clasp and she helped take the straps down.

It took all of her self-control to really not block his gaze this time. She may be ready but she still felt a sense of nervousness; what if something was wrong with her? She knew, even then in the heat of the moment, that that was illogical. There was nothing wrong with her; she was a young healthy woman. But it didn't stop those stupid fears from running through her mind.

Gabriel, seemingly able to sense her distress, cupped one of her breasts and lightly fondled the swollen globe as the nipple pebbled under his touch. "Beautiful," he murmured quietly to her as he took the hard nub in his mouth.

Her mouth dropped open into a silent 'o' as she felt his tongue lave against her sensitive skin. Gabriel nipped and sucked her nipple hard as if he found it a tasty treat. He could feel her squirming and writhing underneath his body as she thrashed. Her moans and whimpers were music to his ears, and he couldn't help the smirk that came over his features, with her nipple still safely in his mouth. His right hand played with her left breast, as he sucked on her right one, molding the globe into his hand. They were the perfect size for his hands he thought; soft, round and just perfect for the right handful each.

Amy thrashed her head from side to side above him completely lost in the pleasure he was invoking in her. She gripped his head hard against her breast, silently begging for more attention to her aching breast. The heat between her legs grew to a fever pitch as she felt his sucks to her nipple and his hard length rubbing tantalizingly against her center. She tried to rub her legs together to relieve some of the heat, totally forgetting that Gabe was sitting cushioned comfortably on top of her, that was how lost she was in the sensations.

'Does it always feel this good?' she thought to herself silently as she choked on another groan as Gabriel moved to her other breast, beginning to lavish attention on the neglected twin. Her head rolled to the side and stared into the flickering flames beside her. Running her fingers over his back, she lightly scratched him every once in a while, reveling in the shivers that that provoked in him.

He left her breast silently and slowly trailed down her smooth stomach, stopping when he came to the button of her jeans. Her eyes popped open wide as she leaned her body up on her elbows, in order to look down at him. He smirked up at her as he popped the button open. Swallowing harshly she lifted her hips, allowing him access to slide her jeans off of her body.

Sitting up he gripped her jeans and slid them off so that she was clad in only her white, lace panties. As he chucked her jeans away to, he lifted her foot up to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her foot as if worshiping her.

She smiled at him through her blush as she watched him slowly kiss up her leg. Gently he pushed her to lie back down as he came to her panties. She tensed up when she felt his hot breath against her center and couldn't help the shiver that spread through her, from the tips of her toes, all the way up.

"Relax," Gabriel told her gently as he gripped her panties on either side, "ready?" When he had received a nod from her, he ripped her panties off of her. She gasped in shock then couldn't stop the loud laughing. He looked up at her in puzzlement.

"I'm sorry," she said through fits of giggles, "I just wasn't expecting that. It reminded me of something Tarzan would do." She was laughing so hard that she didn't realize that he had lowered his head and took one long swipe of her most private of places.

Her body froze and her voice became lodged, and stuck somewhere. His hand came up and a large palm placed itself on her stomach forcing her, gently, back down to lie flat.

She followed his gesture but couldn't stop her mouth from beginning to talk; it seemed she had found her voice after all. "Wait, Gabe, you don't have to do this. I mean isn't it kind of … I don't know ooooohhhh."

Gabe chuckled lightly between her thighs, at her center. "Seriously, Amy? You're gonna be screaming for this before you even know it," he assured her sounding very confident.

Amy huffed out a breath. "I don't know, it's just so intimate, and I don't want you to feel like-"

Before she could finish, Gabriel had latched onto her clit hidden under its small hood and gave a small suck on the small nub. Her eyes shot open and one of her hands came down to cradle him in between her thighs.

Gabriel smirked against her as he continued his attention to the small, little love button. He laved his tongue against it, being careful about his teeth. She was beginning to squirm as she became lost in his ministrations; placing a hand on her hip, to help keep her still, he brought his other hand to her entrance. She was so far gone in her pleasure that she never even realized that one of his fingers had come close to her center. He checked and was highly encouraged by her overwhelming wetness, that she was ready. Slowly he slid his first finger into her entrance; groaning against her nub as he felt her walls clench around his intruding digit.

Amy panted in wanton abandon as she felt the foreign intruder inside her. Her mouth was open in an attempt to get more oxygen into her starving lungs. She felt the finger begin thrusting within her as Gabriel continued placing attention on her opening. She could feel him licking around the area, moving his other hand in order to keep her open to his gaze. He stopped for a second and inserted a second finger within her. She gasped, and threw her hand back to grip the pillows behind her, while her other hand began tugging on his hair forcefully.

Somewhere in the far reaches of the back of her mind she thought she should feel embarrassed at being so exposed to the archangel's penetrative stare; but in reality it sent a sharp zing travel through her body and ignite her senses making her crave more of his undivided attention rather than shy away from it.

Gabriel watched her reactions closely as he started thrusting his fingers inside her. Traveling up her body again he stopped at her lips capturing her in another soul wrenching kiss. It was sloppy, full of tongue and teeth, but he would have it no other way. When he thought she was ready, he slipped a third finger inside, stretching her walls even further.

Amy all but snarled at the sensations. His fingers themselves felt so large inside her and she panted with need as she bucked, and thrust her hips back on his motions, all thoughts of shame gone from her mind.

"Look at me," Gabriel whispered down to her.

Her eyes peeled open as she did her best to comply. He stared down at her, his eyes so darkened with lust, that she couldn't even see the pupils anymore. Gasping as his heated stare lit her body to even greater heights, her other arm came down and she gripped his bicep hard, leaving small crescent moons embedded in his skin.

"Cum for me, Amy," he rasped down at her, the strain of the intimate act taking hold. His fingers began to go faster and hooked towards the end that had her wailing in abandonment. A shock of pleasure shot straight up her spine as his fingers began hitting a highly pleasurable spot. She looked up at him in confusion and he smirked. "It's called your G-spot," he told her panting.

"Please, Gabe-"

"What? Cum for me, Amy," he whispered to her again huskily, "I know you want to; just let it go."

With a small whimper she clenched suddenly; her whole body locked, all her muscles bowed at the overwhelming pleasure that flooded her body. She could feel Gabe's fingers still lodged inside her but not moving, as they slowly stroked her G-spot again and again. She could feel the inner workings of her vagina seemingly attempting to milk his fingers, in a gripping massage. With one last, large gasp she collapsed fully against the pillows; her breasts heaving up and down from the great lungful's of air that she was gasping in. Her eyes were wide open starring up at him, and a deep blush covered her cheeks. Sweat seemed to have soaked her through and through but the heat was enough to keep her content for a little while.

Slowly, Gabriel pulled his fingers out from her opening and held them up. She watched as he took his glistening fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them as if they were a treat. His eyes closed and he groaned deeply at the taste.

After he had finished, his fingers popped out with a lewd squelching noise and he smiled down at her. "Delicious," he murmured softly, "I think that's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in a while."

"I'm glad you liked it," she said between pants causing him to chuckle.

He leaned down and they shared another sweet, tender kiss. She could taste her essence on the tip of his tongue as he flicked it playfully with hers. Suddenly, she felt the full press of his naked body on her and she looked up, leaning back slightly, to end the kiss. He gazed at her with a puzzled look.

"You haven't cummed yet," she said as a way of an explanation.

It was true; the archangel was still hard and throbbing against her thigh. It seemed with every throb of his large appendage, her own core answered it with a throb of its own. He looked down at her, slightly hesitant.

"You're sure?" he whispered quietly.

She couldn't help the snort of laughter and the rolling of her eyes. "Gabriel, if I wasn't sure, I never would have let you just do that to me," she teased him.

He smiled then sat up above her. As much as her curiosity was begging her to see "it" and fully understand, commit it to memory so to speak, part of her didn't. She was worried that if she looked at it, it would cause her to panic and she would clamp up.

When she saw Gabriel's cock for the first time she couldn't help the slight widening of her eyes. It war large and an angry purple at the head; she could see a milky, pearly colour on the tip and she swallowed thickly. It had to be about 7 inches long and it would have been a good handful for her. Jutting proudly from between his legs his sac fell heavy behind it and she had to take a moment to try and calm her racing heart.

'That's going to actually fit in me?' She couldn't help the thought racing through her mind. 'Holy shit.' Gabriel gave her a questioning look and she nodded to him again.

"Just do it," she whispered to him.

He seemed to understand her fear and nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He placed the tip at her entrance and she felt the spongy head of his cock for the first time against her. This was it, the moment that she would finally loose it. She hadn't been like all the other girls growing up, she never fantasised about how she would lose it, and to whom. It was always a question of; I'll know it's the right time and the right person when I see it. Now, she was glad that she had always held out.

Gabriel stayed paused at her entrance though, and she quirked an eyebrow up at him in question; starting to become worried, if he was maybe having second thoughts. He swallowed and looked down at her from where his cock was waiting to join with her.

"I can take any of the pain away, Amy," he told her gently. She frowned in confusion. "What I mean is, if you feel any kind of discomfort, or before you even do, I can use my grace to shield you, so that all you feel is extreme pleasure."

Her eyes cleared of her confusion and she slowly smiled at him. Of course, he was worried about this being her first time; he didn't want her to feel any pain, and he was worried that no matter how careful he was, she very well still may feel it.

"Gabriel," she began in a hushed voice, "you've already taken all the pain away, I want to feel this. And I mean everything, just the way it's meant to play out. I don't want you masking any of the pain for me; this is one of those things in life that I want to experience fully and completely. I trust myself with you, and I know you won't hurt me."

"Okay," he said to her quietly. He pushed the head of his cock in and she gave a startled gasp at the sensation. If she had to be honest with herself, she was expecting more pain, but maybe that was because he hadn't exactly taken away her virginity quite yet. She could feel his left hand grip her waist firmly as he slowly pushed farther into her.

It was like nothing she had ever felt before; his cock was so large and thick inside her, it amazed her that it actually fit. She knew that the body was capable of many feats that seemed to defy odds, and even though she knew she was being illogical, it was still an intense experience for her.

Gabriel bit back the groan as he pushed farther into her; her walls clenched and massaged him as he traveled in deeper. The heat and wetness was driving him nuts and he had to bite his lip, hard, as he rested above her; using his right arm to keep himself elevated above her.

The skin of her left hip was tingling where the mark was, and where he had been gripping her. She felt him hit something inside her core and she looked up at him. With their eyes locked, he pulled his hips back and then drove straight into her, breaching what was left of her barrier, and sitting in her up to the root of his cock.

Her eyes blew open wide, and her mouth opened in a silent moan of pleasure. She closed her eyes at the sensations of feeling him inside her, in the most intimate way somebody could be. He pulsed and throbbed inside of her, to the tempo of her own centre. She could feel herself gripping and massaging his length, almost as if she were testing the sensations.

It surprised her, the fact that she hardly felt any pain. Maybe, a slight pinch, then nothing. She couldn't believe that this was real, she had just lost her virginity, and to an archangel no less. His breath was ragged in her ear as he trembled against her, in the effort to remain still.

"Amy?" he whispered down to her, "are you okay?"

She snapped out of her reverie and turned her head to look up at him. His eyes shone in concern down at her, as he waited for her response. She smiled at him and lifted herself up to place a small peck on his lips. When she pulled away he looked calm and serene, a gentle look washing across his face.

"I'm more than fine, Gabe." She sighed lying back against the pillows. She shifted her hips, which caused his length to rub up against her sensitive walls, causing both of them to moan at the sensations. "Come on, Gabriel."

He smirked at her then pulled his hips back, pushing them in forcefully. Her eyes widened and she threw back her head in a moan as he bottomed out in her once again and began to pull out. She gripped his shoulders as he began to thrust fast into her, leaving scratches across his back and shoulders as she tried to find some stable ground against the raging storm of emotions, and sensations, in her body. Her hips bucked up to meet his, and with some guidance from the archangel, she was able to meet his thrusts fully; the two of them syncing into an easy, fast rhythm. The world spinning around her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles.

Sweat began to bead her body, and she groaned as Gabriel put his head down, in the midst of his thrusting, and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it again. She shouted loudly with pleasure.

"Gabe!" she screamed out as he kept knifing into her with a steady rhythm. The wet smack of skin on skin, and from where they were joined, should have repulsed her, but instead kicked her heart to an even faster rhythm. She felt the fire on her right hand side, working in tandem with the heat that was infusing her body.

Letting go of her nipple, Gabriel looked back at the writhing nephilim below him. She was trapped in the throes of passion as her head tossed and turned. Her walls clenched and massaged around him, and he could feel a trembling begin to start in her core; she was close, she just needed a nudge.

"Cum for me, Amy," he said hoarsely as he groaned. Her eyes snapped open and locked onto his own. "Cum for me, let go one more time." His arm that was gripping her right hip, gave a shock of grace through him straight into her mark.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she groaned as her muscles locked deliciously around his cock. The throbbing, squeezing and rippling of her muscles sent Gabriel into an equal tail spin. With one last thrust he submerged himself completely inside her and let go himself.

Amy felt as if her head was on cloud nine. She could feel Gabriel climax inside of her and then slump on top of her. She welcomed his weight but was to boneless to embrace him back. Her arms fell out to her sides, and her legs unraveled from his waist, parting open again. Gabriel pulled out of her slowly and then shifted to lie beside her. He made another blanket appear and draped it over the two of them, winding his left arm around her waist protectively. Resting his head on his palm, he watched over her as she slowly came back down to Earth.

Her eyes fluttered open and she saw a hard chest to her left; looking up she saw Gabriel gazing down at her sweetly. She felt his arm wound around her waist and smiled, enjoying the comfort and protectiveness he was oozing around the room. He leaned down and they shared a gentle kiss before he pulled away.

"How was it?" he asked her quietly.

"Mind shattering," she answered honestly, "was it okay for you?" she asked suddenly, irrationally concerned.

Gabe stroked the mark of her hip reassuringly and she smiled at the gentle zing of the grace that he gave her. "I don't think I've ever had a tastier treat."

She smiled at him and looked back at the fire; her fears waylaid and put to rest. Suddenly, a thought came to her and she looked back at him; he quirked an eyebrow in question.

"Gabe, was that you? In my dreams?" she asked him slowly.

He gazed down at her for a few seconds, and then slowly nodded. "Yes, I always knew there was something special about you. So I took to keeping an eye on you, even when you didn't know it yet, or me."

She nodded. "I thought so…"

"Are you upset about that?"

"No," she said truthfully, "I had an archangel watching over me the whole time; how could I possibly be pissed at that?" she teased him.

He laughed at her cheek. "Point taken. Rest now."

With that she drifted off into sleep, the fire heating her from one side, and Gabriel's warm heat keeping her close to his body. She slowly dozed with a smile on her face as the moon came out to shine through the windows.

A/N: Hope it was okay everyone! And worth the wait :s sorry it just finally felt right for me to put it here instead of sooner or later. I know you all waited a long effing time and thank you for being so patient :)