It was a week after the attack and things had gone back to normal, or almost. Kye secretly waited for Ruby's call but at the same time, she wished she would never receive it at all. Their lives had taken different directions that may be irreconcilable at the moment. Of course, Kye wished Ruby would come back home safely someday but realistically for most people, once they joined the Resistance's force, they were in for life. A lot of people also died young in their missions. Things were complicated, to say the least. On top of that, both of them could be in immediate danger when getting back in contact with each other. The angels were not useless when it came to keeping track of all Resistance activities and related matters. Ruby said she was on the watchlist so it was definitely not a good thing. Of course, she would be smart when or if she decided to contact Kye, but Kye would rather not get involved at all. She loved Ruby with all her heart but she also had a life to live and people to take care of.

Things were also different between her and Michael. Since she realized his true feeling and intention toward her, though she was happy, things got a little awkward, and it was not Michael's fault. He still gave her the same attention as before but she was the one who pulled away, and if he realized something was off between them, he wouldn't say a thing about it. Michael never once questioned Kye any further about the day they got attacked and ended up at Ruby's place. It seemed like he was not curious about it at all, or more likely, already got the answers he needed. Kye thought if Michael wanted to punish her for reconnecting with her friend, who happened to be a Resistance member and also the one who helped save his ass, there was nothing she could do. He could've done it already. However, she wouldn't want to push it and decided the smart thing to do was to just avoid talking about it altogether. On top of everything, his question on the walk that day still weighed on her heavily, so she either stayed in the servant's room most of the time or when she had to be close to Michael, kept the talking minimum. Michael was not really a conversationalist either, besides when he needed to get his points across, so there was mostly silence between them.

That night, out of the blue, Kye received a call from an unknown number. She was sitting by her vanity table and ready to go to bed when the phone rang. For some reason, she felt the need to pick it up.
"Hello, who's this?"
"Guess who..." Ruby's trademark sing-song voice was on the other side.
"Jeez, took you long enough. What's up?" Kye didn't know why but she started to whisper. "Are you supposed to call like this though? What if they listen in on us?"

Michael's footsteps pacing back and forth upstairs added more to the state of anxiety she was having. He could be looking for her and zapped in here at any moment, even after many times she told him about personal spaces and boundaries. Some habits just died hard.

"Relax, it's a disposable phone. I have like 20 of them at all times. With wardings! So no worries. How you've been? How's your feather boyfriend?"
"Again, he's not my boyfriend," Kye sighed and rolled her eyes. She didn't even know what exactly was the relationship between her and Michael and she didn't want to label it, not yet. What they really felt about each other was the only thing that mattered at the end of the day. "We're fine. Matter of fact he woke up that day right after you left, good as new. Fig really knows what he's doing." Kye chuckled.
"Of course, he's the best we have over here. The guy doesn't seem like it but he's a genius, with some weird hobbies though."

Kye could imagine Ruby rolling her eyes fondly when she talked about Fig. She did miss the girl a lot. It would be so good if they could go back to the old times, gossiped about people, ran around the streets, took shitty part-time jobs and dreamed about a grand future together. They didn't have much but they always had each other. It was a simpler time that would always be kept among Kye's happy memories.

Before they could go far in their conversation, Kye heard a rustle and looked up in the mirror to see Michael standing behind her in the corner of the room. He still wore the same outfit as earlier during the day, minus the suit jacket, a tailored navy blue vest and matching dress pants, a white dress shirt under, and a blue tone-on-tone paisley silk tie. The outfit complimented his eyes perfectly and made them impossibly blue, even more than usual, while his hair and eyebrows looked almost ink-black under the room's yellow light. He leaned on the wall, observing her. It was quite a sight and as good as it looked, Kye could never get used to him appearing out of thin air and standing so close behind her. She froze for a moment and Ruby caught that on the other side.

"Hey, the angel is nearby, isn't he? Meet me at Marco's this Saturday, 3 p.m. sharp. Don't be late!" She talked fast then hung up.
Kye slowly put the phone down on the table and took a second to gather herself before turning around to face Michael.
"Do you need something, Master? You could've called me."

She stood up and approached him with a smile. When Kye got closer, she gently touched his left arm before pulling his hand out of the pocket to lock her fingers with his. His hand was dry and cold as a block of ice, but it warmed up to the same temperature as her hand's almost instantly.

"You said we could read Brave New World together. We can do that now before you sleep if you're not tired." Michael said while studying her face and squeezed her hand. He didn't ask who she was on the phone with and Kye was grateful for that.

Kye looked down to where their hands linked and smiled. As much as she was hesitant, Michael always had a way to pull her out of her shell toward him. The way he asked her to spend time with him reminded Kye of a shy teenage boy, not an all-powerful being that basically owned her. It was hard not to fall for these little things.

As soon as Kye agreed to come with him, Michael put his right hand in between her shoulder blades and zapped both of them upstairs. Kye swayed on her feet when they landed in the library. She thought they would walk as usual. She could never get used to this method of traveling. The only good thing was shorter distances were not nearly as bad as longer ones. She leaned on Michael and closed her eyes to wait for the dizziness to go away. The whole time, Michael just stood there patiently with his arms wrapped around her. He stroked her hair and put his lips on her forehead. A warm sensation poured into Kye and spread from where they touched to the rest of her body. She blinked her eyes a few times and looked up at his face. The archangel gave her a faint smile and led her toward a white velvet chaise in the middle of the room with a thick, leather-bound, and very old-looking book on it.

Michael pulled Kye down next to him and gave her the book. After a few quiet minutes of reading together, Michael just leaned back and looked at her with his eyes half-closed. Kye knew he was not tired. Angels were never tired or sleepy unless their grace was diminished somehow. Being concerned, she turned to him and asked.
"Are you feeling ok, Master?"
Michael straightened his back up and leaned closer to her.
"You've been avoiding me." He stated. It was not a question.
Kye stammered. "No, I haven't...," but one glance in his eyes and something softened inside of her. She had acted strange around him lately and that probably confused the archangel.
"Ok... Maybe I have avoided you a little." Kye sighed. "I understand now what you wanted to ask me that day when we went for a walk. Even when I still don't fully understand the whole process, I know it's something that will affect both of us greatly, you especially. I don't really care about what other people or angels would think or say, I just don't want you to take any risks because of me. That's all I care about. I know what I feel about you in my heart but I just can't give you a sure answer at this moment."

To have her feelings reciprocated should be something Kye always wanted, but it was more than that. Turning immortal with Michael's grace was a huge decision to make with a lot of factors to consider. Kye just couldn't make up her mind and also couldn't help but feel guilty for taking so long and still not having an answer for him. She knew she was just delaying it and she couldn't avoid it forever.

Usually, when a domesticated companion reached a certain age, he or she would get released from service, like a retirement. If the angel enjoyed a person's companionship enough, when that person passed away and went to Heaven, he or she would continue being with the same angel. The contract that people signed when they got selected for the job was actually a blood contract, but most people didn't know that. It would last for eternity unless the angel master broke it off or the human servant died without a request for after-life service from the angel master.

Realistically, no master-companion relationships lasted long, for one reason or another. One of the big reasons would be the human lifespan. Every angel would go through many domesticated companions during his or her 200 years on Earth. Most humans were either let go when they reached their retirement age or died immaturely at the hands of their masters. The angels were usually not attached or interested in humans very much, but of course, there were exceptions.

Being together for a long time, some angel masters and human servants developed real friendships or romantic relationships. Some even went as far as producing offsprings, but those were pretty rare due to the incompatibilities of the two races. The unions between angels and humans were mostly frowned upon by both races, but it was not new. It had happened since the first angel walked the Earth, but it was forbidden then. The War had brought two races closer than ever. It was unholy to the angels, but the main concern to them when it came to these types of unions would be it usually made the angel want to share his or her grace with the human partner to protect the person from getting old, sick, or injured. The act would temporarily weaken the angel and the recovery time varied. In some other cases, the angel even gave up his or her grace totally to experience human life with the partner. The Resistance had also taken advantage of these relationships to infiltrate the angelic ranks and turn quite a few angels to their side. It became a big problem for the garrisons. To humans, willfully being in bed with angels was simply a disgrace and betrayal to their own kind.

Michael picked Kye's hand up from the book and held it in his. "It is a big decision so take all the time you need to think about it, but please know this, I don't make mine lightly. When I said what I said, I've fully prepared for the consequences. You are worth it for me to make that decision."

It was probably as close to a love declaration as Kye could ever get out of Michael. It moved her and tears started rolling out from her eyes. She leaned forward to put a kiss on his lips. It was a hesitant, butterfly touch at first that quickly turned into something else when the archangel ran his hand through her hair and pulled her closer to him.

He could taste her tears on his lips, salty, bitter, and sweet, like the mixture of her emotions.

She is beautiful. Father must've been proud when he created humans.

The thought startled Michael but didn't surprise him as much as he thought. Although he still saw the majority of the human race as troublesome, ugly, violent, and primitive, he had slowly and steadily fallen for one in the past three and a half years. The alien and exciting feelings he felt for her, he never knew he could and was not sure he should, but for the first time in eons, he did not care. The rights, wrongs, or judgments he would receive from his Father and angel siblings suddenly didn't seem to matter all that much.

Michael picked Kye up on his lap. His lips never left hers. He traced his right hand from her calf all the way up to under the lace trim of her nightdress, the other one squeezed her waist with a bruising force that made Kye whimper. Her thin eyebrows squeezed and she pulled back a little.

"What's wrong?" Michael opened his eyes like someone just woke him up from a dream.
"You hurt me." Kye frowned and lifted the side of her dress for him to see the angry pink hand mark on her fair skin.
"I can fix it." He wanted to pull her back but Kye avoided his hand.
"Leave it. It's not a big deal... I want to keep it, as a reminder."

Kye bit her lower lip and smiled at the puzzled archangel. She slowly pulled the silk belt to untie her night robe and let it fall off her body before lifting the matching nightdress inside over her head. She dropped it on the floor in front of the chaise and watched Michael's eyes followed the piece of garment then right back at her.

It took him a moment to react to what she did. He opened his mouth trying to say something but nothing came out. His brain was overloaded every time he saw this sight of Kye. He gently touched the side of her neck and took everything in his mind, her small, heart-shaped face with very light freckles, the thin curve eyebrows, small pointy nose, and little round lips. The best features on her face were her large brown eyes that always sparkled every time she looked his way. His eyes followed the curve from her neck, passed her full breasts behind a curtain of long, soft brown hair, down to her small waist and hips. Michael gazed at Kye for a long time with such adoration in his eyes that made her suddenly feel self-conscious. Who was she to deserve this from someone like him? Could she ever be good enough?

Kye couldn't be lost in her thoughts for long before Michael started to kiss her again and this time, his kisses contained all of the hunger and searching for approval from her. They came in like a storm and took all of the air out of her lungs. She felt the room span around them and Michael was the only rock she could hold on to. She dug her nails in his vest shoulder while tugging on his silk tie, trying to undo it. Michael grabbed her hand to stop it before reluctantly breaking away from the kiss and putting her down on the chaise.

Kye leaned back with both legs folded to one side and started to twirl her hair, watching Michael undress in front of her. He did everything at a normal pace but in the heat of this moment, it was painfully slow. Her eyes trailed his hands' movements from the blue tie, how they pulled it apart, then went on to undo the buttons one by one before unbuckling the belt. His well-defined tan skinned torso was bare under the opened dress shirt. During this whole time, his eyes never once left hers. It was sweet torture and a sight that no matter how many times Kye had seen, always had an effect on her. She felt weak and a pool of desire filled up in the pit of her stomach. Kye started to frown more and twirl her hair faster in impatience.

Michael chuckled at her pouting face, Kye could be like a child sometimes when she wanted something badly, not like he didn't give her almost everything she could've asked for. When he started comparing their ages, she was indeed a child, but she definitely grew much more comfortable around him over time. Michael remembered when she first came into his life, how prudent she was. Every step she took was careful as if her life depended on it and everything she did was with an intention. Sometimes, he knew she was calculative and played mind games with him, but not every day there was someone who provoked his mind that way, and his eternal life could be so repetitive and boring, so he let her. He wanted to see how far she would go before he had to put a stop to it. He was glad it never reached that point.

When the last piece of clothes left his body, Michael came over and leaned down, bracing himself on the back of the chaise, to continue the kiss that left unfinished. Kye wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. Michael's cool and heavy body made her shiver before it slowly warmed up on hers. His hand played with the little bow on the side of her underwear then suddenly grabbed it forcefully. Kye knew what's on his mind so she quickly grabbed his hand.

"Do not tear it."
She glared at him but her tone didn't carry any real bite. Michael was rough with no instincts to guide him on how to be gentle. He had the tendency to destroy stuffs when he lost control. Matter of fact, it applied to pretty much everything he did. If he wanted something, he would get it by any means necessary and obliterate everything on the way. Absolute determination was always his best and worst quality. Kye knew the dark side of him but she just couldn't turn away.

Michael gave her an apologetic smile then let her hand guide him to slowly take that last piece off her body. He sighed in contentment when Kye was completely naked with nothing but her long hair fanned out under him. Even when she was more than that, in his mind, this was what sin and temptation must look like. He could make her feel everything he needed her to feel without lifting a finger, but both of them much preferred the skin-to-skin contact. The feeling of his hard muscles against her soft flesh was unmatched by anything in this world and like fuel to the fire burning inside of them.

Her fair skin turned pink under friction and heat, her brown eyes closed and her small lips parted in a gasp when he pushed his way in fully. Her chest rose and fell in the same rhythm as his movements. The contrast of her soft brown hair on the white velvet burned into his mind and woke up other sensations all at once. Her scent was sweet and decadent, like freshly bloomed roses and ripe sweet pears, like a small garden that came alive under late August sun, like summer wind blew through wheat fields and soaked up their scent. She tasted like earth and salt, feverishly hot and slick with sweat, but he couldn't get enough. His name never sounded so good, in combination with her desperate cries and whispers.

Their bodies melt into one as Kye's every fiber became unraveled. She completely gave herself to the archangel and held on to him as if she was a small boat rocking on violent waves and Michael was her only anchor. The world seemed to swirl around them. His blue eyes glowed and wandered on her body set every single nerve end inside of her on fire. The more Michael gave, the more she wanted. She was desperate for the electrifying feeling of his skin. She loved the clean scent that wrapped around her like summer showers and cleansed her from inside out. She loved the dull pains when his hands tangled in her hair, when his lips bruised her skin, or when he went in too deep. She didn't care if he broke her in pieces. It was wrong for wanting an angel that way but It felt so right. It was Michael.

Kye bit on Michael's arms hard enough that it drew blood. She licked her lips and looked up at him with a smile that sent him over the edge. He dropped down and buried his face in her hair to muffle her name in a deep growl. The room started to shake with energy. Books fell from the endless tall shelves and all the glass objects in the room, the windows included, exploded. Flashes of lightning appeared in the night sky outside showing the shadow of a large pair of wings, accompanied by two smaller pairs, on the wall behind Michael's back. They were larger than both of their bodies combined and spread from one side of the room to the other. Michael's eyes glowed up brilliantly in the dark at the same time. Kye was in awe of that sight just like the very first time she witnessed it. Strong winds blew past the room like they were in the middle of a storm, knocked down the rest of the items that were still standing. The visual intensity and the fluctuation of temperature and vibration shot through Kye all at once and something erupted in her body. The whole world seemed to be shocked awake with more vibrant colors and sharp sounds for a minute before everything died down.

***
They lay together on the carpet, surrounded by a mess of books and small items, dry leaves, and broken glass. The moonlight from outside gave everything a cool, soft glow. There were no other sounds in the room besides the ticking of an old clock and the thumping of two hearts beat in sync. Kye stared out the broken window frames at nothing. Michael's warm and solid body reminded her that everything was real and he was still here with her. His left arm wrapped around her shoulders while the right hand traveling back and forth on the curve between the middle of her back and her bottom. She had been thinking and the quietness and contentment of this moment gave her clarity.

"Michael..." Kye whispered.
The hand rubbing on her back slowed down letting her know he heard it and was waiting for her to continue. She lifted her head to look the archangel in the eyes.
"You know, it's really scary for me to imagine an endless life on Earth, with everyone I've ever known and loved gone, but when I imagine you will be there with me, it's not so scary anymore. And I'd rather it is you than anyone else. I don't want you to spend eternity by yourself, not anymore, but I don't like the thought of you with someone else either. I know it's selfish but I want to go everywhere you go, Heaven and Earth, not as a servant spirit but as an equal next to you, in this physical form of mine. I know at some point I will have to say goodbye to my mom and brother, but I can see them again in Heaven. Maybe I can even help others in the process. So yes, I would like that, but only if that is with you, Michael. It won't be easy for both of us, but I will be there next to you, no matter what, and I know you will do the same. I'm happy that you've chosen me."

The archangel didn't reply but the way his eyes brightened up like two small flames and he looked at her like she was the only thing, human or angel, mattered in the world, Kye knew her answer touched him. His lips curled up slightly and he pulled her closer to put a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you." He whispered.

Notes:

So there you have it, the first (updated) love scene. I tried! This is an experience to see if I can write it. I know it's very light and might not be up to par when you're looking for smut or something specific but this is the style I prefer until I figure out how to up the level of spices tastefully (And I do want to up it, trust me :)
I was quite happy with the scene at the end to be honest because I want to focus on their feelings/thoughts. Sex was a canvas for them to express those and a welcoming bonus to the scene.

Another thing might not be big but I should point out, I hope it's not a dealbreaker for some readers, is I know all Michael's vessels in the show or the notable ones, all have green eyes (For being from the same bloodline and such) especially the one I've chosen for this story - Young John Winchester/Matt Cohen, but most angels in the show had blue-eyed vessels and their eyes glowed bright blue when they wanted to show off their power so I'm really impressed with that. Also, I'm obsessed with Cas/Misha's eyes :D Who doesn't? So those are the reasons for describing Michael with blue eyes in this story.