A/N: Alright, my lovelies, here is a fluffy, slightly smutty chapter of what happened between Kara and Balthazar when they mated. It is mostly wing!kink, because I love stuff that has to do with wings and torture via wings; there will be another chapter like this, just because I plan to have other scenes like this that I'm not putting in the story. If you haven't read my story the Authorial God Complex, I highly suggest you do so, because otherwise this will not make much sense. For those of you coming from chapter 3, I figured you would like to know what happened. There isn't any dialogue that is important to he actual plot; just some wing and oil theory that I pulled from other fictions and slapped on here. It's basically a hall of fame of all my favorite ideas. There's even some oil!kink as well, just because I can :D

We went past the kitchen and the pool; straight up to the top of the tree where my character's bedroom was in my story. Once inside, I was sucked into another kiss that left me breathless and longing for more. I heard a growl from my angel and flushed when a wave of smell washed over me; he may have tasted like springtime and calm, but he smelled like the autumn; like campfires and leaves and crisp, cold nights. He smelled like jasmine and lavender and all the most intoxicating smells. In the next instant, he smelled like burgers on a barbecue and fireworks and smores. I gasped, overwhelmed by the different smells all coming on me at once. My knees buckled and I heard a gentle chuckle as Balthazar caught me.

"Sorry about that, doll," Balthazar murmured. "I lost control of myself for a moment there."

"You smell so good." I whispered, running a finger gently against his face as I watched his pupils blow wide with lust. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again and giving me a blinding smile.

"I'm not the only one, my dear. You have no idea what you do to me. The kinds of chemicals you are giving off, the pheromones that you have soaked me in, I am hardly controlling myself here."

"Then don't." I said. "Let go."

Balthazar growled. "That is a very dangerous thing to ask."

I smiled at him. "Well, I'm asking. Can I see your wings, angel?"

His eyes flashed to mine. "You want to see my wings? Are you sure? Once you do, there is no going back."

I smirked. "I don't want to go back. I want to continue going forward."

"This is permanent; eternal. You are mating with an angel and tomorrow we plan to turn you into an angel. There would be no eventual death to part us; even death in battle would not be an obstacle for me. It may be for you, but you can put clauses in your story to stop that."

I smiled, laying a hand on his face. "I already decided I was mating with you. I want to see your wings, angel."

He nodded and closed his eyes. I gasped and saw him smile as four tawny wings stretched out from his shoulder blades. The wings shuddered and flicked towards me as he opened his eyes, pupils blown to twice their usual size with lust. The nerves I saw behind those crystal blue eyes almost made me want to laugh. I stared at his wings, noting that while their owner had frozen, they continued to twitch and rustle.

"C-" I swallowed, my eyes wide and my mouth suddenly dry with anticipation. "Can I touch them?"

He grinned slyly, his original snark coming back with a vengeance. "Unless I'm very much mistaken, that was the idea, young lady."

I smiled at him and reached out to touch the edge of the top left one, which was nearest me. As soon as my finger connected with the first feather, I felt a soft sigh and the other wings all rushed toward me, seemingly desperate to be touched as well. I buried my hand in those wings, following them to the place where they all connected to his back. I had read a few fan fictions, and this was my chance to put into practice some of the tricks I had learned from those authors.

Following that thought, Balthazar grinned. "You know, some of those people actually did have it right. Some of them. Others-" He trailed off, mumuring when I found the little hazelnut sized clumps I was looking for. Well, at least those are real, I thought, grinning. Balthazar was, of course, being wonderfully responsive. He gasped and continued. "Others are completely off base, but this is your universe, and so you've made them not so off base anymore." When I rubbed over his oil glands, he would groan thickly. When I squeezed them curiously, I was rewarded with a gush of liquid something almost too thin to really be oil. It smelled of petrichor and burgers and fireworks and campfires and caramel, all at the same time. I stared at the oil on my hand as the angel whom it had come from gasped and tried to drag me to the bed, but of course it turned out to happen the other way around; I was the one who ended up pulling him the last few feet. When we got to the bed he collapsed face down onto the bed, spreading his wings about him as I crawled over him and straddled his hips. I buried my hands in his wings, where his wings connect with his back, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp and a low moan as I found those oil glands again, stroking and pulling the oils out again.

"I wonder," I purred, grinning as he turned his head to fix me with lust blown eyes. "I wonder if that fiction about scents is also true. Am I marking myself as yours every time I coat myself in your oils?"

"You decided five minutes ago that it would be." He whispered, having apparently forgotten how to make his voice work normally. The sound sent tingles down my spine and caused wetness to pool between my legs. I grinned and wrapped my hands around his glands again, trying to pull all the oil I could out of him, wanting to wrap myself in that calming, claiming cocoon. He groaned and cried out as I massaged more and more oil out of him, wiping it all over my neck and face and arms.

"You know you're going to pay for this torture tomorrow, right?" He growled, his voice husky as he panted and sweated. I just grinned and kissed the back of his neck before crying out, caught off guard when he used his wings and flipped us over so that he was hovering over me with a glint in his eye. He attacked my mouth, this kiss nothing like the first kiss we had shared in the bunker, but I was not about to complain. It may have been my third ever kiss, but I didn't care at that point. His mouth had swallowed mine, attacking my teeth and tongue with a fervency I had not expected at all. Of course, considering how I was teasing him I really ought to have seen it coming. When I gasped in surprise, he pulled back, panting.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concern warring with the passion I had awoken in him. In answer I leaned up, attacking his lips with the fervor that he had just attacked mine with. I felt him grin against my lips before continuing his assault.

"You smell like me." He growled. "You smell like mine."

I shivered at the deep, primal edge that had entered the angel's voice.

When my whispered, "Good" met his ears, he growled and went for my shirt. I continued to card my fingers through his feathers, relishing the groans I drew from him, as he yanked my shirt up and over my stomach, following it with his mouth, mouthing up and over my stomach, grazing his teeth over my bra, drawing a most undignified whimper from me as my nipples, which had already been pebbling at the sound of his voice and the smell of his oils, became impossibly hard under the unexpected ministrations they received. I pulled my hands out of his wings just long enough for him to rip my shirt over my head and he took that opportunity to take his own shirt off, revealing the flat planes of his stomach, broken only by the vague reminder that abs were there. I grinned, devouring the angel with my eyes as his fingers fumbled with my bra. When he had unclasped it and thrown it to the floor, he just looked at my chest, looked at me, and whispered, "beautiful," before turning his attention to the button of my jeans.

I grinned and bit his collarbone. "Mine." I whispered in his ear before I bit down lightly on his lobe. He groaned and yanked my jeans off, ignoring the sound of the zipper being ripped open as his hands wandered over my ass, his head dipping down to stare at what he was revealing as he pulled my jeans down. My hands returned to his feathers then. When I found those glands again and gently brushed them, he groaned and bit my hip. I yelped, not prepared for that, and he was hovering over my face again in an instant.

"Are you alright? Kara, answer me!"

When I looked at him, I saw such fear, warring with lust, in his eyes I thought I would be driven insane. I just fixed him with the best glare I had. "Hurry up." I said, not wanting to be derailed.

He kissed back down to my waistline, licking the mark on my hip before pulling my underwear off and away. I pushed him off a bit and undid his belt. Thanking God that guys tend to wear reasonably loose jeans (unlike girls like me), I pulled his jeans down, palming at his bulging erection as I went. I felt him gasp and shudder at the dual pressure points and grinned when I felt something soak both my hand in his feather and the front of his boxers. When I looked up, grinning, he just shook his head jovially at me; finally able to talk again now that I wasn't driving him crazy.

He kissed my neck and said, "you do know we were supposed to mate tonight, right? Become one flesh?"

I grinned and shrugged. "The night's only just started."

Balthazar looked at me with an eyebrow raised, but just sighed and snapped his finger, cleaning himself up and ridding himself of his cumbersome boxers. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked, looking down at me with such adoration and concern that I just wanted to bottle up the warm fuzzy feelings he awoke in me and never let them go. It's probably just post coital bliss. I thought. I'm gonna have to do this more often if he keeps shooting me looks like those.

Balthazar rolled his eyes. "Darling, you seem to not quite know me yet. My name is Balthazar. I'm an angel, and you've been playing in my oils for the past ten minutes! If you can't figure out what that means by now, you're much slower than I gave you credit for."

With him smirking at me, after having insulted (kind of?) my intelligence, I glared at him. "Well, dear Balthy," I said, "If you mean, I'm marking myself as yours, I am, but what's that to do with all these damn heated looks you've been shooting me?"

He raised his eyebrow at me. "Darling," he said, "do you really have no idea? You're mine. I take care of my own. In every way possible. That includes emotionally, so if my clingy human mate wants someone who will cherish her completely and adore her and care for her more than she does herself, who am I to deny her? I'm beyond human, and you are the scribe for this universe. That means, in some small way, you helped design me. Even down to some of the weaknesses I have in my wings." He grinned leeringly at me then and said, "The nice thing is, those weaknesses are universal, and you'll have wings of your own soon; brand new, wonderfully sensitive wings, darling."

I gasped when I felt his wet, hot mouth close over my nipple, sucking one while he teased the other with his fingers, before switching giving attention to the other. My hips bucked up against him and I groaned. I was so close. After watching him come undone above me, there was very little that I could do to avoid that fate myself. At my groan, his dick began to show an interest again and he smirked, sliding his hand up and down his shaft before I could stop him. I flipped us over, took his hand away and leaned down, licking the tip. He gasped, much as he had when I put my hands in his wings, and I smirked, grinning up at him before returning to his mouth, claiming his lips again and devouring him.

When I felt a finger at my entrance, I pouted at him. He just grinned before shoving his finger in up to the knuckle. I gasped. I had never felt anything like that before. I rocked a bit, and it hit a wall inside. My eyes rolled back and he grinned.

"I've been doing this for few millennia; usually with more than one girl. I know what I'm doing."

I flushed at his mention of how much experience he had and he immediately pulled out of me, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me down to kiss him again. "Don't ever think you're not enough." He whispered. "Don't you ever think that. You have the most beautiful soul I have ever seen, and I've seen them all." I flushed and he grinned at me before returning his finger to its position inside me. I rocked back, and when he added a second I moaned and he chuckled.

"My my, you're as sensitive there as your wings will be when you get them." He said, grinning.

I glared at him and rocked back onto his fingers. He let me do so for a few seconds before he pulled out, leaving me pouting and feeling emptier than I ever had. He flipped us over, and at my questioning look, said "I want to be in control for this part. I know what I'm doing; far more than you do."

When I stopped arguing, he knelt in front of me, wrapping my legs around his waist. When I felt his member at my entrance, I gasped. It was a lot thicker than some finger. Even a couple of fingers. When he pushed in, he did so slowly, gauging my reaction as I got used to the feeling of fullness inside me. He chuckled when I rocked my hips and obliged me, starting to slowly thrust in and out, letting me get used to him inside me. As I felt my orgasm build, white spots started appearing in my vision. As I gasped, he drove harder and faster, but he held me closer, spoke softer, more gently. His wings wrapped around me and even as I mated with an angel, I felt warm, safe. He wasn't hurting me. I knew he couldn't. When I came, I did so almost quietly, just gazing up into my angel's eyes, basking in the warmth and love that was mirrored back. I gasped when I felt the warm liquid of his seed fill me.

He smiled and pulled out of me, snapping the semen out of my system. The last thing we needed was another nephilim. Babies could wait until I was an angel, as well; after all, that was the whole point of this spell. He kissed me lightly, before wrapping his arms, legs, and wings around me, creating a safe, comforting cocoon in which I soon drifted off to sleep.