"Please tell me that our most treasured house guest has finally vacated the good bathroom?" Oliver begged Katherine. He'd drank too much beer at once and the fact that he'd had to run all the way upstairs to use the toilet because Remiel had barricaded herself in the downstairs one the night before and refused to come out was not nice.

"Nope, she's still in there," Katherine sighed.

"Well, come up with something fast!" Oliver begged. "I'm not gonna keep running upstairs every time I have to use the bathroom. It's getting ridiculous! Can't you do something like...lure her out with food? Lucifer eats. His sister must too."

"Well, she does like mac and cheese," Katherine told him. "You want to help me make up a really good kind? Like the baked stuff with the bread crumbs on top?"

"Sure," Oliver nodded. "If it'll get me my bathroom back, I'll do anything!"

So they made up the mac and cheese and even before Katherine reached the bathroom, she saw the door open just a hair.

"Is that what I think it is? Remiel asked.

"Yes," Katherine told her. "Baked mac and cheese." She made sure the scent of the food went through the bathroom door, then set it down and pushed it gently toward Remiel. "And it's all yours if you come out of the bathroom. You've been in there a long time."

"Well, it wasn't my plan to just stay here!" Remiel huffed. "The window is too small to squeeze through and the wall is too thick to break. I had no other way out!"

"You could have just...come out the door," Katherine said. "Like you could right now to have some yummy mac and cheese. And seriously, if you don't eat, you'll starve. It's not fun."

Remiel sighed. "So I can only have the bowl if I leave here? Is that the catch?"

"Yes," Katherine confirmed as Oliver tried not to chuckle too loudly. "That's the deal. It's not sanitary to have food in a bathroom."

"Fine," Remiel sighed deeply and left the bathroom, frowning at Oliver as he elbowed her out of the way to get in, slamming the door behind him.

"He really had to pee, I guess," Katherine shrugged. They sat down at the kitchen table, she handed Remiel a spoon, and then watched with a small smile as her friend wolfed the food down without even seeming to swallow."

"Good," Remiel got out through a full mouth. "Very good!"

"Well, that's good to hear," Katherine smiled. "Now, after you eat that, you can shower up and get on some clean clothes, because you and I are-"

"I don't want to go out!" Remiel thundered, cutting Katherine off mid sentence.

Katherine then snatched the bowl away. "It'll be good for you!"

"Give me my bowl back!" Remiel cried. "I was eating that!"

"Not until you agree to go out with me," Katherine said. "And you don't have to worry about an outfit. I've got one all picked out for you."

Remiel dragged out the eating process until an impatient Katherine grabbed her by the ear and pulled her to the bedroom, even though her food wasn't finished, finally letting her go when the bedroom door was locked behind them.

"See?" Katherine motioned to the outfit on the bed. "Ta-da!"

"Oh no," Remiel shook her head and went pale. What she saw waiting for her was the tiniest, tightest black dress, along with high heeled sandals of Katherine's that she had admired, although she'd die before she admitted it out loud.

"Go on, you can touch it," Katherine encouraged and gave her a small push toward the bed. "It won't bite you."

Gritting her teeth, Remiel stroked the fabric of the dress. "This is very soft."

"It's silk," Katherine told her. "That's not so bad, right?"

"It seems kind of small and tight, but..." Remiel heaved a deep sigh. "You're not going to let this go until I agree, so I guess I have to." She paused and wagged a finger in Katherine's face. "But if I do this, you have to stop nagging me about my life and leave me alone, all right?"

"Sure," Katherine nodded, her fingers crossed behind her back. "Of course!"

"Well, here we are!" Katherine proclaimed as they walked through the club door. "Isn't it great?"

"I don't know," Remiel got out and sat in a nearby chair. "What am I supposed to do now?"

"Dance, drink, play some pool or darts. whatever you want," Katherine shrugged. She then turned and Remiel spoke.

"Remember, you said you wouldn't leave me!" She reminded her. "You promised!"

"I won't," Katherine assured her. "I'm just going to hang my coat up. Do you want me to take yours too?"

"No, thank you," Remiel pulled the thick coat tighter around her. The dress made her feel naked. "I'll keep this on, thank you, while I still have my dignity."

"Oh, come on, you look great!" Katherine told her and pulled the coat off, making the sleeves of Remiel's dress slide down her shoulders. "See?" She then grabbed a glass of champagne off a tray. "Have this," she winked. "It'll lighten you up."

She then went to hang up the coats and went she returned, she found Remiel with three empty glasses next to her and she was finishing a fourth. "If you have that many, you'll get drunk, you know."

"That's the point," Remiel told her before putting the glass down and grabbing one more. Afterward, she began to dance, surprisingly well for someone who was as drunk as she was. Between her movements, the dress, and the heels, she began to attract a lot of attention, which made Katherine decide she needed to keep an eye on her less experienced friend just as she'd promised.

But soon, she was startled by her phone ringing and she groaned when she saw the call was from Oliver. "Yes?" She asked. "Is it an emergency? Remiel's drunk and surrounded by several male admirers right now and I might have dressed her up a bit sexier than she was prepared to deal with on her own, so I really shouldn't leave unless it's an emergency."

"It is," Oliver told her. "I know how important it is for you to be with Remiel right now, so I wouldn't call unless it was something important like He being at our house and being drunk as well. He's cursing and insulting me and he's tried to throw a few punches but missed."

Then Katherine heard a crash. "Was that something valuable?" She asked.

Oliver sighed. "Yes, and if you want to have anything valuable left, you might want to get down here and back me up. Noah and his people will look after Remiel in the mean time. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

Katherine bit her lip, not really wanting to leave Remiel, but also knowing that she wouldn't be able to quiet her conscience if she left Oliver high and dry. "Let's hope you're right about Noah," she said. "Hold He off for as long as you can. I'll be there soon. I'm leaving the club now." She then whispered an apology to Remiel and headed to her car.

"You look like you could use a drink," Noah said as a sad Ricky approached the bar. He pushed a beer at him and refused the money Ricky pulled out of his pocket. "No, no. This is on me. What's up?"

"I was just thinking about Adrian," Ricky sighed. "And all the sucky crap happening to him with the kidnapping. This should be the happiest time of his life and some jackass ruined it for him.

"Yeah," Noah cleared his throat. "It's sad to lose love of your life."

Ricky heard this and snorted on his beer as he gazed around to try and find someone interesting to dance with. "Don't tell me you're one of those people! One of those love at first sight people! I don't believe in that."

"It's just not your time yet," Noah told him. "But you will."

"No," Ricky shook his head. "The only people I love are my family and that's that." Then, he took another swig and as he lowered the bottle onto his lap, he caught sight of a tipsy and wildly dancing Remiel. "Who in the world is that?" He asked.

"No idea," Noah shrugged. "Never seen her here before."

"This must be her first time because I'd not forget someone as good looking as that," Ricky said.

"Why don't you go and say 'Hello'?" Noah urged. "You never know what will happen. And besides, every word you say and the way you hold your body are screaming that you want her so bad."

Ricky rolled his eyes. "You sound like a mother wanting her kid to get married," he told him and then hopped off the stool and made his way to the dance floor. He'd only looked at the mysterious beauty for a few seconds, but in that short span of time, he knew he never wanted to take his eyes off her again.

As Noah watched Ricky go, Roxie stopped by the bar on her way to the kitchen with a tray full of used glasses to be washed. "What's going on?" She asked with interest. "Is that Ricky heading onto the dance floor?"

"Yeah," Noah grinned. "And he's practically drooling over a woman." He pointed at Remiel. "That exotic beauty right there!"

Roxie choked on her spit and coughed. "And you're okay with that? That's your aunt Remiel, you know. One of your father's angel sisters, straight from Heaven."

Noah turned to face her, wide eyed. "Please tell me you're making that up! How in the world do you know that when I don't?"

Roxie set the heavy tray of empty glasses on the bar. "Katherine's friends with her," she said. "Apparently they both appreciate each other's warrior natures and met when dealing with the whole alien robot business. How long has it been since you've been home if you don't know that?" She paused. "But then again, even if you did know, you probably wouldn't recognize her now. She's much different. Looks less like a warrior and more like a woman. Ricky has no idea what he's in for."

As Whitney Houston's "Higher Love" filled the club, Ricky finally reached Remiel, came up behind her, put his arms around her waist, and inhaled the wonderful scent of her before whispering in her ear: "Tell me something. Are you interested in all the men around you that think you're very sexy?"

"Not really," Remiel shook her head. "I'm just drinking and dancing to forget they're even here."

"Is it because someone else caught your eye?"

"Well, I don't know," Remiel took a deep breath and put her hands on top of his before turning her head. "You, perhaps? Is that what you want me to say?"

Ricky shrugged. "Well, you were looking at me when I was standing there; you can't blame me for thinking it's a possibility."

Remiel positioned herself to look him over before shaking her head. "Nope, no thank you."

"Not even a little bit?" Ricky asked. "Come on."

"Would you prefer to hear the words 'I'm not interested' flat outright?" Remiel asked.

"Wow, you don't hold back, do you?" Ricky asked. "You're a challenge. And I like a challenge."

She tried to get away from him, stumbled, and then decided it would be best to go back and hang on to him. "This isn't because I like you," she warned. "I'm very drunk right now and I think you're the closest solid thing to hold on to."

"Yeah," Ricky agreed, the scent of her breath making him cough. "I sure am."

As Ricky did his best to hold onto an unsteady Remiel, slower music came on and he began to sway back and forth with her.

"I want to know everything about you," he whispered against her ear.

She moved her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eye without blinking, seeming much more stable. "Is that so? Are you saying you'd like to exchange body fluid? Find yourself another woman if that's what's on your mind!"

Ricky burst out laughing. "Do I want to exchange what? You know, I've never heard it phrased that way before. Thanks for the laugh!"

"I have a dagger between my legs," Remiel hissed. "And if you don't stop laughing at me, I won't hesitate to use it!"

"Is that so?" Ricky raised an eyebrow. "Smart. Not saying Noah doesn't run a safe place, but you can never be too careful."

"Are you warning me?" Remiel asked. "About yourself? I'm not kidding about the dagger."

To his surprise, she then took his hand and stuck it between her legs, and his eyes widened. "You're not lying!"

"No," Remiel shook her head. "And don't you forget it!"

Then a slow smile curved Ricky's lips. "You know, knife or no knife, my hand is between your legs right now."

Remiel's eyes widened as this realization hit her too. She quickly moved his hand, not pulling her hand away fast enough before he kissed her palm and chuckled.

"So...what's your name?" He asked, reassured when she wasn't exactly running to get away from him.

"None of your business," Remiel hissed, speeding up a little.

"What species are you?" Ricky pressed.

Remiel grinned. "You wouldn't be able to guess if you tried!"

"You're a mystery," Ricky said. "I like mysteries!"

Remiel turned around quickly and gave him a genuine smile. "You just don't give up, do you?"

"Well," Ricky blushed a little. "I guess I would if you really wanted me to. Do you really want me to?"

"No," Remiel shook her head. "I guess not."

"I like your smile," Ricky remarked. "You should smile more often." He then took a deep breath, letting himself be a little more daring and letting his hands roam over her back and butt, then tensing as he waited for the axe to fall. But it didn't.

"You know," he said, "I'm surprised that I'm still in one piece, considering where my hands are right now."

"Well," Remiel stroked his face lightly. "It's not as bad as I thought it would be."

"I'm glad," Ricky said. Encouraged, he moved his hand further down and pulled her skirt up a little, not an easy task since the dress seemed to be on the tight side. "I want you more than I've ever wanted any other woman."

She gave him a good, long stare and he swallowed nervously. Then, he felt her lips brush his. He was less nervous as he kissed her back, his fingers threading through her pretty dark hair.

It didn't take long for them to decide they wanted to leave and go somewhere a bit more private.

"Now you're sure?" Ricky asked as they ran to his car. "I mean, are you sure you can wait to get to a hotel and you don't just want to do it in a room at the club?"

"No," Remiel shook her head. "Take me somewhere nice, would you?"

So they made their way to a nearby hotel and rushed to their room once they were given keys. With the door of the room closed behind them, they began kissing again, knocking into walls and furniture as they made their way backward toward the bed. When he felt his legs bump against the bed, he quickly came back to himself.

"I have to ask you something," he said.

"What?" Remiel asked. "Do you not want to do this anymore?"

"I do," Ricky replied. "I'm more concerned about you! I grew up being taught that I should look out for women and I just...I want to be absolutely sure you want to before we do anything. I know you're sort of drunk right now and I don't want to be taking advantage."

"But you're not!" Remiel insisted, not even slurring her words. "I'm not even drunk at all! And even if I was, I know what I want, maybe, kinda...I like you..." she reached up to play with his hair. "You're sooo sexy! So let's do it already!"

Now that he was convinced, it didn't take long for them to undress each other, leave their clothes in a pile next to the bed, and fall back onto the mattress with Remiel looking up at him and running her fingers lightly over his ab muscles.

"You got such nice muscles!" She complimented.

"Well, you're beautiful," Ricky told her as he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. "And you smell so nice!"

She blushed and giggled loudly.

Then he swirled his tongue around her belly before kissing downward, especially lingering with her inner thighs.

"No!" She yelled suddenly.

"Why not?" Ricky asked and stopped immediately. "Don't tell me you've never been pleasured like this before."

Remiel blushed. Well, I...no, they did not, because...And I shouldn't tell about those, because..." she winced as she tried to get a grip on her words. "Really, I think it's simply disgus-"

"Are you kidding me?" Ricky yelled. "If you're afraid I'm not going to give back to you enough, I promise I will. I'm not a selfish person!"

He then proceeded to taste her, slowly and gently at first, but harder when it was clear that she was enjoying herself.

"Oh, my..." Remiel cried, her hips bucking forward as her fist crumpled the bed sheet. She felt like she was flying. She'd never felt anything like this before, reaching up for one of Ricky's hands so he could anchor her thrashing body and she wouldn't fall off the bed. She let out a yell as they both felt her orgasm.

"Good?" He asked.

"Yes," she panted. "I want you inside of me. "Please."

"Your wish is my command," he said and grinned. Then he froze. "Shit."

"What?" Remiel asked. "Are you nervous?"

"Oh, no," Ricky shook his head and positioned himself so she could see his erection. "That's fine, I just...I wasn't planning on this before i left to come to the bar since I just wanted a drink, and with all the drama with Adrian and Eloise, I didn't bring any protection with me." He shook his head. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"You mean...there's no chance?" Remiel asked.

"Well, possibly," Ricky conceded. "I promise you I don't have any weird diseases or anything so as long as you're protected on your end, I suppose we could just do it uncovered."

"Okay," Remiel agreed, thinking that there was no possible way anything could happen to her. It was one thing for her brothers to impregnate people, but that couldn't possibly happen to her, especially in a borrowed body. It was fine. She thought she'd be ready but she tensed up the second he first entered her, and then he quickly backed out.

"I knew you weren't ready!" He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. I just..."

"No, it's fine," Remiel shook her head. "Please do it. I was just a little surprised, that's all."

"Okay, but I'm going to be gentle, just in case," he told her. "Then, if there's a next time, we can gett a little rougher if you want."

"Okay," Remiel nodded and felt herself relax as he made gentle circles on her skin with his fingers. He moved around her body this way, first with his fingers, then his lips and tongue, so that by the time he'd kissed up her thighs, she felt warm and like she was floating again. Very relaxed and comfortable.

"I'm ready now," she said and looked him in the eye. "Come inside me, please."

"All right," Ricky gave he a smile, then held her close against himself and entered her gently, over and over again until, at last, they clung to one another, panting and sweating before he let her fall back onto the mattress, their foreheads touching as they looked into each other's eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Was it good?"

"Yes," Remiel nodded, breathing steadily. "It was..."

"What are you doing to me?" He whispered and moved some hair out of her eyes. "It's like...like you're an angel from heaven or something."

This made her smile. "You don't know the half of it."

He put his hands on either side of her face. "You're so perfect. I'm completely under your spell and not just because of the physical stuff."

Remiel shrugged. "The physical stuff wasn't that bad."

Ricky chuckled. "Well, thanks. I'll take that as high praise!"

"I'm serious!" Remiel insisted. "I liked it. I enjoyed myself a lot!"

"What's your name?" Ricky questioned.

Remiel made a face. "You're not gonna like it. My name is Remiel. I know that sounds like a boy's name, but..."

Ricky shook his head and put a finger over her lips so she couldn't talk anymore. "I like it. I think it's the most beautiful name I've ever heard. The name of an amazing, beautiful, fearless, sexy woman."

Remiel bit her lip on a smile. "Now that I've told you mine, what's yours?"

"Ricky," Ricky replied. "Not my favorite name either. It's okay, I guess."

Later, they found themselves grinning at each other as they looked over one another's bare bodies and looked into each other's eyes.

"You wanna know a secret?" Remiel asked. When Ricky nodded, she lowered her voice to a whisper. "I really like your butt."

Ricky chuckled. "Well, thank you! I work out. What do you think of the front."

"Oh, that's average," Remiel replied. "Work on it."

Ricky gave her a smile as he got back on top of her. "I'd keep that in mind if it wasn't a big fat lie," he said. "I look good! I look great!"

"You do," Remiel admitted. Then she shut her eyes tight and blushed. "How was I? I know my breasts are kind of small, but..."

"They're perfect!" Ricky assured her. "Just the right size for me to hold in my hand."

She reached over, took one of his hands, and put it over her breasts.

Ricky smiled. "You like having my hands on you, don't you?"

"Well, maybe," Remiel said. "I just want you to be sure of what you're saying." She touched her breasts herself. "I just want to try and see what you see. And I suppose they're not that bad."

"I like it all," Ricky enthused. "Your perky, small breasts, your soft skin, your smooth, silky hair, your adorable butt, your lovely, big brown eyes, and your wonderful lips that I just can't stop kissing..."

"Well, if I'm that irresistible, what we just doing talking?" Remiel asked. "Let's do another round! And you can be rougher this time!"

Ricky grabbed his belt from the floor. "Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Yes," Remiel nodded. Then, he grabbed his belt and tied her wrists together before pushing hard into her, relieved when she laughed and begged him to do it again. "I like it," she told him. "Do it again, please."

"Yes, ma'am," Ricky winked. "Your wish is my command."

Afterward, they decided they were hungry and Ricky volunteered to go to the vending machine and get some things.

"Oh, my gosh, what is all that?" She asked when she opened the door. She wore his shirt and he was clad only in his jeans and held a bunch of junk food.

"It's cookies, candy, chips, chocolate bars..." Ricky came in and dumped it all on the table. "I couldn't decide what to get, so I just got everything."

"Wonderful!" Remiel cried. "That'll go perfect with all the booze I found in the fridge!"

"Don't you think you've had enough already?" Ricky winced, then pulled her away from the fridge and onto his lap, kissing her soundly.

"I don't care if I have," Remiel replied. "I just...I want to be different tonight. I want to have fun! I want to let loose!" She grabbed a chocolate bar, ripped it open, and took a bite.

"I don't understand that," Ricky told her. "So you'll have to explain it to me soon, all right?" He kissed her forehead gently and then led her back to bed, pulling her into his arms and hugging her close.

"What's the matter?" She asked, running her fingers through his hair. "You seem sad."

"I'm not," Ricky shook his head insistently. "Why would you say that?"

"I feel it," Remiel explained and squeezed his hand. "I see the pain in your eyes."

Ricky swallowed and even though he didn't want to cry in front of her, he felt the warm tears falling down his cheeks anyway. "I never knew my parents. Mom died giving birth to me cause she's human, and Dad...Dad blamed me cause he loved her so much. She was brought back to life after her death but that just brought up other problems and...they left me and each other. It hurts, even though I know I should be grateful for Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Kayla."

Remiel nodded. "I can help with that. I have powers that can help. Do you want me to?"

"Yes," Ricky sniffled. "Please do. Please make it stop hurting."

She nodded, putting a hand on his chest, over his heart. The room filled with light, making Ricky feel much lighter and causing the pain to disappear. When she removed her hand, she asked, "Is that better?"

Ricky nodded. "Yes. I'm very surprised, but it's much better!" He hugged her and inhaled the scent of her hair. "Of course, being here with you, not being alone...that helps too."

"I understand," Remiel nodded. "And I promise I'll always be here for you."

The next morning, Ricky opened his eyes and turned to take Remiel into his arms, only to feel the prick of a knife on his throat, which cleared away the fog of sleepiness and made him look at her wide eyed.

"What the hell?" He asked, stunned. "What's going on? Is this some sort of new foreplay? I could be into it, but you might have mentioned you were doing it first!"

"Be silent!" Remiel snapped. Then she paused. "Although I suppose that it would be kind of me to ask you how you'd prefer to die after all you've done to me."

"What do you mean?" Ricky asked after picking his jaw up off the floor. "I asked you last night if you wanted to do what we did and you said 'Yes'. You can't accuse me of being ungentlemanly!"

"I can," Remiel said. "I should have known you'd be trouble from the second you first bumped into me."

"But we only met last night!" Ricky protested.

"How I wish that were true," Remiel scoffed. "But you've been a thorn in my side before. Calling me names, making a fool of me, sticking your nose into things that aren't your business...I finally was forced to bathe, but it has nothing to do with you."

"Oh, my god!" Ricky's eyes widened. "Smelly, it's you? Oh, geez!" He jumped out of bed and began rubbing his arms furiously. "I had unprotected sex with Smelly! What was I thinking?"

"Please," Remiel rolled her eyes. "Even if this was a problem, you wouldn't have to deal with any of the long term consequences since you're a man!"

"Oh, you think?" Ricky questioned. "Your father would smite me, probably, if it seemed like I'd abandoned you."

"He wouldn't if I did the job first," Remiel told him. "And I would, to someone who misled me in such a way!"

Ricky scoffed. "And while we're on the subject of misleading people, why would you spend all your time being smelly and gross if you can make yourself smell and look, you know, better? You're so..."

"If you call me, 'beautiful...' Remiel warned and brandished the knife.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Ricky shot back. "But you're certainly not the trainwreck you were before."

Underneath her anger, deep, deep down, part of her, a very small part, was touched. But she shook her head and bared her teeth. "I don't have to put up with this! I'm leaving. And don't you dare tell anyone a word about what we did!"

"Even if I tell no one, we can't deny that it happened and that it was nice," Ricky said and grabbed her to kiss her soundly. "Granted, it's kind of pathetic that you can only be nice when you've got alcohol in you, but...at least you were good for a night."

"Only a night," Remiel said. "Because I swear to you, there will never be another reason for me to come near you again. And that's a promise!" She then strode to the door and slammed it shut as he tried to follow, leaving him alone until checkout, drinking everything he could get his hands on in the mini fridge.