Okay, forgot to do a disclaimer last time. So here we go.
Disclaimers: Except for the plot itself, none of these are mine, really. But if God is listening…… ; )
Author's note: Sorry the chapters are really short, but this is my very first attempt at writing, and I'm nervous. I only saw Dogma for the first time yesterday, and I just had to write something! Please bear with me. No flames please, but all constructive crits welcomed. ….hugs Susy x
The smell of burning was the first thing that Sarah realised as she woke from a deep sleep, seconded by the sound of a rather pissed off angel trying to put out a small inferno on his left sleeve.
"Jesus wept, you'd think with all the flame retardant chemicals this thing as had chucked at it over the years it would be resistant by now!" he grumped to the sleep tussled girl. Sarah sat up, desperately pulling the bedclothes up to cover the fact that she had decided to sleep nude tonight. The humidity was high, and the heat inside the house was fierce, even before the campfire that had been Metatron's jacket had been started.
"Any chance of a place to sit?" he drawled, pushing her feet to one side as he sat down on the end of the bed, inadvertently tugging the fabric clutched to Sarah's chest as his weight settled. Ignoring her squeak of protest her continued to remove his jacket and worry at the burnt patch, poking his fingers through a particularly bad patch.
"Look at this, used to be Armani you realise. Not fit to line a dogs basket now." he looked up expecting sympathy for his ruined suit, and meet Sarah's startled eyes.
" So, uhm, well, uhm. How you feeling? God's worried you know. You seem a little down, not jubilant at victory, not content in the knowledge that you have saved existence and regained your faith?" he rambled, letting his gaze wander. His eyes took in the tightly clutched sheets, the knuckles white trying to keep him from seeing any further, and he chuckled.
The sound was deep and throaty. It took Sarah completely by surprise, and possibly, because she was feeling so vulnerable in her state of undress, it made her angry.
"Do you mind!" she shouted, "How dare you just sneak into my room, park yourself on my bed and make small talk. Have you never heard of privacy! " she stormed, kicking him off the bed and gathering the sheets around her body. She got up and marched past him to the bathroom, becoming crosser by the moment as she noted his amusement at her tirade.
"It's no good," he shouted at her retreating back, disappearing.
Sarah, slammed the door to the bathroom and leant against it for good measure, and because her heart was racing at his presence.
"It's no good Sarah, I can still see you in here" his disembodied voice whispered into her hair.
Sarah jumped, and he laughed, his voice like melted chocolate.
"There are times Sarah, when I wish I had more of a choice about my sexuality…..but I did warn you about angels anatomy didn't I?" his voice murmured silkily in her ear.
"Then I suggest you go do some checking, pervert, and find out why you are suddenly so horny. Get out of my bathroom and let me……" she shouted, only to be interrupted by a strangled cry.
"Sweet Jesus, what the hell is that doing there!!!"