Sarah opened the door cautiously, aware that she had a furious angel pacing round her bedroom and kicking her untidied piles of clothes around.
"Do you have any idea, no, I don't want you to know," he changed mid sentence. His pacing suddenly stopped and a pained expression crossed his face.
"You knew!" he shouted accusingly. "How did you know that there was, well that there was, well…" he blustered, not quite knowing how to broach the subject. He was not used to being delicate about his body, he was thoroughly fed up with the modern women's belief that he was only their room for a bit of action, that he had over time become quite blatant about his lack of equipment. It seemed to calm them down a bit, and prove his angelic origins, as if his wingspan was not proof enough. That Barbarella film had not done the angelic reputation much good. Utter drivel, he thought, making a mental note to get the DVD whilst he was down here again.
Sarah cringed, and putting the sheets back on the bed in a pile she began picking up the clothes which he had kicked around the room in his frustration.
"I just asked, a spur of the moment thing really. I never expected it to be granted." she cringed again. Even to her own ears it was a feeble excuse.
"Exactly what have you done Miss Faulkner!" he hissed angrily, "I was not aware that I had become a succubus. Just what do you think you were playing at. I'm the Metatron, oh God.." he finally wept, throwing himself down onto the bed and burying his head in his hands.
"This is so damn humiliating. I am never in a million years going to live this one down."
Sarah sat down next to him, gently taking one of his large hands in hers, rubbing her thumb in a circle across his palm. The soothing motion took his attention, and he stopped mid sentence, and turned his head to look her accusingly in the eye.
Sarah found herself caught in his gaze. She sucked her erratic breath deep within her chest, and licked her lips nervously. She started to speak, but fear swallowed her words, and she found herself unable to meet his eyes. As she looked away the spell broke and she found her voice again.
"I'm sorry that you feel this way, " Sarah started, her voice unsure and quavering, "but I thought that you liked me. I know that I like you. I just wanted.."
"Sex, that's what you wanted. Is that all you mortals think about. I am an Angel…do I have to spell it out to you! No sex, no relationships" he intoned, with a heavy sarcastic twist. "Not even any bloody alcohol. God I need a drink right now."
He stood, dragging his hand from her startled grip. "So if you would please excuse me, I think I'll go on my vacation now. I think She has had her fun for today." he stated, jerking his head skywards in the dingy little flat.
"But it's not like that," Sarah murmured, her confusion, her embarrassment effecting her speech. "I just wanted us to be happy."
The Metatron disappeared in a flash of light, his last comment an undignified snort.
"I just wanted to love you." Sarah murmured to the empty space he left behind.
"I love you"