Disclaimer: Nope, don't belong to me, mores the pity. Not making any money, so please don't sue.
A/n; Okay, I know you Americans would rather I said pants, not trousers…but I find it difficult to imagine pants as being something other than a pair of pale blue baggy y fronts…with white edging....not a pretty site! Although if Met wants to run around in them in my room I wouldn't object too strenuously!…not sure if the husband would remain that understanding though!
The scene shifted sideward, and Sarah found her peripheral vision noticed that they were back in her bedroom, and rapidly advancing towards the bed. He pushed his hands up, to tangle in her hair, gently kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, the sensitive spot behind her ear. Sarah moaned, dragging his lips to hers, and kissing the curve of his lips that she had traced before. The back of her legs hit the bed, and they were suddenly lying down, arms wrapped around each other, touching, feeling. The kisses were drugging, awakening her nerve endings until she felt she might explode from the simple touch of the fabric of his jacket. He lifted his head from the crook of her neck, and stared deeply into her eyes, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth, he wrapped his hand in her hair.
" I never knew." he stated simply, dropping another devastating kiss onto the corner of her mouth.
"What do I call you," she whispered, "Do you have a name rather than a title?" her breath was husky, breathing was coming second to feeling at the moment.
His head lifted from nibbling the curve of her jaw, and he smiled, a blinding smile which lit up the room.
"Gabriel, my name is Gabriel my love."
"Oh God," she giggled, "I played you when I was nine, I was the only one tall enough for the costume. Daniel Pinkerton was one of my attendants, and he wet himself mid way 'cos he was too excited!"
The Metatron looked decidedly cool, "Really, you people." he said half-heartedly. "I'm not sure I want to know about how you managed to read about the almighty angel, the voice of God, the highest angel, and figure that was synonymous with a nine year old girl. Is this still happening?" he demanded, looking decidedly peeved.
Sarah smiled enigmatically, and ran her hands up his chest, under the fabric of his jacket, grazing her nails across his sensitised nipples. He shuddered, all thoughts of indignation gone, as he leaned into her touch and let his feelings wash over and through him.
"What!!" he suddenly yelped, jumping up from the bed, and self consciously running his hands over the rumpled fabric of his clothes.
"Yes, of course, be right with you. Just need to ….no of course not!" more indignation, he sighed, I'll just say Good-bye." he muttered testily.
Sarah, shocked at his sudden departure from her arms, watched this internal dialogue with some misgivings. He gazed at her, angry, not at her, but at the situation that was causing him to have to leave her. Just when it was getting interesting, he thought rebelliously. But no, he was needed, God had called and he had to go….now….
He moved towards her, as she stood. Her legs were a little unsteady still, and she stumbled against him. He held her to him, and murmured his apologies.
"I will be back my love, I promise…."
And with the pressure of his lips fading from hers he was gone, leaving Sarah lost in a sea of emotions, and randy as hell!
A/N: hey, the playing Gabriel bit was not fiction…sorry Daniel, it was just begging to be included!
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