Disclaimer: No, don't own anything but the plot, and that's just the inane smutty ramblings of a sick mind. Shame…..
Three weeks, three weeks and he still hadn't shown up. Sarah was beginning to lose her cool. He could have just stopped by for a second, just to reassure her he was still interested. She smiled at the selfish thoughts. She knew he was interested, he was just busy. He was working, probably to save not just her skin but the entire existence of the world. Like Buffy with wings, she giggled to herself.
"I do hope that was not another attempt to equate me with a young girl" a velvet voice drawled in her ear, causing her to jump several inches and spill her coffee over whomever was standing next to her.
"Jesus wept, do I have to start wearing pvc around you!" he cursed, dabbing ineffectively at his jacket. Suddenly he stopped and raised an eyebrow mischievously, "On second thoughts.." he muttered, pulling her into a tight embrace, " I've heard it always looks better on women!"
Sarah giggled, pulling him closer and raising up on tip toe so she could whisper close to his mouth.
" Thanks, I now have this horrible vision of you looking like the weirdo from the Rocky Horror Picture show" she struggled and failed to keep from falling about laughing.
His arms released her, and he watched as she curled up on the bed, tears of laughter rolling down her face.
"Well, I'm glad to see you missed me." he huffed
"Of course I missed you, " she said in amongst her hiccups, " I did, I really missed you." she said, more sincererity creeping into her voice as her giggles subsided. " Let me show you how much." her voice broke on the unexpectedly sensual tone, and she beckoned him over to her side on the bed.
He groaned, " I can't. I just wanted to see how you were doing. We haven't managed to clear the situation up yet, and I am still on duty. I just needed to see you." he sighed and sank down to sit on the end of the bed.
Sarah moved beside him, and gently rubbed his shoulders, still managing to jump in surprise when his wings started to appear through his jacket.
"Uhm, little fact of angel anatomy you may wish to be aware of." he breathed unevenly, " Touching my shoulders like that is rather similar to , uhm, well, ….have you ever seen Barbarella?" he blushed.
Sarah smiled, her cheeks had flushed of their own accord. Gently she ran her fingers through his rapidly developing wingspan, nuzzling her face into the downy softness of him. Suddenly he turned, knocking her off the bed with the tip of one wing. The last thing she heard as her head hit the floor and the world went black was the cursing of a suddenly very pissed off angel!
Slowly the pain receded, and she became aware that she was lying in a hospital bed. The puke coloured walls and curtains were always a dead giveaway, she grumbled.
"Hello there, glad to see you're back in the world of the living. Quite a bump you had there you know. Can you remember anything about how you managed to be unconscious?" the nurse bustled about in an efficient manner, adjusting the pillows and pulling the covers up higher.
" Your Dad brought you in, but he said he couldn't stay. Said something about the situation in the middle east and being on duty?" she questioned gently. She had not been happy about his explanation of her patients condition. People didn't usually fall out of bed and smack their head against the floor so hard that they had hairline skull fractures!
"Uhm, he is not my father," Sarah moaned. " He is my lover" or would be if I could get him alone in a room without either him being spirited away or blacking out on him, she grumped to herself.
"Oh, sorry." the nurse said, her eyes twinkling slightly, "So how did you manage to hit your head?"
"I, uhm, I, well I fell off the bed….suddenly…..it was an accident!" Sarah replied, blushing as she thought of her actions and intentions. Suddenly it her that the Metatron would be feeling equally frustrated as she had been last time he had left her. She chuckled at the thought, but sobered as she realised how upset he would have been. He had injured her, and all had done was to turn around. Worse still, he had to go back to work, not knowing if she was alright. Her face pictured her misery, and the nurse took pity on her. Pulling the curtain round the bed she smiled at Sarah,
"You just sleep a little. It is late, and you need your rest before you see the Doctor in the morning."
And, with a quick pat on the shoulder, she was gone. Leaving Sarah to dream of Gabriel, his eyes, his voice, his hands, his wings…..