A/N: Glad you guys are enjoying this! It's my first attempt at a full-length slash fic :D.
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Leaning back on the wooden chair in Cardinal Jinette's study, Gabriel felt rather as though he had been hit in the head with a heavy object, his head was spinning so much. He was vaguely aware of Cardinal Jinette sitting opposite him, talking, but the words didn't seem able to penetrate his mind.
Carl. Carl. What happened?
What the hell just happened?
Not that it was anything like hell. It was like heaven. But I don't get it. I certainly wasn't expecting us to end up in a clinch anytime in the future. In fact, I wasn't expecting it at all.
I've thought about it before, but only in my wildest dreams, on those cold, wet, lonely nights fighting evil away from you.
You tasted so good, Carl, better than I expected...
"Gabriel, are you even listening to me?" Cardinal Jinette's roar broke through his musings, making him jump.
"I... erm... I'm not feeling too... normal," Gabriel replied truthfully.
Jinette's
face darkened in concern. "You don't look it," he agreed.
"What say we postpone our meeting until you feel better,
eh?"
Gabriel was surprised to be recieving so much
concern from the Cardinal, and his insides squirmed guiltily. He
nodded gratefully, then walked out, deciding to find Carl to confront
him. They needed to talk.
I need to know where I stand.
I need to know how you feel.
I need to know how I feel.