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A hand appeared before him.
John looked up, and standing in the centre of the storm was Chas, offering John his hand. Chas didn't appear angry, or upset, or indeed emotional at all. He just looked impassive, and it made John worry.
"Take it, John."
John didn't move, he just remained still, examining Chas closely. The boy was perfect, from those soulful eyes to that adorable curly hair, to that cute nose. However, Chas was shivering, wearing only his t-shirt and jeans.
"Fucking take it, John," Chas repeated coldly.
Lightning flashed as John closed his fingers around the angel's slender ones. It was in that brief moment of contact that he knew he loved Chas more dearly than anything else, anything there ever could be.
Chas pulled John up. "Couldn't leave me alone for ten minutes, could you, John? Had to come and tell me how bloody disgusting you think I am..." He was trying to sound cold, but his words just sounded hurt.
"I don't think you're disgusting," said John quietly. "You're amazing, Chas."
Chas swallowed. "What do you mean?" he said in a hushed voice.
John couldn't fight his urges any longer. Standing out in the middle of a storm, drenched through, his lips touched Chas' softly, tenderly. Chas, shocked, didn't respond for a moment. Then somehow they fell into each other's arms, lips still locked. The kiss deepened. John never wanted it to end.
Finally, gasping, he pulled away, though remained holding the half-breed in his arms. "I love you, Chas," he whispered.
Chas didn't speak for a moment, then he smiled softly. "Let's get inside, John."