A/N: I don't know why, but I ship these two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trinity Blood.
Abel's consciousness came to him in trickles, like the first rain in a long dried up desert. The sensation started in his mind, a small voice telling him to wake. Then when it got hold of Abel's brain, the thought gradually spread through his body, effectively waking him up in full.
It was a new phenomenon for him, this deep and comfortable sleep. Abel hadn't experience it in a long, long while. Not since before the war perhaps? He wasn't sure anymore.
Feeling came back to Abel's limbs so he twitched his hand in response. Something halted his movement though, something... Something warm and soft.
Now that he thought of it, there's something tickling his nose. It's soft and smooth. Hair maybe? It smells of fresh lavender.
When the former priest opened his eyes, they widen in surprise at what he saw. Long golden tresses were scattered on the pillow, belonging to his tovadesh, Astharoshe Asran. Who had become his wife.
Abel gazed lovingly at his new wife's face. He still couldn't believe it. Astha was very different when she's asleep. Astha's usual frown was smooth out and her mouth was slightly open, she's snoring softly as well.
The two of them were on their sides, Astha's slender arms are wrapped around Abel while his were on her neck and waist respectively. Their legs were entwined with each other's and they were barely clothed. Yet, the couple was enjoying a sweet embrace.
She looked peaceful and it was the most beautiful sight that Abel had ever seen. He never would have thought that he could have this life. The world in peace at last, his sister nearby and a remarkable woman at his side.
Abel ran his fingers through Astha's locks, his winter blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Yet... After all that had happened, every lost and every heartbreak, he still survived.
Abel made mistakes long ago and they still haunted him until this day. He regrets it dearly and sometimes he wishes he could take it all back. He learned he couldn't though and that he needs to move on. Lilith, forever stayed in his heart, that will never change.
Years passed and his lost hope was returned by a naive girl. Abel realized that it was time for him to face the world and that protecting Caterina is his atonement. While doing that, he met her.
At first Abel was fond of Astha because he saw himself in her. Astha was brash and violent, she always let her emotions cloud her judgement just like him. Unlike him though, she learned from her mistakes before it was too late. She understood him and he balanced out her personality. It wasn't easy but here they are now, officially together.
A contented smile made its way on Abel's lips. Looking down on his wife, it became mischievous. It wasn't every day that he lets this side of him come out, he was a priest for a time after all. But now, no longer.
Abel lightly traced the contours of Astha's face with his fingers. The slope of her aristocratic eyebrows, the shape of her small nose, her smooth but pale cheeks and the soft curve of her cherry lips. This is her, his brave and beautiful wife.
Astha was still using Abel's other arm as her pillow but he managed to bury his fingers in her hair while his other hand gently tilted her face upward. Abel leaned down to press his lips to her slightly open once.
Abel planned it to be just a chased kiss, a mere lips on lips. Astha however, disagrees. Abel felt Astha respond, slowly but firmly she pressed back, her lips moved in tandem with his. Her arms rose on his back to pull him closer.
The couple rolled over, each wanting to be the one on top. Their legs were tangled together, their hands were all over one another and their lips still joined. Lost with each other, the two didn't noticed that they already reached the edge of the bed.
One last role and then. They fell, Abel switched them in time so he was the one who hit the floor, with Astha still in his strong arms. The couple finally stopped kissing to stare deeply in one another's eyes.
"Well, that's one way to say good morning." Abel said a bit sheepishly, a lopsided smile on his face.
"Idiot."
Astha glared for a heartbeat and then, they dissolve into laughter. As his wife helped him up, Abel thanks God for this. A beautiful life and he's blessed to live it.
A/N: Thanks for reading!