The silver city was paradise, literally. The capital where the King and Queen lived with their princes and princesses. Though, Princes, there only were 4. And the other princes and princesses were scattered around the Kingdom, running away from it all.

Since the beginning, they were there, at least, the King and Queen were. It didn't take long for them to create. Their children. Their subjects. Their Kingdom.

Lucifer, Gabriel, Michael and Raphael had seen it all. Decades, centuries, millenniums… Getting older, but not really. Getting wiser, at least they were supposed to. Getting lonelier? For sure.

There wasn't enough time for Gabriel to explain it all to Candice, certainly not while she was mortal, and even less in one night. But he didn't want to let her go, as selfish as he knew that made him. He had seen so many years pass, met so many people who had disappeared in his sea of memories. He didn't want her to drown in that sea. He was certain if he let her go, he would blink, and she'd already be old and dying.

He moved closer to her, not that there was any space left. His body met hers and she tried to move back against the wall.

"What do you want to know?"

What kind of question was that?

Everything.

She wanted to know everything. But she couldn't ask the questions. She didn't know what to ask. How old was he? How many women had he been with? Which stories were true and which ones were not? Did he care about her at all? Or was this simply just a whim? Was he just doing this because he knew she'd be harder to get than those 'silver diggers'? Would he ever accept 'no' for an answer?

Her heart skipped a beat as he moved. His nose grazed her cheek as he made his way to her neck.

"You can ask me anything," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I want you to want me too."

"I-"

"Yes?"

It was hard to resist him. The more she thought about it, the less reasons she could find to refuse him. On one hand, he was handsome, smart, nice and funny. But on the other, he was a Prince, and she had only met him the night before.

She could feel his nose in her neck. She was grateful his lips hadn't touched her skin, though she had no idea how much he wanted to kiss every inch of it.

His hand suddenly found her waist and she quickly covered it with her own. She could feel him smile as he took it and intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Ask me a question, I will answer. Tell me what you want, I will give it to you."

"I don't want anything," she whispered.

"I know. That's what makes you so special."

"What do you want?" she asked with a small and trembling voice.

He paused, then, moved away a little so he could face her.

"Haven't I made it clear? I want you."

"But… why?"

"Well, let's see…" he started, playfully. "You're beautiful, smart, honest, nice. You like to read. And, unlike every other lady your age, you don't want anything to do with me and my family. You're trustworthy. And… something else I can't explain…"

"What?"

"I just want you."

"What if I don't want you?"

He laughed. "Ouch."

"I didn't mean…" she shook her head, mentally cursing at herself for saying such a thing.

"I'd beg you to reconsider. But… a no is a no. No matter how much that would hurt…"

"So, if I want to leave, now or… anytime… you'd let me go?"

"Of course. I don't want to keep you against your will. That would be unpleasant for both of us."

"How…" she hesitated. "How would you make me reconsider?"

"Well, I'd tell you, for instance, that I've never asked this of anyone else. Or felt this way for anyone else, for that matter."

"Felt what?" she frowned. She doubted he could feel anything for her after only a few hours spent talking to her.

"I told you. I can't explain it. I feel like… letting you go would be the biggest mistake of my life. And I'm immortal so that's saying something."

"You mean like… something bad is going to happen to me? Like a hunch?"

"No, nothing like that," he laughed. "I mean like… you… were made for me."

A nervous laugh escaped her. "Even if that's true… you weren't made for me."

"I wasn't made for anything, really…" he shrugged as he took a step back. "I'm just a son."

"And I'm just a daughter."

He smiled. "So, what's stopping us?"

"You're not just a son. You're a Prince."

"And you could be a princess."

"I don't want to be a princess."

"And I don't want to be a Prince. But I don't really have a choice, do I? However, you… I choose you."

She sighed. He didn't make it easy for her to keep refusing him. And she realized she didn't really want to.

"Let's just a run away, you and I."

She almost choked on air. "Run away? To where?"

"Does it matter? Let's go on an adventure. A real one."

She stared at him, studied his face, dived into his eyes, trying to see if he meant it all. An adventure sounded nice. They'd go around the world, see unimaginable things, meet all sorts of people, learn all kinds of tricks…. But could she do it? Could she leave her father behind?

"I'll have to say goodbye to my father. Find an excuse so he doesn't worry about me."

"Of course, anything you want. You can call him, write to him… if you ever want to come back here, we will, you'll just have to say the words."

"Wow… you really want to go, don't you?"

"I don't care where we go. As long as you're there."

"I'm not as special as you think I am. Not as interesting."

He smiled as he cupped her cheek with his right hand.

"You're special enough. And interesting enough. For me."

"For you."

"Maybe I'm not interesting enough for you," he joked, making her laugh.

"You're perfect."

He grinned. "Now, you get it."

"It would be foolish to refuse."

"Letting you go would be the greatest regret of my life."

"I think… I feel the same way."

"Say yes," he said as he approached again. "Say yes."

He brushed his nose against hers, like he had done before, this time, his lips grazing hers. She took in a slow and deep breath as his eyes left hers to fall on her lips. He was waiting for her, for her permission. For her to say the word. He was dying to hear it, as if she was holding his heart in her hands and she could either crush it or be its guardian.

"Yes."

She had barely said the word that his lips were on hers. He launched at her with an impatience and a hunger that he shared with her. Her head banged against the wall, but the pain was quickly forgotten. She kissed him back, though he was stronger in every way. She could feel his hands on her, moving up and down her body, looking for an entry he wouldn't find. Her dress was as modest as she was.

"I want you," he breathed out as he finally let go of her lips.

"You have me."

His mouth attacked her, once more. Kissing her lips, her cheeks, her chin. Kissing his way to her neck, to her cleavage. She gasped as his hands seized the skirt of her dress and lifted it up.

"I'm going to show you how you make me feel," he told her in a whisper, out of breath.

Her eyes grew big as she watched him kneel before her. A cry of surprise escaped her as he tore her skirt apart, leaving it in shred.

A river of emotions ran through her as his hand traveled on the back of her thigh and he started to leave wet kisses on her skin. She turned redder and redder as he made his way up there.

"Gabriel!" she shrieked as he removed her undergarments.

She could feel him smile against the skin of her thigh where he left a kiss before he moved on to where no man had been before. She gasped as she felt his thumb on her, caressing the most sensible spot of her body.

She had heard many ladies talk about their experiences, or rather brag about which Lord they were with the night before. She had found those talks in bad taste, especially in the many innuendos they were using. She had no idea "eating her out" was so accurate.

He had a hunger for it. As soon as he brought his mouth to her, his tongue going in places she had no idea existed, he had one goal and one goal only: to make her scream as loud as possible. That was a game she had never played and even though she tried to keep quiet, she realized she couldn't, and that he wanted the exact opposite. The more she kept quiet, the more he tried.

Her legs felt weak, as if she was about to collapse, but she tried her best not to move too much, to stay the way he wanted her to be. Weird noises came out of her, which seemed to only encourage him more. His hands tried to pin her to the wall, tried to stop her from moving as he made her reach that point.

She came with a slight shake and a quiet shriek. He worked her through it, never stopping, making it better, or worse. Her hand suddenly in his hair, maybe trying to push him away, or make him stay right where he was.

"Oh, Gabriel," she gasped between two breaths, her back arching against the wall.

He waited for her to be done, then, kissed her thigh one last time before standing up on his feet. He placed tiny kisses on her face, then her kips, then a long kiss on her forehead. She grabbed his arm as he slid his hand behind her back to make sure she wouldn't fall should her knees give up on her.

"I've waited for you an eternity," he whispered. "Apologies for my impatience."

She breathed out, maybe laughing a little. "No apologies necessary."

"Shall we go on that adventure, then?"

She smiled, took his face between her hands, then kissed him, before she answered.

"When are we leaving?"