Devery followed Michael into the bunker, frowning as she observed him. He appeared to be limping and she could swear she saw him clutching his abdomen.
Swearing softly she hurried her steps and caught up to him, "Come on," she sighed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and grunting softly when he let his weight collapse against her slightly. She walked him slowly down the hallway to Miles' room, kicking the door open with a grunt.
She could hear Michael's labored breathing as she lowered him to the bed, her shoulder aching. Michael swore softly, his fingers digging into the coverlet of the bed, eyes pinched shut in pain.
Devery began wrestling his jacket off, shaking her head in frustration, "What the hell happened to you?" she demanded softly.
He shook his head, "Noma attacked me when I tried to convince Alex not to stay with her. He's under her control," he murmured, wincing in pain as Devery tugged his shirt off.
Devery looked at him sharply, "What do you mean?" she asked tersely, crouching down to examine his wounds. They were barely healed, and most had cracked open, weeping blood. Where her hand rested on his chest she could feel a fever burning, his skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"She's carrying his child, and Lucifer is convincing him that they'll…shit…"he hissed as her fingers probed one of his wounds, his face a mask of pain, "they'll kill all the higher angels. Me, Gabriel, everyone. All the lower angels too," he whispered, his breath coming in sharp pants.
Devery scowled and shook her head, "I knew I should have killed her when I had the chance," she muttered angrily. Sighing, she lifted her hands from his chest and placed them on the sides of his face, "Hold still, this might hurt," she murmured.
Michael frowned at her, "I'm fine, the wounds will heal in time," he murmured weakly, his eyes fluttering.
"I thought you couldn't heal angels," Gabriel's voice came from behind her, softly questioning.
Devery's shoulders tightened, "Your wounds are infected. I can heal you, so shut up and let me do it." She barely glanced over her shoulder at Gabriel, but when she did, her eyes were narrowed in anger, "I didn't know I could heal you without killing myself. I do what I can now."
Turning her attention back to Michael she sighed softly, allowing her powers to flow into him with a warm golden glow. Michael groaned as his wounds began to heal, his fever fluctuating and burning away, his head spinning.
When she felt the last of the wounds heal fully she lifted her hands from his face with a sigh, her eyes opening slowly. Her entire body felt loose limbed and rubbery, her head spinning as she stood, black spots appearing before her eyes.
Her fists clenched as she steadied herself, taking a deep breath. Smiling faintly down at Michael she ran a hand through her hair, sighing, "You should rest, get some sleep. I'll make dinner," she murmured.
Michael frowned and opened his mouth to refuse, but was interrupted by a yawn cracking his jaw. Devery smirked softly and shook her head, turning on her heel to march out of the room past Gabriel, barely sparing him a glance.
Her hands were busy as she pulled packs of venison from the chest freezer, potatoes from the pantry and carrots from the crisper in the fridge. But her mind…it raced. She couldn't believe Alex was falling for Lucifer's bullshit lines, but after seeing what his minions offered to her…it was hard to blame him for wanting his child.
Placing the meat in a bowl of warm water she sighed and ran a hand over her face, wishing she could erase all of her problems as easily as she could wipe the water from her hands. She could hear Gabriel and Michael talking softly and knew it had to be about her, but she refused to use her powers and hear what they were saying.
She didn't want to know.
Turning to the task of preparing dinner she began washing the carrots and potatoes, her hands working rhythmically as she chopped and peeled, placing the vegetables in a bowl and seasoning them.
"Can I help?"
She stiffened for a moment and then shook her head, "Only by leaving," she replied bitterly, her knife moving rapidly through potatoes.
The room fell silent, so quiet she could hear his breath behind her as he watched her, never moving, never speaking.
When she had finished prepping the vegetables she cleaned her knife and turned, wiping her hands off, "What do you want?" she demanded of him, her brow lifting.
Gabriel shrugged, "To know if you care at all about Alex and what is going to happen to him now that he is Lucifer's pawn."
Anger pulsed through Devery, "How dare you, of course I care about Alex, he's my friend. But his dilemma is because you and your brother couldn't properly kill Lucifer in the first place! This, it's not on me," she snarled, her eyes blazing with anger.
Gabriel nodded, "You're right, this isn't your fault. Almost everything that has happened to humanity is heaven's fault. But that doesn't mean you should just give up on everything. We need you."
Devery shook her head, "I'm done talking about this." She tossed her towel aside and stepped past him, "I'm going to train before dinner," she muttered. Striding angrily to her room she slammed the door shut and pounded a hand on the wall, frustration making her grit her teeth.
Taking a deep breath she paced around the room until she felt better in control. Quickly changing into her training gear she strapped on her swords and flung open the door, striding down the hallway to the front bunker doors.
Gabriel stepped out of the shadow, making her heart thump, "May I join you?" he asked politely.
"I'd rather you didn't," she snapped, brushing past him and slamming the bunker door behind her.
As she climbed the mountain slowly she reminisced on God's words during their last "discussion". The world would be pitched into ash and blood if she didn't succeed, and if she continued to refuse to help…
She shook her head and climbed up the mountain, breathing steadily as her legs dug into the dirt. Her anger continued to ripple up in waves, unexpectedly; knocking her back, stealing her breath and making her yearn for release.
She wondered as she ran up the mountain if her anger was placed in the wrong location, if perhaps Gabriel had been a pawn in all of this. Fury flooded her and she shook her head; that was ridiculous.
She didn't know how to get past her anger at the angels for what they had done to earth, to humanity, to her….and though she thought she was over what they had done; each new tragedy was like ripping off the newly healed scabs on a wound.
Nearly an hour and a half later she walked slowly down off the mountain, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat, her heart pounding but her mind working slowly, mentally categorizing each action she had taken to get to this point.
She pushed open the bunker doors, groaning softly as her muscles ached. Walking slowly down the hall she listened to the soft conversation carrying on between Gabriel and Michael as she stepped forward slowly, kicking off her boots with a low grunt of effort.
Brushing back her sweaty hair she walked into the kitchen and smiled faintly at the sight of Michael sitting at the dinner table looking healthier than when she had left him. He and Gabriel were discussing something softly, and when she came into sight, their conversation abruptly cut off.
Michael smiled up at her and stood, quickly embracing her, his arms tight and warm around her. "Thank you for everything," he whispered.
Devery smiled and nodded, patting his back, "You're welcome Michael," she murmured in return.
Michael pulled back and studied her for a moment, his brows furrowing, "You look tired," he murmured.
Devery laughed wryly, despite the pang she felt in her stomach, "I just ran up and down a mountain, of course I'm tired," she murmured.
Michael shook his head and lifted a hand, running a thumb over the lines between her brows, "No…that's not why…You aren't sleeping. Why?" he asked softly.
Devery sighed deeply, running a hand over her face, her eyes sliding shut. "Nearly a week ago, I was training, running up the mountain, and I uh, started to yell at your father. When I got to the top of the mountain…" she shook her head, "There was a man waiting for me."
Michael's brow furrowed and she continued, "He revealed to me that he was working for Lucifer…and then he showed me Miles, alive, and as real as the breath in my chest," she murmured, tapping where her heart thumped in her sternum.
Michael sighed deeply, nodding, understanding flooding him.
"I haven't slept the whole week for more than a few hours…I keep dreaming of Miles. He keeps telling me Lucifer's plans, trying to convince me to side with them…" she swallowed hard and looked away, trying to ignore Gabriel in her periphery.
"He wants me to bring him back. He begs me for help….and I can't sleep," she confessed softly, her eyes wet with sorrow and rage. Michael sighed and laid a hand on her shoulder, his eyes pools of sorrow.
Reaching out, he took her hand gently, rubbing his thumb over her flesh gently, his eyes deep pools of distress. "I am so sorry Devery, for everything that has happened to you and your family. But I believe that what you need now, is rest."
Stepping back from her, he walked over to the record player against the wall and flipped a record into place, sighing in satisfaction as the dulcet tones of Etta James filled the room. Turning back to Devery he held out his hand, smiling faintly, "Dance with me," he murmured.
Devery flushed and shook her head, "I-I" she stammered, before reaching out and taking his hand, allowing herself to be pulled into his orbit, her arm winding around his neck. Michael smiled softly and wound an arm around her waist, slowly propelling her around the room, his grip on her firm, yet gentle.
As the music played Devery slowly relaxed, her grip on Michael's shoulder easing, her steps becoming looser and easier. Soon she began to notice that Michael was humming along to the music, his voice low and deep, comforting.
Smiling faintly, she leaned her face against his, closing her eyes as they moved smoothly around the wide open area of the kitchen and dining area. As the last song on the record ended and slid into scratchy white noise she stepped back, smiling faintly at Michael.
"I need to finish preparing dinner, will you give me hand?" she asked softly. Michael nodded and followed her to the counters, the pair working in companionable silence as they sorted potatoes, carrots and venison onto baking sheets.
When all the food had been sorted into the oven Devery shrugged, feeling her sweaty clothes stick to her, grimacing. "I'm going to shower before dinner, can you keep an eye on things?" she murmured to Michael.
He nodded and waved idly at her, "Go, you need time to yourself," he replied softly.
Devery graced him with a warm smile before striding quickly to her room to shower, eager to be clean. She never noticed Gabriel hiding in the shadows, listening yearningly to her and Michael's discussion.
Sighing as the water ran over her body, Devery slowly scrubbed her body and hair, inhaling the gentle scent of mint and eucalyptus. Her muscles slowly unclenched, easing away the tension that had built up over the long day.
With a deep sigh she shut off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body, gently squeezing the water from her hair, humming an Etta James song softly. She dressed slowly, taking her time, enjoying the relaxed sensation in her limbs, one that had not been there for days…weeks…months really.
Plaiting her hair back in a simple braid she sighed and swung the door open, listening to the soft music still playing and the low tones of conversation between Gabriel and Michael. Walking slowly out to the kitchen she came to an abrupt halt at the sight of the two angels sitting at the table, looking well….
Both men looked up at her, their conversation cutting short. Michael shrugged his shoulders unconsciously, giving her an awkward smile. Both angels were dressed in her dead "father's" clothing….something she hadn't been expecting, and something she didn't know how to handle.
The flannel button down on Michael hung loosely, his lean frame not filling it out, his legs too long for the jeans that he had borrowed.
Gabriel lifted a brow at her as she studied him, his broad shoulders straining the shirt, his thighs filling the dark jeans he wore, making her cheeks flush as she turned away.
Irrational anger filled her, her hands clenching into fists as she turned to take a deep breath, biting back harsh words. Gabriel stood and went to the oven, pulling out the dinner she had prepared, carefully settling it onto plates before turning to serve it out to Michael and Devery.
Devery slid silently into her chair at the table, watching as Gabriel settled the plates on the table. As the trio settled into their meal, silence ruled the room, the only sounds filling the room were knives and forks scraping plates and the occasional awkward comment.
When her plate had been cleared she moved to stand and clear the table but was quickly cut off by Gabriel who had stood and begun clearing the plates without a word, his gaze narrow and focused.
Devery glanced over at Michael who gave her a warm, bemused look, shrugging softly. "I'm grateful to you for giving us shelter Devery, but I need to scout the surrounding area and make sure that Lucifer hasn't sent anyone after us. I'll be away most of the night, is that alright?" he asked quietly.
Devery nodded, "That's fine, but please, be careful. I'd hate to have to patch you up again," she murmured softly, her brow lifting and her lips curling in amusement.
Michael's eyes warmed and he nodded, reaching out to squeeze her arm gently before standing and walking quickly to the front bunker doors. When Devery heard the bunker doors slam shut she stood, tossing her napkin onto the table before walking quickly to her room.
She saw Gabriel watching her from the corner of her eye, but to her surprise he remained silent, letting her escape into her room for well needed solitude. Stripping off her yoga pants and tshirt, she happily changed into a soft cotton nightdress that hung to midthigh, leaving her bare and cool in the dry air of the bunker.
Settling on her bed she pulled her newest book out and reclined back against the pillows, eagerly allowing herself to fall into the story and away from everything that plagued her. As time passed her eyes grew heavy, unable to stay open as she struggled to finish her chapter.
Sighing, she leaned over and rested the book on the nightstand, marking her page carefully before lifting the covers and shutting off the lights. As she closed her eyes she heard the faint sounds of Gabriel moving around the bunker, the noises soothing her for some unfathomable reason.
Her breathing eased and she slipped into darkness….
Devery woke abruptly, her heart pounding. She had been trapped in a nightmare….sighing deeply she ran a hand over her face.
"Bad dream kid?"
Her head snapped up at the sound of Miles's voice, her heart pounding. "Miles?" she whispered in amazement, her voice tiny. He nodded and a breath later she had launched herself into his arms, hers tight around his neck.
"I had a nightmare you were dead," she whispered, her voice breaking.
Miles nodded and patted her back softly, "I know sweetie, but it wasn't a dream," he murmured gently.
Devery's blood ran cold and she scrambled backwards, pulse thrumming. In the white moonlight she could see just how pale he was; paler than death. Reaching a tentative hand out she gasped when it passed through his torso, as easily as smoke.
Jumping off the bed she shook her head, a growing sense of horror grasping her. Miles stood and loomed over her, a sad smile on his macabre face. "Don't you want me back Devery? We can be a family again. He can give me back if you help him," he murmured.
Devery shook her head vehemently, "No," she whispered weakly, tears running down her face. Oh…oh how she yearned for it to be true…to be able to have him back, to guide her, to love and protect her…but it wasn't meant to be.
Miles gazed at her longingly, sorrowfully, as his skin and body began to rot and age, turning him into a monster. Reaching a hand out to her, he gasped and sobbed, "Please Devery, save me," he begged.
Devery reeled back in horror, crying and scrambling to escape the nightmare before her.
Devery woke abruptly, her heart pounding as she wept, her pillow damp with her tears. Gasping softly she sat up, wiping her face off roughly. Looking wildly around the room, she sighed in relief; there was no sign of Miles anywhere, no sign of her nightmare come to life.
Sliding out of bed she ran a hand through her hair, tugging at the few knots as she reached into her closet for her bottle of homemade apple pie moonshine, unstoppering it and swigging deeply.
Wandering out of her room she listened intently, smirking when she heard nothing but silence and the occasional snore from the den where Gabriel was sleeping. Strolling casually to Miles's room she pushed the door open, wincing when it creaked softly.
Peering in, she smirked in satisfaction when she saw that the bed was empty—Miles was still gone. Quickly walking to the closet she shoved open the door to the interior training room, her feet soft whispers against the mats as she stepped forward.
Setting the bottle down she stared at the array of weapons before her, some she hadn't practiced with in years. Reaching out, she lifted a spear from the wall, twirling it gently. The weight of it felt odd in her hands, so different than her swords normally did.
Her feet began to move slowly, dancing as her hands moved, lunging and swirling the spear in a complicated pattern. When the spear tip spun down and slammed into the floor she let out a deep breath, satisfaction rushing through her.
Lifting the spear point she carried it back to its space on the wall, reaching out for her bottle of moonshine for a drink.
"Can't sleep?"
Sighing deeply she shook her head, turning to glare at him, "What do you want Gabriel?" she demanded.
Gabriel smirked softly, "I heard someone and thought perhaps I should check to ensure that your home hadn't been invaded. I'll leave," he offered softly, turning to go.
"You'll give in that easily?" Devery taunted before hurrying to step in front of him, her dark eyes blazing up at him, her expression daring him to do something.
"You're drunk and I'm not going to keep having this argument with you," Gabriel murmured, trying to push past her. To his surprise Devery shoved him back, her push more forceful than he was expecting for a drunk woman.
"I didn't think you were so weak Gabriel. Come on," she taunted, shoving him, "Fight with me," she demanded.
Part of her knew she was treading on dangerous ground by going after Gabriel like this, but her bitterness and anger had swollen up within her until it felt like she couldn't breathe, every time she looked at him.
Gabriel's eyes narrowed, "I am not weak, but I don't understand how you're able to trust and forgive my brother, but not me," he murmured, glaring down at her.
Devery rolled her eyes and lifted the bottle of moonshine to take a drink, gasping softly when Gabriel snatched it from her hand and began drinking. "I forgive your brother because despite everything he's done…he hasn't tried to kill me, and he didn't succeed in killing the only family I had left."
She glared at him, "That was all you."
Gabriel scowled and took another drink, "How many times will I have to apologize for what I've done?" he demanded, frustration writhing in his belly.
Devery's eyes widened in disbelief, anger boiling up within her. "You've NEVER apologized to me!" she shouted. Lunging forward, she snatched the bottle away from him, taking a deep swig before setting it on the floor, her head buzzing.
In a flash she was on him, a knife at his throat—where it came from he had no idea, but the blade cut into his skin making him wince and jerk back. Slamming his foot into hers, he slammed his head forward, smashing his forehead into her cheekbone as she lunged back.
As she two-stepped back Gabriel's long fingers wrapped around her wrist, wrenching until she released the knife. Releasing her, he danced back, avoiding her as she attacked, her face a mask of rage.
Her fist connected with his jaw, snapping it to the side, and a moment later he felt her elbow clip his throat, nearly crushing his windpipe. Devery's anger overflowed, like water breaking free from a dam.
"Come on! Fight back!" she yelled, her eyes blazing. Rage pulsed within her, nearly blinding her as she attacked him, begging him to hurt her.
Gabriel shook his head, "No." He wasn't going to engage with her, no matter how angry her actions were making him. He had indulged himself violently over the years, and had done so particularly against Devery, he wasn't about to give her further reason to hate him.
Stepping past her he grabbed her arms and flung her roughly back against the wall, immediately stepping close and trapping her with his body. His hands trapped her wrists against the wall, his hips caging her in, his face inches from hers.
"What do you want from me?" he demanded, "Do you want me to hit you? To kill you?" he growled, "Do you want me to prove I'm a monster?" he snarled.
Devery's eyes blazed with eagerness, her arms straining against his hands as she bore closer to him.
"Yes" she hissed.
Gabriel felt a slip of shock flow through him at the one simple word.
Devery watched with anticipation as a burning look filled Gabriel's eyes, his jaw tightening. "You've only ever made me feel pain Gabriel," she whispered, "It's all you know," she said with a cold laugh.
Gabriel snarled, his right hand moved up her arm to her throat, pinning her to the wall, slowly cutting off her air supply. A moment later his mouth descended on hers in a bruising kiss that lacked all tenderness and compassion, his hands crushing her where he held her. When he pulled away long moments later they were both breathless, and his lip was bloodied from where she had bit him.
"I'll make you feel something other than pain," Gabriel whispered hoarsely, his fingers wrapped tightly around her throat, his breath hot against her face.
Devery laughed harshly, "I'd like to see you try," she gasped, struggling against his hands, her pulse thrumming rapidly after their kiss.
Gabriel's blood pumped harder through his veins at her words, the challenge she was issuing him made him irrationally angry, and hungry, eager for her. His hand at her wrist released, moving to her waist, bunching up her nightgown as his mouth slanted over hers again, his hips sliding against hers.
Devery's hands clutched Gabriel's flannel, fighting the urge to kiss him back, fighting the desire that was rising within her. When he pulled back and began sliding his lips along her jaw and throat, his teeth nipping at her earlobe, she was barely able to bite back a moan of pleasure.
"I can feel your heart beating faster," Gabriel taunted as his mouth moved across her throat, his hips pushing against hers as his fingers dug into her hip.
"That's because I want to kick your ass," she replied, breathing heavily, lying through her gritted teeth. She wanted so much more than what he was currently doing….
Gabriel chuckled darkly, smirking against her skin and yanked the strap of her nightgown down, baring a breast to the cool air of the training room. Devery gasped involuntarily when a moment later his mouth closed around it, his tongue swiping across her nipple repeatedly.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck!
She inhaled sharply as his teeth tugged on her nipple, sending an intense ache of pleasure through her. His hand moved from her waist to cup her ass, drawing her hips tightly against his so she could feel his growing erection through his jeans.
A moment later the other side of her nightgown had been yanked down and her other breast was in his mouth. Devery couldn't restrain her moan of desire this time and when she heard Gabriel's low chuckle, annoyance rippled through her once more.
Gabriel's hands worked quickly to shove her nightgown the rest of the way off, leaving it pooled at her feet. His hands ran over her skin, amazed that it was just as soft as he had imagined it would be, his eyes darting up to hers as her breathing grew more rapid.
Her pupils were wide with desire, and her lips were parted as soft gasps escaped her. Gabriel grabbed her hips, lifting her easily, smirking when her legs wrapped around his waist and she eagerly began kissing him.
Devery snaked her arms around Gabriel's neck, her lips pressing against his with a low moan. She hated the way her body was responding to his touch, his kiss, but every stroke of his fingers against her breasts and every nip of his mouth against her neck made her crazy.
Gabriel rolled his hips into hers as he kissed her, groaning at the sensation of her body writhing back against him. Devery pulled back slightly, her breath coming in harsh pants as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, her eyes blazing into his.
"What do you feel now?" he whispered, running his thumb over her nipple, watching as her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes fluttered with pleasure.
Devery leaned in and kissed his jaw, her teeth skimming over his skin, the taste of him making her moan softly. "Shut the hell up," she whispered as she tugged on his shirt, yanking the buttons open, her nails scraping over his chest.
Gabriel shivered at her touch, eager for more. Her hands shoved at the shirt, grinning when he leaned back to help her shove it off. A moment later her grin faded as her tongue darted out across the skin of his chest, her lips kissing downwards.
Gabriel released her, allowing her feet to touch back down on the ground, his hands running down her sides to wind into the band of her lacy underwear, yanking on them until they ripped off.
Devery gasped as the cool air hit her damp core, her legs trembling with desire. Gabriel leaned in, one muscled arm on the wall beside her face as his hand skimmed up her thigh, sending shivers over her skin.
"Still don't feel anything?" he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her neck softly, his fingers skating slowly, so slowly upwards. Devery bit her lip in frustration, aching for him to touch her, but unwilling to say anything as long as he was taunting her.
"Fuck you," she hissed.
Gabriel laughed softly, his dark eyes meeting hers, "Planning on it," he whispered. A moment later his thumb caressed her clit slowly, pleasure shivering through her. Devery gasped faintly as his thumb began to move faster, pleasure building within her.
Biting her lip, she fought the urge to moan as Gabriel slid two fingers inside her, curling them against her, his thumb stroking her clit quickly. Fuck….oh fuck me…ohhhh! Her head tilted back against the wall as she tried not to cry out, unwilling to give Gabriel that satisfaction.
Gabriel watched her face as he continued to pleasure her, knowing she was feeling something, but loath to expose her emotions like that in front of him. Smirking softly, he leaned in and began placing firm kisses to her neck, biting her softly.
Devery's legs shuddered as the pleasure within her grew, her chest aching from holding in her cries of pleasure. Gabriel pressed harder on her clit and began thrusting his fingers faster inside of her, smirking against her breast as she gasped and thrust her hips rapidly against his hand.
Tugging her nipple between his teeth he breathed heavily, his own desire growing as her body writhed against him, small whimpers escaping from her throat. Devery panted, feeling pleasure growing within her, small spots of light appearing before her eyes.
Her fingers dug into the base of Gabriel's neck, her hips moving restlessly, aching for release. A low whimper escaped her as the pressure within her built, her gasps growing more frequent, despite her attempts to stop them from escaping.
Gabriel ached to be inside her, feel her come around him, but he wanted to see if he could make her say his name first. "Come on Devery," he whispered against her neck, "let me hear you."
Devery gasped and shuddered as fiery pleasure consumed her, her body shuddering around Gabriel's skillful fingers. Her nails bit into the skin at his neck, her body arching against his, her nipples pebbled and brushing against his chest as hers heaved with desire, her mouth open in an gasp beside his ear.
"F-fuuuck," she whispered.
Gabriel smirked in delight and slid his hand from her, pressing a harsh kiss to her lips that he was surprised to find she returned eagerly. Her mouth was hot and strong against his, her hips pushing against his with a soft moan.
Gabriel groaned and kissed her back, his fingers winding through her hair, desperate for more. Devery's fingers scrapped down his back, over his finely muscles abdomen and to the button on his jeans, quickly shoving them down, freeing his erection.
Her hand slid down to grasp him, her thumb running over his swollen tip, sending raw shivers of pleasure through him. Gabriel swore softly at the sensation of her hand on him, gasping softly against her neck where his head had collapsed against her shoulder.
Devery smirked and squeezed his cock, stroking him slowly, enjoying the feeling of his velvety skin against hers. "How does that feel?" she whispered in his ear, laughing when he groaned and bucked his hips into her hand.
Gabriel swore and jerked back, pulling himself from Devery's grip, chest heaving with desire. His gaze burned with lust where it met Devery's and he saw it reflected there in hers. Grabbing her left thigh he drug it up to his waist, wrapping it around as he tilted his hips to center himself at her wet entrance.
In one sharp thrust he filled her, his hand bracing against the wall as he snapped his hips back and then into her again, both of them crying out, neither able to hold back their pleasure. Devery arched against him, her hands gripping onto his shoulders as he thrust harshly into her.
Gabriel rolled her nipple between his fingers, tugging on it until the line between pleasure and pain blurred. Devery moaned, desperate for more, her hips moving wildly against his as her nails scored down his chest.
Gabriel groaned at her reaction, eager for more, and began rolling her other nipple between his fingers, still thrusting harshly into her. His breath was coming in ragged gasps and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, being inside of her, where he had wanted to be for so long…
His mouth found hers and they shared a kiss that left them both breathless and his hips staggering as her nails scored across his back, drawing him closer. Gabriel wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her, smirking as her legs wrapped around him.
Devery sunk deeper down onto Gabriel's cock, groaning in satisfaction as he thrust up into her. His muscular arms held onto her as he fucked her, eliciting moans from her as he struck deep within her.
Devery bit Gabriel's shoulder, sucking the skin gently, satisfaction thrumming through her at his moan. When his hand snuck between them and began stroking her clit again she flinched and moaned, unprepared for the onslaught of pleasure that flooded her.
"Fuck!" she cried out, arching against him.
They moved desperately against each other, Gabriel's legs trembling from the effort of fucking her, his moans growing louder as pleasure boiled up within him. Devery gasped as his thumb rubbed against her clit and his hips snapped up against hers, the pleasure nearly blinding.
Devery stiffened, arching against Gabriel as she came, her body tightening around him as he thrust, lightning appearing behind her closed eyelids. Her nails sliced into Gabriel's shoulders as she clung to him desperately, her moans and her hips swirling against him slowly.
Gabriel cursed as his balls tightened, his pleasure blinding him as he came. Devery's body shuddered around him, their voices joining in cries of pleasure as he thrust slowly, achingly. His chest had a light sheen of sweat on it as he gasped for breath, holding onto her, feeling her heart pound against his, her arms wrapped tightly around him as she panted in pleasure.
As his breathing slowed he rested his forehead against her shoulder, his mind racing along with his heart.
Devery could still feel her body thrumming with pleasure as Gabriel rested his forehead against her shoulder, his breath cooling the sweat on her skin. Her fingers trembled against his shoulders and her breath came in soft pants.
Leaning her head back against the wall she closed her eyes, wondering what the hell she was going to do now. After a moment she pushed against his shoulders, forcing him back and allowing her to slide down to the floor.
Without looking at him she crouched down, snatching up her nightgown and sliding it back over her head, picking up her ripped underwear before turning and walking unsteadily to the doorway and snatching up the bottle of moonshine.
Gabriel readjusted himself and watched Devery redress and pick up her underwear. When she walked away without a word he couldn't hold his words in any longer. "You felt something, you can't deny it," he called out softly.
Her shoulders stiffened and she stood in the doorway for a moment, "I felt you fucking me. That's it." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and without a glance backwards, walked up the hallway, leaving him behind.
Gabriel picked up his button down shirt, sliding it back on without buttoning it, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. "I'll make you feel something. You can't hide behind that mask forever, Knight."
Devery slid into bed and stared up at her ceiling, her legs still shaky after her sex with Gabriel. She couldn't deny how her body had responded to him, but she was still angry with him, mind blowing sex notwithstanding.
As her body relaxed she closed her eyes, rolling over in her large, empty bed.
Did you feel that? Can you feel? Or are you so cold now that nothing can touch you?
The voice in her head taunted her as she fell asleep and it sounded uncomfortably like Gabriel's wry, sarcastic one that had just been in her ear, encouraging her to higher planes of pleasure. A frown crossed her lips in her sleep, her fingers digging into the covers gently.
"Gabriel," she sighed.
AN: Well, well, well...i hope you all enjoy this chapter! It was one that I had planned out, and I think the story should be pretty cool moving forward from here. I didn't want Devery and Gabriel's first time together to be sweet and kind, because lets face it, that's not the nature of their relationship. It probably won't be for some time. But, I really enjoy what it is, and I hope you do too! Music for this chapter, "Fingerprints" by Kita Klane, and "Tell Me" by RLUMR. Listen and enjoy, please review, and thank you for reading!