It's been some time. I know it has, but for the past two and a half month, I was on a different continent and had almost no time to spend on a computer, so it was really difficult for me to write. I also couldn't read EoD in that time (which I now have. Finally *.*) . I wrote the majority of this chapter before EoD was released, in the desperate hope to get it out before the book, but well... that turned out impossible. Anyway, now that I'm back home I finally read EoD and finished the last bit of this chapter.
Since it was written without having read EoD, it is of course completely spoiler free. Also note that at the time I wrote this, I imagined Raffe wearing underwear, but as it turns out in EoD, angels don't do that :D
Nevermind, I hope you enjoy this chapter (if there is still someone around to read it). Warning for mature content and quite a bit of steaminess ;)

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They make their way back to their condo in silence. Penryn is wrapped in the blanket and Raffe keeps an arm around her waist, tucking her against him.

Inside, Paige is asleep on the couch. Raffe gently shoves Penryn next to her, not wanting to argue over who gets the couch. After what happened at the beach, he's too agitated to sleep anyway. Penryn curls into the blanket, her eyelids already drooping. He tucks hair back from her face and watches as her breathing evens out. She looks a lot more content and sound than she did the nights before.

Raffe exhales forcefully and runs a hand over his face. He spent the majority of the night outside, but he feels like a few more hours out in the cold air will do him good. He silently slips out of the door. Outside, he looks over to the shore, at the spot where they lay, where they lost themselves in each other, and his heartbeat spikes. His hands still itch with the feel of her skin, her warmth, and he can still taste her when he licks his lips. Yeah, he needs a few more hours in the cold wind to calm himself.

With a sigh he spreads his leather wings and takes off.

"I think she's starting to get used to it."

Raffe turns his head to where Penryn is sitting on the window sill, looking outside thoughtfully. Her lower lip is red from biting and lines of worry are etched between her eyebrows. It's an oddly hot day for October and she's wearing a flowy skirt and top, swinging her bare legs absentmindedly. Her skirt has ridden up slightly and his eyes stay on the exposed skin of her mid-thigh for a moment.

He walks over to her and looks outside.

"Where is she?"

"In the woods, I think. She doesn't want me to join or help her anymore." Penryn looks up at him, her eyes swirling with sadness. "I guess she thinks I'm disgusted by her. And why wouldn't she? I treated her like a monster." Her voice cracks at the end.

"Hey," he murmurs and catches her chin in his hand. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It's okay to be weak sometimes. Paige is different now and you couldn't handle it. Now you can. You're so strong, Penryn. And Paige loves you for it. You will get through this, both of you."

Penryn gives him a small smile and puts her hand on his cheek. Raffe has to hold back from leaning into her touch. "When did you get so wise?"

He grins. "That's just how I am. A wise, old man."

She smiles at him. "There you are."

"What?"

"The guy I came to know on the streets. All smirks and arrogance and corny jokes. Lately you always seem so grim."

Actually, he's a ray of sunshine compared to how he was after her 'death'. He's glad she didn't see him then. It was a pretty dark time for him. A lifespan close to eternity doesn't protect you from the pain of true loss. And that night at the aery he had lost everything.

"The last weeks were pretty rough."

Her eyes are so sad that he almost thinks she understands, even though she can't. And he's glad she can't, because there is no way a seventeen year old girl should know what that kind of pain feels like.

"Raffe, I…" she falters, as if she's changing her mind about what she wants to say. "I can't begin to understand how it must be for you. I'm just… I'm sorry. But it's not all lost. We have your wings, and your sword. The rest is just logistics."

She takes his hands in her smaller ones and tugs him closer, wrapping her arms around his middle. He rests his cheek against her hair and concentrates on her warmth. "We're a team," she whispers into his chest. He reciprocates her hug, gently cradling her against him with his arms around her shoulders and waist.

"We are," he agrees quietly.

For a long time they stand there, holding each other and relishing in each other's warmth, forgetting the terrors of the world around them. He closes his eyes and feels her hair tickle his cheek, her face resting in the crook of his neck, warm skin on skin. He kisses her temple and holds her closer.

"Hey, Raffe?"

"Hmm?"

She pulls her head back and looks up at him, her dark eyes glinting. "Are you going to behave like an idiot and push me away again if I kiss you now?"

He grins at her, both hands slipping down to grasp her waist. "Try me."

"Because I will hurt you if you do. Some people just need the sense beaten into their heads."

He can't help but laugh at that. "Is that a threat?"

"Consider it a warning."

Before she can make true of her word, he leans down and presses his lips against hers hungrily, groaning into her mouth at her surprised gasp. She quickly catches on, coming alive under his mouth and hands. She wraps her arms around his neck, hands gripping his hair as her lips open. He squeezes her sides, tugging her forward on the window sill so that he is in between her legs, chests pressed together.

Her hands slip to his arms, squeezing his biceps, and she sighs into the kiss, drawing him closer with her legs. Raffe tries not to think about how the window sill has the perfect height, how she's in just the right position, her legs already on either side of his hips.

He kisses up her throat, sucking on the pale skin under her jaw and she tilts her head to the side eagerly, baring more of her neck to him. He takes this as a sign to continue.

She draws her arms around him and lets her hands travel down his back, following the fabric until she reaches the hem of his shirt. She slips her hands underneath it, fingers splaying over the skin of his lower back. Her fingers travel up, tracing his muscles. She's so enthusiastic, so curious, and it sets him on fire. He presses closer against her, his hips cutting into hers, letting her feel what she's doing to him. But it's okay, he tells himself. There's still layers upon layers of clothing separating them. She gasps and he bites her neck softly, laving his tongue over the mark to soothe it.

Penryn runs her nails lightly over the skin of his back, trailing upwards until she meets the sensitive skin around his wing joints. Her touch is fleeting, careful, but it's enough to make his wings twitch pleasantly. Goosebumps erupt over his back and his hands tighten on her hips, bunching the fabric of her top in his palms.

Then her hands are gone, instead grabbing the hem of his shirt and rucking it up impatiently. "How does this thing go off?" she pants. "How did it even go on with your wings?"

He laughs and pops open the top buttons of her own shirt, baring more skin to his eyes. "Slits in the back."

"Oh. Should've figured that one out on my own."

He grabs his shirt and pulls it off, maneuvering his wings through the slits. This was a lot easier when his wings were made of feathers instead of a rigid bone skeleton.

Small, skittish fingers touch his abs before he fully has his shirt off, making his stomach roll in surprise and his loins throb. He throws his shirt on the floor and lowers his eyes to her again. Her cheeks are tinted a notable shade pinker as she explores his torso. She seems a lot more flustered by tracing the ridges of his ab muscles than she was when she felt his back up under his shirt. Her fingers are light on his skin, sending tingling spikes of excitement through his body.

He tries to keep as still as he can, fighting the urge to push closer to her and soothe the ache in his groin for a moment. They're so close that he can smell the faint scent of the shampoo she used this morning, a light, citrusy aroma that mixes with her natural scent. He leans closer and inhales deeply, trying to ground himself as she follows the path of hair running from below his navel until it disappears behind the waistband of his pants. Okay, either he distracts her from where her hand is currently going, or this thing will go out of hand very soon.

Raffe unbuttons her shirt from the top until the dark blue material of her bra is peeking out, exposing the tantalizing swell of her breasts. He nips the spot between her clavicles and trails downward from there, placing little openmouthed kisses on the soft skin of her cleavage. Her hands still on his belt and her chest rises as she takes in a shuddering breath.

She lets out a soft sigh, much to his delight, but the wet kisses he plants on the top of her breasts don't distract her as much as they seem to animate her to continue her explorations. She's becoming bolder as her breathing gets harder, her hands tightening on his belt and tucking him closer.

Raffe catches her hands just as they are about to dive lower, and laces his fingers with hers. It's not that he doesn't like to have her hands where she just wanted to put them; in fact, he would like that very much. But he needs to stay in control of himself.

And Penryn can be persistent when she has her mind set to something. He's not sure he has the willpower to resist her enthusiasm, so he quickly distracts her by making a headway under her skirt, his fingers brushing against the damp material of her panties. That gets her attention. She moans as he presses more firmly against her, moving his fingers in circles.

He keeps going until her breathing has turned into pants, before he slips his fingers under her panties, drawing a sharp gasp from her. She's warm and slick already and it turns him on so much to touch her like this.
He must've done something she particularly likes, because she bucks against his hand suddenly and squeaks, her back arching slightly. He pulls his head back. He wants to look at her, wants to see the face that goes with the sexy little sounds she emits. His own breathing is hard and labored and his pants are way too tight now. She's quite the sight when she's so turned on, even more beautiful than normal and harder to resist by the second.

He twists his hand and puts his thumb to her clit, rubbing against it with modest pressure while he slowly pushes his index finger inside her. He's met with soft, smooth heat and delicious wetness, eliciting a groan of his own. God, he wants to be inside her so badly.

Raffe is so turned on now that he doesn't protest as she slides her hands down his front again, pausing shortly on his belt before travelling lower to rest on the prominent bulge in his pants. The tentative brush of her hand is hardly noticeable through the firm fabric of his cargo pants, but the slight pressure is enough to drive him absolutely crazy. She's getting him so hard and she's barely even touching him.

He presses a breathless kiss to her lips and she responds eagerly, nipping and sucking on his tongue. She presses harder against him through his pants and he bucks against her like a teenage boy and groans. He manages to pull her hand away and shakes his head curtly, hoping she will get his meaning.

"Raffe." Her tone is almost chiding, impatient.

"No. We're not going there."

She almost whines, hooking her fingers in his belt loops and pulling him closer. "So you're allowed to touch me like that, but I can't do the same with you?"

"Things will go out of control." His eyes meet hers and he squeezes her hips. "This is all there can be."

She furrows her brow, looking upset at first, but then she lowers her eyes almost sheepishly.

"Raffe…," she starts, her voice trailing off like she isn't sure if she wants to say what's on her mind. Instead of going on, she stretches up and nips on his bottom lip. He groans and puts his mouth to her throat, assaulting her sensitive skin with his lips, teeth and tongue.

"Raffe," she tries again, and he knows that there is something going on in that pretty head of hers. He keeps going, hoping to distract her from whatever temptation she is thinking up right now. "You know about protection right? Condoms? Are angels familiar with that fascinating piece of science?"

Her voice is teasing, with a hint of hopefulness. Her fingers disappear from his belt loop and pop open the button of his pants.

"I do. I've been around when those things were invented," he manages to get out while the rest of him is focused on her hands that are dangerously close to his throbbing erection. She pulls down his zipper and he growls against her ear warningly, but she is unfazed. She knows that if he really wanted to stop her, he could do so by simply stepping back and ending this whole madness right here. It's what he should do. And he wants to have the strength to do it, but it's so difficult when they already crossed a line, when they already fucked up big time anyway. Down, down the road they went, and there is pretty much no turning back. In a way, he has known it after the first time they kissed, has known that he wouldn't be able to resist forever. No one can hold back forever…

"So we can use that," she murmurs against his temple and her fingers skitter over him, the fabric of his underwear the only barrier. He sucks in a sharp breath and presses his face into her throat, fighting the need that courses through him. "You said it yourself, anything that doesn't lead to Nephilim is a gray zone."

"What does it matter? I don't suppose you brought a pack with you?" His voice is tight and hoarse and it seems to embolden her, because she slips her hand further down, wedged between the confines of his half-unzipped pants and his boxershorts.

He doesn't know where her sudden boldness comes from and his brain is currently lacking the blood supply it needs to form a coherent thought. He's aching with his need for her, a deep, primeval voice that pounds through him with every breath he takes. She seems to have wakened his inner caveman, a part of him no longer thinking in full sentences, just fragments of want, need, take, now.

"Err… no, but I may or may not have seen a pack in the bathroom. I think… maybe. Probably." She is out of breath, but he's still able to hear the embarrassment in her voice and feel the heat that creeps up her neck. She's practically holding her breath, waiting for his response. He pulls his head back a bit and looks at her. She's flustered and blushing furiously, but her eyes are expectant and determined.

Okay, he has to say something. Here is his chance to tell her all the reasons why they cannot do this.

He says the intelligent thing and grunts "Huh?"

"Come on, it's a remote cabin clearly laid out for two people. What do you think the previous owners did in here?"

Her hand in his pants is distracting him from thinking of a good retort. He's trying to clear his head, but she tentatively cups the bulge in his underwear and squeezes, and that's the end of his futile attempts.

His head sinks down on her shoulder with a groan. He shoves the strap of her top and bra down her shoulder, exposing the curve of her neck and sinks his teeth into the junction of her neck. He pushes her shirt further down and follows the exposed skin with his lips down to the swell of her right breast. He cups her through her shirt and bra and greedily sucks on the soft flesh, pushing her back with his body weight until she leans against the glass of the window, legs still wrapped loosely around him, one hand in his pants, rubbing him softly. Why exactly is she still wearing so much clothes?

Raffe grabs the hem of her skirt and pushes it up, his knuckles brushing over the babysoft skin of her naked thigh. He yanks the collar of her shirt down and the buttons pop open as he pulls down the fabric and one cup of her bra, freeing one mound of pale, creamy skin to his eyes. He palms the supple flesh, feeling her nipple harden in his hand, and squeezes gently. She whines lightly at his touch. His lips crash against hers and he grabs her hair with his free hand, tugging her head back.

When he pulls back and meets her eyes, Penryn is out of breath and flustered, looking baffled at his sudden lack of self-control. It's a pretty great view, her shirt half torn down, her skirt pushed up to her waist, and it makes him want to just grab her and take her like this. She's still wearing too many clothes, though.

"Lift your arms," he rasps impatiently. Her eyebrows rise, but she obeys without hesitation and he pulls her shirt up and off. She unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor. She nips on the skin below his adam's apple and trails lower, pressing kisses to his chest. He brushes his hand down her naked back, to the curve of her rear, before grabbing her under her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the window sill and against him. The feeling of their naked chests pressing together as he leans his weight into her is absolutely delicious and they both moan at the contact. They're touching everywhere. Raffe pushes his hips against her and she exhales shakily at the contact and claws into his arms, pulling him closer.

He leans down to kiss her hungrily and she rolls her hips against him, seeking more friction. They move against each other without thinking, trying to get closer, to relieve at least some of the throbbing need that has them panting and moaning into each other's mouth.

Raffe pulls back his head. "Where are the condoms?"

Penryn stares at him for a moment, then she pushes him back and jumps off the sill. "I'll get them."
She rushes into the bathroom. Raffe is left confused and breathless from the sudden loss of body contact. He rakes his hand through his hair. It's alright, he can handle a few moments without touching her. Yeah, that's totally not a problem.

Penryn is back and practically jumps into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his. Raffe picks her up and against him and the friction between their bodies is back.
He turns them around and stumbles to the heavy wool carpet in front of the fireplace. He kneels down and places Penryn on the soft fur material. She looks up at him, her hair fanning out behind her head, and he drinks her in as she reaches up and strokes the muscles of his torso. Her hands follow the lines of his front all the way down to his still open pants. She hesitates, then tugs on his pants. His breathing speeds up as he helps her ruck his pants down.

Penryn lifts her hips and pulls off her skirt. They are both in their underwear now, just a slim barrier of clothes separating them, and the temperature in the room seems to rise to a smoldering heat.

"Will you push me away again?" she asks.

"Never."

Her hands tug on his underwear, tentative at first and then determined, and before he can utter a sound of surprise (of protest, his rational brain tries to say) she pulls his them down. Penryn props herself up on her elbows and looks at him with flaming cheeks. She looks like she doesn't know where to look. Raffe decides to help her out and kisses her deeply, his arms snaking around her. His body is overrun by sensations, by the feel of the slender planes of her shoulder blades under his hands, the hot press of her mouth on his. Her body is soft in all the places he is hard, and it feels so good to be pressed flush against her, damp skin against skin.

He almost loses his mind when his cock touches her soft, flat belly. But it's nothing compared to how it feels when she reaches between them and skitters her fingers over his length.

"God," he chokes out as she wraps her hand around his shaft, watching his reactions.

"Am I… you need to tell me if I'm doing something wrong!" She sounds breathless and vaguely embarrassed.

"You're not doing anything wrong."

He tugs on her lower lip with his teeth and then licks it to sooth it, before his mouth works his way down her jaw to her neck. He is sucking and kissing her skin, his breathing hard and ragged, his movements almost sloppy. She explores him with a mix of curiosity and shyness, but there is an urgency behind it as well, a need that he notices in the way her other arm wraps around his shoulder and pulls him closer and the way her breathing speeds up against his ear. Her fingers are so small, so unfamiliar on his skin. She rolls her thumb over the tip and he pulls her hand away before he goes insane.

"Condom," he manages to get out and she nods and reaches for her skirt. She holds out a thin foil package. He rips it open with his teeth and looks at the latex. He remembers his amusement over humanity's need to be able to have sex without producing children and the ridiculous things they tried to use as protection well back in the 18th century. He never imagined himself needing one, as She-angels had become infertile eons ago, but here he was.

Penryn watches him slide the latex over his cock with a curiosity that makes him throb with need. When her eyes meet his, there is an intensity in her gaze that he's never seen before.

He leans down and presses his mouth to hers in a deep, hungry kiss. He strokes her hair. Slides her panties down her legs. Penryn's breath stutters as he reaches down to touch her. She's warm and slick for him, but he still kisses down her belly and pulls her thighs apart, baring her for his mouth. He presses his lips to her center and groans in sync with her. There is something about eating her out that gets him to switch from heavily aroused to uncontrollably horny.

He is less teasing now, circling her clit with his tongue and rubbing his fingers against her, and she is squirming and whining for him in no time. He lifts his eyes to watch her and gives her clit a particularly bold suck, quite pleased with himself at her little cry of pleasure.

"Raffe!" she gasps and he is rock hard. He lifts himself up and she pulls him down on her in a frenzy, kissing him deeply, wildly. He sits up and grasps his cock, his eyes meeting hers.

He has the impulse to ask her if she's sure, but he holds back. Penryn would never let him do anything that she doesn't want. Still, he feels that he should check that she's sure about this before this goes on. She looks at him and understands. She nods.

"Yes," she breathes. He strokes her cheek and she kisses his palm and opens her legs for him. He almost shudders from the pure eroticism of this moment.

He wants this so badly it hurts.

Raffe aligns himself with her, nuzzling the head of his cock over her wet entrance. He groans. Goddamnit, he's not even in yet and it already feels so fucking good.

Then he pushes in. Penryn seems to still completely beneath him, and her eyelids flutter shut. He tries to be as gentle as possible over the roaring of blood in his ears, watching her reactions as he slowly, slowly, slides deep home. He's surrounded by her softness, hot and wet and tight, and it feels so good it knocks the wind out of him. He leans down, almost falling over her, catching himself on his elbows, and Penryn's arms go around him again immediately. He holds still, not daring to move, but he doesn't trust his voice to speak.

"Yes," she says again. Yes to a question he hasn't asked.

He presses his forehead against hers and she touches her lips to his. They share a sweet, chaste kiss, and then Penryn shifts her hips and they both moan simultaneously. He begins to move slowly, pulling out a few inches before pushing back in. It takes a few careful thrusts until he settles on a slow, deep rhythm.

It's bliss.

Pure, white hot bliss.

He feels some of the tension ease out of Penryn's legs and arms, and she melts against him, wrapping her thighs around his hips, before a new kind of tension makes her muscles coil. Her breathing speeds up, though it's nowhere as ragged as his. Raffe cups her breasts and molds the soft flesh in his hands, and she arches into his touch.

He picks up the pace slightly and a groan rumbles from deep within his throat. All the time he forbid himself even the thought of her. It seems ludicrous now. This isn't a sin. It feels more right than anything he's ever done in his life.

"Penryn," he groans against her ear and she responds by holding him tighter and rolling her hips up against him. She nods and he feels the movement against his cheek, her soft hair brushing his skin.

Her fingers glide over his back, his skin damp with sweat, and she tentatively touches his wing joints. His wings twitch and shift reflexively and goosebumps erupt over his back. He moans breathlessly and buries his face in her throat. She presses a kiss to his shoulder and his muscles tense and coil as the pressure builds in the pit of his stomach.

Penryn digs her short nails into his arms and draws her legs tighter around him, bringing him deeper, her hips rolling up to meet his thrusts. The mood has changed between them. This is no longer the slow, careful dance of a first time. There is an urgency in the way their bodies rock against each other, something needy, almost desperate in the passionate, deep kisses that they share. They are both too pent-up, to frenzied to have the other to be able to fully control themselves. Her hands grip his damp hair and she sinks her teeth into his neck, then drags her tongue over the lovebite to soothe it.

He's so close. So fucking close.

"Penryn," he breathes, clutching her upper arms, "Penryn, I-"

He thrusts his hips against hers and her breath hitches. He does it again, once, twice, three times, and she moans out, the sound sweet and breathy and high. He pulls his head back to look at her, her bare body sprawled on the sheets beneath him, her eyes closed, her lips red and swollen from kissing. He can't hold on any longer. He catches her lips in a sloppy kiss, groaning and grunting into her mouth and electricity zips through his body, crashing a wave of ecstasy over him. His muscles coil, his entire body pulling taut, his wings spreading forcefully behind his back. She's right there for him and holds onto him, matching his groan with a gasp of her own.

He sinks onto her, his mind still reeling, his wings twitching rhythmically, his muscles shaking. He is completely spend. They sprawl together on the sheets, limbs tangled and damp, heated skin against skin. The air smells like sex and sweatand her and it makes him lightheaded. He is running on sensation, his body tingling everywhere they're touching. He stays on top of her and inside her until he has caught his breath and feels like he can move again. Then he carefully pulls away from her and rolls to the side, facing her. She is still laying on her back, her legs splayed open slightly, her chest rising and falling. He reaches out and caresses a strand of hair out of her face that stuck to her forehead. She turns her face to him and smiles breathlessly.

Now, with the sweat drying on their bodies and their rational minds slowly catching up with them, it should be time for the guilt and regret to come rushing at them, but that doesn't happen. Raffe feels as free and light as he never has before. Judging from the sparkle in her eyes, Penryn does too.

She rolls onto her side as well to face him and he throws an arm around her waist and pulls her close, their legs intertwining. She props herself up on her elbow and presses a kiss to his shoulder.

"Hey, Raffe?"

"Hmm?"

She looks up at him and grins. "I'm really glad there were condoms in the bathroom."

He laughs and pecks her on the tip of the nose. "I guess this makes you a seductress."

Her expression turns stern. "Do you regret it?"

"Never," he says and he means it. Their eyes lock and something passes between them. Penryn leans in and her warm, soft lips press against his.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," he whispers and his arms tighten around her. "I will never regret falling in love with you, my brave, little soldier."

He feels the surprise radiating off of her and he leans down to kiss her forehead.

"You're my kind of girl, Penryn. You are my girl. My Daughter of Man."

The end

So there we are. Please let me know what you are thinking and if you are interested in more. I am playing with the idea of writing some sinful little pieces about our two lovebirds. I'd be interested to further investigate what their sex life could look like ;) Let me know what you think about that and if you are interested in anything in particular! If the interest is there, I'll write some more.

Thank you so much for reading and especially for everyone that gave me feedback and reviews! Every review means the world to me and it really is the greatest motivation to keep posting fanfictions.

PS: There are, btw, more Raffryn oneshots on my Tumblr, which is linked on my profile page.