Chapter 5

She was still sleep when Gabriel got back to his room. He paced back and forth in front of the bed, wanting to shake her awake, but he hadn't decided yet if it was to fight or to fuck. Running his hands through his hair he settled for sitting on the couch across from the bed, watching her sleep, knowing if he got any closer to her, he'd have her naked underneath him in seconds. He wracked his brain for long forgotten details about empaths.

They could easily read any living thing like a book, human, angel, demon. The more powerful the empaths could use their abilities to sway the feelings of those around them, being able to escalate or deflate any situation they were in. Gabriel was mostly sure they couldn't affect archangels, but there were always those rumors of ones who could even sway even a powerful angel to their will. He tried to force himself to calm down, emotions were what she fed off of, the more emotions the easier it would be for her to use them to her advantage.

He felt her about to awaken, and tried to force all his feelings deep down where she couldn't feel them. She yawned and stretched, and sat up slowly giving him a questioning look before patting the bed beside her. Gabriel didn't move, he didn't trust himself to get to close to her hands, her kiss-bruised mouth, and he DID NOT think about running his hands all over her exposed skin. She huffed, and slid out of the bed, sashaying her hip as her naked form made its way over to the couch. Gabriel told himself he wasn't going to touch her, even as his hand slid across her hip. Nope, he wasn't leaning in to graze his lips across her belly button, and he was definitely not moving his other hand around to squeeze her amazing ass. She sighed and smiled, her delicate fingers tilting his chin up so he could meet her gaze.

What's wrong? She mouthed. Her eyes searched his. Gabriel stood up quickly, and crossed the room, he needed to get her sweet scent out of his head so he could think. He could feel her eyes follow him, questioning.

He spun around, eyes darkening. "You should have told me!" I tried! Maybe if you hadn't nearly ripped the door of the hinges and … she gestured towards the bed. "So now it's my fault?" he practically snarled, and she took a step back, eyes wide. I was going to tell you. Her eyes pleaded with him as she walked over, and reached her hand towards his face. He hissed and grabbed her wrist. "I'd rather you didn't touch me right now." She whimpered as he tightened his grip on her hand, and tried to pull away. He wrenched her arm behind her back and yanked her into his chest. "You're not going anywhere, not until I teach you a lesson about trying to play me." She whimpered against his chest, and he saw her trying to sign something with her free hand. Gabriel grabbed her wrist and moved it behind her, holding both her hands captive. "I'm really not interested in anything you have to say." He whispered into her ear. She whimpered again and looked up at him, her eyes begging him to let her go. He ignored the flash of guilt he felt, and focused on the part of him that had decided she'd betrayed him somehow. Please she mouthed, Gabriel please, I would never

With a growl, he drug her over to the bed and shoved her face down, her feet on the floor and face in the bedspread. A strangled sob escaped her, and as her hands started moving he tightened his grip on her wrists until she stopped. He forced himself to ignore her muffled whimpers and cries. "Time for you to learn your lesson." A shiver ran through her, and she struggled against him, trying to escape.

She felt his hand hit her ass and she gasped, struggling harder. But she couldn't escape his painful blows to her bottom, so she gave up, sobbing into the bedspread. He finally stopped, his breathing ragged. He let go of her wrists, turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

He stormed down the stairs and into the parking lot, making his way towards the diner. Again Castiel was sitting in the back booth, looking up expectantly at him. Gabriel felt drained as he sat, putting his face into his hands. "I ordered you coffee." Gabriel looked up at his brother, then glaringly at the waitress as she sat the coffees down and quickly made herself scarce. He stared down at the mug, his insides churning. "Thanks Cas."

Castiel sat for a while, watching his brother stare into the mug. "Gabriel?" His brother's eyes barely met his. "Yeah?" "Is she … Gabriel, did you …" Cas stumbled over his words, not sure how to ask without either angering or causing further pain to the archangel across from him. Gabriel's head snapped up, pain in his eyes. "Did I hurt a completely defenseless girl who had no chance to defend herself against me?" He felt knives in his gut. "Did I take out my anger on someone who can't even cry out for help?!" Castiel watched as his shoulders slumped, his hands going to his face. "Castiel, I didn't mean to…" he choked back a sob. "Then why are you still here Gabriel?" His voice soft, reassuring. Gabriel looked across at his brother, his eyes wild. "What?" Castiel cleared his throat. "I asked why you are still here. She's an empath Gabriel, if you are truly sorry, she will be able to tell." Gabriel nodded and took a deep breath. He slapped some money down and walked away, back towards the hotel.

She had slumped off the bed onto the floor, her face pressing into the side of the mattress, still crying silently. Gabriel watched her, standing unseen against the door. His anger was beyond spent, and his guilt and sorrow had taken over fully, especially when he could see the bruised wrists, her hands fluttering. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry she signed, over and over again.

He felt sick. Every fiber of his being told him to go to her, pick her up and wipe away the hurt and tears he had caused. But he stood there, frozen, afraid, nauseous. She slowly got to her feet, wincing as she moved. She took a shaky breath and looked around. Gabriel? Please, Gabriel, if you're here, please answer me. Her hands trembled as she signed. She sniffled and swiped at her tears. Gabriel? He crossed the room in three strides and pulled her into him. He waited for her to push away, expecting the worst. He didn't deserve any better. He felt her trembling hands against his chest, her fingertips slide up and curl into his hair, her soft mouth kissing his neck. Again he was frozen to the spot, afraid to move, not sure what to do with himself. Her mouth made its way to the line of his jaw, lips brushing across his. He turned and offered his mouth to her, her hands tightening in his hair as they kissed. She finally pulled away and cupped his face in her hands. I'm sorry I didn't tell you she mouthed. I really wanted to, but you can be so ... distracting. Gabriel held her tighter and pressed his face into her neck, closing his eyes and just breathing in her scent. After a moment, she gently pulled away.

Take off your shirt, and get on the bed. "You don't" she pressed her fingers to his lips and smiled. He kissed her fingers, then headed towards the bed while stripping his shirt off. She followed him onto the bed. On your stomach, and try and relax. Gabriel sprawled forward, pushing the pillows out of his face as he felt her straddle his thighs. Her fingertips caressed his back, slowly adding pressure until she was kneading his shoulders, working her way up and down his spine, massaging tirelessly. He groaned as her fingers found his wing joints, and was rewarded with her pressing deeper. It was maximum effort now to hold in his grace, all he wanted was to unfurl his wings and feel those fingers running through them. Is this ok? She signed into his back. He shuddered and fisted the sheets. "No, but please don't fucking stop." Your wish is my command. She grazed her nails down his spine and felt his hips stutter into the mattress. Moving her nails up and down, slowly outward, watching him. She knew immediately when she hit his wing joints again, his hips jolting forward, a small gasp emanating from his mouth. She memorized the spot, and sliding her hands to either side of him, she brought her mouth down and sucked and nibbled, making her way from the top to the bottom of where she imagined his wings to be.

Gabriel couldn't stop from rocking his hips into the mattress, her hands were one thing but now her mouth was on a full out assault, tongue and teeth and lips, and he was so close to coming in his pants and not even caring. He rocked forward again as her tongue traced the line of spine, feeling her hot breath on his neck. She squeezed his right hip, and he felt her hand sliding underneath him, unbuttoning his pants and slipping her fingers in his boxers. "Yes, oh please, need your hand on me, gonna come so hard," he babbled as her fingers stroked his shaft and he began grinding into her hand, needing just a little more friction, he was so close. "Ohpleasesweetlordhavemercystopteasing … gonna…" She sank her teeth into his back and sucked hard, right at his lower wing joint, simultaneously squeezing his throbbing erection. His hips jerked erratically as she gave a few rough strokes and his hot come shot onto her hand and into his boxers. She gently removed her hand. He looked over his shoulder at her he immediately wished he hadn't. Her eyes burned into his as she brought her hand to her mouth and licked and sucked the come off her fingers.

She patted his back, slid off him and onto the floor, walking towards the bathroom. She stopped at the doorway, and looking over her shoulder at him she gave a wicked grin then mouthed you coming?