Disclaimer: I own the plot and idea. Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy.
"I'm so proud of myself," the angel sniffed as he gazed down at the pair entwined in the hotel's sheets.
His companion was less pleased, as evidenced by her scorching glare and increasing headache.
"That's great and all, but I can't say the same, can I?" She huffed, looking down at the pair, and at that second, making eye contact with the man.
The human did not seem pleased, which was quite relatable at the current moment.
"What did you do?" He hissed, his eyes darting back and forth between the two heavenly beings.
The male angel grinned and stuck out his hand. "Hello, I can only imagine how nice it is for you to meet me. Angel of Good Fucking Times, at your service!"
She rolled her eyes. "He's the Angel of Lust."
"And festivity and wine! Unofficially." The angel grinned again as his counterpart scoffed.
"Did you cause this?"
Both angels looked back down at the angry human.
"What?"
"Did you do this?" He gestured between himself and the girl.
"Well not exactly-" She began before was rudely interrupted.
"Yes! Yes we did!" Green eyes full of pride practically glowed as the angel began to brag. "Well, it was mostly me. This one over here is a bit more selective with who she targets but I-"
"How dare you," the man hissed.
Both angels stopped short, and blinked in unison.
"What?"
"How dare you think this was okay to do! And not just to us," the three of the glanced down at the stirring young woman in bed, "but to countless others, I'm betting. Did you two even think about how bad this could turn out? People could be waking up next to a total stranger, in an unfamiliar environment at this very moment! Or they could be waking up to someone they despise...or a co-worker, or a boss even. One act like this could have serious repercussions. Relationships...friendships could be ruined over this," he whispered, looking at his still slumbering bed mate. "And all because you wanted to have fun? Oh, no I'm sorry. Because this is your job? To meddle into people's lives, like we're all playthings to you? How dare you both."
He seethed as both angels were stunned silent.
In all their years of being angels, neither had ever heard that from a human. Neither had thought about their work as being potentially destructive.
And then it got worse.
Everyone in the room held their breath as the young woman finally began to awaken. She groaned and stretched before taking stock of her surroundings, her fuzzy mind slowly waking up to the fact that she was not in her own hotel room...and that she was naked.
In bed.
With her friend's older brother.
The two humans met eyes, panic and disbelief quite clear.
"Oh my god. Did we…?"
"Yes."
"Do you think she knows? Oh god this is bad."
"I don't think so. She probably didn't see us leave together," he tried to reassure her as she nearly threw her dead phone in frustration.
The angels watched as the woman flopped back into bed, took a few cleansing breaths into her pillow.
The man, on the other hand, was gazing out the window.
They came to a conclusion at the same time.
He turned from the window.
She removed the pillow from her face.
And they spoke at the same time.
"We pretend this never happened."
Minutes later, after the pair had dressed and gotten ready for the day, flawlessly slipping back into their friendly routine, the angels could still be found in the exact same spot they had been all morning.
The Angel of Lust looked concerned for his colleague as she stared aimlessly at the still messy bed.
"You uh...you look like you need a drink," he started, all bravado gone as a gently touched her arm, conjuring up a strong negroni in one hand.
She merely turned her head to look at him, before turning back to the bed…
And letting out a frustrated scream with enough force to break all glass within a five mile radius.
Our poor, poor Angel of Love...
Until next time, you know what to do ~
I wish you, all of you, a nice day wherever you may be. And please, show some kindness out there.