Hey y'all, I'm sorry that it's been so long since I updated, like I said in the last chapter, work has been so crazy that the last thing I want to do when I get home is look at my computer screen. I hope you guys can give me some patience, our fiscal year will be up at the end of this month, and when that happens, I will be less stressed and crazy. Anyways, thank you for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please review! I'm going to try and update again soon, but no promises. Much love to you all! xoxo
The next morning the group rose early, packing their bags and supplies back into the hummer. Gabriella stood by the hummer with the necklace in her hand, concentrating, trying to have a vision, or a flash of knowledge that would tell them where to go, but nothing happened. She sighed in frustration, and opened her eyes, slipping the necklace back over her head. Alex laid a hand on her shoulder, "You see anything?"
She shook her head, "No. Would you spar with me? It might help to relax me and get my mind off of things." He nodded and they faced off in the front yard, circling each other slowly.
Gabriella let her new senses guide her, seeing Alex's intentions in his muscle movement and his facial expressions. She could see his body and face give away the fact that he was going to lunge, and in preparation she twisted her hips, turning herself away just as he lunged and threw a punch.
For the next hour they went back and forth, until finally, they were both exhausted. Alex reached a hand out and helped Gabriella up off the ground, grinning at her through a black eye and bloody nose. She grinned back and grasped his hand, getting to her feet, groaning as her ribs and knees protested. Both Gabriella and Alex stiffened as a vision overtook them simultaneously
. –They were standing in the snowy forest, with Gabriel and Michael standing before them. Both angels held bloody sword, but neither showed visible wounds. Gabriella turned and looked at Alex and saw he held a gun, relaxed in his grip and not pointing at the angels. Gabriella felt something heavy in her hand, looked down and saw the golden spear in her hand, glowing. A sense of power radiated from it, shuddering through her. She looked around the frozen scene and saw that they were beside a road, with a sign that read "Three Points Gorge". The snow blew in the wind, cutting off the vision.-
The vision ended with her and Alex staring at each other in surprise, that had never happened before.
Alex whispered, "Now we know where to go." Gabriella nodded and sighed, closing her eyes tiredly as Alex ran inside the house to get Michael. She swayed on the spot for a moment, the sparring and the power of the vision sapping her energy.
She opened her eyes and walked over to the hummer, reaching into the supplies bag for a protein bar. She sighed in contentment as the sugar and protein made its way into her system. She followed Alex into the house and found him telling Michael about the vision excitedly.
He had just gotten to the point where they saw the sign when she walked into the dining room and sat down at the table carefully, her legs were shaky from exertion. She looked up to the two men and smiled tiredly, "Finally some good news huh?" she joked.
Michael looked her over, she appeared weary, and they had only been awake for a few hours. He looked back to Alex and saw that he too appeared tired.
Michael realized Alex had said something, "Say that again Alex, please."
Alex sighed, "Do you know of any place by the name Three Points Gorge?"
Michael shook his head, "No, there are too many places on this earth that I haven't been to."
Alex sighed, disappointed, "Well then we need to find a map. We had best head out and find one today so we can get going in the right direction."
After a short deliberation they decided that they would search the local houses. They spent the next few hours searching houses, but found nothing. Frustrated, Michael kicked a chair, breaking it. Gabriella laid a hand on his arm trying to reassure him, and was frustrated when he pushed her away, walking out the door. She and Alex followed him and climbed into the hummer, Michael turning the vehicle on, but not going anywhere.
Gabriella pointed down the road, "Let's go into town and check to see if there's a library. That's our best shot."
Michael gave a sharp nod and pulled out, driving into town. They found a library a short time later, and entered it cautiously, quietly.
Gabriella whispered softly, reverently, "We should head to the reference section. That's where maps and atlases will be. Come on."
The men followed her, all of them walking silently, the ingrained instinct of staying quiet in a library rippling through all of them. Gabriella looked around sadly; all of the books were in terrible condition. It pained her to see books in disrepair.
They spread out through the reference section pulling large atlases off the shelves and settling down at the long, dusty tables. They spent the next two hours searching through the atlases, frustrated at the lack of success, until finally Alex found Three Points Gorge in the northern most part of Vermont.
They took the atlas with them and headed back to the house, having decided to spend the night after most of the day had been spent in research and house to house searches.
Gabriella and Alex stayed outside to tinker with her bike for awhile, discussing the best route to take to get north, if they had enough supplies left, and how hard they could press to make it in time.
Alex sighed and leaned back wiping grease off of his face, "I sort of wish that I could talk to Claire."
Gabriella looked up from the engine of the bike and gave him a reassuring smile, "I know. I worry about Vega and how people are doing, especially since it was under attack when we left. I am sure Claire is doing just fine though; she is an incredible woman. You wouldn't love her if she wasn't."
Alex bobbed his head, and turned away, but not before Gabriella saw tears in his eyes. She sighed and moved around the bike to sit by him, her hip and shoulder nudging his as she sat down. She looped her arm through his and rested her head on his shoulder.
"It's going to be ok. I am going to save Heaven and you are going to save humanity, and everything is going to be okay" she murmured. She felt Alex's body shudder next to hers and thought he was sobbing, until she heard the rough laughter ripping from him. She turned to look at him and saw tears rolling down his face, hysterical laughter choking him.
"S-save Heaven? S-save humanity? N-no b-big d-deal, right?" he choked out, laughing hard.
Gabriella started laughing as well, "Oh god, we are so screwed!" she forced out, laughter tightening her words.
They sat, their laughter dying out as they calmed. Alex slung an arm around her shoulders and drew her close, brushing a kiss against her temple. "I don't know what I would do without you Gabby."
Gabriella stiffened and then smiled, "My parents were the only people that I ever let call me Gabby."
Alex smiled at her softly, "Well, you're like a sister to me, so I guess that makes us family, huh?"
Gabriella nodded, "After all this shit, yea, I'd say so." She laid her head back down on his shoulder and sighed, content for the moment. She had never had a brother, had always wanted another sibling, and now she did in a way.
They sat watching the sun set, the sky darkening with brilliant shades of purple, red and magenta. Gabriella sighed and stood, stretching. "I'm going to go get cleaned up. It's your turn to make dinner."
Alex groaned, "Fine, slacker." Gabriella smacked the back of his head before turning and heading into the house, calling over her shoulder, "Shut it bro. You need the practice."
Alex laughed and stood as well, following her into the house to get dinner ready.
Gabriella headed to the finished downstairs bedroom and shucked her clothes, heading into the bathroom to clean off. She had been surprised to find that the shower still worked, though the water was cold. She scrubbed her body feeling the grime, sweat and motor oil drain away. Her long hair was finally clean after nearly a week with nothing more than a water rinse off.
She shut off the water and stepped out, toweling off. She wrapped the towel around her body and another around her hair, before walking out to the bedroom. Rummaging through her pack she pulled on clean underwear, yoga pants, and a soft sweater.
She headed upstairs and found that dinner was ready. The three of them sat down and ate quietly, and quickly, all with something on their minds. Gabriella offered to wash up the dishes so the men could shower. They quickly took her up on the offer and split off. She took her time, getting lost in the motions of cleaning. Once she was done she dried her hands and walked downstairs.
She smiled when she saw Michael reclined on the bed, his eyes closed, his hair damp and mussed. He looked younger, more innocent, and she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through his hair. He spoke softly, "Are you just going to stand there?" She chuckled softly and moved across the room, climbed onto the bed and into his open arms. She sighed as their skin made contact, his cool, hers warm. She nestled her head under his chin and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent, it was like rain, and wind-clean.
They stayed that way for a while, silent, just holding each other. Finally Gabriella tilted her head slightly to look up at him, "I think that someone is going to get hurt when we get to the cabin. In my vision both you and Gabriel had bloody swords." She fell silent, not knowing how to continue.
Michael stayed quiet for a very long time and then spoke, "It is very likely. However, I will do everything in my power to prevent harm befalling you."
Gabriella sighed deeply, "And you should know that I will do everything I can to save Heaven and to protect you. Please, please don't do anything stupid Michael. I will not live without you."
Michael stiffened and then turned her to face him, "Please don't do anything stupid to save me or Heaven. Your life is worth far more than mine. Please" he begged softly.
Gabriella stared at him, upset, "You are such an idiot Michael. My life is destined to be changed and put to the test to save Heaven. Whatever happens; happens. I'm not on a suicide mission, but I will do what it takes to fulfill the prophecy."
Michael stared at her, emotion clogging his throat, tears in his eyes, until Gabriella wrapped her arms around him and held him close, both letting the tension leave them, relaxing. Gabriella twisted and placed a kiss on Michael's throat, smiling when she heard his soft growl.
Michael ran his hands down her sides, kissing her softly. He pushed her sweater up, his cool fingers brushing against her warm skin, making her shudder in pleasure.
He pulled back from her pliable mouth and pulled her sweater off, growling in pleasure when he saw she wore no bra. He pushed her down onto the bed and placed a kiss at her pulse point in the hollow of her throat, feeling it jump when he trailed his hand across her waist, his mouth moving lower, scraping his teeth against her collarbone.
He moved his mouth lower, circling her breast, teasing her nipple with his teeth and tongue, making her back arch off the bed with a low moan. He ran his hand back up her side and began to tease the other breast, making her moan louder, whispering, "Please Michael, please."
He pulled away from her breast and trailed kisses down her abdomen, tasting the slight sheen of sweat, and the faintly metallic taste that seemed to come from her tattoos. She whined and writhed under him when his mouth skimmed across her hipbones.
He pulled her pants and underwear down and tossed them off the bed before grabbing her leg and lifting it over his shoulder. He placed a kiss to the inside of her knee, and smiled when he heard her whine softly.
He trailed his lips further down her thigh, nipping at her skin lightly, enjoying the moans that he elicited from her. When he pulled her closer to him and placed his thumb over her clit, plunged two fingers into her and quickly found her g-spot, she gasped, and thrust her hips upwards.
He began to swirl her clit and thrust his fingers in and out of her at a rapid pace, both of their breathing coming at a rapid pace. Gabriella thrust her hips up to meet Michael's hand, moaning as she did; feeling her orgasm building, knowing this was just the first.
Gabriella felt this orgasm much more strongly than ever before, her new powers making her feel every sensation of Michael's fingers, every jolt of pleasure spreading through her body like a sonic wave, ten times more powerful than before. She ached with pleasure, her body arching and writhing, moaning loudly.
Her body trembled powerfully as she came, crying out Michael's name, her fingernails raking down his arms. Michael hissed at the combined pleasure and pain, and as she was coming down from her orgasm he pulled away, shucking his own pants.
He grabbed Gabriella and pulled her on top of him, groaning when her wet core slid across his erection. Gabriella shifted her hips and teased him, dipping her hips down to take just the tip of him into her, both of them groaning at the sensation.
She pulled away when Michael tried to shift his hips and thrust deeper. Lifting herself up, she swirled her hips around his tip, gasping at the sensation, but not yet ready to give in and thrust down all the way.
Michael reached a hand up and rubbed her clit, making her gasp and moan, "Shit Michael…FUCK!" She grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her clit and onto her hip. She took a breath and slid all the way down onto him, gasping in pleasure as he filled her.
Michael's head went back, his muscles tightening in his neck and chest as he strained to hold still, letting Gabriella take the lead. He wanted to thrust, take her wildly, make her moan his name, but he knew she needed to be in control right now, when they all had so little control.
Gabriella braced her hand on Michael's chest and began to move, slowly, taking her time, letting the electric sensation build. Gabriella moaned out Michael's name, swiveling her hips, taking him deeper, gasping breaths from both of them filling the room.
Michael grabbed her hips and stilled her movements, making her whimper. He sat up, propping his knees up behind her, pulling her down onto him further, making her gasp and arch her back. He leaned in and took a breast into his mouth, teasing her nipple as she began to move her hips again, her breathy moans driving him wild.
He pulled at her nipples with his teeth, and then licked over them quickly. He reached a hand up and wound it through her hair, tugging on it gently and his hips snapped up to meet her own wild movements.
Gabriella let out a sobbing breath as Michael teased her clit, pushing her harder towards another orgasm. She felt like there was fire in her veins, and only her release could quench it.
Michael felt his own release building, but knew he needed to get Gabriella there first. He leaned up and captured her mouth with his, kissing the breath away from her. Her movements became more erratic as he thrust harder into her, placing biting kisses to her neck, marking her.
Gabriella felt her orgasm building, and when it came, it came like a firestorm, lighting up behind her eyes, and through her body. She cried out Michael's name, arching her back, her nails scrapping across his shoulders and down his back.
Michael watched the orgasm rip through her as he continued to thrust into her, his own close behind. He felt his whole body shudder as he thrust one final time, spilling himself deep inside her, gasping out her name.
They stayed that way for a long time, him holding her close, feeling her heart beat next to his. He felt her long hair brush against his shoulder as she pulled away, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back."
Michael nodded and groaned softly as she pulled off of him, he hated the loss of her. He collapsed back against the pillows, watching her walk into the bathroom, the pale light of the candles in the room casting a gentle glow on her skin.
She came back a few minutes later and climbed back into the bed with him, pulling the blankets up over them both. She nestled into Michael's side, grinning as she traced the scratches she had left on his arms.
"Sorry" she whispered peering up at him through her dark lashes. He twisted his lips in a wry smile, "That's ok, I think I marked you up too," his fingers brushing across the hickey and teeth marks on her neck.
She looked up at him seriously, "I like it. We belong to each other." Michael ran his thumb over her cheek, "Indeed, we do. Now sleep my love." He slouched down onto the pillow and pulled her head onto his chest, and within a few moments they were both asleep, dreaming dreams of each other.