A/N: Alright everyone just as I promised here's Chapter 38 :) all mistakes are my own! I'm trying to rush and get this story all completed so any mistakes I honestly apologize for. I hope you enjoy this and I'm putting the next chapter up as well in just a minute or two so have fun reading the chapters!
I guess there is an intimate scene in this chapter at the end...but it's not really what you may expect in the "traditional" sense X) read on and maybe tell me what you kind of thought if you want.
Anyways I hope it's okay,
Celest ^I^
Gabriel caught her unconscious body as it fell to the ground. The horn hit the wood flooring, letting out a small clank at the impact and rolling across the hardwood knocking against the legs of the couch where it stopped. The others quickly got to their feet as Gabriel picked up Amy bridal style and walked back to their room.
Lance walked over and gingerly picked up the horn, as if frightened to anger the inanimate object, and slowly placed it back in the box closing the lid with finality.
Missy and Jazz had followed Gabe into his and Amy's shared room. They watched silently as he placed her under the covers and made her comfortable. Lance walked in with the box in front of him; Jazz's eyes flicked over to take in his movements as he walked over and slowly placed the box on the bedside table beside Amy's unconscious form.
Gabriel sat beside her taking her hand in his and slowly stroking it comfortingly. His eyes never strayed from her face; he seemed to have aged many years in only the past minute.
"So what now?" Jazz finally whispered out.
"We wait," Missy answered her just as quietly.
"Can't we do anything?"
"No," Missy stated simply, "when the horn has finished showing all her secrets to her, then she'll awaken. No sooner and no later."
"But that could take-" Lance floundered for a time, to which Missy merely regarded him coolly.
"Yes, I understand what you are trying to convey, Lance," she told the warlock, "but unfortunately it can't be helped in this situation. Once the horn has been used in this method, it has no choice but to play out. Attempting to wake her now, when she is in the beginnings of this change, is suicidal. You may as well kill her."
"Can you guys please stop talking or just leave?" Gabe whispered out to them as Lance opened his mouth, no doubt to inquire more to Missy.
Silently, they all nodded and left the room, closing the door behind them, to give the archangel some privacy. He gazed down at her sadly, the light by the bed illuminating his features handsomely. Slowly, he leaned over her body and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Pulling back he whispered, "Come back to me, know I'll be waiting."
~x~
One Month Later
~x~
Amy groaned as her fingers twitched on the comforter.
"Amy!" A voice screeched in her ear to which she winced at. She shifted her face away from the loud noise as the person began lightly shaking her. "Oh my god, are you awake!? Gabe! GABRIEL!"
"Why are you shouting so much," Amy slurred sleepily as she stretched under the thick covers. She could hear pounding footsteps as the door, she could only guess, banged open and hurried footsteps came across the room to her.
"Move over," an urgent voice said in the room, "let me see her."
The other one moved over as a weight came to rest on her left hand side. She mumbled slightly unintelligibly to anyone, including herself, and felt warm fingers gently stroking her hair. She winced at the feeling, she felt gross, as if she needed a long shower and her hair itself felt lank and gritty.
Slowly she opened her eyes and saw Gabe's face hovering above her. When her eyes connected with his he gave a large smile. "Hey, you," he said sweetly, "how you feeling?"
She took a mental check of everything; nothing felt out of place, or missing, she felt emotionally fine with all things considered of what she had witnessed, and she sensed that she was steadfast in her decision of what she had to do.
Looking up at Gabriel she swallowed thickly, her throat feeling fuzzy and dry. "How long have I been out?" she asked a look of consternation suffusing her features.
Gabriel licked his bottom lip and glanced back at Jazz who merely shrugged in response. She grew uneasy at their display. "Guys?"
"Umm you've been out for about a month now, Amy," Gabriel told her gently.
Her eyes widened and she looked to the both of them frantically. "A month!" she couldn't help but squeak out, her mind overflowing with panic.
"Nothing happened!" Jazz jumped in quickly trying to reassure, "the worlds' still spinning, nothing has happened with us, Lance and Missy both decided they needed some air and went grocery shopping. I know, don't give me that look," she said as Amy cocked her head, "but hey, if they think it'll be therapeutic then they can knock themselves out. Sorry maybe that wasn't exactly the right thing to say in this situation."
She relaxed again slightly at Jazz's quick explanation while Gabe rolled his eyes at the elf. Then she looked up at the both of them. Gabriel leaned slightly closer to her. "What did the horn show you?"
She looked at the box that sat beside her, not knowing that it hadn't moved in that whole month since she had passed out. She looked back at the elf and archangel as they eagerly awaited what she had to say.
"She was telling the truth," she croaked out through her abused throat as it screamed for her to stop talking, "Gabe, I need to merge with her. What she says happened and I mean really happened."
He gazed at her sadly for a few minutes then slowly sighed and rose from the bed, looking down at her. "Okay, if that's the case then you rest up, get cleaned up and in a few days when you have your strength back, we'll summon her here."
Amy shook her head as she sat up, Jazz leaped forward to help her, but she waved her friend away. The room spun slightly and she had to rest with her head, cradled in her hand, but when everything stopped moving she looked up at them.
"No," she said firmly, "it has to be done now. It can't wait."
~x~
Living Room 30 Minutes Later
~x~
Amy stood in the middle of the room as the others stood around her on the periphery of her vision. She seemed gaunt and pale, as if the horn had sapped some of the life from her; or maybe, it was what she had seen that the horn had unlocked? Her body looked so thin and frail, and her hair was a straggling mess hanging down from her back limp and lifeless. Usually it was clean, blonde and slightly bushy at times, now it just looked like it had been dragged through a murky pond and left all greasy and tangled. Her blue eyes looked up towards the ceiling tiredly; as soon as she opened her mouth to call out, Jazz interrupted her.
"Amy, wait," she said pleadingly. Turning slightly she looked at her. Jazz couldn't help the way her heart constricted at the sight of her poor friend; she looked so…tired and sad as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. "Will you still be you?"
Her eyes seemed to sparkle at the question and she smiled gently at her friend. "Jazz, please trust me."
Jazz swallowed the lump in her throat and gave a stiff nod as Amy turned back around. She felt a strong comforting arm wrap around her shoulders and looked at the tall nephilim standing beside her. She gave her a firm squeeze and she wrapped her hand around Missy's waist as well.
Taking a deep breath she cast her voice out loud and clear, "Pandora, I need to speak to you. I'm ready." Nothing happened for a few seconds then the air seemed to warp and be disturbed in front of Amy. When it solidified again Pandora stood in front of her, her radiant, cold beauty casting the room in shadows it seemed instead of lighting it up.
She smirked at Amy's disheveled appearance. "So you figured things out I take it?"
"I did; you were telling the truth."
Pandora inclined her head. "Indeed. May I ask what made you, "See the light?"?"
"The horn."
"Ah, Gabriel's horn of truth, how poetic," she said with a grin, "you do realize that the price for someone to use that horn, especially to use it in the place of the rightful owner, is steep to put it kind."
"I wasn't under the impression, Pandora, that you were here to lecture me about the price I need to pay for the use of that horn," Amy said, her voice hard like steel, as she stared at Pandora unwaveringly, "as you can see I am still standing. So that leaves the only question left; do you still want to be joined or not?"
Pandora's nostrils flared slightly at her rude and dismissive speech. "You may be standing for now, Amy, but I have no wish to be part of a person who could die at any second."
Amy down right laughed at that. "How hypocritical of you! You go to lengths and extremes to talk to me, asking me to please consider what you have to say, and I go above and beyond for you, and now you have second thoughts? And don't play coy with me now, this has been what you've wanted for a very long time, Pandora, I'm no fool to believe anything that you just said. Everyone dies, but I am not going anywhere."
Pandora studied her silently for a few precious seconds, as if weighing her resolve. "The horn has changed you," she said quietly.
Amy faltered at that as she looked at her doppelganger. She was different in every sense of the word. While Pandora was extravagantly beautiful, almost to the point of being inhuman (although she kind of was), she was a plain Jane. She could pass as cute; however, her hair didn't glow and have a light, wispy quality like Pandora's, it hung lank and dead around her shoulders. Pandora's skin shined in the gloom, giving her a look that a light was illuminating her just below the surface of her skin; while she was pale. She didn't radiate the same light that which her other half did. They both were roughly the same height, but while she had a problem, even to this day still fitting into her skin, Pandora had an ease in expressing her assets on her body as easy as water flowing on rock. She had a grace, a sensuality that she would never possess. And did she ever want to? No, and that answer shocked her the most. As many physical flaws as she may have, they helped make her, her. However, she knew she wasn't complete, and neither was Pandora, if something wasn't done they would both keep suffering. While she didn't want to give up her individuality she also had to come to the conclusion, on her own, that she needed Pandora in order to be truly happy, and at peace. The good and the bad with it; that was all a part of life, learning yourself and trying to make yourself better against all odds.
"The horn may have changed me, but not completely. It merely opened my eyes to what I needed to see," Amy remarked quietly after thinking everything through.
"You're stronger than I originally gave you credit for," Pandora remarked back quietly.
"And you're weaker, than I had thought." Pandora glared at that statement, but before she could say anything Amy kept talking. "Just because your cold, aloof, have no conscious and pride yourself on not caring for others, doesn't make you strong, Pandora," at her startled look she shook her head, "oh yes, I know. In fact that's all a weakness, a ruse, a shroud if you will to cover how frail you actually are. Inside, you pine for a lover and friends. You wish you had what I had because you haven't known it in so long it fascinates you. The fact is, people need each other, they always do, and that will never change; showing that your kind, that you love someone and care for them, takes a lot more courage and strength of character, body and soul, then someone who pushes them away constantly. I know you had no choice, and what was ripped away from you is an unforgivable and atrocious act, you didn't deserve it. Let me give you this chance to see the world again, for how it should be seen, through my eyes, with my hope, and with people around you who will love and be concerned for you. Never again will you suffer," she finished quietly as she laid out her hand, waiting for Pandora to take that step and take hers.
Amy never would have thought that she would have seen what she saw that day, knowing all she knew about Pandora it seemed baffling that this would happen, she was crying. Everyone behind were just as shocked at the turn of events.
"I can feel sorrow," Pandora sniped at their bewildered faces. "Do you know what your name means?"
"No, I'm afraid I do not," Amy confessed honestly.
"It means beloved," she whispered quietly, "or dearly beloved, one dearly loved," she looked at the friends as she said that. "You are lucky."
"No, you're wrong," she said quietly. Pandora looked up at her with something close to alarm, and the others stared at her back, "we are loved."
Smiling, Pandora stepped forward and the two of them clasped hands tightly. A burst of light emanated from their joined hands, and a large rush of air swept the room like a large cyclone. Gabriel, Lance, Missy and Jazz shielded their eyes as the wind picked up around them into a howling hurricane force wind. Amy could feel the charge of the air around her as she felt something else fill and warm her; the hand within hers slowly disappeared until she was only grasping air. She felt complete as if nothing had changed, she merely felt content, happy, and overjoyed. The wind tapered off to an easy whisper at that, and she looked around the room. Miraculously nothing had been displaced, or touched. It seemed that the wind was only something for them to experience and feel.
"Are you okay?" asked Lance from behind.
She turned to look at them and they gasped as they saw her face. Frowning, she turned her head to look over her shoulder, realizing that Pandora really wasn't their physically anymore.
"Amy?" Jazz whispered disbelievingly.
Gazing back at her friends she felt a gentle smile come up over her face. "Hey, Jazz, yeah guys it's still me. I'm still Amy." She told them this brightly as she beamed.
"Holy shit," Missy said for once looking quite shocked and bewildered.
"Why is everyone staring at me like I have a third eye?" she asked laughing.
"Well, when you look in a mirror, maybe you'll understand," Missy remarked without her usual patronizing tones.
Amy shrugged at that; she didn't feel any different but she walked closer to them none the less. "Well, I need a shower, after that who wants to eat?" she said. Gabriel was still staring after her with eyes the size of dinner plates. "Oh, by the way, Gabe," she called over her shoulder, "I'm still kinda pissed that you didn't have the decency to tell me about yourself. So don't exactly think you're out of the woods yet."
Gabriel gave a defeated look and sighed; Jazz couldn't help the snort of amusement beside the archangel, and slapped him good naturedly on the shoulder. "Well, I would say that's a mixture of the both of them wouldn't you?"
Gabriel groaned and walked into the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose.
~x~
Later that Night
~x~
Later on that evening, Amy stood in front of a full length mirror becoming reacquainted with herself. How many people could honestly say that they had to get to know themselves all over again? Not many, that's for sure. Just when she had a strong grasp of her morals and how she perceived herself, things did a full one eighty on her. Her morals hadn't changed, but how she looked at herself definitely had.
Her long blonde hair was lustrous and had gentle curls at the bottom, exactly how Pandora's had fallen. Her nose still had a straight line but it seemed softer, and flowed better with her overall face. Not too large, like she had originally perceived but more of a beautiful blend, tapering to a nice tip. Her bottom lip was full, with her upper lip being slightly thinner. Cheekbones, higher and more defined and her face seemed overall longer, with her eyebrows creating a delicate tapestry across her face. It wasn't unattractive by any means; she was for all intents and purposes, quite beautiful by normal standards now. Her favorite feature however, was the dark lashes that framed her vibrant blue eyes. They were dark blonde and thick giving her the impression that she was wearing some sort of mascara even though she wasn't.
While all these changes were pleasing to the eye, she couldn't help but think she looked alien, including to herself. While she was beautiful, that did not help her accept some of the radical changes that had been done. And while, she could still perceive herself, underneath these changes, it still saddened her to see them enacted. She even moved with more fluidity to her gait, and while that was a great improvement; it was also quite disconcerting, really. She had hoped that she would eventually learn how to handle herself better with time and not because of a joining that needed to be done.
Reaching up with her dainty fingers, nails shining like fish scales, she pressed against her cheek, her skin exuding a rose coloured blush. She sighed as she lowered her hand. Once upon a time, she would have given anything to be beautiful beyond compare, now that she had it however; she realized how childish she had been.
A knock sounded on the door and Gabriel entered the room, closing it gently behind him. He walked over to her and looked in the mirror with her.
"I look so alien," she murmured to him truthfully.
He didn't say anything as he gazed in the mirror at her, and her at him over her shoulder. Placing his hands on her shoulders he gently rubbed her shoulder blades, causing her to groan at the delicious friction. Her shoulder blades were incredibly sensitive at the joining of the wings to her back, and she always appreciated a good rub down when offered.
"You know what I see?" he asked her quietly. She hummed in response as her eyes gently closed, becoming lost in the reassuring pressure of his fingers. "I see a beautiful woman, and not because of her physical looks, but because of her kindness and her faults. I was taken with you after I came to know you more and more when we first met those few years ago."
"Gabe, I'm just beautiful now," she said.
"No, you're not just beautiful," he rebuked her gently, "it's not physical beauty that makes someone beautiful, Amy. You confuse that, along with many people in this world. Beauty isn't just skin deep, it comes from here." He reached over her back and placed a gentle hand against her beating heart. She looked up at him, behind her, through the mirror and watched his eyes. "Someone could be physically beautiful all they want, but if they don't have true beauty, that which comes from the inside, they are only skin deep with no substance to themselves. Those are the people you should pity, Amy. Don't forget that, because they can't see past their noses at what makes many people gorgeous. Sometimes, the most beautiful people in this world are actually the ugliest physically. But I'm not saying that about you! You were beautiful before and now."
Her eyes welled with tears and it took all her willpower to swallow the lump that had lodged stubbornly in her throat. "Gabe-"
"Now enough of this sad talk," he said with a beaming smile as she turned to face him, "I have something for you," he said raising his eyebrows. "I was going to give this to you, after our first night together, but I think now is the more prudent time."
Pulling away from her he reached inside his jeans pocket and pulled out a gorgeous, delicate locket, on a fine gold thread that looked like it could snap with the blink of an eye. "May I?" he asked her arching an eyebrow at her. Nodding she turned back around, to face the mirror, and swept her long golden hair to the side. She felt the lockets' chain go around her neck, and then feel it drop resting just below her cleavage.
Leaning forwards into the mirror, to see it better, she couldn't help the tears that came to her eyes. It looked like Missy's golden locket that she saw over a year ago now. It was shaped like a heart, with a delicate clasp on the front. Angel wings enfolded it on both sides, seemingly in an attempt to cuddle the heart in their feathery embrace. On one wing a beautiful engraved, G, and on the other an, A, were chiseled onto each. She opened her mouth a few times, but the words wouldn't come to her as she watched the gold glint off of the soft light in the room.
"There are some forget-me-nots inside as well," Gabriel told her gently, "it has the same properties as Missy's locket also enhanced. You'll always have clear memories of us, from the day we met and onwards, no matter what."
She began to cry at that, overcome with the flood of emotions that just completely swamped her. Turning she threw herself into Gabe's arms, relishing in the feeling of the archangel soothing her and cradling her close.
"I want to try something with you," he whispered to her, "if you don't mind."
She pulled away and looked into his eyes. "Sure, what do did you have in mind?"
He smirked at her. "Get on the bed and take your top and bra off."
She couldn't help the blush creep up her cheeks at his cheeky answer, causing the archangel to laugh at her discomfort. "It's really redeeming that you can still blush after we did everything."
"Shut up," she said laughing it off, "I need to get used to it still." She walked over to the bed though, stripping off her t-shirt and unclipping her bra throwing it to the side. Getting on the bed, she saw the archangel's heated gaze as he moved to the other side of the bed, as she stretched out to lie down on her stomach. Slowly, Gabriel got up on the bed behind her, straddling her waist, his weight resting heavily yet comfortably on her lower back.
"Okay, Amy, I want you to unleash your wings for me."
She couldn't help but look back at him, after he had made his request. He nodded to her encouragingly as she tried to swallow the nervousness that came up from deep within her. With a small shudder, she uncloaked and folded her wings out letting them stretch once and then lie still.
They were so massive they stretched easily off the bed to lie gently on the floor on either side. She couldn't help the sigh of relief as she relaxed her muscles finally, and allowed her wings some freedom. They were still the same dark red, with molten yellow streaks, that she remembered them to be; however, there was something slightly different, which was made abundantly clear when Gabriel sucked in a quick breath over top of her. In small streaks and interwoven with the gold, were streaks of electric blue swirling and mingling with the other colours. She had to suck in a breath at the beautiful display they made together. It almost looked like her wings were the perfect fire representative.
"That's hot," Gabe said behind her and she snorted in laughter at that. "Okay, just relax, this is all for you."
She waited, shifting beneath him in anxiety, as he moved closer to the ridge bone on the top of her wing. She was powerless to stop the small gasp escape her throat as he lightly stroked along the ridge following the line that her wing naturally made. He traced until he came to where part of the wing was hanging off the bed then slowly made his way back. Gently he began to comb and pet through the feathers, shifting them and parting them lovingly.
She squirmed underneath his reassuring weight as her pleasure zinged up her spine from where her wings connected with her. It was as if she was extremely sensitive to every touch, no matter how feather light it was. Missy really wasn't kidding when she had warned her that the most sensitive place on any angel's body was there wings. Now she was getting a first handed tour of why that exactly was. She gasped loudly as Gabriel shifted closer to the feathers near her back, lightly combing and rubbing his hands against the stiff joints. When he hit her base, she couldn't help the large moan that burst from her mouth, had he not been sitting on her at that moment and wasn't an archangel, she may have bucked him clear off at that second.
Gabriel chuckled at her response. "This is called grooming," he told her as she huffed for breath below him, "angels do this all the time, but usually they just do it to themselves. It's a very delicate and private matter that's only shared between the most close of angels. It's essential to do this, which I'm sure Missy has told you why already, however, there are other advantages to this as well. For instance, bringing two people closer together, and having a mind blowing orgasm; if you know where to touch and how much pressure to apply."
She groaned at his words and panted out, "Something tells me that you don't need to be an expert in order to do this correctly."
Gabriel down right laughed at that as he switched wings, making her stuff her head on the blankets again, moaning into the bed. "True, however it just makes you better." He pressed on an extremely sensitive spot just before her wings joined with her back and she uttered a scream into the blanket, trembling beneath him at the over stimulation.
"I want to hear you scream for me, Amy," he told her huskily.
"Ugh," she mumbled as he hit another spot deliciously on her back. "N-no," she managed to stutter out, "I-I don't wa-a-nt them to hear me!" she squeaked at the end as he rubbed his fingers firmly yet gently over a particularly sensitive feather.
"Hmm that's too bad," he said as if really meaning it. And he probably did, she thought to herself. "Because I can keep you on the edge for hours if I have to."
She turned her head and glared at him. "You wouldn't."
"Oh I would," he said with a lewd smirk and raising his eyebrows at her, "want to test me?"
"Gabriel, I can't," he rubbed viciously against the base of her wings causing her to arch and scream out. "GABRIEL!"
"That's better!" he said exclaimed happily, "see? Was that so hard?" he teased her as she began to thrash below him. "I can make you beg so badly, Amy. I know all the most sensitive places on any angel's wings, and I'm an archangel. So believe me I can deny you if I choose too."
She groaned and almost cried at the pleasure traveling through her system. In an attempt to get away from the mind blowing sensations she began to try and retract her wings. She heard a sigh of displeasure come from above her, as a mumbled, "ah, ah, ah," and then a small shock traveled through her body.
Jumping, she panted at the tingling sensation the shock had left behind. It didn't hurt per se but it had halted her attempt at retracting her wings back to herself. Looking back at Gabriel accusingly the archangel merely gazed back calmly and smiled a crooked smile down at her.
"No cheating, Amy!" he scolded her gently, "that's not how this game works!"
She glowered at him. "What do you want?" she hissed out her anger at her complete denial of orgasm, and not being able to flee the situation because it was to stimulating, were getting the best of her.
Gabriel gazed at her calmly. "I've already told you. Beg."
She flushed red from that. "I can't everyone will hear."
"Suit yourself." He once again began to rub his fingers through her feathers, massaging the ridge again and slowly working his way to the tips of the feathers which sent little jolts down to the tips of her toes.
She quickly noticed that the farther he went from the base of her wings, the less she felt of the shooting flames of pleasure. She could still feel everything, more heightened then she thought ought to be possible, but it was somewhat bearable. It was almost like foreplay, before he came back to the base and went for the main course; or more likely dessert in Gabriel's opinion. He came closer to the base of her wings again, and she began to writhe and plead quietly, trying to buck him off her person.
No matter how hard she tried though he wouldn't budge, like a rock against the sea. She pleaded with him desperately and he merely skirted back away from her base, denying her the agonizing pleasure that she needed and craved.
When she wasn't experiencing mind numbing bouts of pleasure she was also surprised to know that when he touched certain parts of her wings it was almost as if she could feel his touch on different parts of her body. The ridges were more of her sides, as if she could feel his fingers gently skating the edges of her hips and lightly caressing the skin of her arms. Depending where he exactly was in the center of her wings, depended on where she felt the caresses on the torso of her body. The closer to the center and the base, it was almost as if she could feel him massaging her breasts; taking each one in his hand and rolling them smoothly in his palms. Pinching and pulling, gently, on her nipples, until she could feel them as hard peaks against the comforter. Her breasts tingled with the stimulation and she couldn't help moaning and shutting her eyes in bliss. The farther he got down her wings to her tips, the farther down her legs. It was almost like a foot massage, as he rubbed the tips of his feathers gently between his thumb and pointer finger.
It seemed like some exotic form of acupuncture for angels and it sure was working. This had to be the most in depth massage she would ever receive from anyone. But where she most desperately craved his attention was the base of his wings. Whenever he would run his touch gently and lightly flick against the base, she felt it against her center, like the small whisper of a touch.
Her hips were grinding into the bed after so many of these feather light touches, practically sobbing in need below the archangel who kept on working diligently; knowing clearly what she needed, but refusing to offer it up until she screamed out begging for him to allow her to reach her peak.
"You only make this harder on yourself," he told her after rubbing near the base of her wing again, causing another cry of pleasure to burst from her center. "This ends when you give me what I want." She sobbed at that as she gyrated her hips against the bed seeking friction and relief. None were forth coming and she clenched the bed sheets hard, nearly ripping holes in the covers.
She snarled in frustration, to which Gabriel jabbed fiercely at one of her sensitive feathers near the ridge at the top of her wing. Her blood boiled as she saw red and without another thought she screamed loud, "Gabriel please! I Beg of you let me cum! Please stroke me so that I can cum! Please, please, please!"
Gabriel couldn't help the large grin that spread over his face as he heard Amy scream. What she hadn't known, because she was so far gone in her pleasure, was that he had silenced the room so that no one could hear from the outside. He was a Trickster after all in his part time job, but he wasn't needlessly cruel. However, he didn't see the reason to tell her any of this for a while at best.
"As my beautiful angel commands," he whispered sensually into her ear as he nipped the top of her rounded ear. Suddenly, with just the right amount of force and pressure behind it, he massaged his thumbs straight with hard, even, circular strokes at the skin at the base of her wing; right where feather turned into skin.
Amy's eyes shot open, her core pulsed seemingly exploding. She saw white as she came the hardest that she had yet since being with the archangel. A large screaming wail erupted from deep within her soul as she lost herself to the storm of pleasure that swept her away, bucking against the bed and writhing desperately.
Slowly she came down from her high to realize that Gabriel was no longer straddling her prone body. Looking up she glanced behind her to see him sitting against the headboard, an amused expression plastered across his face and steadily munching through some gummy bears.
"Ugh," she groaned as she flopped her head down onto her arms using them as pillows.
"How was your trip to cloud number nine?" he asked her conversationally.
"Shut up, Gabe," she mumbled out as her wings gave one last tired shift.
She couldn't help the smile though as she heard Gabriel laugh behind her. That night, she understood what it felt to feel fully content.
A/N: I wanted to explore how sensitive the wings are I guess :) hope it was okay!