Author's Note:

Warning; this chapter contains a lemon (sexual content)

I hope anyone that has made it this far is enjoying the story.

With Love

Reira

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Zuriel awakens feeling dazed, unsure of where she is or how long it has been since she was last awake. She could remember the painful pleasure that had moved through her body, the sound of Michael's voice and the certainty of his hands on her skin. The girl glanced through her blurry vision, seeing in the dim light that she was resting over Michael's chest.

It took her a moment more to realize she was naked, and even longer to understand that the flapping sound was her wings stretching against her back. Zuri managed to slip out of the bed without waking Michael after the initial shock of glancing back at her wings, the angel seemed to be in a deep sleep from the healing.

She entered the bathroom and shut the door, the harshness of the light making her squint her eyes and blink slowly. She walked steadily to full sized mirror beside the double sinks. Zuriel was shocked at the sight in front of her, the entirety of her body looked unlike her in the mirror's reflection.

Where she had once been thin, with bones pushing out against skin, she was full though slender. Her skin was clear of all damage that had been there before, no scars, no bruises, no cuts or gashes. There was no pain, for once in a very long time.

Zuriel was already crying, furiously wiping the tears away as she turned to see her wings. They were beautiful though unlike Michael's. She hadn't dwelled on what they might look like, though she had briefly pictured herself with white wings. Hers weren't quite as white as the angel's but they were still a lovely sight with cinders of grey at the course they were smaller, she had expected them to fit her body type.

The girl felt overwhelmed at the vision of her body, so clear and untouched. There was no evidence left on her that showed her abuse. She cupped her face, her entire body shaking. Then, just as quickly she had to look at her face again. The bruise was gone, no bags under her eyes, the skin wasn't pulled firm against her cheek bones. Her eyes were bright and alert, her ebony hair making her skin look even more fair.

Is this how I was really meant to look all this time? I'm...

"Beautiful." Michael was standing to her left, her wings having obscured the view of him in the mirror. He looked tired, but alert at the same time. His blue eyes gazing at her with a bright affection. And, then, she realized she was standing naked in front of him. She thought she would be embarrassed or ashamed of her nudity, but she couldn't find the emotion in herself.

Michael had been the one to heal her, completely and entirely. The task had obviously drained him and she couldn't be more grateful for him.

There was only a few feet between them when she closed the gap and wrapped her arms tight around his back. Michael embraced her, one arm resting around her back while the other was cupping the base of her head. He was still in his green t-shirt and blue jeans, the shirt itself smelling strongly of sunshine and a bit of Zuriel.

The angel sighed as though he was relieved, his long fingers tangling into her hair as he tilted her skull to look at her face. Zuriel's eyes were glazed, the tears nearly pouring over. She looked younger now, her cheeks having some baby fat on them. The girl truly did look beautiful, far more stunning than he could even have imagined.

"Thank you so much." Her voice is a whisper, a few large tears slipping down her face. Michael quickly wipes them away, pressing his forehead against hers. Their eyes are locked as the warmth of his breath tickles her face. "You're welcome, love."

Her heart constricts tight in her chest, her hand hesitantly resting on his cheek. Michael leans into her touch, an urge over taking her mind and pushing away all other thoughts. Zuriel leans up ever so slightly, pressing her mouth over his. Her skull tilts as her eyes flutter closed, an excited shiver racing down her spine as he pushes into the kiss.

Michael's hands dip down passed her waist to the back of her thighs, pulling her up in one swift motion to be held in his arms without breaking their kiss. Zuriel makes a soft gasping sound, feeling his tongue trace along her lower lip before entering her mouth. She feels the movement as he carries her to the bed, her hands holding onto his shoulders as they settle down onto the mattress.

He leans over her, his hands moving up and down her sides causing her to shiver. Zuriel moans his name desperately, her mouth breaking from his to breath. His lips move carefully over her jaw and neck, peppering kisses across the warm flesh. Michael's hand traces slowly along her thigh, feeling her legs part slightly the higher his fingers move.

The angel feels his wings shudder against his back, the thought of her being so willing for him causing him to let out the smallest of groans. He can feel the hardening of himself, the begining strain against denim. He wants her unlike he has ever wanted anyone or anything.

"Michael." His eyes that had been wondering slowly over her delicate form in a manner he had never felt, jumped to her gaze as she spoke his name. The look in her eyes was unlike anything he'd ever seen, though he recognized the need in them, because she wanted him, too.

"Are you sure…?" He understands Zuriel so well, that without words, just her emotions and the look in her eyes; he knows what she desires of him. Michael's body shifts slowly to sit up to be at her right, Zuriel's legs are closed and bent. He can see the swift rise and fall of her chest as her breathing escalates.

"I'm yours." Such simple words sent a ripple of lust through his body. The angel nips the inside of his cheek to keep his calm, his large hand ghosting over her knee. "And, I'm yours." He leans over her, his palm open against the bed for balance as he kisses her fiercely. He can feel her hands scrape down the front of his shirt, tugging at the fabric.

Her fingers sneak under the hem of his shirt, stroking slowly over his abdomen and up his chest. The angel kisses her for a moment longer before he pulls back to remove his shirt and toss it away. Zuriel's eyes are clouded with want, moving down the sight of his chest, his shoulders. She takes in the sight of his tattoos with interest, pulling him down as she moves to sit up.

Michael falls onto his back, his wings trembling at the site of her throwing her creamy leg over his waist and sitting above him. Zuriel on top of him is so breath taking, he believes his heart stopped for a moment. His hands rest on her thighs, the warmth of her core burning beautifully close to his manhood.

The tips of her fingers outline and trace his tattoos, moving up his chest and shoulders. She is mesmerized by him just as he is her. He admires her breasts, the smooth skin and pert nipples, the curve of her hips and bend of her legs. Michael looks passed her torso to her wings, the ivory feathers gleaming in the light of the room.

Zuriel can feel her wings twitch, unfamiliar and strange, but somehow feeling very right. She leans over Michael, kissing his collarbone and throat. Her movements are a little clumsy and uncertain, but he doesn't mind. Her breasts lay over his bare chest, both moaning at the contact as his back arches slightly.

He feels overheated though the only thing separating them are his jeans. Michael groans through gritted teeth as she latches her mouth onto his pulse point, shifting her body off of his. The angel reaches to pull her back on top of him when he feels her hand on the waist of his jeans. He knows without doubt that she's never been with anyone, the boldness in her movements surprising him.

"Zuriel, you don't ha-…" Michael moans mid-sentence, her teeth nipping hard against the forming hickey as she pops the button of his jeans. The angel hisses softly as her small hand unzips him with slow intent. The struggle to keep still is pushing him to his limit, his eyes on her every move as she sits up fully.

His blue gaze falls to his own waist, the strain of his member against the denim is on the edge of painful. Zuriel seems to understand this as she tugs the pants down and halfway off his thighs, Michael kicking his legs free as they lay forgotten on the floor.

Zuriel's gaze was on his groin, his manhood free and rock hard. The knot of lust in the pit of her belly makes her shiver, the angel takes hold of her suddenly; flipping the girl onto her back as a soft yelp escapes her lips. Her pale cheeks instantly a bright pink as he kissed her, large hands kneading tenderly over her breasts.

Michael adjusts himself between her open legs, his bent knees pushing under her the backs of her thighs. His manhood brushes against her sex, causing her to gasp out his name as they kiss passionately. The angel releases all thought then, one of his hands cupping her vulva lightly. His thumb circled her clit, her hand holding his wrist more out of surprise than resistance.

His index finger slips into her cunt slowly, feeling her hips buck up. Zuriel moans deep in the back of her throat, his tongue tracing all through her mouth. Michael lets out a surprised moan of his own as her hand releases his wrist to stroke over his shaft.

They only last like this for a few more moments before the angel gently pushes her hand away from his groin, his own fingers slipping out of her wet folds. The kiss ends as they gasp for air, his wet fingers rubbing along his shaft as he places the head against her entrance.

"Love?" Michael's voice is still certain, still calm despite the look of being undone. She nods without speaking, feeling him push into her slit.

It hurts, but not as badly as she thought, her moans and his ring throughout the room. Michael's hands holding her hips and stroking over her sides, his mouth kissing her everywhere and overpowering all her senses.

He can feel her nails dig into his back, her mouth on his shoulder and throat as he leans over her. The feeling of being within the woman he loves is surreal, he hadn't ever thought this would be a reality, yet it was. Michael felt blissful as he made love to Zuriel, she was soft and small, but fit perfectly around him and against him.

Michael tucks his face in against the curve of her neck, moaning out her name as he can feel the peak of their high nearing. Her cunt is gripping him like a vice, her voice begging for him over and over to make her cum.

His orgasm rips through him with a force he hadn't ever felt, the pleasure moving throughout every piece of himself. She is writhing under him, her orgasm causing her to scream and hold tight to him. Michael cums inside her, his hips jerking a final time before he manages to break away from her.

The loss of contact makes them both whimper, though they don't have the energy to form a real protest. The angel settles in beside his other half, pulling her in against his chest. She moves with the tug of his hand, their wings resting over each others body, her smaller wing tucked under his.

Michael kisses her once more, watching as sleep overtakes her senses and she slips off. He smiles at this, letting the familiar tug of rest whisk him away.