"Gwenny... Wake up, sunshine." Gabe's voice cut through the haze of a very nice dream of him and me, lying in a meadow full of daisies. "Darn it, Gabe. Either shut up or join me in my dream." I grumbled, earning me a chuckle. "Sorry Sweetcakes. I want you to be fully awake, 'cause this could get awkward." That got my attention. "Awkward? What do you mean, exactly?" Gabe coughed embarrased. "Well... I'm done with preening, but now it's time to oil your wings." I quirked an eyebrow. "So? Then you go and do that. Why should I be awake?" Gabe shifted uneasily. "Well, the oil for your wings, it... It comes from you." I struggled to get up, but Gabe kept me pinned. "Care to elaborate there, Angel?" That got me a quick smile. "I... Eh... I have to extract the wingoil from you. From your uropygial glands, actually." That set my feathers on end. "Are those the glands that are located near my back?" Gabe looked at me questioningly. "How do you know?" 'Well, shit... There goes that secret.' I cleared my throat. "Ehm, well... Cas warned the brothers about a sensitive area there, due to the position of those glands." Proud of that safe, I settled back down. "Well, if you must, you must..." Gabe coughed embarrased, and sighed. "Ok... Here we go."

"I'll just preen some more." Gabe said in my ear, his breath ghosting over my ear giving me all kinds of warm shivers. The tone of his voice alone was seductive as Hell. I sighed in anticipation and closed my eyes longingly. Gabriel's nimble fingers carded through my wings again, but somehow he hit all kinds of different spots this time and I wasn't melting in blissfull relaxation, but rocking in waves of lust. "Gabe.." I panted. "Shshsh. I'm just getting started." he grumbled in a low and seductive voice, making me squirm with longing. His skilled fingers made their slow way towards my back and I felt I was going nuts. "Sssshhhh... It'll be ok, Gwenny." Gabe hushed, his own voice husky and low. His fingers were trailing from the arch of my right wing down to the joint. Suddenly a whitehot spear of lust, so sharp it was almost painfull, shot through my whole body and I arched my shoulders back. "Gabe!" Gabe's fingers had left my back and were back to carding though the feathers, but now and then I could feel them on the flesh of my wing and they were slick with oil. The feeling was erotic as Hell and I could feel the preassure build inside me when Gabe's fingers followed their track back to that one point under my wing. "Just a little more, my beautiful Gwenny." Gabe muttered in my ear and his index and thumb eased their way around my wingjoint. I didn't even utter anything legible when he swiftly pressed down, just a gutteral groan.

I tried like Hell to turn over and ravage Gabe, but he determinedly pushed me back with just one hand. "I know, Gwenny. I know. Almost done with the one wing." The thought of having to do this again with the other wing almost made me lose it. "Gaaaabe..." I moaned. The bastard had the nerve to chuckle as he weaved his fingers through my feathers again. Just as I was sure this devine torture would melt my brain, Gabe pulled his fingers out of my plumage and lightly kissed my back, sending a pleassurable shiver down my spine. "You did great, sweetheart." He whispered. I could hear in his voice that he wasn't as cool with it as he wanted to have me believe. A nasty little thought popped up in my head and I sighed theatrically. "Ok... I'm ready. Second wing. Let's go." I waited until Gabe was occupied with preening and when I was sure he was fully concentrated on his task, I opened my mind to his and smiled impishly in my pillow. He was turned on by handeling my wings like that. I could feel his arousal underneath his concentrating to keep a poker-face. 'Too can play that game, Angel.' I thought, clouding my presence from him. When the enticing electrical flashes started forming under my feathers, I surreptiously fed the enticement to Gabe. Oh, I was subtle and his arousal grew only slightly swifter than without my 'help'. The first time Gabe got oil from my gland, he nearly spilled it as my pleassure shot through him as well. I could feel his suspicion, but the cloud of lust surpressed it and he shrugged it off. I opened the gate a bit more as he started oiling and I could feel that he was as close as I was. When his fingers ghosted near my gland again, I threw open the doors fully and our joined lust was enough. When he pressed down, I threw my head back and moaned his name while the orgasm gripped me, just as he suprisedly stuttered mine and stiffened, riding it out. He slumped over my back, panting. "You little minx..." he murmured, spent. "Now I'll have to get cleaned up." I smiled happily and just mumbled a "You're welcome."