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Date: February 28, 2000
Setting: The English Countryside
Status: Private: Pestilence and Uriel
Summary: Pestilence and Uriel get to know eachother better  from here-

Pestilence relished the feeling of Uriel behind him; the way the angel's arms tightened whenever the horseman would round a curve, the way the cool pressure of his cheek left a little cold spot on the horseman's jacket. He had an idea of where he wanted to take the angel, (a little meadow where an army of Roman soldiers had once come down with a nasty case of dysentary), but he decided to take the long way there, adding probably a good 20 minutes to their commute jsut to savor the feeling of Uriel so close.

There was only so long you could circle the same little meadow, though, before even a blind human would begin to recognize that your've gone around the same duck pond three times. When he couldn't justify going around one more time, he finally brought his bike to a rest beneath a small copse of oak trees.

For a minute they both just sat on the bike, adjusting to the lack of wind speeding by their ears, the way the earth no longer rushed past. To be honest, Pestilence could have probably sat there all day and been perfectly happy, but he felt Uriel begin to move behind him, the angel's eagerness to fly again breaking their embrace. He got off of the motorcycle after Uriel had, turning to the angel and smiling.

"Will this be an OK flying site?" Pestilence blushed a little. He could barely restrain his anticipation to see Uriel's wings again, and the thought of seeing the angel flying through the air was quite enticing itself.