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Date: April 22nd, 2000 (Good Friday)
Setting: The Red Lion Pub
Status: Uriel and Pestilence
Summary: The Presence is Low, As is a Horseperson- The remedy?  Smex.

Pestilence was so drunk he didn't even notice that the bartender had passed out with acute appendicidis, neglecting to refill his glass.  The horseman was three drinks away from dead, and that was just fine with him.  He never could understand why today was called "Good" Friday.  In his opinion it sucked royally and the only way to comfort onself was by drowning in a bottle of Holy spirits.

Leaving the manor hadn't helped erase memories of Uriel.  In his heart he knew that it wouldn't even before he left, but he had tried his best to keep himself busy.  He was busy developing SARS, making AIDS more resiliant, honing a new flu.  All of the things that had always given him the most amount of pleasure.  It didn't hold a candle to the pleasure he had had with Uriel though.  Not just the sex, the just being around the angel, looking at his art, watching him fly.

Ever since the break up, h had been thinking about his letter.  To be honest, he hadn't really thought of Mary Mallon since she died.  Yeah, he had courted her, she was nice enough to be with, but again, if he were to be honest, he had only ever really used her.  At the time he had wanted typhoid to get some publicity (he was male, he needed his ego stroked now and again), and she had presented herself at the perfect time and place.  Plus she was fiery enough to stir up all the publicity he desired.  Typhoid Mary, as she came to be called, though, had never held him enthralled as Uriel did.  They had enjoyed good times, but they had both known it was only a fling.  With Uriel it had felt so much different, as though eternity was theirs.

So much for his high hopes.

He drank another bottle of rubbing alcohol.

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After her flight (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/73141.html#cutid1) Uriel touched the ground on a little side alley. Changing her robe into a white dress and a matching little jacket, she let her wings disappear and closed the rips in the fabric. With the final touch of a small whit epurse she let herself become visible and walked out to the street.

He was nearby, that much she could tell, but where was a different question. She didn't have to look for long, though, before she saw a man exiting a pub -- sneezing violently. Even if Pestilence wasn't there, she figured it was as good a place to start from as any.

Fortunately, though, as soon as she was inside she spotted his light form among all the people -- many of which didn't seem really well. In fact, several of them seemed to be severely unwell. Ignoring this, she closed the disturbing soul auras out of her mind as best as she could, trying to forget her nervousness around all these humans. Pestilence was the only one that mattered to her.

She dimmed her aura -- not that there was much to dim, not today -- hoping that whatever traces remained would be lost in his drunkenness. Then she started walking towards her destination, desperately hoping he would notice her first so that she wouldn't have to try to start a conversation.

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In his alcoholic haze, Pestilence was less than observant. Yet there was something about the woman that walked into the bar. She looked familiar. Almost... almost like Mary. He blinked dim eyes a few times, trying to decide if the woman he saw before him was real or hallucination. She walked up to the bar and ordered a glass of water. A flicker of interest sparked in Pestilence's chest. Water. In a bar. Just like something Uriel would do. He smiled at the memory, even if it did twinge in his breast.

Well, what the hell, he thought. Perhaps, for a fleeting moment this distraction would take his mind off of his beloved angel.

"Hello there, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?"

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Uriel forced herself to hide her nervousness and smile slightly. 'Oh, yes.' She eyed Pestilence from head to toe as if considering, delighted to see again the one she loved. Oh, Pestilence was very clearly drunk, but she hardly even noticed that. Not when he was there.

"Perhaps you can," she replied, smiling slightly. Almost without noticing it herself she twined a lock of hair around her finger. "Give me a second to consider."

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The girl was cute. Her mannerisms especially; the way she played with her hair and batted her eyes at him. He felt himself melting into the stool as she sat next to him. Her white dress left a lot to the imagination, but Pestilence had always had a very vivid imagination. And in his mind she looked very much like a female version of Uriel; pale, smooth skin and delicate bone structure.

"You can have all the time in the world as long as the answer is yes," he slurred slightly, but still fancied that he was quite dashing for a mature gentleman.

"What is your name, beautiful?"

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"Well, I guess it has to be a yes, then. I wouldn't want to upset you with the wrong answer, after all."

Uriel tensed momentarily at the question. Of course, she should have expected it. And, in a way, she had. However, her decision to seek him out had been quite sudden, and she wasn't really feeling very good -- not today. Therefore, she had no name thought of, and had to pick the first one coming to her mind that wouldn't resemble either Uriel or Mary.

"I'm Angela," she found herself telling, and almost bit her tongue. Well, if that wasn't going to remind Pestilence of her -- or him? This was a bit confusing -- then nothing was. Hopefully that'd only remind him of Mary Mallon, which could only increase her chances.

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Pestilence smiled loosely at the woman. A sense of humor was one of his prerequisites for his love interests.

Then he heard her name. Angela? That was a bit too much of a coincidence. He felt his head spin; partially with drink and partially with incredulity. Was this real or was it simply one more dream where he was visited by the one he loved? A daydream brought about by too much drink? Well, if it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. He reached out and touched Angela's hand, slowly bringing it to his lips. "Angela is a beautiful name," he spoke with his lips hovering close to her skin, afraid of looking into her eyes lest he wake up from a pleasant dream. "It couldn't fit you more perfectly. You do look just like an angel."

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"Angela" laughed a bit, desperately hoping her nervousness couldn't be heard in her voice. "Well, thank you, I suppose," she said, smiling at the horseman even as her usually so very still heart was beating frantically as he held her hand close to his lips. Oh, so close...

For a moment her mind was filled with memories of past encounters with this very same being, those lovely lips not only hovering over her skin but actually touching it, kissing and nibbling, not just her hand but everywhere...

She forced herself to snap out of her thoughts and concentrate on the situation at hand. "Aren't angels supposed to be blonde and have blue eyes, though?" she asked, still smiling. "And what might be your name, anyway?

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Pestilence completed the gesture, langourously kissing her hand, loathe to break the contact between them. It must be a dream, he figured. The woman even smelled like his angel. His fix on reality must be getting skewed from lonliness, he thought. But she *was* beautiful. And it *had* been so long since he'd been with a woman.

He smiled up at her. "Those cookie-cutter angels wish they could look like you. And my name is Albin," he said and winked. "Angela and Albin. Sounds like a good combination, don't you think?"

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Uriel could only barely hide her delight at the simple kiss. Instead, she still smiled at Pestilence, batting her eyes at him.

"Now that you mention it... Perhaps it does," she said, her smile gaining a somewhat teasing tone. "Albin, eh? Well, if you forgive me for saying so, it does fit you," she added then.

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Pestilence scooted himself further on the stool, closer to Angela. "I would forgive you anything, darling," he said, and the sleaze practically flowed off of him. But he couldn't help that. His sleaze factor increased when he was inebriated.

"Angela and Albin sound like two characters from a romance novel, don't you think? In this case that's particularily fitting. I may not be dark, but I'm tall and handsome, right? Two out of three isn't bad. And you could be my angelic lover, pure and virginal. What do you say, *mia angela?* Fancy finding out how this romance novel ends?"

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Uriel was a bit surprised at the straightforwardness, but in the end, he was also grateful for it. She wasn't too sure she could simply keep talking for too long without revealing herself as, well, herself.

"You don't hesitate much, do you?" she asked, smiling teasingly. "I have to admit, though, that your offer does hold a certain appeal. In fact," she said, trying to control her wildly beating heart, "I think I just might agree with you."

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Pestilence couldn't beleive his good luck. Now he really *knew* it was a good dream. "No point in hesitating, darling," he said, pulling her to him, his lips hovering near hers. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, the soft curve of her breasts flush against him. She felt so small in his arms, and so familiar.

"Would you like a drink, first? Or shall we away? Its starting to get very loud in here." And it was, coughing and sneezing filled the air, as did wheezing and nose blowing.

"My place isn't far, and I have some rather nice wine."

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*A virgin?* Pestilence wasn't sure how to take it. He was pretty sure he'd never had a virgin before... until Uriel, that was. But, (as much as he'd fantasized about it), they had never had real sex, so it wasn't quite the same. He may have been a personification of nastiness, but it was still too much for him to simply take her without at least asking.

Pulling his hand away til it was only stroking the inside of her thigh (he wasn't an angel, afterall) he looked into her wide eyes. "Angela, I won't lie to you. I want you very badly. But your first time? A pretty girl like you? Surely you have queues of boyfriends lined up. You must have a steady. If he's out of town, we don't have to go all the way. I'd be pleased just to go down on you, so you don't have to worry that you got into something you can't get out of. No hard feelings, darling."

Though he knew it would never happen, he knew that he would dream about finally 'going all the way' with Uriel, probably for the rest of his existance. He thought of how he'd feel if Uriel just upped and slept with the first person he met after their break-up. It would kill him.

"I want you to be sure, mia Angela. No pressure."

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"N-no..." She blushed slightly for reasons she wasn't sure she wholly comprehended herself. "I -- I did have a boyfriend. A lover. We fumbled around, had fun together, but we never went all the way. And then... then..."

She searched for words, trying to find something to say that wouldn't be a lie. She didn't want to lie, not if it wasn't absolutely necessary. She was a good angel, after all. Pure and obedient.

"I lost him," she whispered, lowering her gaze. "It was so sudden... We were going to stay together forever, or so I thought. But then he was gone..."

After a moment's silence, she continued, "This is my first night out since then. But... I do want you, too," she finished, her voice very quiet.

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Pestilence sat still. "I'm sorry, Angela," the horseman said quietly, his thoughts swirling around the fact that he and Uriel had been lost to eachother, too. He got up and sat next to Angela on the couch, wrapping and arm around her shoulders. "I know what its like to lose someone, too."

He pulled her close to him, rubbing his hands along the contours of her face. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that it was Uriel's face he caressed. "May I kiss you, Angel?"

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'Then why did you leave me?' Uriel was about to say, but didn't. Instead, she just smiled shyly at the other and said, "Please do, Albin." Before he had the change, though, she found herself unable to resist the temptation and kissed the tip of his nose. Frozing momentarily, she then forced herself to relax, desperately hoping he wouldn't recognize her from the familiar gesture.

She wound one arm around Pestilence's neck, the other sliding over his shoulders, down his back, over his hip to the front, where she settled it on the horseman's thigh, caressing the said thigh only the tiniest bit cautiously, inching slowly from the outer side of it towards the inner side. Her lips hovered close to his, waiting for him to make true of his word and indeed kiss her.

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Pestilence's eyes opened wide after she kissed his nose. It was such a familiar gesture. Too familiar. Surely Angela wasn't...

"Angela, I need you to be honest with me. Is this a dream?" Not even his alcohol addled brain could just completely lie back and ignore the similiarities. Either his mind was playing tricks on him or...

His thoughts choked off as he felt her arm wind around his neck. Then her face was in front of his, red lips a mere breath away. He yeilded to temptation, her lips petal-soft against his. He took his time, luxuriating in the kiss, lightly licking her lips until her mouth opened. He teased her tongue until finally she gained the courage to tease his. Her hand continued to massage his thigh, but higher and more in-between than before. The taught fabric rubbed his growing arousal. His hands strayed to her blouse, slowly undoing buttons and caressing the skin that was laid bare.

The scent of jasmine and Old Spice was filling the room.

She's wearing a dress, not blouse+skirt... Oh, what the heck.

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Uriel responded to the kiss eagerly, relishing in the warmth of his touch. 'Not a dream, Pestilence,' she thought to herself. 'Not a dream even though I fear so.'

Their kiss deepened, tongues sliding against each other in their little private dance. His hands were opening her dress, pushing it down from her shoulders, baring more and more of her chest to his hungry eyes and hands.

Her hand wandered further, brushing lightly the fabric over his growing erection. That, at least, she had experience with from their previous encounters. After a moment's hesitation she applied a bit firmer touch, trying to follow his reactions even though she was mostly concentrating on the kiss.

Oopps

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Pestilence tensed as she rubbed his erection, enjoying the play of their tongues together. He could have just melted into the couch from pleasure. Whoever he was, her boyfriend had showed her a thing of two about how to touch a man.

She was soft and willing in his hands. Her breasts were perfectly shaped; petite, just the way he liked them. He delighted in her reactions as he massaged them, rubbing little circles over the nipples with hastily licked thumbs. His other hand was again sliding up the hem of her dress, preparing to re-try his ministrations.

He felt her hand trying to undo the zip of his pants, and he wiggled trying to help her get her hand in.

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Uriel had to remind herself to continue breathing as Pestilence massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples in a most distracting way. She moaned into his mouth, increasing the pressute on his still cloth-clad erection.

One of his hands was now making its way up her dress again, and she spread her legs a bit, a shiver running through her in anticipation. With newfound determination she attempted to unzip his pants to get her hand inside to touch him without the barrier of clothes. He wiggled a bit to assist her in her task, and finally she managed to slip her hand inside his pants and then his boxers. Her fingers caressed the oh-so-familiar form of his hard member, knowing very well what it would do to him. She had done it before, after all.

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The horseman enjoyed the way her breaths were coming few and far between, moans escaping her in exalted little exhalations. He continued to rub her breasts, but began to pay more attention to his other hand. She had spread her thighs for him, giving him access to her. His fingers pulled aside her little white cotton panties. She was moist for him already and he trembled a bit in anticipation.

Then she was inside his own pants. Pestilence groaned once 'Angela' had managed to get her hand into her boxers. Her touch was electric and she knew what she was doing. She seemed to know exactly what he liked; how hard, how fast. He briefly thought that she must be psychic, but the thought scurried away when she did *that.*

The top of her dress was now unbuttoned, so all he had to do was pull it over her head. It took a bit of trying, but eventually he managed. Her little bra and panties matched in color. Purest white. He pulled her into his lap, but resumed the location of both of his hands, kissing down her neck and settling his mouth on one of her nipples. She wiggled delightfully in his lap, and he enjoyed every moment of it.

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Pestilence pulled her dress over her head, leaving her almost naked in his lap. She could have just as well been naked, too, her bra and panties little hindrance to his hands. His fingers were on her and then in her, and oh, it was perfect and she wanted him, more of him, all of him.

His mouth settled on one of her nipples. She could have melted right then and there, in his lap, his hands and mouth driving her crazy with need. With a great deal of self-control she managed to concentrate on the task (literally) at hand, continuing her work on his erection. With one hand she started unbuttoning his shirt. It was a bit difficult with one hand, but she didn't want to stop touching his hard member. She couldn't stop touching it.

She was nervous, yes, and even fearful, but she knew what she wanted and she wanted Pestilence.

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She was so lively in his lap, moist and warm and eager. She moved her hips around his fingers; her wetness easing his way, touching her more intimately. He felt the thin sheet of tissue that marked her as a virgin. He was loathe to cause her any pain, and he knew this encounter would. He concentrated on rubbing her in ways he knew that would help her relax, and he layed little nips along her shoulders, tasting the dampness of her skin.

Her delicate hands had undone the buttons on his shrt, and were quickly bringing him close to being 'undone' completely. Holding her too his chest, he stood just long enough to push his trousers and boxers down, then set himself down quickly. He was in a surreal state, somewhere between heaven and the stars. Reality blurred to the point where he could be sure whether it was Uriel or this other beautiful angel causing him these feelings. He looked at her with dialated eyes, desperate as his member stiffened under her toying hand.

"I need to be in you angel. Now."

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Uriel's heart sang with joy as Pestilence held her close to himself. For a moment she simply enjoyed the closeness, then set her head on his chest to be even closer to him. His hand was still caressing her hair. Once again she imagined that he was truly aware of who she was and still did this, that this caring, almost -- dare she even think it? -- yes, almost loving attention he was paying to her was directed at the angel Uriel and not just a random woman he'd met in a bar. Of course, she knew her dreams were futile, but that didn't stop her from dreaming.

"Oh, yes, I will," she replied, smiling tiredly. For one thing, she felt so very exhausted right now that she might actually fall asleep -- the combination of sex and the weak Presence was wearing her out. For another thing, she wanted to have the luxury of lying beside Pestilence for the whole night without having to fear the consequences at least once. In the Manor they had stayed in each other's beds a couple of times, but it had always been with the fear that they might be discovered, and usually the guesting party had left before dawn to avoid discovery. Here, however, she needn't worry. Nobody was going to find her here.

Even if it was the only time in her existence that she did so, she could, for once, fall asleep in her beloved's arms.

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Pestilence continued to pet her. She felt so small in his arms, so perfect there. She was much smaller than Uriel, but as sleep began to overtake his weary mind, he couldn't help but feel that it was somehow Uriel resting there besides him, sharing his bed and close to his heart.

With thoughts about his true love and the small blessing of meeting Angela that night, he drifted off into sleep.