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pestilence,
uriel

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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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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?"

'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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

They were both now almost naked, bare bodies pressed together. Her breath hitched as his fingers touched her there, barely feeling his mouth on her shoulders.

She did, however, hear his request. She looked him in the eye, seeing the need and desire there, then glanced down at his member, now hard and ready under her hand.

It would hurt, that much she knew. However, she would have never wanted anybody but him to cause this pain. She was going to lose her virginity, and she wanted to lose it to him.

Of course, she could have settled herself on him, but, in all honesty, she was too scared. She wasn't too scared to go through with it, however. Therefore, she draw herself away from his lap, lying down on the couch, her thighs spread in an invitation.

"And I need to feel you in me," she replied, her eyes intent on him.

The sight of her spread out for him made Pestilence light headed with lust, but he made no move to enter her. Standing, he got fully divested of his clothes, then picked her up. She was as light as a feather in his arms. Her eyes were questioning, but he couldn't speak. He carried her down the hall, down to the little bedroom. He hardly ever went in there, usually just falling asleep on the couch after watching TV, but he wasn't going to do this on the couch. For whatever reason, Angela had decided he was worthy of her first time. He sure as hell was going to make it the best he could.

He layed her gently on the bed, fingers fumbling with the last remnants of her clothes, finally showing the perfection of her body. She was so delicate, pale as a lily, petite. He would have to be careful with her. He felt that if he didn't watch himself, he might break her. With care, he placed his hands on her knees and spread her thighs. Here, too, she was small. He traced light kisses down the insides of her legs, finally ending and the apex of her thighs, lightly tonguing her delicate flesh.

Despite having just declared his need, Pestilence did not enter her. A bit puzzled, Uriel watched as he got rid of the rest of his clothes -- oh, so gorgeous -- but then he picked her up and started to carry her away from the couch. He held her effortlessly, like she hadn't weighed anything.

She soon found herself carried into a small bedroom and laid on a bed, then relieved of what little remained of her clothing. She felt a bit uneasy at being bare under such a hungry gaze, but reminded herself that he had seen her naked before, even if her form had been of a different gender. And besides, if there was one being in the universe she wanted to give herself completely to, it was him. Even if he didn't truly care for her, she loved him, and she wanted to have this one time with him no matter what.

Her breath caught in her chest as he slowly and carefully spread her thighs again, then escaped in little gasps as he left a trail of kisses on her legs. A strange knot was building itself in her stomach as his mouth moved higher on her body. Then he was there, his tongue on her almost driving her mad, teasing, and she cried out.

"Oh, Albin," she then moaned in pleasure, catching herself at the last moment before she called him by his true name. Now, that would be something she couldn't explain away.

The sound of his... name on her lips brought the urgency to the forefront of his mind. For jsut a moment he could swear that it was Uriel calling out his name, but he didn't dwell on it. Instead he pressed kisses up the rest of her body, finally kissing her lips, allowing his hardness to rub between her thighs.

"Are you ready?" He whispered, desperately hoping that she was. The need was thick in his stomach and cock, and he was sure that further delay would cause permanent damage.

The trail of kisses continued up her body, finally ending on her lips. She felt his erection rubbing between her thighs, excited even further.

"I'll never be more ready," she whispered back, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Then, as she drew away again, she looked him in the eye, hoping to convey all her need and desire (and, yes, even love) by that one gaze. "Enter me. Now."

And, after a second of hesitation, he did.

She had been right; it did hurt. A gasp of pain escaped her lips as he slid into her, stretching her, claiming her. Tiny tears of pain leaked from the corners of her eyes, yet in her heart she rejoiced. At last, she got to completely join her beloved.

She was tight, and hot. She felt divine. But her gasp and unshed tears ripped at Pestilence. He stilled his movements, giving her body time to adjust. After a moment, he felt her back relax and he began to move within her. He kissed her, then; running his hands over her perfect body. Closing his eyes he could almost imagine that this was what Uriel would feel like, but he opened them again. It wasn't fair to Angela to have him thinking of another. Reaching his hand between them, he rubbed her again, hoping that it would taker her mind off any pain and hopefully help her enjoy it.

He stilled his movements for a while and she did her best to adjust to him. With some effort she managed to relax, and he started moving again. His mouth was now on her own, his hands caressing her body. It still hurt, but at least he was doing his best to distract her.

And -- oh! He rubbed her, and a wave of pleasure shot through her. She forced herself to concentrate on that, on the incredible sensations his hands and lips were causing in her, and tried to forget the pain his hard member caused inside her. After a moment, she did manage.

He kept his thrusts measured, never going in too deep. She was so petite. Yet even with his mind trying to desperately restrain his movements, he couldn't help the way his breath came in ragged gasps, or the intense feeling of completion he felt as he joined with her.

"Oh, sweet mono," he moaned as the tension grew in his belly. Maintaining his attention to her pleasure he felt himself rushing quickly towards abandon.

After a slow eternity, he couldn't take anymore. He usually would have waited for his partner to finish first, but he figured it would be difficult for her to do so when she was still in pain. He had other means at his disposal to bring on her own climax, so (with one last thought about *not* spreading illness to her) he allowed himself to climax. With one final thrust he filled her completely. "Oh, angel!" he yelled and it would have been possible to decipher which angel he was refering to.

He held himself over her for a brief moment, a light kiss on her lips before he crawled down her body intent on giving her the same amount of pleasure she had given him.

Uriel rocked with Pestilence's movements, trying to concentrate on the pleasure rather than the pain. Then he thrust even deeper than before, yelling, "Oh, angel!" Looking at his ecstatic expression as he climaxed inside her she allowed herself to imagine that he was truly saying it to her, that he was truly calling her his angel because she was one, because she was Uriel. It was, of course, a futile dream, but that didn't stop her from dreaming.

He slid out of her, kissing her lightly. Then he started to move downwards on her body. Still a bit dazed from the mixture of pain and pleasure, she didn't even register his movements at first.

Pestilence moved between her legs, kneading her thighs with his hands as he spread them even further. He laid gentle kisses around her belly button and down. With the experience of millenia, he had a pretty good idea what did it for a woman and he applied his knowledge to the beautiful creature before him.

It took a minute before she seemed to register his attentions, most likely because the last echoes of pain were still there. Soon, though, he noticed that her breathing was coming in short gasps and that her thighs were shaking. Even though he knew it might hurt a little, he pressed two fingers inside of her, rubbing the little spot that made most women wiggle.

And with a satisfied smile, he found out that she was no exception.

Uriel slowly became aware of exactly what Pestilence was doing to her. When she did, however, she had to force herself to continue something akin to breathing. His lips around her navel, his hands on her thighs, and, oh, the fresh memory of him inside her, the thought that she had given him pleasure...

She was trembling with pleasure and need. She winced a little as he slid two fingers into her, but what little pain there was soon became forgotten as he touched something inside her. She didn't know what exactly it was, but it was certainly driving her mad.

He continued his gentle ministrations for a while until she simply couldn't take it any longer. She had thought she knew what to expect of the climax, but she hadn't thought it could be so... different. She felt contractions in her lower body, ones so very much pleasurable that, for a moment, she did forget to breathe. Lost in ecstacy, she bit her lip to stop Pestilence's true name from spilling from her lips.

Pestilence felt her muscles clamp and saw her back arch off of the bed. He kept going until the last waves rocked her. When at last it was done he crawled up besides her in the bed, smoothing her hair.

"You look so beautiful," he said to her, and she did. Mussed and flushed and so relaxed. "I hope it had its redeeming points."

Uriel smiled dizzily at Pestilence. "Wait until I regain full coherency of thought and ask then how it was," she replied. Secretly she was quite delighted she had managed to keep her wings in. They had indeed threatened to burst out, and that would have been about as impossible to explain as calling Pestilence by his true name.

She felt wonderful. Sore, yes, but still absolutely wonderful. Even though this had most probably been the last time she'd ever have sex with Pestilence, at least these memories would be worth remembering.

Pestilence smiled as she stretched herself. He scooted his arm under her shoulders and brought her in close to him. She smelled so strongly of Jasmine that it practically blotted out every other sense. It was delicious.

After a few minutes she settled her head on his chest and he continued to finger through her hair. "Will you stay with me tonight, angel?"

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

Oopps

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Are you online?

Yes, but at school, so no AIM

Awww... A pity.

Darn! Missed you again!

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