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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 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?"