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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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Uriel allowed herself to be led to the chouch, taking the glass of wine from Pestilence. She tasted it carefully, examining the new, unfamiliar taste. It wasn't too unpleasant.

He was kneeling at her feet, looking intently at her, and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Although she had altered her features slightly to resemble Mary Mallon more, in the end this was the closest to her real appearance she had been ever since their break-up. She could only hope she was desirable enough for him.

Oh, but she wanted this. Even if it was only one night, one night she might very well regret later, she was weak and cold and lonely and needed him to make her whole again.

"Mm-hmm," was the only response she gave to the horseman's comment, shivering slightly at the sensations of his hot breath and gentle tongue against her ear. "I always use it." Well, so she did not, but it was her natural scent, especially strong whenever she got excited, so it wasn't really a lie.

Holding the still mostly full glass of wine in one hand, she brought her other hand up to tangle it into his hair, savouring the softness of it. She had almost forgotten how very lovely it was.

Pestilence leaned his head against her hand, lost in the familiar sensation. "I love that scent," he muttered, not really meaning to say it aloud, but unable to withhold the comment. Tilting his head, he kissed the inside of her palm. "I could fall in love with you for that scent."

Still kneeling at her feel, he took off her little high heels, rubbing her feet and working his way up to the hem of her skirt. "A beautiful woman like you should never be alone. I'm lucky tonight that I saw you before any other guys did."

Uriel's breath caught in her chest as she heard Pestilence's words. Pestilence loved her natural scent? Then wouldn't that mean...

No. No point in getting up her hopes. Pestilence could never love her for what she really was; she should be happy with this little moment.

"Thank you," she then said, smiling as he started rubbing her feet. "I can't say I'm upset you spotted me before anybody else, either." She tangled her fingers further into the familiar white hair. She could almost imagine it was always like this, would always be like this, she would have Pestilence forever and ever and they would never part...

But it wasn't. It was only tonight, only this once, only because she was so very lonely and weak and simply couldn't bear her loneliness any longer. Once Easter came around, she would be better. This was only meant to help her survive until then.

But it hurt so much...

"Its my lucky day," Pestilence whispered as he rubbed his hands up her stockings. Her skirt gathering over his wrists as his hands reached her thighs, kneading with firm strokes. Her legs shook in anticipation, and his breath came in short gasps. He continued to stroke her skin, and slowly her legs inched apart. He traced light patterns over the inside of her thighs, and pulled her face closer to his, lightly kissing her neck and chest. He pulled her panties to one side, suddenly claiming her mouth; distracting her while he slid a finger into her. She jumped a little and he retreated so that he was merely rubbing small circles around her clit.

"Are you all right with this? We can take it more slowly if you like." His dialated eyes looked up into her green ones. Imploring.

Uriel slowly spread her legs to give Pestilence more access to her thighs. His touch was light but firm, and it sent tiny waves of pleasure through her. His mouth left tiny kisses all over her neck while his hands wandered further on her body, until his lips suddenly were placed over her own. However, even the sudden contact of their mouths couldn't distract her from what was happening in the lower parts of her body as his finger suddenly slid into previously unexplored territory. She jumped a bit, startled, and he retreated a bit, although his touch was still definitely distracting.

"No... it's okay," she managed to say, once again tangling her fingers into his hair. The familiar feeling soothed her a bit. "I want this. I really, really want this.

"It's just..." She bit her lip, hesitant. However, she had to say it. He'd notice sooner or alter anyway. "Remember what you said about 'pure and virginal'? Well... it was true. Partly, at least. I've never gone all the way before."