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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 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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He drew her to him, and she was happier than ever. She felt like her heart might burst out of her chest at any moment. He was so close, so very close, and after the painful separation she longed to be close to him.

"It is indeed," she said, frowning a bit as she looked at all the sick people around. Then, however, she smiled at him. "You know," she said, "that sounds like a rather perfect idea."

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Pestilence smiled, pulling her the final distance towards him. Her lips were so soft against his, willing and sweet as he deepened the kiss. He felt her arms entwine around his neck and he placed his hands on her hips drawing her close. She felt so perfect in his arms, just as his angel had. For a moment he thought that maybe he was being given a second chance, one last time to prove that he was not completely abhorred by the universe. But he lost the idea quickly. No, his one true love was out of his reach. This was a one-night stand and nothing more. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it.

"You're very beautiful, you know that, right?" He said to her as they parted, his eyes blurry enough for Angela's features to shift entirely into Uriel's. "Positively radiant."

Pulling her up from her stool, he kissed her hand again and walked out the door. "I brought my motorcycle, you're OK with riding that?"

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Pestilence drew her into a kiss, and it was just as perfect as she had imagined it would be. The embrace felt unfamiliar despite her having felt it so many times before; she was a few inches shorter now, and her body was quite different as it was brought close to Pestilence's, her breasts pressed against his chest. And yet it felt so right, so perfectly right, and she almost didn't want it to end. The sweet taste of his mouth on hers, her arms around his neck, his hands on her hips, their bodies pressed close, the contact causing all those thrilling sensations in her...

As they finally parted, she smiled at his compliment. "Thank you," she said, and for a moment she could almost imagine nothing had changed, that she was in his arms not just for tonight but forever and ever, and they would never part again...

But that was an empty wish and she knew it. It would be for this night only, but even that was enough. For now.

"Oh, that sounds very good indeed," she said, remembering how it had been to ride the motorcycle before. Oh, she could definitely handle being so close to the object of both her love and her desire.

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Thankfully for 'Angela,' Pestilence's main way of killing people was through disease and not through accident. Therefore, he pulled a gleaming white helmet out from under his saddlebags and handed it to her.

"You'll have to hang on tight. I don't go the speed limit," Pestilence whispered, trying to make it sound as innuendo filled as possible. He smiled as she attempted to sit on the motorbike side-saddle. "I'm afraid that isn't going to work, darling." Whipping off his jacket, he sheilded her from on-coming traffic. "You're going to have to hitch up your skirts." He tried to be gentlemanly and turn away, but couldn't help but glance out the corner of his eye.

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Uriel put the helmet on, smiling a bit at the horseman's comment. Oh, she knew very well Pestilence cared little for speed limits. After their trips to the fields surrounding the Manor -- she wasn't sure whether she'd ever told Pestilence about Adam's permission to fly on the Manor grounds -- she was quite used to that fact.

She blushed a bit as she realized her own momentary stupidity. Well, of course it wasn't going to work. There had been a reason why she'd always had to change for trousers on their trips. That wasn't an option now, however -- she couldn't let Pestilence know what and especially who she was. Therefore, she resigned to simply readjusting her dress, quietly grateful for Pestilence's attempt at gentlemanship even though he couldn't quite keep his eyes to himself all the time.

Hitching her skirt up as far as she could without being indecent -- by a certain definition of "indecent" -- she finally managed to get herself settled on the motorbike.

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Draping his jacket around her shoulders, Pestilence climbed onto the motorbike himself, not fully able to resist pressing his back against her front. She was so soft against him, all curves. It was very different from what he was used to.

Truthfully, Pestilence was an equal opportunity lover, but he'd always had more access to males. Men were always more into annonymous sex than women, so he had always had an 'in' there. Yet, Pestilence was no fool; he could certainly appreciate the charms of the fairer sex, and he was certainly enjoying the charms of the lovely 'Angela' behind him.

As Pestilence started the engine, he realized he was was still fairly inebriated (1), but thankfully his temporary flat was only about a block and a half away. That didn't prevent him from taking a few more turns than was absolutely neccesary.

Angela's arms were tight around his waist, and he could sense the excitement in her limbs as both her arms and thighs squeezed him. He felt his own excitement resonate with her's. Tonight he would make her his lover, giving to her all that he could no longer give to Uriel.

When they finally arrived, he got off his bike in a flash. He lifted her off the motorbike before she could even make a move. Carrying her up the stairs to his apartment, he could almost pretend that it was Uriel in his arms.

(1) For fiction purposes only. DO NOT drink and drive. (This public safety announcement brought to you by a worrying author who doesn't want anybody to get hurt, ever.)

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The way Pestilence pressed his back against her definitely told about his excitement. Equally excited and delighted to be so close to her beloved once again, Uriel clung to him as tightly as he could, wanting to feel his closeness as completely as she could.

Although she was aware of his excitement, and had got quite some evidence of his impulsive nature in the past, she was still surprised as he picked her up before she could even try to get off the motorbike by herself, carrying her up the stairs.

She allowed him to carry her to his apartment, enjoying the way it felt so secure and right to be held in his arms, but once inside his apartment, she decided to slow him down a bit.

Just a bit, though. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"Now, slow down a bit, handsome," she said, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. "There's no need to rush; we have time. Haven't you ever heard of 'enjoying the moment?'"

Despite her words, the way she pressed herself against him told a rather different message.

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Pestilence savored the sweet kiss she placed at the corner of his mouth, and at the moment he couldn't have agreed with her more.

"You're right. Of course. Your beauty and charm just had me very swept up in the moment," He lingered with his body next to her's for another moment, but then pulled away. Yes, savor the moment. That was good. So instead of following his first impulse and pulling her into the bedroom, he instead took her hand in his and lead her over to the couch. He pulled a bottle of Fluet Jouet from the refrigerator and took two long-stemmed glasses from the cupboard.

"I hope you don't mind white," he said as he poured them each a glass. "Its my favorite. There is a deceptive purity to it that I find intoxicating." He smiled at her and rang his glass against her's in a toast. There was something about her as he kneeled at her feet. She felt so pure, and he found himself drawn irresistably to her. For a brief moment he felt a pang of guilt. He loved Uriel, he shouldn't have taken Angela home, no matter how alluring she was. But his body reminded him that he as single now, and there was no chance he was ever getting back together with Uriel, so what was the problem.

Taking his jacket from around her shoulders, he placed a soft kiss at the base of her throat. Her scent was almsot exactly how Uriel smelled in heat. "You must use jasmine perfume," he muttered against her ear as he licked it gently.

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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.

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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."

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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...

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"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.

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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."