Pestilence's heart again leaped when Uriel didn't try to draw away from him, in fact, there seemed to be a certain amount of willingness on the angel's part in their contact. It was so different than earlier, especially the other day when Uriel had practically hit him for kissing his hair.
Pestilence decided not to over-think it.
During this entire conversation, the horseman had been trying to ignore the angel's alluring aura and intoxicating presence, but he allowed his internal barriers to melt away a little as he began to speak.
"Actually, we didn't meet here, we met in the bar." He laughed a little at Uriel's skeptical glance. "You were on your way to the pool room with a bag of marshmallows." He paused. "Which are probably still there now that I think of it. We left in something of a hurry and forgot them there." He blushed bright grey again.
His thumb rubbed the back oh Uriel's hand, delighted with how right it felt to be able to touch the angel again. "I was having a drink, and I offered you one. But you told me you didn't drink. Not just alcohol, but everything."
Pestilence paused, afraid that his next revelation would scare the angel, or that Uriel would think that Pestilence had tricked him into going to bed with him. He bit his lip. "You see, Uriel, it was St. Valentine's day. As a little gift to Famine and Pollution, I had whipped up a little, well, love potion. I won't lie, I was attracted to you, and I offered you a drink with some of the postion in it. But as we talked, I realized I didn't want anything that happened to be fake. I liked you, and it wouldn't have been real if I had tricked you into anything. I respected you more than that, and even though we had only met a bit ago, I, felt very close to you."
Pestilence lowered his eyes. "Eventually I told you about the potion, and you were upset. I feared that I had ruined everything, that you would want nothing to do with me. I was so scared that you were repulsed by me. But then we were talking about what it felt like to experience intimacy in a human way, and you agreed to be more human, and then we were kissing and it just felt so right. You were so beautiful and you were perfect."
"I don't know what else you want to hear." Pestilence continued to avert his eyes, blushing.
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Pestilence decided not to over-think it.
During this entire conversation, the horseman had been trying to ignore the angel's alluring aura and intoxicating presence, but he allowed his internal barriers to melt away a little as he began to speak.
"Actually, we didn't meet here, we met in the bar." He laughed a little at Uriel's skeptical glance. "You were on your way to the pool room with a bag of marshmallows." He paused. "Which are probably still there now that I think of it. We left in something of a hurry and forgot them there." He blushed bright grey again.
His thumb rubbed the back oh Uriel's hand, delighted with how right it felt to be able to touch the angel again. "I was having a drink, and I offered you one. But you told me you didn't drink. Not just alcohol, but everything."
Pestilence paused, afraid that his next revelation would scare the angel, or that Uriel would think that Pestilence had tricked him into going to bed with him. He bit his lip. "You see, Uriel, it was St. Valentine's day. As a little gift to Famine and Pollution, I had whipped up a little, well, love potion. I won't lie, I was attracted to you, and I offered you a drink with some of the postion in it. But as we talked, I realized I didn't want anything that happened to be fake. I liked you, and it wouldn't have been real if I had tricked you into anything. I respected you more than that, and even though we had only met a bit ago, I, felt very close to you."
Pestilence lowered his eyes. "Eventually I told you about the potion, and you were upset. I feared that I had ruined everything, that you would want nothing to do with me. I was so scared that you were repulsed by me. But then we were talking about what it felt like to experience intimacy in a human way, and you agreed to be more human, and then we were kissing and it just felt so right. You were so beautiful and you were perfect."
"I don't know what else you want to hear." Pestilence continued to avert his eyes, blushing.