Aside from the healer, Pestilence didn't have much experience around angels, but it was only partially due to this fact that he was surprised when Uriel was suddenly clad in a stunning outfit rather than his customary robe. The horseman couldn't help but stare at Uriel's slender beauty for a moment, the green trousers and white shirt were... very becoming to say the least. Even though the angel seemed to be less than comfortable in the new attire, Pestilence couldn't help but be grateful for the chance to see the outline of the angel's body a little more easily.
Pestilence's breath became a bit more shallow at the sudden bodily contact between them as Uriel got on the bike behind him. Oh, but it was very nice to feel the angel so near him. He noticed that Uriel's skin radiated a certain chill that Pestilence wasn't entirely used to. It was vaguely similar to the chill that overtook someone after one of his projects had run its course, but there was also another type of feel to it. Clean, almost, as though it was the coolness of an early Springs morning, a light dusting of snow ruptured by the new blossoms of crocuses.
As pleasant as it was to feel the coolness against the horseman's fevered skin, he also couldn't help but wish that the heat of their first night together would return to the angel.
He felt Uriel's cheek press against his back as he started the engine. With a smile that rose from the center of his being, he sped out across the English country-side.
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Date: 2006-03-10 07:37 pm (UTC)Pestilence's breath became a bit more shallow at the sudden bodily contact between them as Uriel got on the bike behind him. Oh, but it was very nice to feel the angel so near him. He noticed that Uriel's skin radiated a certain chill that Pestilence wasn't entirely used to. It was vaguely similar to the chill that overtook someone after one of his projects had run its course, but there was also another type of feel to it. Clean, almost, as though it was the coolness of an early Springs morning, a light dusting of snow ruptured by the new blossoms of crocuses.
As pleasant as it was to feel the coolness against the horseman's fevered skin, he also couldn't help but wish that the heat of their first night together would return to the angel.
He felt Uriel's cheek press against his back as he started the engine. With a smile that rose from the center of his being, he sped out across the English country-side.