the Fallen, Gabriel/Anna for smut_69, R
Summary: Anna thinks about Eve. Undefined time period.
Warnings: Sex! But I do try to inject some though into this. Not too sure if I'm succesfull though.
Author’s Notes: Written for the challenge on smut_69, prompt #66 Wrong. This was written as a request from my beloved beta arubyslipper, who requested more of defiling-the-family-chappel-Anna.
Disclaimer: ‘Van Helsing’ and all its related articles are the property of Universal Studios and Stephen Sommers. I am not making any money off this.
the Fallen
Anna knows that what she and Gabriel do behind closed doors is wrong. It is against everything she has ever been taught and defiles all things young unmarried women ought to be. But she cannot help herself. Like Eve she sees what she wants, and takes it.
When Anna was little she always went to mass with her family on Sundays. Velkan was restless in the pew and their father would have to grab on to the back of his coat to hold him still throughout the service. Her parents would always remark how she was so well behaved and so silent, but it was not that she was paying any heed to the priest. It was the altar paintings that always captured her attention; no matter how many times she saw them, she could always find something new. She would look at the nude Eve curled around the thick serpent and think fallen woman.
Now Gabriel lifts her up against the wall next to the guest bedrooms. The hallway is chilly and the uneven stone uncomfortable against her back, but, oh how she loves this. The moment before he is in her and she cannot think about anything. Anna likes to think, she likes to savour the experience. So many close brushes with death and she has leaned to value the moment. Gabriel’s fingers squeeze her ass, arms supporting her legs. And his fingers are sliding into her from behind and she kisses him ferociously tasting blood.
The physicality of it took her by surprise the first time. All the women in her life always spoke about the sacred, or about duty. She grips his shoulders harder now, pushing herself up between the wall and his body. Gabriel’s fingers are still sliding between her legs and she fights not to moan. Carl is sleeping maybe fifteen feet to her left. Anna cannot see how this could ever be a duty to her, how the ache and the push and this man could ever be duty. She can see the sacred, but probably not in the way it was meant.
He pushes into her hard and unexpected and Anna tries to swallow her scream. This is sacred and holy and Gabriel bites her shoulder as he comes. She is still shivering and breathless around him, still rocking against his pelvis. Anna can feel him smile against the bite.
Now she looks at herself and sees the face of Eve, but through hindsight Eve of the painting does not look repentant. She was smiling silently behind her serpent as the priest condemned her in his speech. The painting has withered away through the years of battle and strife, but Anna can still remember her, and now Anna knows why Eve smiled so long ago. And the knowledge they both now share cannot be erased. Even if Anna could she would not want to.
Now she lets her breathing ease out, lips moving over Gabriel’s bared shoulder. One of his hands has travelled between her back and the wall and his fingers are slowly counting up and down the noodles of her spine. He does not say anything as he pushes off from the wall, Anna still wrapped around him. His room is almost bare, but his bed is huge and Anna refuses to let go of him even for a second. Even if Anna knows this to be wrong she feels good and smiles into the night.
Warnings: Sex! But I do try to inject some though into this. Not too sure if I'm succesfull though.
Author’s Notes: Written for the challenge on smut_69, prompt #66 Wrong. This was written as a request from my beloved beta arubyslipper, who requested more of defiling-the-family-chappel-Anna.
Disclaimer: ‘Van Helsing’ and all its related articles are the property of Universal Studios and Stephen Sommers. I am not making any money off this.
the Fallen
Anna knows that what she and Gabriel do behind closed doors is wrong. It is against everything she has ever been taught and defiles all things young unmarried women ought to be. But she cannot help herself. Like Eve she sees what she wants, and takes it.
When Anna was little she always went to mass with her family on Sundays. Velkan was restless in the pew and their father would have to grab on to the back of his coat to hold him still throughout the service. Her parents would always remark how she was so well behaved and so silent, but it was not that she was paying any heed to the priest. It was the altar paintings that always captured her attention; no matter how many times she saw them, she could always find something new. She would look at the nude Eve curled around the thick serpent and think fallen woman.
Now Gabriel lifts her up against the wall next to the guest bedrooms. The hallway is chilly and the uneven stone uncomfortable against her back, but, oh how she loves this. The moment before he is in her and she cannot think about anything. Anna likes to think, she likes to savour the experience. So many close brushes with death and she has leaned to value the moment. Gabriel’s fingers squeeze her ass, arms supporting her legs. And his fingers are sliding into her from behind and she kisses him ferociously tasting blood.
The physicality of it took her by surprise the first time. All the women in her life always spoke about the sacred, or about duty. She grips his shoulders harder now, pushing herself up between the wall and his body. Gabriel’s fingers are still sliding between her legs and she fights not to moan. Carl is sleeping maybe fifteen feet to her left. Anna cannot see how this could ever be a duty to her, how the ache and the push and this man could ever be duty. She can see the sacred, but probably not in the way it was meant.
He pushes into her hard and unexpected and Anna tries to swallow her scream. This is sacred and holy and Gabriel bites her shoulder as he comes. She is still shivering and breathless around him, still rocking against his pelvis. Anna can feel him smile against the bite.
Now she looks at herself and sees the face of Eve, but through hindsight Eve of the painting does not look repentant. She was smiling silently behind her serpent as the priest condemned her in his speech. The painting has withered away through the years of battle and strife, but Anna can still remember her, and now Anna knows why Eve smiled so long ago. And the knowledge they both now share cannot be erased. Even if Anna could she would not want to.
Now she lets her breathing ease out, lips moving over Gabriel’s bared shoulder. One of his hands has travelled between her back and the wall and his fingers are slowly counting up and down the noodles of her spine. He does not say anything as he pushes off from the wall, Anna still wrapped around him. His room is almost bare, but his bed is huge and Anna refuses to let go of him even for a second. Even if Anna knows this to be wrong she feels good and smiles into the night.