When Angels Make Confession - NFB

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Arms around her knees, chin resting on top of them, back against the wall, Lee sat on her bed, just staring. Her hands still felt filthy. She still smelled the stench of blood and sex and rage. The tightness in her chest had eased since Loz and she... since Bete Noire, but meeting Aziraphale, after seeing Anita at Mass and being with Ranger had

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[flash_demon]

It was like a wound he was unable to pick at. The sting, the pain...waves of it on the air. It wasn't uncommon, but this time it tasted too much like himself to ignore it.

Making his way outside in Tamarind, he scented the air. Eyes closed and nose up,he located it, no, not it. Her. He located her almost immmediately. Picturing her gorgeous hair and sparking eyes, along with the indulgence of the way her body looked in white cotton, he disappeared entirely from the sidewalk.

At the same instant, there he was at the foot of her bed. The stench was almost overwhelming. Her pain, her soul screamed at him.

"Pet...what have you done?"

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She looked up without moving her head. "Father forgive me, for I have sinned. It's been forever since my last confession." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but he'd come. And that alone eased some of the ache.

[flash_demon]

He winced, cringing just a bit, before righting himself and taking a seat sideways at the foot of the bed. He couldn't deny her anything, and if this would help...to take it away...to take the horrors home to savor and discard, then that's what he would do.

"I'm listening, my child. Confess."

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Lee sighed. "This could take a long time, C. I'll hit the highlights. Fucked a random stranger who turned out to be a Sidhe princeling who called my Grace like water from a stone. Killed some demons. Nearly had sex in a nun's habit in public with you. Beat the hell out of some NPCassholes in Bete Noire who probably had it coming. Might've killed one or two and took someone else with me who had even less business passing judgment than me. Fucked him afterwards. Went to Mass to cleanse my soul and got sexed up there too."

Uncoiling herself, she pulled a cigarette from the pack on her nightstand, tossed them to him in case he wanted one, lit hers and inhaled broodily. "I also had a conversation with someone who is not Lilith. And someone who is, I assume, your last angel." Exhaling, she looked up at him, eyes wide and blue and filled with honest emotion. "Why didn't you tell me? Hearing it from her..." It hurt.

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He stared at her for a good long while, then nodded sharply and laid down flat. "Tell me, angel. Do you want to make love? Or are you quite content with fucking?"

When he lay back, she went as if pulled by invisible strings. Words spoken, she needed him. Gracefully - small g - she arranged herself beside him. Head on his chest. Easier this way. She didn't have to look at him.

"Fucking is easy. A way to spend the pain. The other..." She shook her head. "Yes? No? It hurts to think about. Like being near..." It would hurt him, too, if she said his name. "His angels."

[flash_demon]

Gentle fingers stroked her tresses as he smiled softly at the warmth and weight of her.

"Love...and the making of it...there's your pisser, what? It's a lot easier to fuck and run than have to pretend sex means more than it does."

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Soothed, protected, she softened into his touch. He made her feel cherished. A dangerous thing for her to feel. Especially with him. But she couldn't make herself care. Even the bitch angel had to have somewhere to feel safe. Didn't she?

"Exactly. It means something." She thought of Loz, and the way they fucked rage to rage. Touched what was deepest and truest. "Sometimes it means a lot. Sometimes it keeps you sane when nothing else can." Like when she and he had...done whatever they'd done in Spain.

Her fingers smoothed idly over his chest. "C?"