50 First Times - Time 45
Title: Time 45
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Gabriel/Kali
Rating: R
Word Count: 466
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for 50 first times - First time on Earth
Time 45
His wings flap out when she kisses him.
Or rather, they try to. He’s bound them so tightly they might never flap again. It’s a small price to pay for his freedom.
Over a century later he will think about this first time and snort with laughter. It will be hard to imagine himself so fragile, so naive.
Kali takes him to the edge with kisses, he has to shove backwards, lick at his lips and whimper before he spills everything, grace and all, too soon. This is new, this physical body, this pleasure that should just be housed in bone and skin but instead heats his grace to burning, turns his wings to fire within their bonds.
In this moment, Gabriel can think of nothing better than her dark hands tracing the lines of his body, her hot mouth as it trails across his chest as he pants, gasps, pleads for something. He’s not sure what he needs.
He hates not knowing things.
She teaches him, slowly, almost painfully, over the course of one of the longest, most frustrating, most pleasurable nights of his very long existence. She drags his mouth to where she wants it, holds him there until he learns the motions she wants him to master. He’s always been a quick study. Then she shoves him back, full of command and mastery and shows him what this self-made body he feels so trapped in can actually do, can really feel.
It’s like flying into the sun, it’s like being reborn into something new, something exposed but powerful. Kali wields her sexuality like Gabriel once handled his sword. She’s magnificent.
When the dawn breaks Gabriel is raw, shaken to the core of his being, and abandoned. The world has changed, he has changed, his purity, his last connection to his home, now severed.
He closes his eyes and weeps for all that he has given up, for all of the pieces of himself that he has broken. It will be the last time he cries in over a thousand years.
By noon, Gabriel has gathered himself and follows the trail Kali has left behind her. It’s faint, maybe she doesn’t want to be found, but what he had with her last night is more of a connection than he has shared with any living being since diving from the skies of his home. He doesn’t want to lose it, not yet.
Gabriel’s not quite ready to be totally alone.
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Gabriel/Kali
Rating: R
Word Count: 466
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for 50 first times - First time on Earth
Time 45
His wings flap out when she kisses him.
Or rather, they try to. He’s bound them so tightly they might never flap again. It’s a small price to pay for his freedom.
Over a century later he will think about this first time and snort with laughter. It will be hard to imagine himself so fragile, so naive.
Kali takes him to the edge with kisses, he has to shove backwards, lick at his lips and whimper before he spills everything, grace and all, too soon. This is new, this physical body, this pleasure that should just be housed in bone and skin but instead heats his grace to burning, turns his wings to fire within their bonds.
In this moment, Gabriel can think of nothing better than her dark hands tracing the lines of his body, her hot mouth as it trails across his chest as he pants, gasps, pleads for something. He’s not sure what he needs.
He hates not knowing things.
She teaches him, slowly, almost painfully, over the course of one of the longest, most frustrating, most pleasurable nights of his very long existence. She drags his mouth to where she wants it, holds him there until he learns the motions she wants him to master. He’s always been a quick study. Then she shoves him back, full of command and mastery and shows him what this self-made body he feels so trapped in can actually do, can really feel.
It’s like flying into the sun, it’s like being reborn into something new, something exposed but powerful. Kali wields her sexuality like Gabriel once handled his sword. She’s magnificent.
When the dawn breaks Gabriel is raw, shaken to the core of his being, and abandoned. The world has changed, he has changed, his purity, his last connection to his home, now severed.
He closes his eyes and weeps for all that he has given up, for all of the pieces of himself that he has broken. It will be the last time he cries in over a thousand years.
By noon, Gabriel has gathered himself and follows the trail Kali has left behind her. It’s faint, maybe she doesn’t want to be found, but what he had with her last night is more of a connection than he has shared with any living being since diving from the skies of his home. He doesn’t want to lose it, not yet.
Gabriel’s not quite ready to be totally alone.