( she shakes her head slightly and when she moves her hands away to look up at him again there's fondness in her expression, though mixed with something a little sadder )
I panicked.
( it's the best way that she has to describe it and with how quickly she'd put the brakes on it was similar to it. she holds a hand out to him, wanting a little contact back, frowning slightly )
[ He gently takes her hand and gently presses a kiss to it, not coming closer yet or pulling yet, watching her, eyes concerned and caring. ]
Can you tell me why? Its okay, if not. [ He wants to aside her that he is not angry, that he does not judge. Even with all this time, he still feels like this is new and warm and sudden, and he is afraid, already, of losing it. ]
( she takes another deeper breath to steady herself, nodding before pushing herself slowly up. as much as she would rather never have her scars be seen she knows that she can't have a relationship and avoid it. he's already shown that he cares about her.
her hand is brought back to reach behind her, unhooking her bra but not taking it off, turning just enough so that he can see her back.
she stays quiet, not offering an explanation for the first few moments, letting him just look and take it in. and then she turns again to be able to look at him, head slightly dipped )
[ Harry watches her, eyes warm and gentle, and nods, as she turns. His eyes go wide, and then he nods and rises, as she turns, to gently kiss her, once, before stepping back again. ]
Very bad memories, I take it? [ The way those scars were set, where they were positioned, those things added to everything else he knew about her, and the fact that Uriel had been sending him to find her the first few times... all of it slams together in his head, and he nods. What he surmised while drunk one night now becomes far more likely. She is... or was, an angel.
And she lost her wings. He winces at the idea even as a fierce desire to hurt the one who hurt her rises in him, as he struggles to keep it down and keep his face smooth. This is not about him, damn it.
Instead, he nods to her. ]
If you are not ready for me to touch them or see them more, we can move slower. I am not going anywhere.
( she stands from the bed, moving towards him, taking both hands in his, drawing him to her before sitting back on the bed, encouraging him to sit with her. she wants to be close to him even if (hopefully temporarily) that mood has gone.
but there's something else, something that she can read in his expression. as much as harry tries to bury how he feels some of it had slipped through. it's enough, that combined with what she knows about him that she knows he has some idea of what her scars mean )
But I've only let one person see them before.
( and he can guess who. she's told him enough to know that she'd been married in york, that he'd died and after a few years she'd opted to see the world, finding a place that needed her in chicago and then meeting him )
It just surprised me. But I did want what was going to happen.
( she'd been the one to drag him to her bedroom after all )
[ He sits next to her and cocks his head to the side, listening. He nods to her words. ]
I can imagine so. It's not... it is not an easy thing to do, I know. [ He has grown easy with his own scars, now, but then he thinks he is ugly and always has. He is consistently surprised that anyone likes to look at him. And so the scars have become less of a thing for him. ]
I am just saying, we can take it as slow as you need us to. YOur scars, try are just part of your story, and not the end of it.
[ And he leans in, slowly and gently kisses her, one hand rises to slowly stroke her face softly. ]
( god, he's so good and she feels so lucky to be blessed with not only having been able to love one kind and patient man in her life but to also get the chance to love another, to have a second chance in her life.
she squeezes his hand once they part, looking entirely fondly at him, a little curiosity in her expression and there are a few seconds of pause before she broaches it )
I suspect that you know more of that story than you let on.
( she doesn't know that uriel nudged him to help her, as grateful as she'd be to the angel considering harry had saved her life the first time that they'd met, but she can guess enough )
[ He's just a man in love, a man who has dealt with a lot of shit, and done his best to find a sense of peace with how things are, and how things might be. And he is not willing to let her go, unless he has to, unless she wants him to. He wants, needs, and loves, her. and wants to make this life with her, if they can. ]
Well, I guessed. You're not the first messenger I have met, but you are the first who I have met here on Earth who is not... turned or Fallen.
[ He says the word with an accentuation of dislike and pain, and he nods to her. ]
Thankfully the first one I met was while annoying, relatively allied with my interests, or me with his. And he led me, eventually, to meet this really beautiful woman who I have come to love.
( his words have her blushing, slight dip of her head for a few seconds before she looks back at him )
I'll have to thank him.
( if that angel ever popped up whilst she was around. it touched her though that one would have her interests at heart considering all else that was happening in the world.
as she speaks next her fingers rub little circles into his hand, a little nervous gesture for her story )
I didn't lose my wings but gave them up. After I met Billy I-- it was forbidden for an angel and a human to be together. I loved him enough to give everything up.
He was a lucky man to have you come into his life.
[ Just as Harry feels lucky now to have her in his. He gently bends his head to kiss hers where it holds his and he smiles softly, eyes stroking over her, almost a caress. ]
( it brought her to billy, as shortlived as it all was and then it brought her here. if she'd never given it all up she wouldn't have had either of these two chances, these two wonderful things )
And I feel the lucky one. You came into my life when I most needed it. I don't want to lose you.
[ He shudders, kissing her back, letting his passion and joy flood that kiss as his hands move to her waist, stroking there as they kiss. This amazing woman loves him, and he loves her, and he could care less if more happens. Which startles him, but is true.
( she loops an arm around his neck as they kiss, leaning back towards the bed, tugging him with her. she's glad for him, to have him and that none of this scared him off even with all he already knows. and it feels better now that he knows -- she feels better. and more than ready to take that next step with him )
[ He lets her pull him along and lean them back, shifting to go with her, and to gently caress her as they kiss. ]
You are so beautiful.
[ His words are soft, gentle, and murmured against her lips as he brushes her nose with his. She stirs his heart in so many ways, and he has never found himself so aroused in body, heart, and mind as he is with her. ]
( she's not sure she'll ever not blush at his compliments, perhaps one of the few things that makes her a little shy.
she catches his hands as she kisses him again, guiding them down her, letting them rest at her hips for a moment before guiding him to slide her underwear down, gaze on his )
[ He follows her lead and slides her underwear down, then shifts to guide her hands in turn to him, and his underwear, to help him get equally as ready. And as they do that, he lets his other hand wander down to stroke over the revealed skin, not teasing so much as exploring and touching and letting her get used to him. ]
I love and trust you, too, dear.
[ And he kisses her again, a series of gentle kisses across her lips as they disrobe and he strokes her. ]
( it's certainly been a while since she's been touched, a little reactive gasp as he strokes, slightly laughing at herself after. she leans up into him as she kisses him again, stroking lightly through his underwear )
Turn over.
( she breaks the kiss after a moment, her hand retreating, an idea in mind )
( she moves with him, sitting across his lap, very slowly kissing him, slight rock of her hips against him.
it's only as she moves away again does she raise slightly, working his underwear down. one hand comes to rest on his chest, the other slipping between them to stroke his cock, hair framing her as she looks down at him )
[ Her slipping across him makes his breath hiss out at the new pressure. Not in a bad way, but in sheer pleasure. He groans as he looks up at her.
When she rocks on him, he whimpers her name, a shuddering and a look crossing his face of more pleasure, still, and her hand stroking him makes him smirk up at her, not a bad smirk, but a warm one. His hands are busy stroking over her sides and then up her belly, slowly, easily, moving toward her breasts.
( she gives a little nod, confirmation after their discussion that it was okay to touch her and honestly she wanted nothing more than for him to touch her.
her strokes continue, a carefully placed rock teasing him, pressing him close to her but not rocking enough to take him in, quiet pleased sound falling from her at the touch )
[ His hands gently stroke up and over her breasts, exploring fingers tracing the curve of them, and teasing her nipples lightly as he rocks gently in her hand, and against her. She feels intense, and hot, and right, and this moment is perfect as he breathes, feeling like he is somehow exactly where he is supposed to be.
His eyes meet hers, warm and loving as he lets one hand fall and stroke over her lower belly, and then between her legs, matching her movements, teasing fingers along her entrance and stroking over those lower lips with intent, eyes on hers. ]
( she gasps again as fingers rub between her legs, shuddering slightly, firmer rock against his hand, needing him so much )
Harry--
( it's moaned slightly and whilst shes very much enjoying what he's doing she wants so much more, her other hand moving to take his away.
her expression is full of love as she looks at him, fingers intertwined, last rub at his cock before she shifts to line him up, rock of her hips sinking onto him.
she leans back down to kiss him, long and slow, letting him settle in her for a moment before she moves again, setting a slower pace to start to go with her kisses )
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I panicked.
( it's the best way that she has to describe it and with how quickly she'd put the brakes on it was similar to it. she holds a hand out to him, wanting a little contact back, frowning slightly )
I'm sorry.
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[ He gently takes her hand and gently presses a kiss to it, not coming closer yet or pulling yet, watching her, eyes concerned and caring. ]
Can you tell me why? Its okay, if not. [ He wants to aside her that he is not angry, that he does not judge. Even with all this time, he still feels like this is new and warm and sudden, and he is afraid, already, of losing it. ]
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her hand is brought back to reach behind her, unhooking her bra but not taking it off, turning just enough so that he can see her back.
she stays quiet, not offering an explanation for the first few moments, letting him just look and take it in. and then she turns again to be able to look at him, head slightly dipped )
When your hands touched them--
( well he knew what had happened )
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Very bad memories, I take it? [ The way those scars were set, where they were positioned, those things added to everything else he knew about her, and the fact that Uriel had been sending him to find her the first few times... all of it slams together in his head, and he nods. What he surmised while drunk one night now becomes far more likely. She is... or was, an angel.
And she lost her wings. He winces at the idea even as a fierce desire to hurt the one who hurt her rises in him, as he struggles to keep it down and keep his face smooth. This is not about him, damn it.
Instead, he nods to her. ]
If you are not ready for me to touch them or see them more, we can move slower. I am not going anywhere.
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( she stands from the bed, moving towards him, taking both hands in his, drawing him to her before sitting back on the bed, encouraging him to sit with her. she wants to be close to him even if (hopefully temporarily) that mood has gone.
but there's something else, something that she can read in his expression. as much as harry tries to bury how he feels some of it had slipped through. it's enough, that combined with what she knows about him that she knows he has some idea of what her scars mean )
But I've only let one person see them before.
( and he can guess who. she's told him enough to know that she'd been married in york, that he'd died and after a few years she'd opted to see the world, finding a place that needed her in chicago and then meeting him )
It just surprised me. But I did want what was going to happen.
( she'd been the one to drag him to her bedroom after all )
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I can imagine so. It's not... it is not an easy thing to do, I know. [ He has grown easy with his own scars, now, but then he thinks he is ugly and always has. He is consistently surprised that anyone likes to look at him. And so the scars have become less of a thing for him. ]
I am just saying, we can take it as slow as you need us to. YOur scars, try are just part of your story, and not the end of it.
[ And he leans in, slowly and gently kisses her, one hand rises to slowly stroke her face softly. ]
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she squeezes his hand once they part, looking entirely fondly at him, a little curiosity in her expression and there are a few seconds of pause before she broaches it )
I suspect that you know more of that story than you let on.
( she doesn't know that uriel nudged him to help her, as grateful as she'd be to the angel considering harry had saved her life the first time that they'd met, but she can guess enough )
You recognised them.
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Well, I guessed. You're not the first messenger I have met, but you are the first who I have met here on Earth who is not... turned or Fallen.
[ He says the word with an accentuation of dislike and pain, and he nods to her. ]
Thankfully the first one I met was while annoying, relatively allied with my interests, or me with his. And he led me, eventually, to meet this really beautiful woman who I have come to love.
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I'll have to thank him.
( if that angel ever popped up whilst she was around. it touched her though that one would have her interests at heart considering all else that was happening in the world.
as she speaks next her fingers rub little circles into his hand, a little nervous gesture for her story )
I didn't lose my wings but gave them up. After I met Billy I-- it was forbidden for an angel and a human to be together. I loved him enough to give everything up.
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[ Just as Harry feels lucky now to have her in his. He gently bends his head to kiss hers where it holds his and he smiles softly, eyes stroking over her, almost a caress. ]
You are a strong woman to do such, for love.
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( it brought her to billy, as shortlived as it all was and then it brought her here. if she'd never given it all up she wouldn't have had either of these two chances, these two wonderful things )
And I feel the lucky one. You came into my life when I most needed it. I don't want to lose you.
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[ He leans in to press a single kiss on her lips, gentle but sure. ]
There's nowhere I want to be other than here.
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That's all I want.
( she leans in, lightly kissing him before kissing him again deeper )
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He groans into the kiss, loving it. ]
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You are so beautiful.
[ His words are soft, gentle, and murmured against her lips as he brushes her nose with his. She stirs his heart in so many ways, and he has never found himself so aroused in body, heart, and mind as he is with her. ]
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she catches his hands as she kisses him again, guiding them down her, letting them rest at her hips for a moment before guiding him to slide her underwear down, gaze on his )
I love you. And I trust you.
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I love and trust you, too, dear.
[ And he kisses her again, a series of gentle kisses across her lips as they disrobe and he strokes her. ]
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Turn over.
( she breaks the kiss after a moment, her hand retreating, an idea in mind )
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[ He grins, kissing her, then nods, and rolls to his back, eying hee curiously.
He is more than willing to wait on what she has in mind. ]
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it's only as she moves away again does she raise slightly, working his underwear down. one hand comes to rest on his chest, the other slipping between them to stroke his cock, hair framing her as she looks down at him )
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When she rocks on him, he whimpers her name, a shuddering and a look crossing his face of more pleasure, still, and her hand stroking him makes him smirk up at her, not a bad smirk, but a warm one. His hands are busy stroking over her sides and then up her belly, slowly, easily, moving toward her breasts.
This is good. ]
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her strokes continue, a carefully placed rock teasing him, pressing him close to her but not rocking enough to take him in, quiet pleased sound falling from her at the touch )
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His eyes meet hers, warm and loving as he lets one hand fall and stroke over her lower belly, and then between her legs, matching her movements, teasing fingers along her entrance and stroking over those lower lips with intent, eyes on hers. ]
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Harry--
( it's moaned slightly and whilst shes very much enjoying what he's doing she wants so much more, her other hand moving to take his away.
her expression is full of love as she looks at him, fingers intertwined, last rub at his cock before she shifts to line him up, rock of her hips sinking onto him.
she leans back down to kiss him, long and slow, letting him settle in her for a moment before she moves again, setting a slower pace to start to go with her kisses )
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