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[The feed is a little shaky as Gabriel walks.]

Well, well, look what I finally found.

[He pauses to pan the camera around the Music Room. But he's not giving away any clue as to where it ended up this time. He'll turn the camera on himself, flashing pearly whites in an almost overly friendly grin.]

And aren't you in for a treat. [His other hand brings up a Trumpet, fingers pressing on the valve buttons as they make little clicks.]

See you in a bit Wonderland.

[The feed goes off and when it turns on again he'll be setting the device on a surface before backing off. He sits in a large, comfy armchair in his room. The lighting is low, casting shadows by candle-light, but that's how he likes it, that's how it was back home.]

I'm sure those of you unfamiliar with the various stories of me aren't aware I even know how to play. And I thought in light of recent events I could ... share my talent. Since I don't really sing, I thought I could play for you instead.

[He settles into a comfortable position with a brisk clearing of his throat. He licks his lips, flashing a quick glance to the camera before lifting the instrument to his mouth. With a deep breath he closes his eyes and breathes into it to start playing a swinging blues tune. It's not every day you get to hear the Archangel Gabriel blowing his horn without it signalling something huge, so enjoy it.]

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[She approaches him slowly, holding his gaze as her fingers sweep over the feathers. She lightly strokes them, taking in their soft down and ethereal beauty. She had never touched angel wings before, this in itself was an exciting moment.]

I love them.

[It's not easy to hold back the reaction as her fingers sweep over his feathers, slow and sensual. He closes his eyes, breathing a little deeper as the touch causes a small shudder of pleasure through him. They were more sensitive towards the back. The skin at the base where the wings extend was one of his most erogenous zones. Not that he'd tell her that, she'd have to discover it on her own.]

Thank you.

[He opens his eyes once more to gaze at her.]

You have a very gentle touch for a demon.

[He'll pull his wing back in favor of looping an arm around her waist and pulling her in against him.]

You can be a bit more rough. Not that I'm complaining of course.

[She lightly strokes beneath his wings, managing to touch the spot at the base. But before she can learn more about that sensitivity and his enjoyment of it, he's pulling her against him, his arm about her waist.]

Gentle is how I prefer to begin. After that, I allow passion to dictate to me and drive me forward.

[She grinned, taking the opportunity to place a kiss on his neck.]

Give me time and you will see the full scope of my abilities.

[Another shudder courses through him as her fingers brush near the base, a subtle heat churning around in his stomach. He smiles down at her, tilting his chin ever-so-slightly to stretch out his throat and give her more room to kiss if she wishes.]

I look forward to it.

[His hands become bold, both spread out around her slender hips and slip down to gently grip her backside, pulling her hips flush against his own. He brushes his nose against her cheek, stubble grazing her chin before he kisses near her ear and slowly down her pulse.]

[She is rather amazed that he is as skilled as he is. The angels she had known in her world were generally cold fish. Human emotions and human sensuality baffled them. It's almost a relief to see an angel aware of what he wants and going forward to take it.

And she has never objected to someone attempting to dominate her. It happens so rarely, given her status and power. A lover taking control never fails to please her.

Hands roam over the rest of his body, caressing and feeling every inch of him. She is curious of him, of this form that he possesses. That seems to be his alone. With her hips completely against own, she presses more into him, adding more pressure.

Lips trail over his neck, teeth scraping gently against his skin. It is testing the waters, seeing what he enjoys and doesn't.]

[One thing he would always proudly flaunt would be his prowess in bed. He's still unsure as to how he measures up to the other angels in power or ability, but at least he wasn't stone cold and boring in the sack. He'd had eons of experience and a countless number of lovers to learn every trick in the book and invent his own. They weren't meant to sleep with humans, or demons for that matter, but that never stopped he or any of his siblings in his world. Especially not after his father left them.

There's a hungry hum as lips lavish her throat, teeth gently grazing across the skin in kind. His one hand drifts up from her backside to slip under her clothes to get to warm skin, spreading out at her lower back. He kisses back up under her chin till finally capturing her lips with fire, damn near devouring her.]

[She is surprised by his ferocity and power, her lips trying to keep up with his pace and intensity. She tightened her grip on his shoulder, nails digging into his skin as she pushes into him. Her body arching and opening for him.

Hands pull at his clothes, tearing at it to feel him more freely. The hum returned as a song shared between them, a need reciprocated as fiercely as his own.]

[As her fingers grip and pull at him his hips begin to rock against her, his utter need hard to ignore as it presses against his leather pants. He moans softly into their kiss, tongues entwining and he slips his hand up her ribs to cup a breast firmly in his grip. He massages her, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger to make her hard enough to cut diamond.

He'll break the kiss to find her throat again, humming lowly once more with his hunger, voice vibrating against her skin and fingers kneading into her flesh with his want. He lets her tear his clothing open to get to heated skin before finally just tipping them over and into the grass. He'll then rip at her as well, getting her blouse open or shirt off, quickly pushing her bra aside and burrowing his face into her breasts, tongue and lips abusing the opposite nipple.]

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[He's aggressive in his demands, something she didn't expect from an angel, but widely appreciative of. She moans loudly as he teases her breasts, sinking down to the ground with him. Legs wrap about his waist and teeth descend, tugging at his lower lip. But when his mouth moves away, her hands roam over his back, sscratchiking lightly at where the base of his wings is.

Her hips rock up to meet his, a free hand slipping between them grasping at his straining member. She tugs at him, setting a rhythym between her scratches and the strokes for his excitement. Eyes turn white as she looks down at him, pleased with his style and want.]

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