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[The truth is Gabriel has been around so long and done so much and been to so many different places that it is very hard not to have some sort of shared expereince with almost every one. That is some of his charm. But things with Greg are different. They are different people with different ideas but somehow they click. MAYBE it's because Greg is always will if to think the best of people and Gabriel is always willing g to have the best thought of him but it's more than that too.
Gabriel doesn't often think about why people click. It's normally obvious to some degree. In this case though he isn't concerned with the why's and how's. He just cares that this feels right and good and they continue feeling that way.]
Am I? Is it a problem?
[Sorry Greg someone has to be biased in your favour. You certainly aren't and that's just not right. You're deserving of much more credit than you give yourself even if you aren't perfect. Who is? Apart from Gabriel obviously.
You aren't ever going to convince Gabriel otherwise on his point so you might as well relax into the lazy warm kisses you're going to get. They're slow and easily passionate, they couldn't be anything but with Gabriel pressed so tightly to Greg and in his lap. His fingers trace down Greg's back over his muscles, dancing over then rather than kneading or rubbing. He just likes to touch have sometimes, to map everything out beneath his hands.]
[ Greg doesn't consider himself worthless, or useless, not by a long shot. He just doesn't see himself the way they do up in Heaven. The way Gabriel does down here. ]
I suppose it's not.
[ Things are much different down here. He's used to being disliked, hated, and generally unwelcome - this was the kind of day where that was made abundantly clear - and in that sea of unpleasant reactions and, at best, grudging acceptance, Gabriel is a breath of fresh air. He might not be able to see himself like that, but that sort of faith means a lot to him.
He is, actually, going to relax into those slow, sensual kisses that he just can't seem to get enough of lately, his own fingers trailing down Gabriel's back until settling lightly on his hips, not quite gripping yet. The light touches along his own back are nice, despite the lingering soreness in some spots. There's a long trail of skin that's still a bit pink along his left side, where he first hit the ground after his tumble out of the window.
He'd much rather take bruises on his back as opposed to his wings, though. Gabriel's taken care of the damage done to those, so now there's really only a couple of missing, broken feathers there. ]
[Gabriel supposes that really, no one thinks of themselves in the same way that other people do. It's a normal thing, but it's still hard. Gabriel knows Greg might not ever see himself the way Gabriel does, but Greg sees something in Gabriel that Gabriel just can't. They're both as bad as each other. And really? When all is said and done, Gabriel appreciates Greg even if Greg can't completely understand why.]
Good. I like being biased when it comes to you.
[When Greg relaxes, Gabriel can feel it. After all, pressed this close and with arms wrapped around him, it's impossible not to know that some of that tension is ebbing away. He likes these kisses, the soft pleased noises he makes should make that clear, and maybe distract Greg a little more from those tender areas. Gabriel is trying not to let his hands stray down to where Greg still hurts, but focusing on his shoulders.
He could put his fingers back through Greg's wings of course, but he knows his own are still very sensitive, and while he knows where this is going to end up, he's not going to rush these kisses. Now when he's actually got to tip his head down to kiss Greg, which always gives him a strange sort of thrill.
Which is one reason he can't help but squirm a little bit in Greg's lap.]
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Gabriel doesn't often think about why people click. It's normally obvious to some degree. In this case though he isn't concerned with the why's and how's. He just cares that this feels right and good and they continue feeling that way.]
Am I? Is it a problem?
[Sorry Greg someone has to be biased in your favour. You certainly aren't and that's just not right. You're deserving of much more credit than you give yourself even if you aren't perfect. Who is? Apart from Gabriel obviously.
You aren't ever going to convince Gabriel otherwise on his point so you might as well relax into the lazy warm kisses you're going to get. They're slow and easily passionate, they couldn't be anything but with Gabriel pressed so tightly to Greg and in his lap. His fingers trace down Greg's back over his muscles, dancing over then rather than kneading or rubbing. He just likes to touch have sometimes, to map everything out beneath his hands.]
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I suppose it's not.
[ Things are much different down here. He's used to being disliked, hated, and generally unwelcome - this was the kind of day where that was made abundantly clear - and in that sea of unpleasant reactions and, at best, grudging acceptance, Gabriel is a breath of fresh air. He might not be able to see himself like that, but that sort of faith means a lot to him.
He is, actually, going to relax into those slow, sensual kisses that he just can't seem to get enough of lately, his own fingers trailing down Gabriel's back until settling lightly on his hips, not quite gripping yet. The light touches along his own back are nice, despite the lingering soreness in some spots. There's a long trail of skin that's still a bit pink along his left side, where he first hit the ground after his tumble out of the window.
He'd much rather take bruises on his back as opposed to his wings, though. Gabriel's taken care of the damage done to those, so now there's really only a couple of missing, broken feathers there. ]
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Good. I like being biased when it comes to you.
[When Greg relaxes, Gabriel can feel it. After all, pressed this close and with arms wrapped around him, it's impossible not to know that some of that tension is ebbing away. He likes these kisses, the soft pleased noises he makes should make that clear, and maybe distract Greg a little more from those tender areas. Gabriel is trying not to let his hands stray down to where Greg still hurts, but focusing on his shoulders.
He could put his fingers back through Greg's wings of course, but he knows his own are still very sensitive, and while he knows where this is going to end up, he's not going to rush these kisses. Now when he's actually got to tip his head down to kiss Greg, which always gives him a strange sort of thrill.
Which is one reason he can't help but squirm a little bit in Greg's lap.]