Michael left Lucifer's realm, the new power still surging through him in waves. Lucifer's voice still echoed in his mind, but he tried to shove it aside. The Fallen man was the last thing he wanted to think about right now.
–You should stay here, you will be less able to resist the Sins until you become accustomed to your new powers.– Michael approached the small cottage he called home, pleased to see that there was a lantern still lit in the room he shared with Ravenna. –I don't want to resist anymore.–
The night was warm, and he breathed in the sweet scent of the gardens that surrounded the home. He grasped a rose from one of the bushes, feeling the thorns prick his fingers, and he licked the blood from his hand.
–Less able to resist the Sins…–
He hesitated, the flower still in his grasp. He shook his head, pushing Lucifer completely from his mind. The new powers surged through him again in another rush, and he couldn't wait to see Ravenna any longer.
–He thought he could imprison me in his realm, the way the Ruler thought He could keep me in the Kingdom? I am nobody's prisoner. I am my own man. I am Ravenna's. I. Am. Infinite.–
The door to the home was a bother. The walls were simply in his way. He stepped between the realms, appearing in the bedroom where Ravenna laid on the bed, quietly reading a book. She sat up as she noticed the angel in her room, a smile spreading across her face.
"Oh! Hello, Michael! I'm happy to see y-" Her words were cut off by Michael's kiss. He sat next to her on the bed, not breaking the kiss as he moved. His hand moved to her hair, and he moved from her lips to her neck, gently sucking and nibbling at the soft skin. "...oh, Michael…"
The flower he had brought in for her lay forgotten on the bedside table. Ravenna turned her head as Michael continued to caress her neck with his lips, seeing the rose he had tossed aside. "Was this for me?"
"It still is." His hand squeezed her waist, and he suppressed a groan as he heard her breath hitch.
"I didn't know you were going to be home tonight. I thought Lucifer was going to be having you stay in his realm overnight?"
"He tried to keep me there. He brought out the powers in me that he himself has. He made me feel so…," he took a deep breath. "Infinite." The word shuddered out as another surge of power ripped through his veins. "I'm so infinite, Ravenna. I want to make you feel infinite, too."
Ravenna wound her hands around his neck, pulling him back down toward the bed with her. "I don't want to be scared tonight."
He nipped at her collarbone, and caught the strap of her nightdress with his teeth. "I don't want you to be afraid of me tonight, either." The words he spoke were low and husky, and sent ripples down her spine.
Michael brought his lips back to hers, parting them with his own. He teased her tongue with his own, revelling in her taste. As he deepened the kiss, he propped himself up on his elbows, pressing himself against her body. A small moan escaped his throat as he felt her firm breasts press against his chest, and he felt the new powers surge through him in another wave.
–Less able to resist the Sins…– He felt pure rage toward his clothes, and the fact that they kept him from her. He wanted to tear all the clothes from their bodies; he was irate that something as simple as fabric was preventing him from what he had sacrificed so much for: her.
A small hand trailed across the small of his back, and his rage dissipated as quickly as it had risen. There was only her, only Ravenna. Nothing else mattered. Her tongue continued to flirt with his, and he felt her shift underneath of him, felt her move to allow him closer to her. She pushed back against his chest, and he sat back on his heels, waiting to see why she had wanted him away from her.
Her cheeks were flush, and it only increased his want for her. He grasped her shoulders, sitting her up with him. His voice broke the silence again, husky and filled with his desire. "You're beautiful, Ravenna. So perfect."
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Ravenna bit her lip, and her courage bested her. She leaned in to kiss him again, freeing the buttons of his shirt. His muscled chest became bared to her, and he shrugged out of the garment. His shirt out of her way, she pulled him back on the bed, feeling his body press against her own.
His kiss was intoxicating. Her mind swam, and Ravenna wanted more of him. Michael's words had confused her; she wasn't quite sure what he had meant by Lucifer bringing out his powers, or that he had felt "infinite". She could have sworn his ice-blue eyes had a silver halo around them, but perhaps it was a trick of the light.
His hand caressed her waist again as his lips pried hers apart, and his tongue began to explore her mouth. Michael's hand slid lower, coming to her hips, her thigh. Her breathing sped up in anticipation, and she felt a strange warmth spread throughout her core when his hand moved to her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart. He settled between her legs, his hips against her own. Ravenna felt a passing embarrassment as her nightdress was hitched higher up her hips, but he wasn't looking at her; he just seemed to want to make room for himself, to be closer to her.
Her anxieties tried to grow, but Ravenna attempted to shove them out of her mind. Michael was someone she loved, and Michael would never force himself on her or hurt her. She wound one hand through his hair, and placed her other hand lower on his waist, right where his back met his trousers. Feeling brave again, she hooked her thumb into his waistband, and placed her fingers along his hip. She could feel his manhood stiffen against her, and he broke away from the kiss to bury himself in her neck as he tried to maneuver his stiffness so it was not so obvious against her hip bone.
Michael brought his lips back to hers, before pulling back for a moment, looking into her golden eyes. "Are you still okay? You would tell me if you weren't, right?" Her small nod only encouraged him, and he kissed the freckles on her cheeks, preparing himself for more.
Ravenna ran her hand across Michael's strong biceps, feeling safe in his hold. She began their kiss first, which seemed to catch the Seraphim off-guard. He ran his fingers through her hair, trailing downward, stopping at her shoulder. Michael hesitated for a moment before rolling to his side, leaving Ravenna lying on her back, one of his long legs still tangled between hers.
"Promise me you will tell me if you want me to stop. I want to hear it." His voice was still clouded with desire, but Ravenna could still hear his intent behind his words.
"I promise."