Author's Note: This chapter contains R18 material.
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Michael squeezed his eyes shut, focusing intently as Lucifer had taught him. Pushing back against the powers that threatened to take over his mind, he shoved Lust back, refusing the Sin to ruin the trust he had rebuilt with Ravenna. Greed lingered in the depths of his psyche, demanding he claim what was his, but with more control, he regained his sense of self.
A playful splash of water and a giggle brought Michael back to his present, and he opened his eyes to see Ravenna sinking lower into the water. He could have sworn she had glanced downward at him before she turned her back to him, settling between his legs.
Michael became more aware of his own arousal as it pressed against Ravenna's back, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, and burying his face in her neck. His Brothers had told him the things he needed to know, but it had been such an uncomfortable conversation all those years ago. –I was never interested in any of the angels back home, and it was so awkward to hear from Gabriel with his wife in the next room…–
Unwilling to think about his Brothers any longer, he shook his head, as if to physically shake them from his thoughts.
"Are you alright?" Ravenna warily asked, as if she was afraid of the answer.
"Oh! Yes, just a shiver. Perhaps you should come closer?" He slid forward in the bath, and Ravenna turned, facing him. She hesitated for a moment, before putting a leg on either side of his waist, settling down to sit on his lower abdomen. Michael bent his legs, allowing her to rest her back against them. He adjusted himself, making sure his stiffness was not going to make Ravenna uncomfortable.
"This... this is nice...," Ravenna whispered, bringing her hand up to Michael's collarbone, trailing her hand across his chest.
As her fingers bravely explored his abdomen, Michael's voice grew hushed. "I'm yours, Ravenna. As much or as little as you want of me. I've been yours longer than you've known I exist."
"Will you show me your love?"
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Sitting facing Michael, having him so close; something about him made Ravenna want him. She could see and feel how much he desired her, and it stirred her own longing.
–And then I embarrass myself by just asking for him? Just blurting it out? Is this how I'm going to remember it forever?–
Ravenna looked down, humiliated by her sudden boldness. She worried that Michael would reject her request, especially after she had made him leave their home last time he had tried to be intimate.
–But it's not the same! He's got control of the powers! And he wouldn't reject me, he just said he's mine, I'm being stu- –
Her thoughts were cut off by long fingers curling around the back of her neck, drawing her closer. She gasped just as Michael's lips collided with hers, melting her anxieties away. His arm wrapped around her waist, and she felt her small frame lifted from the water as he stood, supporting her with his strength. He stepped over the edge of the tub, nearly falling as his excitement, shock, and nervousness made him clumsy. The sudden jolt made her wrap her legs around his waist tighter, and she felt his arms flex in response.
A short, bashful laugh escaped him as he bumped into the doorframe of the bedchamber, his cheek drawing up slightly in pain from the collision of his elbow with the wood.
"I'm sorry, I'm just…nervous."
Ravenna reached up and touched his cheek. "We're nervous together."
He sat at the edge of their bed, ignoring the fact that they were both still drenched from the bathwater. He laid her across the sheets, before lying on his side next to her.
"Can I try again?" Michael asked, hope in his tones.
Desire and curiosity overtaking her nervousness, Ravenna nodded.
Michael kissed her forehead, trailing kisses down her slightly upturned nose before his lips found hers again. He pulled away, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.
"I love you, Ravenna. With everything I am."
Tears pricked at her eyes before she blinked them away. The sincerity of his words made her truly believe him.
"I love you too, Michael." She sealed her words with another kiss, and could feel his smile against her lips.
–The other women said their first time was painful, but I don't believe Michael will hurt me.–
Michael's kisses became more intense, and his lips encouraged hers to part. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his left hand found her breast, and his thumb rolled over the bud at the same rhythm that his tongue moved against hers. But instead of the awkward and uncomfortable feeling she had the first time he had touched her in such a way, she allowed herself to feel the love behind his actions.
Ravenna's hands found their way into Michael's golden hair, and she wound her fingers through the curls. Michael switched his attention to her other breast, and a small moan escaped her lips, bringing a flush to her cheeks.
–Oh no, he's going to think I'm desperate for his attention!–
"Did you like it?" His voice was low and husky in her ear as he broke their kisses, but continued to trace little patterns across the sensitive buds.
"...yes..."
"Do you want more?"
"... yes."
"If you change your mind, tell me. Please. The powers are held back. You're safe."
"I trust you, Michael."
–I trust him, I do, but what does "more" mean? I know what comes next, but OH!–
Michael's fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her warmth. She recoiled back for a moment, and she saw concern in his eyes. He pulled his hand back, and she closed her eyes before slowing her breaths. "I'm ready, I know I'm safe."
"Come here, my sweet."
Michael sat up, pulling Ravenna onto his lap. He kissed her deeply before his hand found her core once more and the sensitive flesh within. She pulled back from their kiss, hiding her face in his chest.
"Do you want me to stop?" His fingers continued their ministrations, and she squirmed against his touch.
"No... please..."
His touch was searching, and he soon found her most delicate flesh. Her back arched against his caresses, and he began to center his attention at the places that she reacted most to, learning together. She felt the desire build within her as he continued, almost to an unbearable ache. Her body quivered, and she felt Michael chuckle, the sound reverberating through her as she held onto him more desperately. "Michael...?"
"You're doing so good; let it feel good, Ravenna."
At his encouragement, the desire that had built finally gave way, crashing over her as she cried out for the angel that held her.