The Storm Within
Summary: How can you hope to move forward when the past won’t leave you alone?
Tags: smut, angst, fingering, unprotected sex, possessive!Gabriel (NSFW below the cut)
Word Count: 8447
Author’s Note: This was written for @girl-next-door-writes Celebration Challenge
My song was Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows with the gif below.
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Special thanks to the wonderful @sumara62 for the beta and coming up with the title. Your feedback has made this fic that much better! I’m so excited and grateful for your help :)
Gabe squad: @theblackenedsky
You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up playing hide and seek in the bunker on a Friday night with Gabriel. Then again, you were pretty tipsy and the archangel had said he was rather fond of games.
“How old are you again?” Came a peevish voice from out in the hallway.
So maybe this wasn’t what he had in mind, but driving him mad for once had certainly been fun for you.
Even in your inebriated state you recognized it was probably not wise to mess with him. He was an infinite being, after all. Then again, if he didn’t want to play along, he didn’t have to. He probably could have heard you breathing from clear across the bunker, let alone picked up the giggles that slipped out despite your best efforts. Yet, he continued to do a slow walk around the perimeter of the room, as if none the wiser to your whereabouts.
He finally made it to the bookshelf on which you were hiding. It was a miracle you had even made it up that high without breaking anything, structurally or physically. He paused, coming to a stop directly beneath you, and your breath stilled. You tried to slide out of view as he turned in your direction, only to go toppling over the side as your hand missed the edge. Instead of connecting with the floor, a pair of sturdy arms broke your fall and you found yourself staring up into warm hazel depths.
“My hero,” you sighed, throwing an arm across your forehead, your head dropping back in a theatrical swoon. You could practically hear his eyes rolling as he carried you across the room. While you expected him to find a spot to put you down, you were not anticipating the unceremonious way he dumped you on top of the nearest table.