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[what_he_needs]

WHO: Michael what_he_needs and Gabriel low_key_angel;
WHERE: Rm. 529, maybe elsewhere;
WHEN: After the last event, before this one;
RATING: Pg, will update as needed;
SUMMARY: Michael and Gabriel meet up;


It wouldn't take him long to get to the other angel's room, just a few steps down the hall from his own and he was there. They were conveniently located near each other, and Wonderland was seemingly quite confined, yet, he didn't run into the angel very often. A problem Michael was going to remedy. Which he would have made the effort sooner, but the last event had left him two foot tall and blue. It was strange, having been a puppet, but the archangel put it behind him and went in search of better things than moping or hiding away to occupy his time.

That would be Gabriel.

He was easy to get along with, in Michael's opinion, and he knew anything involving the other angel would be nowhere near boring. Toeing Cat back into his room, he shuts the door, walks a few feet, and knocks. Michael didn't know if Gabriel was in there, but it was a good first place to try, and Wonderland wasn't so large that he'd never find him. Stepping back from the door, arms at his side, he waits for the other to answer.

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[low_key_angel]

Part of being a shamless hedonist most of the time was exploring everything and Gabriel had learned a long time ago that his wings were sensitive to touch. Bringing them out during intimate moments? That just made it better.

He grins wickedly into the kiss, dragging him closer and letting his hands drag down the long muscles of his back.

[what_he_needs]

Sliding his hand down, he pushes Gabriel's shirt up, and brushes his fingers along the other angel's side.

"Gabriel," he mutters out in between kisses.

He shifts his hips, giving him more room to push Gabriel's shirt up further. Michael tips his head slightly to the right, and tugs at the angel's lower lip when his, sucking gently for a moment before dragging the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip.

[low_key_angel]

Don't ask how his shirt comes off with his wings still visible. There's simply a brief moment where they pass through the fabric before he tosses it aside and starts to work on Michael's, quick and nimble fingers seeking out warm skin.

"Entirely too many clothes on, you know?"

[what_he_needs]

Oh.

He knew the other angels had abilities, all kinds of them, but he hadn't considered that Gabriel could do that with his.

"Yes, entirely too many." A pause. "Take more of them off."

Michael leans up on his elbow, eyes narrowed. He wondered what it would feel like, having his clothes removed that way.

[low_key_angel]

With a low chuckle, Gabriel nips at his lip. There were advantages to completely and utterly shameless uses of his power. He snaps his fingers, getting rid of his clothes in an instant before turning his attention to Michael. Resting a hand on his chest, he sends a flux of grace along his skin, just enough to coax his clothes into being elsewhere.

Michael might not approve of his clothes simply being phased away for good.

Or maybe not.

In either case, Gabriel had far more important things to look at, and pay attention to. Like all of that exposed, glorious skin.