Ashlandil

Kenali slept peacefully, probably the most deeply I had ever seen her. My stage makeup streaked her body, as well as bruises from where I'd held her so tightly.
I brushed her hair out of her face, noticing the color had returned to its natural vibrance. Her color was remarkably better, and she wouldn't feel so sick anymore either.
And damn had that sex been good.
I couldn't remember a time when I had cum so hard, at least not in centuries; after a while, sex with humans became stale, even with it being your sin.
I had been restless for decades, but now... I'd needed her as much as she had me.
I sighed contentedly.
I'd been awake for a little while, but I hadn't wanted to wake her, so I hadn't moved much. I pressed my lips against the smooth, pale skin of her shoulder thoughtfully.
Honestly, I'd slept with other angels before, but their sins had always been different. And though it had been good, it was nothing like last night.
Matching sins made sex ten times better.
I could still remember the first time I'd had sex, how amazing it had felt, how blisteringly pleasurable it had been with her.
I sighed, not wanting to think about the mortal woman from a millenia ago. I had been meant to be a guiding angel to her, leading her in the right directions.
Instead, she'd been the one to lead me, right down into Hell.
I'd Fell so I could be with her, my Geneva, but mortals were fickle, and I could have loved her ten times more and she still wouldn't have felt anything for me.
I had swore I'd never care for another one of them, and that hadn't changed.
I'd used and abused them for centuries, much like Seraphine and Raza and all the others had.
After a while, you grew numb to their cries and woes.
They would always have more lives, more chances, but we didn't have that option. When it was the End Days, all our fun would end, so why not enjoy the earth while it was still ripe?
I would have to teach Kenali that
. I glanced over at her as she shifted, sighing blissfully in her sleep. She would never have a harsh heart, though, and it would sadden me if she became as bitter as I was.
I would protect her from it the best I could; and when Andiel was back where he belonged, we could really have some fun.
He'd become a good friend, at least as an easily manipulated human. And Kenali would have a heart attack if I killed him now just to get him out of the way, despite that had been her initial plan.
I heard the buzzing start up again from my jeans pocket, and blew my breath out in aggravation. It had been what woke me initially, and I'd just ignored it the last seven times.
I glanced at Kenali again, and then rose. I leaned off the edge of the bed and pulled my jeans to me, fishing my phone from the pocket.
I had ten missed calls, from all my bandmates, and several from CC and Jinxx.
I looked down thoughtfully.
I always could just disappear, I contemplated.
I could take Kenali and just go to Europe, leave Andiel to his human life without our interaction and see how he did.
But she would never do that either.
She loved him too much.
She wanted to protect the lucky bastard.
So we were stuck here until he died of old age.
Annoyed, I answered the next call.
"What?" I snapped.
"Where the fuck are you, dude?" CC demanded. "We have a show in two hours!"
Had we been here that long? I glanced at the alarm clock on the fake wooden night stand.
Shit, we had.
"Fuck," I said in surprise. We must've been in hibernation mode.
"Where the hell are you, man? We'll pick you up!" CCs voice was aggravated. I glanced at Kenali, seeing her eyes open blearily.
"Uh, I'll meet you guys at the venue," I said, watching as she got her bearings, remembering everything.
Now would determine if I lived long enough to make it to the venue.
I pursed my lips, turning my back to her.
"Ashley!" CC squawked. "We don't have time for this!"
"Man, I'm busy, I'll fucking meet you," I told him.
"Who are you talking to?" Kenali muttered behind me, sounding annoyed. "They're so loud!"
There was a silence from the phone.
"Was that Kenna?" CCs voice was suddenly stunned. "Did you finally sleep with her?"
"Uh," I felt her arms slip around my chest, her lips against my Shoulder blades, tracing the scars where my wings had once been.
"Ash!"
"I gotta go," I ended the call and tossed my phone away.
"How do you feel?" I asked, twisting to look at me.
She was positively glowing.
She smiled at me, which meant something had to be different. She never smiled at me, she reserved those for everyone else.
"I feel amazing," she looked down at her hands. "I don't hurt, anymore, or feel sick. I feel like I never Fell."
I grinned, pleased.
Score for Ashlandil.
"Hey, I gotta run to another venue," I said, getting to my feet. "You'll meet us at the show, right?"
"Yes," she watched me as I dug through my bag for some clothes, and I straightened, glancing back at her.
The sunlight was streaming through the windows behind her, and her red hair was messed and everywhere around her shoulders. She had the sheet over her chest and tangled in her legs.
I gazed at her, seeing her for the pure angel she was.
Or had been.
"What is it?" she asked, her eyes looking at me curiously, sparkling with life again.
"You're the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," I said after a moment, and a blush bloomed on her cheeks.
I stepped back to bed, and cupped her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning into my touch, and I brought my lips to hers in a tender kiss.
There was so much I wanted to tell her, teach her.
And we had all the time in the world.

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