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I don't want to fight either. I just... well, I think maybe I'm just not seeing it from your perspective. For me, there's never been anything that can make you do something you truly don't want. Dad's a prick, but even He usually only moves the pieces where He wants them. Any time I've heard anyone say they had no control over their own actions, it's always been a lie. 'The Devil made me do it'. Do you know how many monstrous humans have used that as an excuse? As if I stood behind them, making them do anything? Even Malcolm's actions were his own, albeit a little twisted from his little visit downstairs. He chose to try to... woo me, as it were. The notion that anyone with free will, something Dad gave to all of you, could truly be made to do something against your own better judgement, against that will...

[He lifted a hand, gesture trailing off.]

I haven't seen that before. I'm not entirely sure I believe it possible.

You were worried about me not having free will for awhile there.

[It's stated softly, without any judgment or barb. His explanation has a more thoughtful look crossing her features, understanding slowly taking the place of irritation.]

Look, I don't know what's going on for sure. Maybe you're right. But I also know that a month ago, I never thought any of this could be possible. Alternate worlds and whatnot. So I wouldn't put it past the universe to throw out something that neither of us have ever seen before.

Well, yes. I mean, it's not every day Dad decides to get so... hands on with His favorite toys.

[That was different, Chloe. Huff huff. That was God, capital G. Not these little 'gods' running around playing at being the creators of their own realities. If there was anyone who could strip someone's free will away, it was the being that gave it to them in the first place. As someone who'd suffered under that for billions of years, he felt he had a front row seat to just what his Father was capable of. Making one tiny little miracle human have feelings she couldn't control around the First of the Fallen.... well. Well.]

You may be right. You may not be. If you're managing to refrain from being drawn out, I can't say I have much faith that it doesn't just take more than the sort of iron constitution that could resist my charms.

[That last bit said with a little tongue in cheek, even if he still thought it was true.]

Charm's one way to put it, I guess.

[A soft snort, followed by her curling closer against him, cuddling under the sanctuary of his wing. She's still not sure she holds the same perspective as him, but she feels she at least understands it more now. Where he's coming from. Less him being uncaring and more just being tired of eons of others blaming him for their own screwups. She can understand that, in a small way.]

If there is something out there...

[She trails off, something like a question there that she lets hang.]

[He looks down at her, lifting a hand to smooth over dark blonde hair, curling the ends around his fingers.]

Then if you wind up being an ass enough to go out to look for it, you'll have me to come along and keep you from making too many rash decisions.

You're telling me not to make rash decisions? Now I've heard everything.

[She rests in the space of his arms and wing, though, appearing more content than before.]

I wouldn't want to go out there without you, anyhow.

When it concerns you and your safety, I find myself feeling more... prudent.

But thank you. And if... if something does wind up drawing you out against your will, try to let me know. Somehow. I'll come find you.

You mean pray to the Devil instead of whatever other deity is out there?

I'm still an angel, love. Before I had Maze take care of my wings, I could hear quiet prayers murmured to me from human lips -- or angelic ones. I've got them back now, and while I don't expect it to be... I don't expect much, if there's a chance- if you find yourself in a position to need to try it, I'd rather you try than not.

Mm. Of course I would. Who else would I call on?

[It's really not even a question. While she may not be someone who prays, she certainly believes in him. He would come to her if she needed him.]

I'm less worried about me and more about everyone else.

[There was a small roll of his eyes.]

Don't go telling anyone else that. I'd rather keep my thoughts open to you alone. Last thing I need is a barrage of prayers.

Please. As if I have anyone to tell, anyhow. And even if I did, most of them would probably be skeptical at the concept of who they'd be praying to.

Still. The less who know, the better.

Alright, alright. I'll keep your little secret.

[She brushed one of her hands against his wing, tracing her fingertips over the inside of him, where she suspected he was particularly sensitive.]

This feels nice.

[She suspected correctly, and the touch had a shivering sound going through his wings, along with a physical shimmy as he cleared his throat and gave her a look.]

Keep that up, love, and you're not going to be getting much rest.

Really now?

[And maybe it's because the nature of their earlier conversation urging her to do it, or just because she liked to live dangerously. Either way, Chloe raises a brow at him and brushes along that sensitive spot on his wing again, watching the way his feathers shivered underneath her touch.]

[He moved to reach for her hand, stilling it, fingers clenched around hers before he started to draw her hand lower. Down his chest and further down to press against his half-hard cock that only grew firmer at her touch.]

Really.

You know, I can never decide if I find that impressive or concerning, considering I've barely touched you.

[She can feel him half-hard against her hand but doesn't pull it away from him, but draws her other one away from his wing.]

Never would've thought of angel wings as erogenous zones, and yet here we are.

I'd settle for flattering. But to be fair, I've never had a human play with my wings before. I've also never had a miracle do so. Touch from you is... well. You know it's more.

[There was also the fact that everything was more with her. Everything was more intimate, and that made it special -- to him at least.]

Yeah. It is.

[She feels the same about him, after all. Especially when one simple touch had him reacting so strongly. Her hand trails up from his crotch to caress lightly at his lower stomach, just for something to do with it.]

I still find it hard to believe no one else has ever touched your wings before. That were human, anyhow. Sounds like an indulgence you'd love.

Well, others have, love, but they've all been demons, like Maze. Or a sibling -- and certainly not in this context with the latter. I've told you, humans don't handle proof of the divine well. You should have seen how they affected the humans who'd merely seen just them. You are... singular in how you perceive things. How you can handle them.

[He smiled down at her, the wing cradled over her stretching for a moment, wafting up towards the ceiling before coming back down over her, feathers shifting and bring a cooling breeze with the movement.]

Handle as in being able to look at them without having my eyes melt out of my skull or going insane, you mean? I'm still trying to figure this whole 'miracle' thing out, honestly. No one here seems to have heard of anything like it. Aside from the obvious.

[Her palms open up to feel his wing as it came back down over her, the light breeze of motion wafting over her and lightly moving a few strands of her hair.]

Insanity more than a bad Indiana Jones effect. But I do like you handling them in general. And me. I very much like you handling me.

[His hand came up and brushed over that wisp of hair floating because of the move, smiling as he watched her in the soft glow of the white surrounding her.]

It might be something special to our reality. Or our... pantheon, so to speak. With a host of the divine here, perhaps it's a 'God' thing and not so much a creature of the deities thing. Haven't quite come across any other angels or monotheist types.

Maybe. Still, you'd think that so many different people pulled from different realities would turn up some kind of lead, but apparently not. Even the books here only talk about prophets, which I am most definitely not.

[And no leads about figuring out this whole area of affect between them, either. Kind of a sticking point. But his smile has her turning and leaning further into him to kiss him.]

Handling you isn't that difficult, once you get used to it. Mostly.

Mm, Prophet Decker has a nice ring to it...

[His hand trailed down to her shoulder, squeezing it through her shirt as she kissed him. He liked this, these little moments of just enjoying her company. Seeing her all relaxed and pleased were much better than her narrowed eyes or that tone she got when she said his name.]

Is that so? Are you saying you're used to me now?

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