Gabriel's body continued to phase through the catgirl, and the effect was disorienting to say the least.  He could<em>feel</em>her, every tiny movement that she made, every tensing of her muscles, and he felt... cold.  And afraid.  "Get off me!" he shouted, looking down at her with a confused expression as she struggled.<br/><br/>But he hadn't said that.  She had.  Hadn't she?  And what was he afraid of?  Locking eyes with her, Gabriel saw it in her face.  She was terrified, of course.  It was her.<em>Her</em>feelings.  Not his.<br/><br/>Gabriel's thoughts seemed to unravel as he submerged his mind into hers, leaning forward and entering her, completely.  He could feel every inch of her body, so lithe and tense.<em>Oh my god...</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Ahh... There we are," Michael spoke in a smug, rolling voice.  "A bit of struggle, a bit of concern.  Much better, I say."  He looked as though he were going to burst into laughter at any moment, but he contained himself for the time being.  Black wisps continued to thicken and twine about her, spiraling silently around her midsection and up her back.  Gradually their feather-light caress grew firmer, tighter.<br/><br/>The djinn's burning hold on her arms only tightened as well.  "Burn... You threatened me with hellfire for long enough, angel.  Now you burn."  He squeezed her hard, pressing his palm and fingers deeper into her skin, and even the air around them seemed to waver with the ambient heat.