the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)
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				Title: <strong>the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 10:26:21</strong>
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				He opened his eyes, feeling disoriented. Everything looked so grey and bleak. The air was hot and heavy, humid with a stench he was unfamiliar with. And he felt hot and cold, both at the same time. He could feel a hard surface scraping against his knees and feet as he struggled his way to a kneeling position. His limbs felt so weak, so fragile, he could barely wrap his mind around it. His sucked in a breath, the hot, humid air surging into his body, dizzying him, causing his lungs to burn and itch. He sucked in another breath and another, till the itch and burning faded. <br><br>What was this? What was going on?<br><br>He opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings for the first time. He was surrounded by concrete, by metals of varying kinds, by rotting wood and shattered windows and other glass works. A dumpster stood nearby, in between him and something that looked like a wider street, the occasional huddled person walking past, and from time to time, the rumbling of a barely running car engine, with bright white head lights that pained his eyes when their rays fell into the alley he was in.<br><br>Why was he here?<br><br>He glanced down, finding his body to be much the same as it always was only feeling… smaller. He couldn’t explain it really. He felt smaller and yet a lot more corporeal than ever before. He felt pain and cold and hot and a variety of other sensations he could not identify. He was naked, revealing a lightly tanned body that looked as if it was sculpted from slightly bronzed marble. The definition, the proportion… everything was perfect. Muscles of just the right size stretched out over his body, clearly defined in pectorals, abdominal muscles forming an almost eight-pack, powerful legs with thick, strong thighs and the calves of a sprinter. Powerful arms on broad shoulders, with impressive biceps, triceps, lowering into nimble, strong hands, with the fingers of a virtuoso. And then there was his manhood. He knew he was male and always had been, but now, it felt so different, so much more overwhelming. And the cold breeze in the humid, oppressing heat didn’t make for a good contrast to his sensitive skin and member down there.<br><br>He shuddered as he glanced down, assessing this body that was exactly and yet not like his own. He noticed something missing… his wings! At the back of his shoulder blades, there should be two, massive, black feathered wings. They weren’t there, but as soon as he thought about them, envisioned them, he collapsed in agony as his shoulders started burning and bulging. Slowly, those wings started growing, but it hurt so much, he wanted it to stop. Immediately, they receded, leaving him back in his completely human and naked form.<br><br>He cast his gaze up, silvery grey eyes looking at Heaven in a silent plea. Why? Why like this? But as he remembered his mission, given to him by his Creator, he gritted his teeth. Fighting his way to his feet, he stood up. He had something important to do and he would not fail. He would be on this mudball for as little time as possible. As his knowledge about the human race, watched from above by him and those like him, flowed back to him, almost overloading his human-sized brains, he knew what to do. <br><br>Letting his power flow through him, he felt clothing starting to flow over his skin, covering his chest with a tight, black T-shirt and his legs with a set of boxers and casual denim pants. Finding himself to be acceptable in appearance, he strolled bare-footed out of the alleyway. He had a person to find and Creation itself to save. A job easier said than done, despite how short it always seemed to take in those movies these humans seemed so found off. Unless the Creator had deposited him right besides his target, which he thought unlikely in an alleyway, it might take weeks, months, if not years to find the woman he was looking for.<br><br>She was supposed to be the next, the next one to make the world a better place again. In the past two decades, it had declined from a thriving, global civilization at relative peace, aside from some quarrels and armed disputes, however, they all had been small scale, to a world on the verge of collapsing, with hundreds of nations and groups at each others’ throat and a painful separation between rich and poor, worse than it had been in the darkest times of the Dark Ages and in the worst years after the industrial revolution. And if things didn’t change, the world would never recover. That is why he was here. Still, he wasn’t sure why exactly he had been turned into a human, despite still having access to his powers.<br><br>He had barely started walking alongside the street, when he noticed a woman, well-dressed and looking to be part of the ‘rich’ side, being surrounded by a gang of hoodlums, some of which were armed and all of whom were staring at her with both greed and lust in their eyes and auras. Gabriel, for that was his name, the Left Hand of the Creator, the Archangel of Vengeance and the Fiery Sword, would not let this happen. This was no mere mugging out of despair. This was a group with intent, a group which enjoyed taking and forcing themselves, which enjoyed causing pain and fear and he would NOT let this pass.<br><br>Almost blurring with speed, he was suddenly by the woman’s side, catching a punch in his hands, aimed for her. He squeezed down, till the bones shattered in his grip and the first man went down. A knife lashed out and he caught it between his flat palms, twisting it, pulling it towards him and turning it around with a smooth, swift move, before he plunged it in the man’s shoulder. The others all lunged, but in a deft dance of moves and attacks, like a master martial artist of the old traditions, he avoided them all till less than a minute later, all eight of the thugs were unconscious on the ground, most of them bleeding or with broken bones.<br><br>That is when he turned around to the lady by his side, taking in her attractive appearance. He himself stood tall, with short, dark, messy hair, high cheekbones and a strong nose and handsomely powerful jaw line. And his silver eyes focused on her, seeing her and her aura… and he stood still in shock for just a moment, recognition flaring in his eyes, before being hidden by a slightly charming façade. “There you go, miss. Better get yourself home safely. It is unsafe out here in the dark. Would you care for me to escort you? Free of charge, of course”, he told her, smiling, curved lips curling up and revealing pearly white, straight teeth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 07:55:19</strong>
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				Christine Valens hadn't ventured outside alone at night for a very long time.&nbsp; It had been so long, in fact, that she simply could not remember the last time that she had done so.&nbsp; Even as she ordered her private guards back into her building, she sensed it was a stupid thing to do.&nbsp; They were cowed by her anger and her threats of firing them, enough to let her go out on her own.&nbsp; She had dressed sensibly, she had thought.&nbsp; But, it was clear within minutes that wearing jeans and a t-shirt wasn't enough to be convincing.&nbsp; She doggedly walked toward the pier, hoping she could make it to the water's edge without any incident. <br><br>Christine made her way the first two blocks without incident.&nbsp; The nudges of one or two of the Nots were something she was used to.&nbsp; People pointed at her with recognition every day.&nbsp; She was rather well known, after all.&nbsp; You don't get to be CEO of the Northeastern Alliance without people recognizing you.&nbsp; She smiled kindly at those she saw, sure that her pure humanity would be enough to let her pass.&nbsp; <br><br>The freedom in those few minutes was exhilarating. To be alone, without the entourage of people that inevitably were all around her, was a rare treat and had been largely mitigated to her bathroom and private bedroom during the last few years.&nbsp; It wasn't a park, or a beautiful place she had chosen, but the city where she had grown up. <br><br>The liberation turned to a sense of melancholy as she made her way through the darkness.&nbsp; The sounds of gun shots in the distance, screams and people fighting had been removed from her daily existence and were alien to her now.&nbsp; She stopped short several times to listen to the cacophony that had once made up her daily life, the pattern now as foreign to her as any language she'd never heard before.&nbsp; <br><br>It took her a while to recognize that she had gathered a group of thugs.&nbsp; At first, she merely sensed a single man following her, but then she could tell there were more.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted to do was show fear, for that way lay clear defeat.&nbsp; By the time she was fully surrounded, it was too late to change her course.&nbsp; She had no idea what she was going to do as they began to bring their attack closer and closer. <br><br>And then, like some strange storybook miracle, this guy appeared out of nowhere.&nbsp; It was like a poof, wham bam, and all the threatening men were down on the ground.&nbsp; She hardly saw what happened.&nbsp; She was surrounded.&nbsp; There was a blur. Then a fucking Adonis stood before her asking her if he'd like him to escort her home for no charge. Nothing in life was free, of that she was certain, but she figured there was one way she could pay him back for his chivalry.<br><br>She tossed her long auburn tresses and smiled.&nbsp; "Thank you...Thank you very much for your help.&nbsp; I'm sure they would have done me great harm had you not happened by."<br><br>She looked around as if looking to see if he had left some sort of trail, but turned back to him slightly puzzled.&nbsp; His appearance was rather...sudden.<br><br>"I would appreciate it if you walked me back to my apartment.&nbsp; I would like an opportunity to thank you more properly there," she said.&nbsp; She tilted her head to the side and added, "Even if you don't need any money, I can think of ways to repay your services in kind."&nbsp; The look she gave him could not be misinterpreted or confused for anything but a blatant offer of sex. <br><br>Indeed, she was already excited thinking about what this godlike creature might look like naked.&nbsp; Even fully clothed, she could tell his body was one that would be worth every cent he redeemed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 12:34:49</strong>
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				She thanked him, of course, but he could read her puzzlement easily from her face. His eyes were drawn to her auburn tresses, still swaying after she tossed them. They accentuated her beautiful features, but it was her words that drew his attention back to her eyes and her lips.<br><br>Gabriel couldn’t explain it. He didn’t know what was happening to him. His body seemed to be sending him signals he couldn’t understand. Tingles and a spreading warmth in a way that seemed unnatural. And when the signals went unrecognized, he could feel his body actually starting to react to the unseen stimuli.<br><br>As her lips moved, his eyes were locked on to them in fascination. He could feel his blood surging through his body. His senses, especially that of touch, seemed to increase slightly. Suddenly, he could feel the fabric of his shirt and pants clearly against his skin. Every breath caused them to move and rub over his skin.<br><br>He could feel his heart beat speeding up, as something in her voice drove those reactions on. And when she told him she knew of other ways to pay him, his mind was awhirl, wondering what she could possibly be talking about, while his body reacted even stranger. He could feel his manhood growing larger and harder.<br><br>Uncomfortably, he shifted on his feet, suddenly fully aware of them being bare on the cool, wet concrete of the pavement. And yet, he couldn’t avert his eyes from her, even as he was at a loss to how to explain his reaction to her words, her voice and her looks. <br><br>With supreme strength of will, he finally managed to shake himself loose, gathering his wits and tearing away his gaze. The reactions faded somewhat, but were still evident. He stepped up to her side, motioning for her to lead the way, while he tried to figure out what was going on. He couldn’t say these new feelings were unpleasant, but he was unsure of their cause.<br><br>Was this the effect of her aura as the chosen one? Or was something else going on? For all he knew, this was just what any human body went through. He had seen so many things from above, it was a jumbled mess of knowledge to sort out, but for now, he could make good on his promise.<br><br>As they were walking, he made a bit of conversation. If he was to be her guide and guardian angel, he would need to learn as much possible about her, so he could be of the best possible assistance, while at the same time not revealing what exactly he was. <br><br>“No need to thank or pay me, miss. It was what any proper man would have done for a lady.”<br><br>He wasn’t aware how out of date his chivalry, still valued high up where he came from, was in the modern day world, with its grim and shadowed atmosphere.<br><br>“I hope you don’t have to deal with such things too often? It looked to be shaping up to something mightily unpleasant. In any case, better be safe than sorry next time. Your Guardian Angel won’t always be able to bring about such a coincidental meeting to save you.”<br><br>He kept his voice lighthearted, lightly teasing her and at the same time cautioning her for the future. While he would make sure he was always around to make sure she was safe, his job would be decidedly easier if she was more cautious herself. Within a few more minutes, they had reached her place of residence. He walked her all the way up to the entrance of the impressive building in a somewhat cleaner area of the city.<br><br>“Here you go, miss. I’ll be seeing you around”, he winked at her, intending to take his leave for now, though something made him hesitate in his tracks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 02:42:12</strong>
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				He had started by staring at her with unabashed interest.&nbsp; Almost like he'd never seen a woman before, and certainly as though he had never been so openly propositioned before.&nbsp; Christine wasn't sure what to make of his expression, but he seemed to get a grip on his surprise or whatever it was.&nbsp; She was relieved when he finally stopped looking at her as though she had ripped open her dress and put herself naked on display right then and there.&nbsp; <br><br>Christine kept looking at him as they walked.&nbsp; He seemed to exude something unusual from every pore of his being, and damned if she could tell what it was.&nbsp; The way he'd just appeared out of nowhere and saved her was just as unnerving as it was a relief to her.&nbsp; She sensed he was attracted to her, or acted like it, but he was so incredibly distant and formal in both body language and verbal communication.&nbsp; He spoke like English was his second language, and she wondered where he might be from. <br><br>"I have to admit, I feel like you just materialized right when I needed you.&nbsp; I would probably have been killed or kidnapped at best.&nbsp; Part of me can't help but feel it wasn't just coincidental though," she said, somewhat dazed.&nbsp; She shook her head as if to clear away a thought she didn't want to have.&nbsp; "Anyway, I do feel that you deserve more than just a handshake."<br><br>As they approached her building, Christine eyed the waiting mass of bodyguards she had eluded earlier.&nbsp; Two were already opening the doors and heading in her direction.&nbsp; She sighed, realizing her brief freedom would be under scrutiny,&nbsp; and she would receive failing grades.&nbsp; She hated the fact she couldn't even go out for a walk by herself.&nbsp; She reached out to the man and grabbed his elbow, "Hey, no need to leave,&nbsp; I haven't even gotten your name."<br><br>She met his eyes and said, "And I meant what I said about thanking you properly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 10:15:18</strong>
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				“Materialized? Me? Oh no, I was just heading your way through that alley. You might not have noticed, but I saw how they surrounded you just as I came out of it and decided to interfere”, he replied to her comment, easily shifting her correct guess away. Still, while he had offered a good explanation, he didn’t know if she actually believed him. Humans were notoriously stubborn when it came to the rightness of their ideas.<br><br>As they were approached by the bodyguards at their destination, Gabriel could feel them subtly pushing him out of her personal space. After all, his was a barefooted, unidentified man in the presence of their charge. He took his goodbyes and was about to leave, though she stopped him.<br><br>“Thanking me properly?” he asked, getting a bit confused by what she actually meant, though his body started growing warm from the place she touched him. The bodyguards looked on, suspicion in their eyes. They were scrutinizing him and he took them up in turn. They would protect his charge to the best of their capabilities, though with the momentous task she was facing, it might not be easy. They would need his help.<br><br>“My name is Gabriel, miss”, he told her, though he spoke loud enough for all of them to hear. “And just having your gratitude is enough for me. Though if you really want to make a fuss out of it, you could tell me your name, please?”<br><br>He wondered what was wrong with his question, as he could tell the bodyguards stiffening, their suspicion mounting. How was he to know her name? But to them, it was cause for caution, as who in the current day and age didn’t know the CEO of the North Eastern Alliance.<br><br>Still, his body was reacting to the touch and he wondered why she looked so intent on dragging him inside? He couldn’t fathom the reason, though his body seemed so strangely eager to take her up on an unspoken, not understood invitation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 08:42:49</strong>
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				Christine Valens turned to face him fully.&nbsp; His name was odd enough, but the fact he asked her her name was stunning.&nbsp; She looked at him more closely, her eyes swept across his body from head to foot taking in every detail of him.&nbsp; She had missed the fact he was barefoot before.&nbsp; There was something about him though that took away any fear she might have had.&nbsp; She only felt...interest.&nbsp; And a desire.&nbsp; A very strong physical desire for him.&nbsp; She hadn't felt that in a very long time.&nbsp; <br><br>She sensed her guards coming close and held up her hand to keep them at bay.&nbsp; "It's okay Joey, Rodney...I can vouch for him.&nbsp; He saved my life a few minutes ago.&nbsp; A group of thugs were about to attack me...and this man...Gabriel saved me."&nbsp; She drew out his name across her tongue, testing it for the first time.&nbsp; <br><br>She said it again.&nbsp; "Gabriel."<br><br>It sounded odd to her.&nbsp; Such an angelic name for someone in flesh and blood.&nbsp; "Your parents had a sense of humor, eh?"&nbsp; It was clearly a rhetorical question and she met his eyes.<br><br>"My name is unimportant," she said, flicking a quick warning glance toward her guards.&nbsp; They backed down and said nothing.&nbsp; They exchanged a glance between themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>"I just am a lady you saved who wants to repay you with something pleasurable and more interesting than money,"&nbsp; Christine added.<br><br>The very thought that someone didn't know her name was alarming and yet refreshing.&nbsp; How long had it been since someone had shown any interest in her that didn't have some underlying agenda?&nbsp; Was it possible that this man really didn't know who she was and that he might actually, possibly have saved her without expecting something from her?<br><br>A small bit of hope, a feeling she'd not had in a very long time burbled up inside her. "Come on Gabriel, let me show you how thankful I am you showed up when you did."<br><br>She held out her hand invitingly hoping he'd follow her up to her apartment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 08:24:40</strong>
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				Gabriel noticed the reaction to his name. Seemed like naming people after religious names was falling out of favour entirely. It was sad to see the custom that had lasted for almost two millennia fade away like that, almost overnight. Though, keeping in mind the state of the world nowadays, it wasn’t that unthinkable people just felt too downtrodden to give such hopeful, light names.<br><br>He watched in interest as she held back the guards, just with a raised hand and a few words. She was a woman of power. It made his missive both easier and harder. She seemed to already have a strong presence and standing, while on the other hand, with so many people around her, knowing her, she made for an easier target than was preferable. <br><br>It was odd though, how she thought her name to be unimportant and how the guards relaxed more completely once that statement was made. Something was going on here, something he would have to learn about if he wanted to be successful. But it could wait. For now, she insisted on rewarding him with something other than money. He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around what she was talking about. And the way his body kept interfering, reacting to her words in such unfamiliar ways, it distracted him.<br><br>His blood seemed to gather between his loins, in his manhood, causing him to grow substantially. He felt so sensitive and needful, yet he didn’t know what exactly for. And he felt the raw emotion that urged him to take her up on her offer. Seeing no reason not to do so, he complied, taking her hand. The touch shocked him, in a pleasant way. He didn’t know what to make of it, but instinctively, he held her hand in his, fingers touching softly, sending more shocks, smaller ones this time, through his body.<br><br>He followed her lead, into the elevator, and up, high, high up in the building, till they exited in the penthouse, after entering a code in the elevator. Outside the nearest window, he had a view of the massive city’s skyline, not all that different from the view he had from up ‘there’.<br><br>Her presence, however, distracted him, so he turned towards her, eyebrow arching up enquiringly, muscles tightening for a reason unknown, gaining more definition under his shirt and visibly on his mostly bare arms. He sounded genuinely curious, as unbelievable as that was in such a situation, when he asked, “So, my lady, what exactly did you have in mind as ‘payment’?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 19:44:25</strong>
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				Christine held his hand gently as she led him to the elevator and up, quietly contemplating the warmth that seemed to flow between them.&nbsp; The excitement of the evening, scary in it's own way, had morphed in her being into a clear desire to have sex with the man she'd just met saving her life.&nbsp; &nbsp;Call it Knight on a Horse syndrome or whatever it might be, she was trembling inside with desire for him.&nbsp; He'd single handedly taken care of an entire gang of men.&nbsp; Not only that, he was physically gorgeous.&nbsp; What normal woman wouldn't want to take him to bed in any regular circumstances, let alone when the adrenaline is amped up on the excitement of an evening like she'd had?<br><br>Christine watched him closely as he stepped into her apartment.&nbsp; He didn't seem quite as awed by the view or of her furnishings as most people.&nbsp; He was distinctly unusual.&nbsp; <br><br>She cocked his head at his charming question and smiled.&nbsp; She kicked off her shoes and dropped a couple inches in height and approached him.&nbsp; She knew she was attractive and had a sexual confidence born through enough experience that she didn't fear or expect rejection.<br><br>She lifted her right hand to his cheek and said, "You have an interesting choice in words, Gabriel.&nbsp; Lady isn't a term I've heard applied to me in quite some time."<br><br>Her thumb reached across to his lips and traced the outline of them gently.&nbsp; He had exquisite lips.<br><br>"And I think it's sort of sweet that you pretend to have no idea what I'm talking about," she said, moving in closer and pressing her body in close to his.&nbsp; She placed her left hand on his other cheek and drew his face down toward hers, her lips seeking his.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 08:46:20</strong>
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				He really wanted to tell her he did not have an earthly clue what she was talking about. But she touched him, her feminine hand on his cheek, sending more of that delicious, addictive tingling coursing through his system. Her thumb brushing over his lips made him weak in the knees and it was only through supreme effort and willpower that he remained standing. But then, she was pressing against him and the differences between man and woman became very, very obvious.<br><br>Firm, full curves moulded against his sculpted body. Two layers of fabric in between that might as well not have been there for the sensations her body against created. He gasped, softly, his eyes widening as his body reacted stronger than before. He could feel himself growing in his pants and his hands immediately went up, sliding over her smooth back, holding her as close as she had pressed herself.<br><br>She held his face between her hands and surprised him when her lips locked with his. It was with the sheer instinct of his body that he managed to return it, his lips fitting to hers so perfectly as they brushed over each other. He felt his legs trembling at the unfamiliar, yet wonderful sensations.<br><br>Gabriel stumbled backwards, holding her and not breaking the kiss, when the back of his knees hit the nearest sofa. He fell backwards in a sitting position, dragging her with him, instinct –again- leading her into straddling him on the sofa, her legs on either side of his, her knees on the cushions of the seat.<br><br>He didn’t know what to do with his hands, but in reaction to the kiss, they impotently grasped her shoulders, almost clawing, as he tried to wrap his mind around the delight and pleasure that came from that kiss. He could barely describe it, barely handle it even, though he knew he wanted more of it. Much more.<br><br>He held her closer, pressing their bodies together even tighter, loving the feeling of it, as her breasts pressed and rubbed against his pectorals and her womanhood, still covered in cloth, pressed against the bulge in his pants. He gasped in the kiss, softly again, when the pressure became higher.<br><br>Unknown to either of them, Gabriel had been sculpted by the Creator to be the perfect physical match for Christine. His body was built just to her ideas of male perfection and his manhood just had the shape and size that would bring her the most pleasure. Without underwear restraining him, his member was long and hard, pressing against the coarse denim of his pants, pressing in between her legs. The rim of his head was just so it would touch her most sensitive spot with each thrust into her. His veins were positioned so they would stimulate her completely. He was made to be of complete service to her, even if that hadn’t been in the job description.<br><br>And the angelic mind could not take initiative in this, as he was unfamiliar with everything that was happening to him now. The sensations were strange, overwhelming, but oh so pleasant. He needed and wanted more of it, but did not know how to get it, how to convey it. For all intents and purposes, he was an innocent virgin, hers to take, but he would learn swiftly.<br><br>Already, barely having any breath left, he held her tighter and deepened the kiss, exquisite lips caressing hers, fingertips seemingly finding the perfect spots on her shoulders and her back to touch and caress, his lips parting on instinct, a curious tongue seeking her for the first time…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 20:20:57</strong>
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				Christine moved easily with his motions, letting herself be dragged onto him into one of her favorite positions on the sofa.&nbsp; She answered his tentative tongue with a more assured response, her tongue eagerly dancing into his mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>The fabric of her skirt was pushed up high around her thighs by the position he'd pulled her into.&nbsp; She pressed herself down against the bulge of his pants, measuring his length and girth through the thin fabric of her already soaking underwear.&nbsp; Her desire to see it exposed briefly before riding it grew instantly at recognizing what had to be a good fit.&nbsp; <br><br>Christine never expected perfection in a lover.&nbsp; That would be ludicrous as everyone has a flaw of some sort, but she liked to balance the flaws with the positives.&nbsp; One might have a cock she could hardly feel during intercourse, but would more than compensate with a tongue that drove her over the edge with pleasure.&nbsp; Another might be bald but make up for it by extra girth.&nbsp; No one had everything she wanted wrapped up in a neat little package, and she didn't expect it.&nbsp; She expected some one thing, however, to make a coupling worthwhile.&nbsp; As long as she had that one thing to enjoy, she was fine.<br><br>Gabriel had a lot more going for him than many men she'd met.&nbsp; Not only did he have all the physical characteristics she would list as something she liked, he had saved her life.&nbsp; And he didn't know who she was.&nbsp; The fact he'd done what seemed like a fully altruistic sort of act turned her on in a way she didn't quite fathom.&nbsp; It must have something to do with the fact he had saved her without an obvious motive behind his actions.<br><br>Add to it his absolutely hot body and features, and Christine was ready to ignore any number of other flaws he might have.&nbsp; She had a momentary fear that he might be gay when he seemed to not respond right away,, but the feeling of his rock hard cock underneath her told her his body was, at least, happy enough to have her straddling him.<br><br>She gently pushed back to break off the embrace and kiss.&nbsp; She didn't move off of him, but pulled her blouse out of her skirt and unbuttoned it.&nbsp; The light blue silk fluttered to the ground behind her leaving her only in a bra that covered only the bottom half of her breasts in a delicate lace.<br><br>She met his eyes and reached behind her to release her breasts fully from the bra and casually flung it off to the side.&nbsp; She brushed his lips gently with hers and then lifted herself up pulling his head to the cleft between her breast.&nbsp; Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck as her head tilted upward.&nbsp; Her heart beat filled her with a longing and desire edged with a new hope she could hardly understand.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 20:54:54</strong>
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				He didn’t know what was happening to him. He didn’t understand it. His rational mind was eroding, overwhelmed by a growing lust. Every cell of his now physical body screamed at him to go with the flow. The kiss grew in intensity, turning passionate. Her curvaceous body moulded to his. Her movements, grinding into him, drove him wild. His sharp senses could detect a wetness, spreading a scent. It registered as arousal, but it was only mirroring his own arousal. He could feel himself straining in his pants, unable to contain himself.<br><br>He gasped as she grinded even more into him. He could feel how thin, soaked fibre rubbed over the bulge in his jeans. He could feel her breasts pressing into him, going with her slight movements. Her lips and tongue danced with his own in a battle for dominance. And with a shock he realized he wanted to win. He took in everything about her, her looks, her hair, her beautiful face and shapely body and the overwhelming tide of passion. And he was lost, his mind snapping completely.<br><br>She lifted off of him slightly, breaking the kiss, breaking the embrace. By instinct, his hands held on to her hips. Smooth tips of his long fingers slid up over her bared thighs, to her hiked up skirt. They trailed over the rounded curve to her behind. And when his hands held one of her buttocks each, he watched, mesmerized and out of breath, as she undid the buttons of her shirt. More and more skin was revealed.<br><br>A throb surged through his manhood when he could see her breasts up close, barely contained by her bra. But that piece of garment was tossed aside, too, and all he could do was stare in admiration and lust, before she pressed his face close, against her, in between her full, firm orbs. He breathed in, smelling her, his breath caressing her hot, unblemished skin. His cock throbbed again, harder, wanting something, needing something.<br><br>He kissed the skin in front of his mouth. Then, driven by instincts as old as time and a lust so overpowering it crushed his almost asexual mind, he kissed the side of her left breast. More kisses, all the way to the curious little top of that breasts. And then, his lips touched the nipple. Her reaction made him repeat that kiss, over and over again, delighting in her reaction to this tender little touch. Exploring now, his hands squeezed her behind, before sliding up over her bare back, holding her in place, caressing and massaging her, while he sucked the nipple in between his lips. Carefully, the tip of his tongue, the texture deliciously rough, slicked and softened by his saliva, touched the very tip of her nipple. <br><br>One hand slid to her front and he found some relief himself in the pleasure of cupping her other breast in his hand. He kneaded and squeezed, in varying tenderness and strength, exploring, probing and liking every single bit of her reaction, as her scent grew stronger and his own manhood seemed to grow impossibly harder. And the need fulfilled him more and more, became unstoppable, even as teeth teasingly nipped her nipple, while darkened eyes stared up at her, clouded with swirling lust and something indescribable. Something a virgin finding the Holy Grail of lovemaking would look like, even as his every muscle was working, flexing under his tight t-shirt,&nbsp; holding her in place and exploring her torso with the eagerness of teenager and the passion of a lover.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 22:50:06</strong>
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				Christine moaned as her nipples tightened and hardened in his mouth.&nbsp; His tongue, teeth and lips sent her body into overdrive with desire and need.&nbsp; She couldn't remember the last time she wanted a man inside her so fast or with such fierceness. <br><br>Reluctantly she pulled his head away from her breasts and tilted it upward toward her.&nbsp; Leaning down she kissed him again, her tongue pressing harder and more fiercely into his mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she kissed him, she reached down and tugged at his jeans, deftly unbuttoning his fly and opening his zipper with greedy, hungry hands. <br><br>She closed her eyes and shivered with delight as her hand wrapped around his cock.&nbsp; It felt...perfect.&nbsp; The size, texture, even the temperature against the skin of her fingers was just...perfect.&nbsp; The word flitted through her brain and across into her very soul.&nbsp; <br><br>"Who are you?" she asked, her voice low and breathless, her lips glancing across his cheek, his chin, his eyes and brow.<br><br>She stroked him fully a few times taking the full measure of him before slipping the thin strip of her panties over to the side and out of the way.&nbsp; She directed the tip of his cock toward her, rubbing him against her clit and teasing him with her opening until she could feel the slick liquid of her desire dripping down onto him.&nbsp; Taking him quickly, she lowered herself down onto him until he was fully inside her, their pelvis bones crushed against each other.&nbsp; And then, she sat there, the walls of her pussy gripping him tightly.&nbsp; <br><br>She placed her arms on his shoulders for leverage.&nbsp; Meeting his eyes, his strange but beautiful dark eyes, she began to ride him, moving smoothly up and down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 13:40:04</strong>
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				Soon, she was on the initiative, guiding his mouth away from her breasts. He was disappointed, but not for long as she somehow returned the favour. He could see greed and need in her eyes, both directed at him and it thrilled him, greatly. Soon enough, he gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of his manhood, erect as it was, revealed to the cool air and a woman’s touch. He gasped again, panting lightly as she started stroking him, completely overwhelming him, stealing his wits and leaving him a will-less puppet in her skilful hands.<br><br>He snapped back to awareness at her question, but didn’t answer yet. He couldn’t, as she took his words from him by driving herself down on his, welcoming in her hot, tight wetness. He gasped again and had to held on for dear life as he felt something building, something straining to burst loose, something he didn’t know, something he couldn’t control. <br><br>She started moving, riding him and the feeling increased. He was going to explode, but it was an explosion his body and now lust-clouded mind craved and wanted. It approached relentlessly, washing over him after a mere few thrusts of her riding him. He groaned and shuddered, before his back arched and his hip bucked up, hard, driving his entire length as deep as possible inside of her as his seed burst out, filling her.<br><br>He felt like he was being electrified, he felt like pleasure was trying to rip him apart. And he liked it. He wanted more of it. And as he wanted more of it, he tapped into the Source of his power and knowledge. Knowledge flooded his mind, as did willpower and awareness and when he finally calmed down from the earth-shattering climax, he gazed up, into her eyes, lust and arousal, but now raw determination as well swirling inside of them. She had given him something no angel knew. She had shown him one of the greatest pleasures and joys of being humans. And understanding flooded him. In a way, he now understood why Lucifer and so many others chose to fall. But now, he had been given a gift, this body that she lead to ecstasy. <br><br>Now, he was determined to return the favour, for he wanted much, much more of that pleasure. And he wanted to see more of that reaction he drew from her when he kissed and caressed her breasts. He loved those sounds she made, the way her body twitched and moved in reaction. So, strong hands held her, one on her behind, his middle finger in between her cheeks, the very tip touching the edge of her rosette. His other hand moved up, guided by both instinct and knowledge now, over her spine, to her neck, before his fingers threaded through her hair. He held her close and tight, before he started moving her body up and down on his long, thick member, filling her tight womanhood completely.<br><br>They were a perfect fit, a perfect match. He gritted his teeth and took more control over his body, biting back on the pleasure. First, he would focus on her now, as he moved her body with his strong arms in riding up and down. Added to that, he started thrusting up and down, his powerful legs supporting his movements. So every time he moved her down, he thrust upwards into her. And moving like this in sexual harmony, he told her, his voice thick and heavy, “I am your Guardian Angel…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 18:44:40</strong>
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				Christine set a slow pace to begin with, and was more than a little surprised at his nearly immediate and obvious climax.&nbsp; She held him inside her as he came.&nbsp; A flicker of disappointment and the knowledge that there was the imperfection in this Adonis.&nbsp; His response was singular in itself, though, for his body seemed to rocket through his climax and overcome him powerfully in a way she'd not seen in a man in a long time.&nbsp; It was as if it might have been his first orgasm or something, but, given his age and physique that was an impossibility.&nbsp; <br><br>She was resigned to the inevitable likelihood he would apologize for coming so fast and the offer to 'make it up to her.'&nbsp; She met his eyes again, even as she continued to milk him slowly, and saw, instead a shift from something akin to wonder to that of...what?&nbsp; Need?&nbsp; Understanding?&nbsp; She was usually rather good at reading people but the man inside her was an enigma of great proportion.<br><br>Then, instead of the usual weakening inside her, she felt a new surge and a continued hardness.&nbsp; She tilted her head a little to one side as his hands gripped her more firmly and with new purpose.&nbsp; Her body tingled with continued desire as his hands shifted and moved.&nbsp; <br><br>As his one finger tipped toward her ass,&nbsp; she moaned in relief and need.&nbsp; The warmth of his other across her back was titillating in and of itself, but when he grabbed her hair she tilted her head back into his grasp gratefully.&nbsp; The wonder and surprise of the shift in his response and rapid change in expectations played with Christine's mind and body.&nbsp; Her nipples hardened again into two large tight nubs in response.<br><br>&nbsp;As he began to actively fuck her from his seated position, his cock filled her completely and perfectly.&nbsp; Her hands grasped onto his beautiful neck and shoulders, her nails digging in just a little as she held onto him. The top of his silken smooth cock sliding across her at just the right spot inside, the tip hitting her at just the most exquisite point of her cervix, each ride in and out drawing across her clitoris provided a combination that left her gasping for breath as she rocketed toward a powerful orgasm unlike she'd ever had before.<br><br>His words, "I'm your guardian angel", filtered through the pleasure induced high she was feeling did not completely register.&nbsp; Whatever he was, she didn't think she'd want to ever let him go.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 20:51:16</strong>
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				He watched in rapture as his movements, his powerful thrusts seemed to bring her intense pleasure. Gabriel could tell how her own arousal got the best of her, showing itself in a most interesting way. She was arched back, her head leaning into his grasp of her hair, while her breasts were pushed forward, just in front of him, the nipples straining hard.<br><br>Remembering her earlier reactions, he leaned closer and captured one of them in his mouth again, while keeping up the thrusts. As he felt her getting higher and higher on pleasure, his finely tuned senses keeping track of her heartbeat, her breath and her body heat, he increased the pace of his thrusts, his teeth nipping at her nipple simultaneously.<br><br>He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders, even through the shirt he was still wearing. It urged him on even more. To get a better grip and hold, he suddenly stood up, holding her with ease. The finger he held on her tight little ass was getting with from her own arousal spreading between her legs and as he started moving, he pushed that finger inside of her, slowly.<br><br>Using his full control over his brand new body, he walked on, even as he kept bouncing her up and down on his cock, filling her completely each time. He kept walking till her bare back rested against the cool window of her penthouse. Pressing her against the flat surface, his finger pressed deeper into her ass, and he used the support to start moving inside of her harder and faster.<br><br>Still keeping a tight lid on his own pleasure of the unexpected yet pleasant climax, he focussed completely on her. He let go of her nipple, instead kissing his way up her collarbone to her throat, which he nibbled and kissed, following a path to her ear. Something inside of him, as he took her like a man possessed, claiming every inch of her body with a thorough fucking, urged him to tell her, his voice a deep, husky purr, “And I am completely at your service.”<br><br>That is when he pulled her hair harder, pulling her head back so it rested against the window, her gaze forced to the ceiling. He bit the side of her neck, softly, sucking the skin there, hard, as he felt a need to claim her, mark her even, all these unknown instincts driving him on, driving him wild as he slammed himself harder and harder inside of her, regardless of her pleasure.<br><br>Something of his authority started showing through. He was Gabriel, and Archangel, a divine being of immense power and he held this human in the palm of his hand, both literally and figuratively, as he spoke, his breath hot against her throat, “Now, show me just how much you like my ‘service’…” His words almost commanding her to undergo every ounce of pleasure it was capable of surviving, while he finally allowed the reign on his own pleasure loose, so it could start building slowly, too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 05:50:23</strong>
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				Christine's eyes popped open momentarily in alarm as Gabriel stood up.&nbsp; The heart-skipping semi-panic only lasted half a second when she realized he was actually lifting her while still fucking her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was incredibly strong and, while she wasn't a super tiny woman, he was more than capable of carrying her.&nbsp; She'd never been moved mid-coitus like this before and the semi-suspended feeling it provided was amazing.&nbsp; <br><br>She helped a little by making her her legs were tightly secured at his waist.&nbsp; The passage of his finger into her ass only helped move her into another heightened stage of excitement.&nbsp; This was, by far, the single hottest fuck she'd had--ever.&nbsp; When she felt the cold glass against her back she turned her head to look across her shoulder.&nbsp; Her building wasn't the tallest in the city.&nbsp; The next closest building was, actually quite a bit shorter than hers.&nbsp; However, the one that spanned the following city block was at least four stories higher.&nbsp; With the light inside and the darkness surrounding, anyone across the way who happened to have keen eyesight or a good set of binoculars would be able to see her naked back leaning against the glass.&nbsp; With powerful enough lenses, a dedicated on looker might even be able to identify her should they work at it.<br><br>"Gabriel," she moaned, "Feel.. me....you....fit....so...perfect..."<br><br>Her words came in fits and starts.&nbsp; Her body was reacting naturally to the incredible stimulation and his command.&nbsp; As her orgasm finally came swooping down upon her, she leaned her head back and howled loudly.&nbsp; Her back arched more fully as her pussy clenched down tightly to grip the cock that continued to move in and out with determination.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a moment of utter release, pure and uncomplicated but complete.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 17:02:54</strong>
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				He kept thrusting, even through her howls, the clenching and the incredible shockwave of sensations and feeling he could detect swiping her body. It invigorated him to see her coming so undone through his actions. And as he did so, he noticed how the –barely perceptible- creases of worry and stress in her features smoothed out completely as she was taken apart by the ultimate release and relaxation. His hips kept moving like a piston, his erection still buried completely inside her. Gritting his teeth, he focussed on his movements, as to not succumb immediately to the pleasure her own climax was bringing him.<br><br>He could not put into words how it felt, but he could tell it was addictive and that he suddenly didn’t mind all that much to be captive in a human body any longer. Gabriel now was thinking of ways to get more of this, as much as possible, without losing track of his mission. With how willing the Chosen one seemed, combined with her attractiveness, it seemed like his mission and pleasure were not mutually exclusive.<br><br>Pounding into her as her orgasm seemed to subside, he hoped he could coax another one out of her, as it was truly a sight to see and something that made him feel very satisfied with himself. Slowly but surely, feeling her inner walls clenching around him, fitting like a perfectly tight, welcoming and warm glove, almost milking him off, while he could feel his soft skin and bulging veins as well as the sensitive head of his cock being stimulated by her wetness, his pleasure kept growing, irreversibly. <br><br>Suddenly, his grip on her tightened, his finger pressing as deep as possible in her ass, while the hand still threaded to her hair pulled subconsciously. His climax burst loose, pleasure surging through his body, as he gasped loudly against her throat, his breath hot and ragged. He could feel his seed spurting inside of her, his hips bucking. He used the last holds on his focus to keep them both upright. And as the pleasure finally started subsiding, he slowly let go of her, letting her stand on her own feet, as he pulled his erection out of her. After having initiated it so thoroughly, it was finally softening –slightly at least- for now. His hands rested on the cool window, on either side of her shoulders, his body still shivering with his ragged breathing and panting, before Gabriel looked up and into her eyes again, fathomless depths of a pure ‘something’, focussed completely on her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 21:43:02</strong>
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				Christine wasn't sure what had just happened.&nbsp; It sure as hell wasn't just straight sex. It was more than that.&nbsp; Her body continued to pulse even as he withrdrew from her.&nbsp; His pulling out of her left her body bereft and wanting.&nbsp; The window was cool against her back so she shifted forward and toward him. She placed her hands on his cheeks and then drew a finger along his eyebrows, around the outside of his face and up to his lips.&nbsp; She had time to explore him now.&nbsp; To look at him with every sense she had available to her.<br><br>Her eyes looked into his eyes with incomprehension.&nbsp; She did not know who he was.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; It was more than that.&nbsp; There was something unusual about this man.&nbsp; Her other hand slid down to his neck and ran along his arm up toward the hand that pressed at the window behind her head.&nbsp; Her hand slid back along his arm and touched his chest again. <br><br>She leaned in and placed her ear against him.&nbsp; His heart beat steady and loudly.&nbsp; She could feel his chest wall move against her ear and cheek as he breathed.&nbsp; She turned her nose into him and smelled him from his chest up to his neck, breathing in and out, memorizing his scent.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wow," she said after a long while.&nbsp; "I don't know who you are Gabriel, but I hope you plan on sticking around for a while."<br><br>He scared her in a big way.&nbsp; It was an underlying fear formed from the lack of knowing.&nbsp; Knowing who or what this man was.&nbsp; She could feel him, touch him, smell him, lick him, fuck him, but she didn't have a clue about him.&nbsp; Yet, she felt entirely safe in his presence.&nbsp; <br><br>She shivered a little bit and looked over her shoulder.&nbsp; The glass was cold against her still.&nbsp; She pulled herself against him and told him to take her to the bed.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 08:17:08</strong>
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				Gabriel held on to her during her exploration of her body. He revelled in the sense of wonder and admiration he got from her. And he felt some pride and having been able to get her in this state with nothing more than his own few actions, within the limits of this body. As an archangel he knew it was wrong to feel this pride, but it was there nevertheless, basking in her presence and her praise.<br><br>When she told him to bring her to the bed, he obeyed and held her tightly, his hands on the low of her back. They slipped lower, cupping her tight behind, before he lifted, bending her legs so they were wrapped around him again. He could feel her still throbbing, wet sex against his stomach. He liked the feeling of it, of the pulsing heat caused against his skin, exposed due to his dishevelled shirt.<br><br>Turning, he walked steadily towards the bedroom, holding her easily. Moments later, he placed her down on the silk sheets of the large, soft bed. The bedroom was the same mixture of opulence and elegance he had seen in the rest of the penthouse. Laying her mostly naked form down, he stood in front of her.<br><br>Something inside of him, spurred on by her words, urged him to act. Slowly but surely, he lifted his shirt, revealing a chest that was sculpted to physical perfection. Clear definition, though softened enough to still appear natural. Unblemished skin touched by the lightest of tans. and powerful arms and hands that reached down, taking his unbuttoned pants, before lowering them completely, revealing equally powerful legs and a manhood of impressive size and hardness.<br><br>Despite being in a human body, he wasn’t submitted to the same rules. Stamina and energy came to him at the mere thought or need. And seeing her curvaceous, sexy body displayed on silk sheets was enough to keep any man in need. Naked as the moment he had opened his eyes in the human world, he laid down besides her, on his side, his head supported by his hand, as he gazed down on her. His other hand stretched out, the tips of his fingers touching her thigh, before caressing upwards, unashamedly sliding between her fold, before drawing a wet path to her navel and higher, to the full curve of her breasts.<br><br>“I think I can stick around for as long as you want me”, he murmured huskily, leaning closer as he continued, his fingers now flicking an erect nipple, “And for as long as you need me. All I ask in return is your name and for you to tell me why exactly you want me to stick around.” <br><br>From his tone of voice, it was obvious he meant right at this moment, even as his fingers now flicked her other nipple, before spiralling her breast completely…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 20:52:25</strong>
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				Christine loved the way he moved so easily with her through the room and placed her on her bed.&nbsp; He was incredibly strong and did it without getting winded in the least.&nbsp; She watched as he undressed himself, her eyes caressing his flesh every step of the way.<br><br>Her eyes grew round at the site of his still erect cock and her lips twitched upward at the corners, though she suppressed the urge to smile outright.&nbsp; "Good Lord, " she whispered more to herself than to him.&nbsp; He was gorgeous, strong, and hung in a way that pushed every button in the right way.<br><br>His gentle touches were a prelude to more and she wasn't about to turn him away, but his question gave her pause.&nbsp; She looked at him intently when she realized that he hadn't been joking earlier, that he really didn't know who she was.&nbsp; Her hand reached out and stopped the one playing with her breast.<br><br>"You really don't know who I am, do you?" she said shaking her head in disbelief.&nbsp; How could anyone not know her face?&nbsp; He wasn't blind, that was for sure.&nbsp; She let out a short laugh and sucked in her lip before answering.<br><br>Surely he would recognize her name at the very least.&nbsp; She decided to make her brazen case for why he should stick around first.<br><br>"I want you to stay because you saved my life, and you are the best fuck I've had in ten years.&nbsp; I like your body and what you've done so far.&nbsp; I'm being candid here because I can't lie and tell you I love you...it's not love...not yet, anyway.&nbsp; It's pure, unadulterated lust and desire.&nbsp; Having you on my arm won't hurt my publicity either.&nbsp; Eye candy...you are the perfect eye candy.&nbsp; And, very likely more than that.&nbsp; But since all I know about you is that your name is Gabriel," she said, and here she drew out his name with a long drawl that had some clear sarcasm in it, after all, who the fuck names their kids after ancient spirits?, "and that you are totally pleasing to me physically, I can't go much further than that.&nbsp; You might have more hidden talents I don't know about yet...So, for now...I want you around for your body."<br><br>She shrugged and let go of his hand.&nbsp; Now for the kicker.<br><br>"I'm Christine Valens, CEO of the Northeastern Alliance, demigoddess among City people and leader of those WhoHave and despot to the Nots."&nbsp; Her voice was filled with resignation and a tiny bit of despair.&nbsp; If that didn't scare him away, she figured, nothing would.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:19:42</strong>
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				She told him who she was and the information registered in his mind. Knowledge flooded him again, almost overwhelming his now human brains, before it assimilated. So, she was the one in charge over this part of the world. The way she described herself, however, spoke of her dissatisfaction at the way the world seemed so divided between rich and poor, Haves and Nots and worse… she despised being seen as a despot.<br><br>That is why he was here. He was here to help her, to change things, to turn Earth back into the paradise it was supposed to be. To be a place of good, of equality. Many religions had tried, managing a status quo, where at least some of God’s values were upheld. But things had declined rapidly the past century, with monstrosities committed by man, over and over again, destroying the last remains of paradise.<br><br>Christine Valens was the first seed and he would be the gardener helping her grow, nurturing her and protecting her till she could spread her own seeds all over the world. He didn’t even mind the crass way she described him and his possible function. He rather liked the idea in fact, as it would be most pleasurable, as well as allowing him to stay close to her at all times and act as the subtle advisor he was supposed to be.<br><br>Her rolled on top of her, supported by his long, powerful arms and looked down on the gorgeous woman that held so much power and even more potential. There would be wars. There would be fights. But like the battle eons ago in Heaven between those that were loyal and those that fell, it was a necessity.<br><br>Looking down at her, he spoke, “Then, Christine Valens, CEO, I will be by your side. I will be your eye candy and I will keep saving you. And I will help you remove that despot title you tacked on. I think that would be a good start. But such things are for tomorrow.”<br><br>He leaned closer, pressing his erection against her womanhood, rubbing up and down slowly, so he could feel her folds spreading under his length and that hard nub down there touching him. <br><br>“I am Gabriel LeGauche, and you can have my body, as well as my hidden talents. I am completely at your service, starting now. So tell me, Christine”, he drew out the word as seductive as he could, rolling it over his tongue with a hint of his angelic voice attached to it, “what is the first service you require of your ‘eye candy’.” He grinned down at her, seductively, rubbing her more intensely and tensing his muscles, showing his most attractive features off even more.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 22:09:26</strong>
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				As Gabriel rolled on top of her, Christine couldn't help but liken his body to that of a shelter.&nbsp; She felt sheltered.&nbsp; It was an odd feeling, an extremely comforting in a strangely sexually exciting way.&nbsp; Her skin tingled and the hairs on her arms stood up charged and surrounded by tiny little bumps all over at his words.<br><br>His pledge to her sunk in slowly.&nbsp; The confidence and assuredness with which he spoke filled her with a strange sense of calm and...something else.&nbsp; She had to search her mind for it wasn't a word she heard very often any more.&nbsp; Ah...yes...Hope.&nbsp; <br><br>She lifted her arms to wrap around his neck and pushed her pelvis upward opening her flesh more toward his hard cock.&nbsp; She would catch him inside her easily enough with his next motion, answering his next question in one sweet movement.&nbsp; She searched his eyes for any trace of irony or sarcasm.&nbsp; But he looked and felt completely sincere.<br><br>He was too good to be true, and the name.&nbsp; Her heart swelled with the hope he had just given her all the while her brain warred with the feelings in her chest.&nbsp; Gabriel, the left hand of god?&nbsp; What the hell?&nbsp; Her brain screamed at her to push him away, to think through this, <em>just think for a minute!!</em>.&nbsp; He had to be a con-man, working an angle and she had bitten the line he'd tossed her like a hungry halibut.&nbsp; But, her heart, unaccustomed to the flush and excitement that hope gave it,&nbsp; overruled her brain, and the rest of her body followed happily.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 22:25:58</strong>
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				Her moving up was enough of an answer as he slid inside of her with his next motion, once more filling her, feeling her tight, wet walls clenching around him. It felt as wonderfully divine as the previous time. But with already more practice and knowledge under his belt and driven by the raw desire of her words and her body language, he moved like a more skilled lover already.<br><br>He started thrusting, with long, measured strokes, angling himself so he would touch all the perfect spots, while the base of his cock and his groin rubbed her clitoris with each move. Another piece of evidence, unknown to either of them, to prove he was made for her as a perfect match.<br><br>He slowly lowered himself, letting his hard chest hover just above hers, so with each thrusts, her breasts moved up and down, the tips of her hardened nipples brushing against his pectorals. His eyes darkened and gazed deep into hers, capturing her in his look, one that spoke of lust and fulfilment, as he kept moving in a steady rhythm. And no mater how she react, he kept moving like that, steadily in and out, neither fast nor slow, though hitting deep every single time and rubbing all the right spots.<br><br>And the seconds turned into minutes.<br><br>“You will have me completely, Christine. My body will service you in any way you can dream of. Say the word and I will please you however you desire”, he told her, his voice husky and powerful. And all the while, he kept thrusting, relentlessly, tirelessly and filling her completely, over and over again.<br><br>And the minutes turned into hours and still he didn’t stop, fucking her long and intense, never speeding up and enjoying the pleasure he brought her in a way that no ordinary human could comprehend.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 06:07:55</strong>
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				Christine's eyes met Gabriel's as he spoke.&nbsp; She couldn't begin to explain why she believed him.&nbsp; So many others had come to her with promises--all that had been broken.&nbsp; She had been alone for so long on so many levels, that Gabriel's mere presence, strong and filling and desirable consumed her entire being.<br><br>She dropped into a state of semi-trance as he fucked her, her legs alternately wrapping around his back for a while and then falling wide open to him.&nbsp; She came again and again until she thought her body had separated from her soul and she had reached a unique state of consciousness.<br><br>Finally, she told him to stop and to hold her in his arms and let her sleep.&nbsp; She had lost track of the number of orgasms she had, and yet her body was not in pain or sore like she would have expected.&nbsp; Instead, she felt a low level buzz and warmness from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.&nbsp; She snuggled into him and fell asleep with a soundness that she had not felt for years.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 08:24:11</strong>
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				It was mesmerizing to watch her enjoy herself so much. Orgasm after orgasm seemed to wash over her, in one continuous wave, bringing her into a state of being he couldn’t reach her, where he couldn’t even See her. In the end, she was clawing at him, holding on, telling him to stop and he did, even if he didn’t reach his own completion. Seeing her so bedazzled by pleasure he had invoked, it was more than enough satisfaction for him.<br><br>He now fully understood his task. He would be her guide, yes, her protector, too, but more, he would be her anchor, her companion, her advisor and he would be her saviour. There would be times he would likely need to literally save her life, but he would also be the saviour of her very being, giving her something to live for, something to enjoy, something to find solace and ecstasy to keep the burdened trials ahead of her bearable, to help her persevere through it all, through her task.<br><br>And as he rolled over, he held her in his arms, placing her gently with her cheek on his powerful chest, his arms over her shoulder and following her spine to where his hand rested on the low of her back, just above her behind. He could feel her bare breasts pressing against him, heaving, though slowing in pace as her breathing steadied and she drifted off to sleep. Her leg was entwined with his, and he could feel her breath tickling his skin.<br><br>Contently, not needing sleep as such just yet, he watched her. She was beautiful. And she looked strong. Even as her face relaxed in her sleep, a blissful little smile gracing her full lips, she appeared even younger than she was, the creases of worry and stress fading entirely. And then, she started mumbling, her little smile growing, as she entered the world of dreams. And it pleased Gabriel to know she was having a good dream. Deep inside of him, in a part of him where he had never felt anything before, he felt something stir. The hope that he had put that smile there and that he was the reason she had such a nice dream…<br><br>Slowly, he allowed himself to drift away, too, his mind connecting to the Source, revelling in its power, in its knowledge, in it feeling like his home, the ‘Heavens’ above. Though… it felt a little bit less like home than he imagined…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 06:36:39</strong>
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				Christine's sleep was filled with images that she hadn't had for a long time.&nbsp; Rolling fields of green.&nbsp; Forests of healthy trees.&nbsp; Clear water in lakes.&nbsp; The paradise that earth could be.&nbsp; She was flying close to the ground, but managed to not hit any of the trees or buildings that she came near.&nbsp; She was flying toward the city, and as she got closer she could see the outer walls of the city were gone, and it lay open to the space around it.&nbsp; The decrepit buildings along the low lying areas and outskirts were all rebuilt with new construction.&nbsp; &nbsp;At the edge of town was the new power plant.<br><br>She looked at it wondering how she knew that strange building was some strange new source of energy, but she just knew it--deep within.&nbsp; She turned back to the buildings of the city.&nbsp; Her own apartment building was visible in the skyline, still.&nbsp; Other new buildings and old buildings she recognized formed a harmonious and clean looking city.&nbsp; The green spaces below were clean and unlittered by trash or homeless people.&nbsp; <br><br>The flight through the city was wondrous.&nbsp; People, young and old were outside walking in the brightness of the day, but she knew with certainty that they would feel as comfortable and happy with walking at night.&nbsp; As she flew in low, people looked up and waved at her and blew kisses toward her.&nbsp; She was surprised by the notion and simply blew kisses back.&nbsp; People laughed and played and pointed with joy.&nbsp; <br><br>Then, she felt a shift in her body and looked down, realizing that she wasn't flying herself, but strong arms encircled her.&nbsp; She recognized them at once as Gabriel's and turned her upper body around, straining to twist her head to look at him.&nbsp; It was then she saw the powerful wings he was using to support them both.&nbsp; She kissed him on the cheek and ran her hands along his arms.&nbsp; She was in love and happy.&nbsp; Her heart was filled to overflowing with joy.<br><br>As the alarm clock hit 6:04, the radio blared the latest quotes from the market, Christine's dream was scattered and she fought to pull in the tiny tendrils of the feelings it had created in her.&nbsp; &nbsp; She stretched slowly, thinking the entire evening before had been part of that wondrous dream.&nbsp; That is, until she realized she really was in the arms of a man.&nbsp; She sat up and twisted to look at the man who was in her bed.&nbsp; She peered over his shoulders and saw no wings.&nbsp; Her laugh was just as much relief as it was disappointment.<br><br>"I just had the strangest dream, " she said, not necessarily to him, but just aloud as if to test the reality she felt she was in.&nbsp; She turned to Gabriel and ran her hand along his cheek.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm glad you are still here," she said, her lips glancing across his.&nbsp; "I don't really understand how you ended up right where I needed you," she said shaking her head.&nbsp; "I guess I'm just lucky."<br><br>She sat up further, the covers falling down to her waist and stretched her arms above her head.&nbsp; "Why don't we send for your stuff and have you move in with me?&nbsp; I know it's sort of sudden, but I don't want you to be too far from me for some reason."&nbsp; <br><br>And it wasn't just the great, amazing, awe-inspiring, mind-bending sex they'd had the night before.&nbsp; She felt attached to him and a bit protective of him though he was her protector.&nbsp; He had an innocence about him that she liked and wanted to keep safe.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 09:45:59</strong>
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				He was awake well before her, watching her, enjoying the feel of her warm body pressed against his, under the thin sheets covering them. He watched how her blissful dream was interrupted by the alarm clock. He had been tempted to slip into her mind and see what it was about. He restrained himself and allowed her to wake up. She looked delicious, naked under the thin sheets, her curves on full display under thin silk, as she stretched out. He watched her appreciatively.<br><br>When she became aware he was there, she told him how glad she was with him there, how lucky she was. And then, she offered something very appealing. To move in with her. He raised an eyebrow and decided to be truthful, to test her potential for himself and admitted, “I suppose you’d call me a Not, as everything I own, everything I have already is inside your penthouse. I didn’t exactly have a house or apartment before, nor any other possessions.”<br><br>Strictly speaking, he was telling the truth. He didn’t own a house or apartment, though he did have a home. It wasn’t the kind defined by walls and a roof, though. He watched her intently, trying to judge her reaction, though he added more to his answer.<br><br>“In any case, I would be honoured and pleased if I could live with you. I want to stay close to you, too and not just because you have an amazingly sexy body.”<br><br>As he said this, he trailed his strong hand up over her flat stomach, to the curve of her breasts, his eyes clearly showing his appreciation, though he didn’t make any other moves, awaiting her reaction to his confessions. Would she stay strong and keep her offer up? Or would she do what was easy and kick him out, not wanting to be seen with a ‘Not’, for all intents and purposes, by her side.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 21:08:30</strong>
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				Christine didn't make it to her position without having a particularly good ability to retain a calm expression regardless of where her mind might leap.&nbsp; The term "poker face" was barely able to describe her uncanny ability to mask, from most people anyway, exactly what she was really thinking.&nbsp; Gabriel had, however, caught her a bit off guard.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes widened as he admitted to being a "Not."&nbsp; A visceral sort of fear gripped at her gut for a moment, and she tensed.&nbsp; She relaxed almost as quickly putting on her usual "processing life, I'm fine, nothing is wrong" smile she used in tricky situations.&nbsp; She needed to slow her mind and keep up with the flood of emotions that were passing through her.&nbsp; This was no small matter.<br><br>Her guards had probably seen through him last night.&nbsp; That would explain the looks on their faces when she over road their obvious desire to boot Gabriel from her presence.&nbsp; She'd whisked away their concerns with a simple movement of her hand. <br><br>The Nots.&nbsp; They were part of her constituency and she regularly tried to make contact with them and worked openly to help them.&nbsp; But they were always a "them" to her in her mind and in all negotiations.&nbsp; It wasn't that she wanted it to be that way.&nbsp; Her ideals, especially long ago, were such that she wanted exactly what she had seen in her dream.&nbsp; A bright future where everyone had access to food, clothing, shelter and happiness.&nbsp; She'd set that dream aside years before when the stark realities of everything had begun to weigh in on her.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't feel she had been corrupted so much as beaten down.&nbsp; Her mind did several flip-flops in the space of just a few seconds. S he was certain he could see her hesitation, but that would be normal.&nbsp; Sitting in a silk covered bed in the most exclusive penthouse in all of the city next to a naked Not.&nbsp; A very handsome and special naked Not, but still, he would be looked upon as a Not by everyone in her cadre and her staff.&nbsp; They would view him with suspicion and work openly to see him disappear from her life just because of where he came from.&nbsp; The fact he'd gotten into her bed in the course of an hour's acquaintance would get out, and it would be messy.<br><br>She looked away for a moment and closed her eyes.&nbsp; It would take a great deal of something...courage?&nbsp; Attitude? Energy?&nbsp; She wasn't sure what, frankly.&nbsp; But something inside her, very deep down and buried away, told her that Gabriel would be worth whatever the cost she had to pay.&nbsp; That having him by her side, regardless of his humble beginnings, would be more powerful than not having him there.&nbsp; He had given her something no one else from her own social strata hadn't given her in years.&nbsp; The hope she'd felt last night still buoyed her and flooded her being.<br><br>She turned back to him and met his eyes.&nbsp; "My advisers are going to give me un-precedented loads of shit over this.&nbsp; Hell, I'm having a hard time with it."&nbsp; She was always frank with lovers.&nbsp; It was important to her to have one place in the world where she was true to herself and those she was with.&nbsp; In bed was the place.&nbsp; She sighed and shook her head.&nbsp; "I can't quite believe this."<br><br>She looked him over, his hair, eyes, upper body and fell back onto her pillow closing her eyes.&nbsp; She lifted a hand to her temple and said, "Holy fucking jesus.&nbsp; I can't believe I've gone out and picked up a Not without even recognizing it." <br><br>She laughed then.&nbsp; It was the laughter of someone who realizes that they can't get away from something, that they are caught up in something bigger than they can manage.&nbsp; <br><br>She flipped back onto her side facing him and put her head in her hand, with her elbow resting on the pillow.&nbsp; "I guess this will need some special spin doctors.&nbsp; So instead of going to pick up your stuff, we'll need to get you some clothes.&nbsp; And at least one pair of shoes."&nbsp; She reached a hand out to touch his cheek.&nbsp; She cringed at the tiny bit inside her that recoiled in fear that if she were to touch him, the spell would break and a haggered old used up beggar would be in the bed next to her instead of the beautiful gift from last night.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her hand fell gently against his cheek, and of course, nothing happened.&nbsp; He was still there, looking at her with an expression she was not sure she understood.&nbsp; She was in bed with a fucking leper, and, as she looked to the inner depths of her own being, she wasn't really worried about it.&nbsp; Something told her everything would be okay.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Better than okay.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 10:05:49</strong>
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				Despite her trying to keep up an unconcerned smile, Gabriel could see how Christine struggled with the confession. While it wasn’t true per say, for all intents and purposes, it had been a truthful confession. And a test. One she hadn’t failed so far, as she absorbed it, thinking it over, processing it. But she hadn’t passed it, either, just yet. He had seen how her eyes had widened in shock and he knew it was a veritable hit to her ideas and thoughts. She was the CEO of the Haves and she had taken a lover from her polar opposites. She had offered to keep him by her side and now she would have to deal with the whole world of Haves seeing her with a Not by her side, giving her a hard time… or dumping him.<br><br>She had the potential, but this could make or break the deal. If she failed… Gabriel would probably have to work hard to make her succeed in the future, or he would be recalled, and would have to wait for the next Potential to come along. He sincerely hoped she would succeed, though.<br><br>He appreciated her being frank about her thoughts, too. It showed a promise for honesty, something rarely seen nowadays. And at her following comments, he had to chuckle outright, while he watched her deliciously naked self working herself into a tizzy over it. The swear word regarding Jesus was especially funny. If only she knew. His boss would be laughing, too. She was the next ‘Jesus’ so to speak, though she wasn’t the Daughter of God.<br><br>When she touched his cheek, he smiled at her in return, having enjoyed her laughter, too. “Christine”, he addressed her, using the tone of voice she seemed to like so much, “I thought the lack of shoes would have been a dead giveaway. Though, I suppose I was far cleaner than you expected. Or was it my dazzling good looks that confounded your senses too much to notice that little detail?” He was teasing her now, before he pulled aside the sheet completely. Being an angel, he didn’t know much about modesty, so unabashedly, he got up out of bed, naked and in full glory.<br><br>“Buying clothes and shoes sound good. But first I need to… I need to eat”, he added, almost embarrassedly as his stomach growled to emphasise his request. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but just like sex and breathing, knowing it meant he needed food was instinctual. “I don’t want to impose on you, though. You don’t have to feed me, or buy me things. And even if you don’t want me to be too close to you in public, I will still keep my promise.” He now offered her this way out, as she had passed the first test. While she had been shocked, she had accepted him nevertheless as a Not and was already trying to spin things so he would be more generally accepted as well. The first step to helping all Nots.<br><br>Then, he got a wicked little idea, her introducing him to sex having unlocked a lot of new knowledge and instincts. He smiled seductively, crossing his arms so the definition of his every muscle sharpened, while he suggested, “Or are we going to work out a deal where I pay you physically in return for food, clothes and shelter?” Again, he gave a suggestive look over her appealing naked curves, his eyes showing mirth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 17:51:54</strong>
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				Christine got out of bed as he did, but picked up the silk robe she kept on the small chair next to the bed.&nbsp; She wrapped herself in it, more out of habit than out of feeling a need to cover her nakedness.&nbsp; He was so beautiful that she found it rather difficult to not want to just look at him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, you had just saved my life in a rather dramatic way," she said.&nbsp; "I was certainly overcome with a number of emotions when you appeared and dispatched those who were threatening me."<br><br>She headed toward the kitchen, talking over her shoulder as she went.&nbsp; "I don't know, Gabriel.&nbsp; You may be a Not, but you are different.&nbsp; Maybe it's because you've managed to get a shower recently.&nbsp; Maybe it's the fact that you are so unbelievably handsome my womanly senses overcame the basic fear I have of Nots."<br><br>She flipped the switch on the coffee machine and opened the refrigerator.&nbsp; Peering inside she took an inventory of the possibilities.&nbsp; She opened the carton of milk and sniffed.&nbsp; Still good.&nbsp; She wasn't a bad cook, but she wasn't home much to do much of it.&nbsp; <br><br>His last two suggestions set her to thinking for a moment before responding.&nbsp; Turning to face him with a carton of eggs in her hand she said, "No."<br><br>It came out clear and simple.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly sure where it had come from, but a spark of something was growing in the back of her mind.&nbsp; Elusive, and yet almost visible, like the threads of a dream that had shifted away.&nbsp; She looked inward to catch a better look, and it hit her fully and retreated again in an instant.&nbsp; She put a hand to her temple that slid to her cheek.<br><br>She looked at him in consternation and shook her head. <br><br>"Gabriel, I don't know how to explain this...but..." she shook her head again and walked to the coffee machine.&nbsp; She placed a cup under the dual spouts, but didn't push the button yet.&nbsp; She turned back to him.<br><br>"You showing up like that last night...out of the blue...rescuing me.&nbsp; Then, whatever you call what we did last night...wild sex, making love..a bit of both, I think, actually..." her voice trailed off for a moment as she tried to process everything that had been happening.&nbsp; "Look.&nbsp; Being CEO is...staggeringly difficult.&nbsp; I was elected to do a job but once I was in place, I realized the impossibilities that lay before me.&nbsp; I've been struggling for the last two years trying to do something meaningful, and I've found little success. I've been thwarted over and over again either by the board of directors, the lower electorate or by my own advisers."<br><br>She drew strength from that little thread of hope she'd been cast.<br><br>"The long and short of it is this.&nbsp; It's more than time that I...do something.&nbsp; Courageous.&nbsp; Different.&nbsp; Shake the boat.&nbsp; I've been stagnating and drifting further and further from the things I thought I believed.&nbsp; Putting a Not at my side--and not just in bed--would be an act that would both be profound and...changing," she said.&nbsp; <br><br>"And no, I won't have you be my gigolo.&nbsp; You must have some skills--something I can use to promote you as my 'new adviser on Not Urban Policy' or some such.&nbsp; People won't care who I sleep with, not that much, anyway.&nbsp; But, if I openly hire you as an adviser, you won't be living off me that way--that's going to be huge...headline news kind of huge," she said, "And, I won't force you to stay here.&nbsp; You are welcome to stay, I want you.&nbsp; I want you in my bed, but I don't want you to feel that the only way you'll have room and board is being forced to stay with me," she said.<br><br>She realized she had been on the verge of incoherence.&nbsp; She spun around again and pushed the button on the coffee machine, setting it in motion, grinding and brewing.&nbsp; The noise it made was loud enough to forestall conversation for a few minutes.&nbsp; Had she actually just hired a Not to join her board?&nbsp; It was insane.&nbsp; Completely, utterly, fucking, insane.&nbsp; And yet, it felt completely, totally, and absolutely just.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 19:02:40</strong>
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				Gabriel listened attentively, teasing grin never once leaving his lips, as she kept working herself up in a growing tizzy, heading for the kitchen, trying to brew coffee or something and cook some eggs, while babbling an endless monologue, discussing all kinds of options for him and her to work out. He kept grinning, as it was rather amusing to watch and listen. He could sense her working herself into some confusion and uncertainty, her fears playing her parts, but he remained calm and attentive all the while.<br><br>She looked like she needed this, like she needed to be able to work this out with herself. And in the end, she was scared of her own proposition addressed to him, so much so that she turned away and finally focussed on actually starting something resembling breakfast. Unnoticed and still beautifully naked as she had put it, he walked up to her, his footfalls silent.<br><br>Once behind her, he reached out, placing his strong, warm hands on her now cloth covered sides. He pulled her an inch back, allowing her to lean against his powerful chest, as he moved her so her head could fall back and rest on his shoulder. He watched how the beautiful woman moved into his hold. She had called it making love, which intrigued him. It sounded very promising. And the rest of what she said, the confessions about her beliefs, the roadblocks at every way… he would help her with those hurdles.<br><br>So, instead of asking her difficult questions, instead of making things complicated, he just whispered in her ear, warmly, caringly, “Thank you. If you help me pick out clothes to make me worthy of standing by your side, I will be there, facing the lions. I promise to never abandon you, to never leave you to your fate. If you want me to, if you need me to, I will be there as your rock. And don’t be afraid for me. I can handle everything anyone can throw at me.”<br><br>His hands slid up, gently, over her stomach, to her breasts, cupping them, sensually, but not meant to grope her. “Christine… I would love to move in with you. I don’t feel pressured. Don’t you think I feel the same way about you? Even If I never felt this way before… I know this is what I want. You are what I want. The question is, can you accept me? Can you accept that I will have no past? That I will only have a future by your side?”<br><br>He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, before releasing her breasts, sensually and caringly caressing up and down her robe covered stomach. He kissed her neck, following the line with a soft trail to her collarbone. “There is one condition, though…”, he murmured, his voice teasing her again, “I want the first cup of coffee.” He joked, hoping to make her smile and take her mind off of things.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 22:21:03</strong>
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				Christine's hands wrapped around the warm cup of coffee as he spoke, her not-too long, but perfectly manicured nails glinting in contrast against the color of the glaze.&nbsp; She felt warm an comforted by his very presence.&nbsp; He spoke so calmly and with such conviction, she felt that small seed of hope he had planted the night before continue to germinate and grow inside her.&nbsp; Was he here to help her pull herself out of whatever funk and state of ineptness she had fallen into?<br><br>She leaned her head back against his shoulder and pressed back against him enjoying the feeling.&nbsp; She felt warm.&nbsp; Safe.&nbsp; Comfortable.&nbsp; And this last surprised her.&nbsp; She hadn't felt comfortable in a very, very long time.&nbsp; He was a Not, but he was different than others she'd known.&nbsp; He had something different about him--his very being radiated something greater than he seemed at first glance.&nbsp; She knew that he was special and unlike other Nots.&nbsp; But, it wouldn't matter to the rest of the world.&nbsp; When she introduced him to the press, to her board to anyone else, they would look at him as a nothing, a creature on the lowest level of the social echelons and unworthy of consideration.&nbsp; He was uneducated and unknown.&nbsp; She would face great opposition from all angles.<br><br>She laughed at his last request and brought the cup of coffee up to his hands so he could take the cup from her.&nbsp; "All right, Gabriel.&nbsp; I want you here.&nbsp; You walked into my life right when I needed someone the most."<br><br>She put another cup under the spout on the machine and pushed the button.&nbsp; She waited until the noise had stopped and her own cup had been dispensed.&nbsp; Then, she told him something she hadn't even admitted to herself last night.&nbsp; "When I went for a walk last night, a part of me was hoping that something would happen to me.&nbsp; Something...to end..everything..I was...in despair.&nbsp; A small part of me was relieved when I was attacked, as if...I wouldn't have to go on feeling so...useless."<br><br>She took a sip of her coffee, still not looking directly at him.&nbsp; "When you just...jumped in and saved me...I didn't know what to think.&nbsp; But now...I have to take it as a positive sort of...sign.&nbsp; That sounds all religious or mystical or whatever, but I don't know what else to make of it."<br><br>She was ashamed to have admitted the feeling of despair and wanting to give up.&nbsp; Would he still be her buoy? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 11:37:32</strong>
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				He took a sip of the hot coffee, letting the rich, bitter flavour wash over his tongue. It tasted worse than he imagined, yet far more appealing at the same time. Still, when her words hit him, he placed the cup down, before taking her own cup from her hands and placing it next to his own on the counter. He turned to watch her and grasped her delicate hands in his. He could feel her strength and the contrasting weakness at the same time, feeding on her insecurity, on her shame and the despair that now echoed through every fibre of her being.<br><br>His eyes focussed on hers, as his hands held hers tighter, offering her his own strength, letting it seep into her. He smiled slightly, showing her he was still here, for her. <br><br>“Christine, don’t let yourself be weighed down by that despair any longer. Don’t let your shoulders hang and don’t be afraid of admitting such things to me”, he told her, his voice firm and decisive. He thought about the irony of her words, about it being a religious or mystical sign. The Creator surely had a sense of humour and terrific timing. It was no coincidence that Gabriel had been sent right at that time and appeared right at that location. He was sure of it.<br><br>“Draw courage and hope from this sign. Even I know what you are talking about, maybe more than most. Do you think it a coincidence that we met? Do you think it a coincidence that in your time of greatest need, in your weakest moment, I found myself in your path, saving you and ready to give you the strength to face your burden anew?”<br><br>His voice grew more mysterious, as he hinted at something more with his words, yet not saying it.<br><br>“Perhaps I was sent, perhaps I am the sign you need to do what you originally wanted. Perhaps the Lord himself sees what you need and he made sure I was there to provide. I am here now. Don’t give up, Christine. Don’t ever give up. And I will be by your side, I will be your anchor, your buoy and I will face any opposition you might encounter by your side. I swear so.”<br><br>He hoped his words and the resolve found in those words showed themselves truly to her. And he meant what he vowed. It was his purpose, his mission. But not only that… It was what he wanted now, to be there for and with Christine.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 02:02:44</strong>
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				Christine looked at the earnest face before her and saw the gentleness there.&nbsp; It seemed to her that this must be too good to be true.&nbsp; The wave of regular cynicism washed over her and away as the newer and powerful feelings crept into her. There was something about this man that forced away the negativism she had developed lately.&nbsp; The feeling of hope that had imbued her body continued to build and feed on itself even as her internal struggles warred against hit.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands squeezed his back gently.<br><br>"I'd like to believe you,more than anything, Gabriel.&nbsp; And, I will do my best to keep you to that promise," she said.&nbsp; So many people had promised her so many things.&nbsp; Her experience with such promises were that they didn't last.&nbsp; A difficulty here or there would lead them to breaking.<br><br>"If you have to break it, I'll even forgive you, Gabriel.&nbsp; It isn't easy keeping a promise to someone in my position," she said.&nbsp; She kissed him o the nose and pulled one hand free.&nbsp; She reached for his coffee and pushed it into his hand before grabbing her own cup.<br><br>She put it to her lips and drank.&nbsp; She loved coffee, and she didn't want to let it get cold.&nbsp; It was one of those things that had disappeared for years.&nbsp; They'd managed to put together a coalition to rebuild enough forest in Mesomerica to regain the crops.&nbsp; Ironically, the natives who had been driven out of the trade in the 20th century were now in control and living the high life.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was expensive beyond belief, but she was able to get a regular supply because of her position.&nbsp; <br><br>"You'll be a big hit with my staff," she said.&nbsp; "Actually, I'm sure the women will all like you just because you are so fucking gorgeous.&nbsp; The men...they will look at you and want to rip you to shreds.&nbsp; No one has gotten into my bed as fast as you did, and, frankly, your position of nothing won't make it easy for them to swallow."<br><br>She kissed his nose, "But I believe you.&nbsp; Things are going to work out.&nbsp; And we're talking major changes..."<br><br>She shivered slightly as the flesh on her arms prickled and the hair pushed upward.&nbsp; She could just feel that something big had just happened even though she wasn't entirely sure what.&nbsp; She shrugged it off quickly and suggested they make breakfast and get on with their day. <br><br>"Clothing, shoes..." she said, and continued with a brief list of everything they'd need to do to make him presentable to the world.&nbsp; She realized the paperwork trail might be the biggest problem.&nbsp; She didn't need to get onto the system to know that she'd find nothing when she tried to search on his name.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 14:54:24</strong>
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				With some divine intervention, things went faster, smoother and easier than expected. Of course, Christine didn’t know that. But Gabriel could alter the odds quite a bit, the odds on anything, even if some things cost a lot of power. Still, some things were strange and new to him as well and he hardly knew how to react to them.<br><br>For one thing, he didn’t understand how a woman could get so excited about forcing him to fit article after article of clothing. She seemed positively giddy, forcing him in the small, almost claustrophobic little room with the curtain and yet another piece of clothing, which he was forced to change into, before stepping out and showing it of to her. Swiftly, two piles grew, one they would take and one that would go back to the racks. Oddly, she seemed to be really conflicted, almost of the opinion everything fitted him well.<br><br>One instance of him altering the odds were when she was running something she called an decryption program, trying to get into the database of her own government. As he understood it, she had to do this under the table, or there would be too many fingers pointing at her and questioning her. He influenced the permutations, making the right solution pop up almost immediately, before any alarms could go off. It only took a few hours to fill in paperwork that gave him a bit of a traceable, though fake background. He would remain a nothing by origin, but one that worked himself up somehow and now could tread in the area of the Haves. <br><br>They spent dinner together and another highly passionate night. The next morning, an ordinary Monday, came all to soon, though. She had to go to her office in the capitol building. And Gabriel would be joining her. Squaring his shoulders and pushing away any nervousness, he dressed himself up in the charcoal suit and the navy blue shirt she had picked out for him in the store. It fit him perfectly, emphasising his physique, his dark hair and his silver eyes. Standing in the hallway of her Penthouse, he waited for her, ready to escort her to her work, while mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of disapproving looks, questions and comments his appearance would garner. He would stand strong, however, he would never falter or leave her side.<br><br>-<br><br>At the same time as God sent his most trusted warrior to watch over and guide the new Messiah, the forces of Darkness, the ones that had corrupted this world in the recent decades to bring it to its desperate, current situation, did not remain idle. For many millennia, they had been preparing for this moment. They had been working towards it with all their might, finally knowing the success they craved when the righteousness of the people started to fade and the seven sins, headed by pride and greed, fuelled by lust and envy, took the hearts of men and women alike, leading the world to where it was now.<br><br>The apocalypse was coming. Revelations were coming true. But now, they could all sense the agent send by the Almighty to prevent the end of his Creation. And to counter him, the Darkness sent its four most powerful agents, the heralds of the End.<br><br>Famine strolled out of the ever spreading deserts of Africa and in his wake, more crops than ever wilted and died. <br><br>Death stalked the plains of central Asia, where once more tribes of new nomads took up arms, leaving a path of death and destruction in their wake as they pillaged and plundered.<br><br>Plague stepped out of an airplane in the Charles de Gaulle airport of Paris. The people on his flight now all were infected with a new type of deadly flu.<br><br>And War? War became the new advisor to the Triad of Asia, the ruling organ in the continent. And whispers of the North-Western rebuilding wealth made it to their ears, whispers of new oil supplies in the north of Canada, new veins of iron and aluminium under the mountains that rose in the latest quake of the San-Andreas fault line and repopulated schools of fish in the Gulf of Mexico. Greed drove them to consider his whispers, to believe the rumours and… to start arming themselves again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 19:56:01</strong>
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				Christine had to admit that Gabriel was different than any other Not she'd ever been around.&nbsp; Truly strange, actually, but not in a scary way.&nbsp; More...that he was sweet and vulnerable seeming and yet completely masculine and capable.&nbsp; There were times when they made love when she wanted to tuck him into her arms and hold him as if to comfort him.&nbsp; And then, there were moments when he was the rock she needed to lean against.&nbsp; She'd never felt so comfortable with anyone before.<br><br>The shopping trip confounded her.&nbsp; Given the system, she would have expected any Not to be overwhelmed with the experience, but he seemed to find it difficult in ways she couldn't quite understand or put her finger on.&nbsp; He didn't understand certain basics that even any Not should.&nbsp; It was as though he had materialized from another dimension or something equally impossible.<br><br>He did, however, look good in the clothes. And, once dressed, he looked like he could fit in anywhere.&nbsp; It was true, you could dress up anyone to look like they belonged.&nbsp; He started off looking good, though, and now, in high quality clothing, he looked better than good.<br><br>As the limo pulled up to the front of the Executive Office Building, she reached over and squeezed his hand as much to reassure herself as to reassure him.&nbsp; The limo stopped between ropes that held back people waiting for a glimpse of their leader.&nbsp; Police stood every four feet on the inside of the ropes, with their batons in their hands, ready to phase anyone who crossed the line.<br><br>She stepped out of the car and, instead of having him follow her, she waited for him to step up to her side.&nbsp; As was her custom, she stepped to one set of ropes and shook the hands of the people closest to her.&nbsp; All were Haves who had stood there for a while with the chance they might see her.&nbsp; She gave them all cordial greetings and even signed a few autographs when asked.&nbsp; She smiled at their cameras and noticed several of them looking at Gabriel with open interest.<br><br>"Who's the man?&nbsp; New adviser?" asked a voice she recognized as Peter Kirkmellon, the official state reporter.&nbsp; He stood inside the rope with a camera in hand.<br><br>Christine had prepared for this moment.&nbsp; Smiling she stepped away from the crowds with an apologetic smile and toward Peter.&nbsp; <br><br>"As a matter of fact, Peter," she said,"This is Gabriel LeGauche, my new adviser and friend.&nbsp; He has come to help me forge a new peace in these troubled times.&nbsp; Today, we are presenting some new ideas to the Board as a whole, and we hope to make a longer, more detailed press announcement later today or tomorrow."<br><br>Deftly, she put her hand on Gabriel's arm and guided him past the stunned looking Peter before he could ask anything else.&nbsp; The doors opened automatically to let them through and into the security annex.&nbsp; &nbsp;She walked purposefully toward her private entrance, ordering the staff to allow Gabriel through with her,&nbsp; and waited patiently while the scans were completed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The elevator was empty and she pulled him toward her.&nbsp; It was a tall building and the elevators were slow.&nbsp; "That was easier than I thought it would be.&nbsp; Peter can be rather...talkative, but I think he was just too stunned to ask anything else.&nbsp; I haven't brought a new adviser on board in quite awhile, and I've never arrived in the morning with one on my arm.&nbsp; Let alone one that looks like an Adonis.&nbsp; I'm pretty sure Peter is gay."<br><br>She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.&nbsp; "I doubt we'll have another chance to touch each other all day long," she said.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>G
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 08:12:00</strong>
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				Somehow knowing exactly what she wanted and needed, Gabriel returned the kiss with passion, deepening it. The elevator was so slow, they id have a little bit of time. His hands slid down her sides, over her waist, to her hips. Slipping to the back, following a now almost familiar path, he cupped her tight ass through her skirt. With a deft move ,he lifted her, parting her legs slightly, before wrapping them around him.<br><br>Pushing forward, his crotch rubbed into the apex of her legs, barely covered by her hiked up skirt and panties. His growing bulge was obvious, grinding lightly into her, while his lips kept claiming her, his tongue seeking and gaining entrance, caressing her lips, her tongue and entering a now more familiar dance of passion and want.<br><br>He knew exactly what to give her, his kiss and moves aimed at working her up.<br><br>Finally breaking the kiss, the handsome angel looked at the ‘Chosen One’, raw desire permeating his aura. His hands massaged the cheeks of her ass, his growing bulge still rubbing between her legs. His deep voice, husky with his desire, whispered hotly against her skin, “Adonis, eh?” <br><br>Smirking, he pushed his hips forward, pushing the entire length of his erection up and down her covered pussy, before stepping back, a mere three seconds before the elevator dinged, signifying its arrival on the top floor. “I am sure you’ll find other opportunities to touch or use your boytoy Adonis throughout the day and night, Christine. I am always available to you and to no one else, not even that gay Peter”, he added teasingly, before the doors slid open, revealing the massive, penthouse board room, overlooking all of the city.<br><br>A large table stood at the centre, thirty seats around it. Only one of those wasn’t occupied, at the head of the table. Gabriel’s eyes narrowed somewhat, for while outside, Nots were going hungry and thirsty, here, sparkling champagne, all kinds of coffees and a royal buffet stood to one side, for the leaders of this almost broken world. And he could feel their eyes on him, probing him, assessing him and dismissing him easily…<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 06:50:42</strong>
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				The mood of the room shifted a bit as Christine entered.&nbsp; She recognized that most people were put at ease by her presence.&nbsp; She was not particularly easy to ruffle in the day to day affairs, or at least she never let it show.&nbsp; Her ability to stay focused and on task was one that had served her well.&nbsp; <br><br>She said good morning to the group around the table and walked to the buffet.&nbsp; Picking up two glasses of champagne she handed one to Gabriel and held it up as for making a toast.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ladies and gentlemen," she said, "I have no doubt that you've already been informed that I have a new adviser and companion.&nbsp; Gabriel LeGuache will be joining me at every meeting I have.&nbsp; I think that you will be surprised by his insights."<br><br>Samual Goodwin stood up and held up his own glass in response, though it was half-hearted.&nbsp; "His history is rather elusive, Chairman Valens.&nbsp; Do you think it wise to have someone...of his...erm...background...serve openly as an adviser?"<br><br>Christine moved to her seat and stood in front of it rather than sitting down. <br><br>"You all watch the news.&nbsp; You know what's going on in the world.&nbsp; We are at the tipping point of several crises that will bring human kind to its knees.&nbsp; It's time,ladies and gentlemen, to end the artificial divisions of the past and bring about real change.&nbsp; The type of change that we need to heal our broken systems.&nbsp; If we don't, all humanity will be lost," she said.<br><br>The others looked at each other fearfully.&nbsp; It is what people do when they see change heading their way--fear.&nbsp; She could see that they were afraid of losing what they had.&nbsp; Their homes, their privileges, their precious possessions.&nbsp; Their standing. Each one feared something different, perhaps, but that's what it all came down to.<br><br>She put down her glass of champagne and walked around the table, placing her hands on the shoulders of each of her cabinet members as she passed them and saying their names in turn.<br><br>"We are the most powerful and influential leaders on the planet.&nbsp; If we don't stem our own fear of change, there is no hope for anyone else.&nbsp; Please, know that it won't happen over night, but, it's coming...and if we help shape the change, we'll all be better off for it," she said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If we wait for outright violent revolution, we'll be no better off than the old kings and queens of Europe who lost their heads."<br><br>She had reached her seat at the table again.&nbsp; This time she sat down and clasped her hands in front of her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let's begin with our daily meeting.&nbsp; With each briefing, I'd like us to consider how we can work to shape the changes needed to overcome the problem--not just...keep it at bay," she said.&nbsp; "And,&nbsp; I know you will hate this idea, but let's put profit motives aside for the discussion.&nbsp; Let's say that we don't need to stay in the black and see where we can go with a little bit of creativity.&nbsp; Let's spend some of that surplus."&nbsp; <br><br>Christine had wanted to bring all of this to the table before, but hadn't felt so supported or buoyed before.&nbsp; She glanced at Gabriel and smiled.&nbsp; He made it so easier to bring all of this to the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: the Fall and Rise of Angel and Man (Arkaniel and Cecilia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 12:50:13</strong>
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				While she said the words that caused the others to feel fear, Gabriel stood behind her, just to the left as his name implied. He was not the right hand man to anyone. He did not offer advice and did not deliver cool analysis’s. No. He was and always had been God’s left hand, the sword and shield of the Lord, as opposed to the messenger spreading the Word. And now, he would fulfil the same role for the chosen Messiah, even if he could feel in his very blood that the enemy of all that she stood for, the End of Creation, was stirring, ready to counter his intervention.<br><br>He was her rock, her fortress. He was here to give her hope and protection and he would fulfil this role to the best of his abilities, even if it meant giving his immortal life. For in this shape, however powerful his Grace was, he was as mortal as any man. <br><br>He faced down the thirty leaders sitting around the table, disgusted by them, wallowing in luxury and unwilling to help others. For what? Out of fear they would have to buy a bottle of champagne less a year? It was ridiculous and an embarrassment for humankind. <br><br>Crossing his arms over his impressive chest, he looked down at Christine, his steely gaze softening to a soft smile aimed only at her, before his gaze snapped back when Bart Weston spoke up.<br><br>“Miss Valens, we cannot afford to spend our surplus. It is needed to sustain the way of life of our society. The Haves will be the ones revolting should we take away from the privileges that comes with their status. Besides, how could we do our honoured citizens short and spend that money, no, waste that money on ungrateful nots that can only take, take and take, but give nothing.”<br><br>That is when Gabriel spoke up. He drew on his Grace, the Angelic power simmering inside of him, and let it lace his voice, speaking to them all with power, fortitude and a rebuke in his words. “Those same Nots would be happy to share or even give back, if only they had something to give. They have nothing and the only thing to look forward to is the warm embrace of death in the cold of a hungry night, hoping that Heaven awaits them in stead of the living hell that is all you will allow them here on Earth.”<br><br>He started walking, steadily, yet slowly walking a circle around the table, each of his words more penetrating and fierce than the last, as he continued, “Why do you sit here? To lead, is it not? Then what is wrong by showing what true leadership is? By setting an example, by following the values that made all nations great before the decline. By sharing and cherishing, by protecting and giving. Do unto others as you would be done to. Does that not ring a bell? You appear to neglect and stonewall people. People that only want food and safety. People that want to belong, yet don’t find a home to belong to. Take the first steps towards them and allow them to take similar steps in your direction. And once you will meet half-way, you will have the prosperity and the peace you are all craving, yet you now only have an illusion off.”<br><br>He was almost orating, purposefully twisting his words to not place any direct blame at their feet. He made it sound like a suggesting, speaking in such a way as if he was putting their own thoughts and motivations to words and hopefully stirring those same things in their hearts.<br><br>When he completed the circle, he stopped talking, standing still behind Christine, placing a steady hand on her shoulder. He squeezed it reassuringly, standing tall and proud and looking at them with the same hope he wanted to give Christine.<br>
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