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"Now that I think about it, there was that one time..." Granted, he was a she at the time.

Gabriel eyes Dean from the corner of his eye as he drinks a little more. He's seriously thinking about actually making a move now.

Now he's got Dean's curiosity piqued and he looks at him quizzically.

"Oh yeah? What one time? One of your fake ladies get all quivery below the beltline when you gave her a little nookie?"

"I'm talking about New Year's, smartass," Gabriel says, setting his drink down before disappearing and reappearing while straddling Dean's lap. He's going to consider mention of New year's to be enough warning about the kiss he was now pressing on him.

Dean blinks, barely registering he has a lapful of Gabriel before there's a mouth pressed against his and it seems that Gabriel has finally taken him up on all of the challenges he's made. He freezes, brain stuttering to a halt for a moment. Then a little voice pipes up with 'Oh well. What the hell' and he is pressing right back, fingers of his free hand clutching at his shirt.

See what happens when you just go ahead and give it a try, Gabriel?

Pouring two and three-fourths bottles of Pagan liquor into himself probably helped. He hadn't really been wanting to potentially metaphorically send him screaming into the sunset.

He presses harder into the kiss since Dean isn't shoving him away, letting his tongue press lightly against his lips to seek entrance, sharing the taste of his own drink slightly. Even that tiny amount should be enough to give Dean an idea why he shouldn't drink it.

Any other day, maybe, that could have been how things wound up. But for some reason, today isn't one of those days.

Feeling his tongue pushing for entry, Dean parts his lips slowly, only slightly hesitant as his brain struggles to catch up with what is going on here. Then there's a new flavor in his mouth--definitely liquor, but not the stuff he had been swilling all night--and his body is flooded with a hazy heat, like liquid warmth, and his mind gives up trying to catch up then and there. Instead, he lets out a low noise, tilting his head and parting his lips further to let his tongue explore as much as it wants to.

Gabriel eagerly takes that opening to explore Dean's mouth, one hand going up to thread through the hair on the back of Dean's head as the other forms a light grip on the front of his shirt. Even with the alcohol in his system, he knows enough to take it somewhat slow.

This pace is pretty good so far, and Dean is actually content to settle in and let Gabriel take the lead. His own tongue meets Gabriel's, slicking against it almost lazily. Even if there's stubble rasping against his own, and hard planes instead of soft curves against his body, it's a surprisingly decent kiss.

He lets his tongue switch to brushing against Dean's as he starts rocking in place on Dean's lap, making soft, eager sounds. He's getting more turned on and is doing his part to help Dean along in that department.

The rocking takes Dean by surprise, as do the little sounds Gabriel is making. He wouldn't have pegged the archangel as someone who would make that kind of noise. But he's just fine with it, especially as his own body gets more into it. He tilts his head, allowing himself to just enjoy the kiss, his hand making its way up to tangle in light brown hair, sliding down the couch a little to allow Gabriel easier access.

He didn't peg Gabriel for a lot of things, so what else is new?

Gabriel breaks the kiss for a moment to give Dean a chance to catch his breath before pressing another one on him. Given that breathing is just slightly important to half of the people involved in this. He keeps rocking against Dean, Dean's shifting around allowing him access to a better angle for Dean.

Yes, breathing can be a good thing for the whole, you know, remaining conscious gig he's got going on. He takes advantage of that pause, sucking in a quick breath before leaning up to meet Gabriel halfway this time, although now it's his tongue pressing forward, wanting to lick into his mouth--and it's a real wonder that the archangel doesn't taste like some kind of sugar or lollipop or something like that. That's a half there thought, but it's gone quickly as Dean focuses on more important matters, like rocking his hips up slightly just to meet Gabriel's movements, but it's really a much easier position to rock down in than up.

Tasting like sugar would have required Gabriel to have been eating something with some in it prior to starting the make out session. Like ice cream.

Gabriel lets Dean into his mouth, rocking down harder against him and moving his hands to rest on Dean's shoulders. His jeans are definitely feeling too tight by now, although he refrains from trying to move things along just yet.

As though Dean can't tell that little Gabriel is getting just as into this as big Gabriel. He can feel it with each rock of his hips and he smirks against his mouth, fumbling to set the bottle of liquor on the floor with a soft clunk before he rests his hand on the archangel's hip, pulling him closer. When he breaks for a sucking breath of air again, he mumbles in a low voice, "Try askin' again."

"So. Feel like sleeping with me tonight?" he asks, resting his forehead against Dean's. Dean isn't the only one that can feel the other's interest right now.

"See now, that's how you pop that kinda question," he chuckles, hand squeezing his hip. "Sure, I'm up for sleeping."

The smirk should make it clear that he's being a little snot.

"Cat hair in your belongings," Gabriel says mildly, not really being serious about the threat and rocking his hips again.

"Fine, fine, you twisted my arm," Dean chuckles, shifting under the rocking hips. "I'm up for sleepin' with you."

"I don't think there were any twisting of body parts involved," Gabriel teases, rocking his hips one more time before taking them to be seated on the edge of the bed instead. Another kiss gets pressed on Dean as Gabriel pushes the open button-down over the t-shirt Dean was wearing off his shoulders.

"Yet," Dean mumbles, barely starting in surprise when he discovers just where they are now. Not too surprising. Perks of getting frisky with a full-on angel, he guesses. Dean waits for the overshirt to get pushed off before his own hands sneak under the tshirt Gabriel is wearing and push up his back, across smooth, bare skin. He pushes back into the kiss, now less of a bystander in the events and more of an actual participant.

Gabriel is more than okay with Dean getting more actively involved and breaks the kiss to finish the job Dean started with his shirt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. Then he presses into another kiss as he goes after Dean's, pulling it from where it was tucked into his jeans.

Dean's hands slide freely now over his skin, touching and feeling the lines and planes of a new body. They only pause in their exploration to allow his own shirt pulled over his head, before they are back on him, and instead of going back to his mouth to pick up the kisses, he presses in to kiss and suck at his neck, feeling emboldened by the whole turn of events.

Gabriel would be tempted to tease Dean about going for his neck, but now that he knows about the vampire thing, it gets left unsaid. Instead, he groans and tilts his head for him, giving him easier access.

His hands do their own wandering, tracing along the lines of scars picked up since Castiel fixed Dean up as good as new. His own is barely visible and is the only one.

Best not to tease him about that sore topic. Not when he's savoring the little noise that pulls from Gabriel, and the feel of hands on his own body. It's been a while since he'd felt anything like that--Ann Marie, maybe, but that was another topic he would rather not go into.

Instead, his own hands travel over Gabriel's back and sides, finally making their way to the front, exploring the flat planes of his chest and stomach. Until they hit a puckered mound of skin and it makes him pause. He pulls back from his neck to look down, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Thought angels didn't scar up..."

He smiles tightly at Dean. "Lucifer."

That's all the explanation needed, really. All things considered, he's lucky he managed to stick to that one physical souvenir of their confrontation.

He rocks in Dean's lap, figuring it best to distract the both of them away from that particular potential conversation. This was not the time or the place.

Right when I need to hop off because thunderstorm.

Be careful, see you when you get back! :)

It seems to be gone, so computer is back on.

Very nice, welcome back!

Thanks. Hopefully it doesn't come back.

Fingers crossed. :)

And there was lightning when I was out getting food with my sister. 9_9

Angels bowling? ;)

They can do it somewhere else.

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Hope me finally changing from the default theme didn't throw you too much. XD;

Only a little. But it was a pleasant surprise. :)

I'd been meaning to do it for awhile, but the hundreds to go through put me off.

I like it. :)

Thanks.

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