Trapped in the past?

[strippernameserendipity]

Claudia didn't know exactly how it had happened, but the guy she'd been trying to snag an artifact from had caught her instead. She remembered being dragged through some kind of portal, and a conversation with some very strangely-dressed individuals that would have scared even some of the toughs she'd known in her time on the streets. It had been hours before she really understood what had happened, to get even a slight grip on the foreign words and sights around her. Somehow, she'd been sent back in time, when exactly she wasn't certain, and given over to these scoundrels to do with as they pleased. It wasn't until she saw the city that she even knew where she was. Nobody could mistake Rome, even this ancient shining city.

Her wrists tied together and into a string with the other unfortunates, the only real indignities she'd been spared were being stripped of her possessions and raped. From the little she could catch, they thought she would being them quite a small fortune as a wonder. Maybe even one of the senators would find her worth having, and it wouldn't do to damage the goods unnecessarily. Still, she had quite a few bruises and a blackening eye from the casual 'encouragements' she'd received. A halting attempt at what she knew of Latin and Greek had only resulted in snickering laughter and an incomprehensible reprimand with a threatening knife at her mouth. Apparently their definition of 'damaged goods' didn't include the ability to speak.

Now, she was turned over to the slave auction, and there, nothing could have prepared her for the indignities. Her clothes, much the worse for wear after all the travel were unceremoniously stripped off her in front of the noisy crowd as one man gave a long-winded description of her, enthusiasm clear even through the language barrier. She struggled against the touches of interested parties, only her bonds keeping her from being able to strike back.

She'd yanked away from yet another impertinent squeeze when she finally saw a familiar face. It made her gasp, her thoughts latching onto the name that went with it in what might have been a prayer of salvation, but she had to get his attention. And if he was the one from this time, she couldn't just call him by name. Not his real name. Still, she knew one of those he'd used in the millenia he'd been hanging around pretending not to be an archangel.

"Loki! Help me!" The words were in modern english, and that was probably a mistake, but she was too distracted to try for something more appropriate to the era just now. She had to get his attention, maybe get the eager shoppers to give her some space. She had to get out of here.

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"Of course," he agrees, hips moving faster and harder to push the both of them over the edge again. "Gonna come for me?"

[strippernameserendipity]

"Always," she says, smirking just a little. She knows she can, because he's just that good. The way he knows just how to fill her, just the right spots to bring her leaves her breathless and flushed and worn out in all the right ways.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Then do it," he urges, hips snapping forwards a little erratically as he gets close.

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It's almost like permission is the same as the act, because she gave a shuddering gasp as he started to lose rhythm, taking her over the edge before she even knew it was there. She feels beyond sated, full and a little heavy with languorous desires he met in every way. "You are going to be the death of me," she sighed.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel's hips snap forwards only once more before he's coming with her, heightening both their pleasure before allowing his body to relax on top of hers.

"I sincerely doubt it," he tells her.

[strippernameserendipity]

"I'll be working into my third century, and boom, you'll wear me out and I'll get to go on a real happy ending," she teased, shifting just a little so she could see him without getting a crick in her neck. "Well, maybe not, because if I had some kind of coronary, you'd be right there..."

[lotsoflaughs]

"Little hard to die with me right there to fix you, yes," Gabriel agrees.

[strippernameserendipity]

"Thank God for that," she says, letting the sarcasm of that statement show.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel gives her a tired glare for bringing his Father into things before rolling off her, pulling out in the process.

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"Please tell me if I even get to meet him I can give him a 'Number One Deadbeat Dad" mug or something," she said. It isn't that she doesn't believe in the guy or anything, but what he'd done to his family? She knew damaged from personal experience, and His kids were poster children.

[lotsoflaughs]

"You have an early morning. You should get some sleep," Gabriel says in a clipped tone. So far as he was concerned, she was over-stepping her bounds.

[strippernameserendipity]

Claudia sighs. "Sorry," she murmured, snuggling against him with every intention of keeping him close as she slept. "You bitch about my family, too. Mostly because Joshua keeps trying for a scientific explanation for you."

But it wasn't the same.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Mmm." Best to keep his response to himself, he thinks. She likely already knows his opinion, anyway.

[strippernameserendipity]

She lets the conversation go, feeling too tired to really get into it. Her life has totally gotten too strange, anyway. Sleeping on her favorite not-exactly-human pillow is better than talking about the past or future or tomorrow, anyway.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel's willing to stay quiet and let her get to sleep so he could bundle her off in the morning.