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Trapped in the past?

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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It makes her almost whimper, even as she starts to almost drift away on an exhausted haze. "Best way."

"Mm-hmm," he says, giving her a considering look before rolling off her, pulling out in the process. She's definitely not going to be awake for much longer. "I'll talk to you in the morning, since I don't think anything would sink in right now."

Claudia sighs as he starts to pull away, one arm going around him. "Stay until 'm asleep?"

She kinda wants to cuddle. And he can totally manage not waking her up when he gets bored.

"I can do that," he agrees, settling on the bed. He doesn't expect her to take long to pass out, really.

No, not long, but she does settle down with her head on his shoulder because it feels familiar to use him as a pillow. Not even ten minutes pass before she's deeply under, sleeping the sleep of the well-sated.

Gabriel waits an extra half-hour to make sure she won't wake back up if he moves before disappearing after snapping on the blankets on his bed over her. Time for him to keep himself busy while she's out.

When she starts to rouse in the morning, it isn't a surprise to her that she doesn't find him there, but waits, figuring he'll return to the room rather than risk being seen too early without her. The assumptions of the village are important in a lot of ways, and they both have roles to play, as deity and priestess/handmaiden.

Gabriel appears within a few minutes, giving her a self-satisfied look at the definite signs of what they've been up to. "Feeling awake enoughit's worth telling you things without needing to worry about having to repeat myself later?"

He seats himself in a chair, patting his lap in a definite order to come to him and occupy his lap.

Claudia looks at him, and for a moment, she's tempted not to join him. Orders are something that still rankle a little about this time. But there was no reason to annoy Gabriel, and so she slid out from under the heavy covers and over to him. She didn't even bother getting dressed, because, well, he'd seen it all before now.

"I'm awake. A little sore, but fine." Sore was to be expected, after all.

Given how thoroughly he's had her, yes, it is. His arms wrap around her as she takes her seat, holding her in his arms. "I intend to stick around for the next week, since I haven't been around as much as I should lately."

"All right," she said, cautiously. She wasn't entirely sure where this was going. "Not sure I could survive a week if you intend every night not be like the last one. I'm only human, after all."

"While I do want you every night, I'm not intending for things to be that intense, no." He knows how not to kill the humans under his charge with exhaustion, thank you.

"I think we can find a way to make that work," she said, relaxing just a little in his arms. "It's what most people think is happening in here, since you don't have a lot of servants."

"They don't expect it to be going on every night. And knows it doesn't since I'm out and about at odd hours of the night where the sentries can see me from time to time." One arm may be moving a little lower as he holds her against him.

"You could give that impression even if you were doing me every night. You don't sleep," she pointed out. But Claudia wasn't entirely sure what he wanted from her.

"Besides, there are other ways to be with a woman, you know."

"That's not exactly new information," Gabriel points out with raised eyebrows.

"I assumed not," Claudia said. "So why did you want me in your lap just now? I think wearing me out again might be a bad idea."

She did have to go retrieve their breakfast and all.

"No one said anything about wearing you out. Helping you work up a healthy appetite for your breakfast, on the other hand..." His hand slips between her legs, ignoring the dried come he could feel that leaked out of her to start rubbing her firmly.

"You need a harem," Claudia said. "Clearly the only way to keep you sated would be with more than one partner."

She's teasing, especially since he's being very insistent on making her come for him again. Biting down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, she tries to glare at him. She doesn't need help working anything up, which is why her own hand moves to cup his groin. Two can play at this game, after all.

Gabriel groans as he starts to harden under her attentions and his hips rock up. "Get my pants open," he instructs her. He doesn't want to remove them entirely; just get them off enough to have her.

"Pushy," she chides, but begins to unlace his pants, needing both hands. It is something to make one miss things like perfect button-holes and zippers. She drew him forth, stroking with an almost lazy movement of her wrist, swirling her thumb over his head. "You know how I feel about being ordered around..."

"And you're aware of what archangels and gods are like," he counters, hardening enough to have her in fairly short order.

His hands are soon on either side of her waist to pick her up and put her on himself as he moans quietly in reaction to feeling himself surrounded as he pushes his way in. He pauses long enough for her to adjust and then starts rocking his hips up, pushing his way further in.

"Before you and the Warehouse, I was an atheist," Claudia said, trying for a prim tone. It was impossible, of course, because the archangel was pushing his way into her, hard and ready for round whatever-the-hell-it-was.

"And you've had experience since then," he counters even as his hips keep rocking up to drive himself in deep. Time for less talking and more fucking.

"Which only goes to show that the universe is more messed up than anyone wants to believe," she retorted, barely managing to get it out as he made effective work of driving all ability to speak out of her head.

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