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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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"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.

Gabriel keeps a firm hold on either side of her waist, hips snapping up to drive himself in at the perfect angle to keep her from thinking about much that isn't how perfectly he's stimulating her and pushing her into coming.

And he is definitely a fast learner, because it doesn't take too long before he's pushed her over that edge, screaming his name.

Gabriel's hips snap forwards only a few more times before it's his turn to come with a shout, flooding hot in her.

He wraps his arms around her after he's finished and waits for her to pull herself together. Given the amount they just did, he figures it'll only take her maybe a couple of minutes.

She rests her head on his shoulder as she tries to remember just why she had been reluctant to start the day off like this. It wasn't like it was dangerous or she could get pregnant by accident. Sure, Loki was more forceful and commanding than the Gabriel she lived with, but that was at least partly the time and place. He was these people's god, and that had to be a hard role to let go of behind closed doors.

He did the best he could to give her a place to belong without pushing too hard. Well, except in bed. That had definitely been hard...

"Is it just that you're going to be staying around for a while?" she asked, once she felt a little less like a wet noodle, shifting her hips so she wasn't quite sitting on him right now.

"Did a thought not make it out loud to be part of that?" he asks, eyebrows raised. The question was a bit of a non sequitur. He would like to have some context.

"That you wanted to talk about. You said we'd talk in the morning, right?"

"Ah. I told you I was sticking around for a week, so we've talked," Gabriel says with a shrug. "I don't want to spend too much time away. People might start resenting it, even if they don't say so."

"At least they have eight other Realms and plenty of locations for you to go off and be godly in," Claudia said. "I'm getting a feel for what most people want to hear from me as your representative. They tend to look for certain types of reassurance."

She didn't like the fact that she was lying, or at least misleading these people through their religion, but the truth was even more confusing. "I tried explaining, and someone thought I was talking about a huge Quest, and it got really bad with everyone worrying. There's going to be trouble if I leave without some reason they'll accept losing me over."

And she would leave, she hoped. Because there had to be a way back through time to prevent things in her life from going completely FUBAR.

Gabriel groans at that. Just what he needed. Twitchy followers. "Try not to make life more complicated than needed, hmm?"

He rocks his hips up to distract her and rolls one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "It's probably about time you get dressed and get yourself some food."

Among other things she should do.

"I stopped as soon as I could," Claudia said. "It's not the spider-horse."

She didn't mind the distraction as much as she pretended to, starting to pull back away. "I think the women will be quite irked if I don't come join them soon. Think you can clean us up enough for public consumption, or am I going to have to risk frostbite for a bath?"

"It's not that cold out this time of year," he admonishes her. "I wouldn't go for a midnight dip if I were you, but the sun's had enough time to warm things up by now."

And he may want the signs of what they've been doing to last a little longer as a form of marking his territory. Sure, she actually belongs to a future version of him, but that still makes her his.

"You just want the whole world to know we had sex this morning," she retorts. "Pushy bastard."

Of course, she knew that it wouldn't be the kind of thing it might be in her time. The walk of shame wasn't really a thing when you could be having a quickie in the middle of a feast.

Gabriel just smirks at her and doesn't deny it. And hey, sexing it up with their god is a good excuse for not showing up earlier.

She almost gave him the middle finger before she realized that without the Welsh longbowmen, it had absolutely no meaning. "You're an ass."

"Hee haw," he deadpans. "Unless you've decided you want more sex, you might want to get moving."

"Not until after breakfast, at least," she said, grabbing some clothing to wear as far as the water so she could clean up. Angels really were dicks with wings, sometimes. Just a different kind of dick than Dean meant, when it came to Gabriel.

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