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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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"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.

Gabriel's also the one who live among humans and gain a taste for sex.

He's cleaned up and back to properly dressed within before heading out of the house.

It takes over a month to find the current Warehouse and explain to the people working at it what had happened to Claudia, followed by working out how to send her home. Not that he intends to send her home right away. For one thing, it was late in the village and he may as well let her get her sleep. For another, he wasn't done with her quite yet.

After everything's sorted out for the morning, he reappears at the house in the village before venturing forth to see if she was still awake or if she's fallen asleep.

She'd dozed off next to the hearth, having spent the earlier part of the evening working on a few last-minute presents to leave for the people who had given her so much. Gabriel was away, and it was always hard to go to their bedroom when she knew he wouldn't be around. Not that he exhausted her every night, or woke her up for a little fun in the morning. It just felt too big to be there alone. Sometimes she'd put together a pallet in the main room, sleeping like a servant rather than the position she'd been thrust into by dint of her connection to their god.

She knew it was almost time for her to leave, to go off on her next great adventure. It sucked to be leaving after so much time, but Claudia didn't belong here, really. Living and dying in the past would only muck things up, and she had to find the asshole who trapped her here and ruin his life. Maybe send him to live out his life in Pompeii or some other place about to be wiped out.

When he finds her, he scoops her up to carry back to bed, stripping off their clothes with a thought and telekinetically dragging down the blankets since his arms were occupied.

"Things will be ready for you to leave in the morning when everybody's awake," he says, setting her down on the bed.

Claudia would protest his actions, but his words stopped her. It was really over. Tomorrow, she'd go back to the twenty-first century, to a world she'd spent the past few months trying not to think about.

"So...this is it, then? Our last night until we meet again in the future?" she asked, noticing his removal of their clothing and smiling just a little. He would have others in his life in that time, but that wasn't important to her. What she had with him was.

"Yup," he says. "I don't know about you, but I intend to make the most of it."

He follows her onto the bed as he talks, lowering his head to one of her breasts as he finishes. The time for talk is over. The time for leaving her a memory she won't forget is now.

"Am I going to get any sleep?" she teased, not minding in the least that he had a plan. But he wasn't going to be able able to answer just now. Her hands carded through his hail, nails skimming his scalp lightly as she couldn't help but react to his attentions, both nipples hardening.

Considering she isn't capable of keeping up with him all night, sleep will be a thing, yes.

He only worries at her nipple for a short time before switching to the other one, making sure it doesn't get left out.

As if he couldn't pace himself to make it last if he wanted to. Still, she moans softly for him, trying to figure out just how she might want this to go, knowing she will have him again, just a long time from here and now. Gabriel changed a lot over the years, becoming more human than most angels or archangels ever would, and while she loves him now, he's not the one who truly stole her heart. It almost makes her regret having to leave.

He's soon done with that nipple as well, moving down her body with licks and nips before settling between her legs and lowering his head to suck lightly at her clit before teasing her with his tongue. He wants to make absolutely certain she's ready for him when he takes her.

Claudia almost protests when he starts to draw back, but once she sees what he's doing, she lets it go. As he settles, she moves so her legs are over his shoulders, her hips encouraging him to continue. "Oh, Gabriel..."

She loves when he works her wet, and wants this, wants him, to enjoy him as much as she can, as they both can handle.

"No 'Loki'?" he teases, lifting his head only long enough to make that one comment before lowering it to work at her again, tongue circling her entrance and dipping in briefly.

"My god," she says, teasing back a little. She means him, of course, not caring that it isn't precisely true. "Loki, please..."

His tongue dances over her, encouraging her to come. The sooner she does so, the better.

He's so good at this, making her wet and eager for more, and it feels like it's too soon when she's coming, her body dancing above his on the bed as she screams for him, not knowing which name it was that left her lips.

She's just barely finished coming when Gabriel moves up and presses his way in, hips rolling forwards at a fast pace and one hand tugging at one of her legs to get her to wrap them around his waist to let him in deeper. Time to get down to business.

It makes her smile all the more as he enters her, the last small shudders giving way as he pushes into her, finding little resistance. Claudia wraps herself around him eagerly, drawing him into a slow, hungry kiss, the taste of herself on his lips making her moan. "So good..."

"The best," he agrees, hips rolling forwards in their fast, hard pace. Then he's murmuring in Enochian, just loud enough to hear as he feels himself get ever closer, finishing just at the last snap of his hips before he fills her, shudders running down his back. There. It's done. She's guaranteed to be carrying a reminder of her time here.

Even though it actually took a bit out of him, he keeps his hips moving, refusing to betray that this was anything out of the ordinary.

Claudia can't quite make out the words he's saying as he takes her over the edge with his own orgasm, her body matching his, and part of her wonders if it's different because it's the last time, or if there's something else. She doesn't want to ask, doesn't want to ruin the moment, instead smiling when she can again. lightly running fingertips along his body as if she'd memorize every inch.

"I wish I weren't leaving you for so long," she said, softly.

"Hey, it's not so long for me," he reminds her with a grin, lowering his head to press a kiss on her, hips continuing their pace. Time to be distracting.

Maybe not, when you've got billions of years of age behind you, but Claudia was never sure how much perspective might shift for the archangel living at essentially a human pace.

Almost. The way he had sex was definitely superhuman, and amazing.

Shh, the only thing that's important right now are orgasms. Gabriel's hips roll forwards at their fast pace as he makes sure to hit the best spot for her. Time to make her come.

Claudia is inclined to agree about the orgasms, because she can't help the fact that he's pushing her over the edge, and she wants him. Being worn out by his ability to keep having sex as long as she could and further made her want to writhe for him, to feel herself come undone with him sheathed inside her body. He didn't even have to try very hard, most of the time, just be the man she loved.

Gabriel's hips keep rolling forwards, encouraging her to fall over the edge so he could follow. He wants her thoroughly sated before falling asleep.

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