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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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She opens her mouth to him, her tongue stroking his as she gives back into the kiss as best she can when he's plundering her body of every response he can draw forth. Claudia knots her hands in his hair, encouraging him to keep going even as the kiss swallows the sounds she's making in response to his intensity.

Gabriel continues to ravage her mouth as his hips snap forwards as he fills her with only the briefest of pauses before they're rolling forwards again.

Claudia comes with him, screaming into his mouth all the louder when she feels him seemingly still hard and ready. It's one thing to know he can do that, but the sensation has her cresting again, with barely a breath between one orgasm and the next, her body urging his on as she can't help but give voice to it.

He grins into the kiss, hips rolling forwards at a fast pace. He's eager to orgasm again, encouraged by the way she keeps tightening around him as she continues to come.

He's found that spot where as long as he keeps going, she'll keep coming for him, something she knows his older version has enjoyed immensely, wearing her out until she's too spent to even consider washing up after. It's something she enjoys, at least now and then.

Claudia wants him to fill her, to take her like this, to feel like there's at least one thing in this strange new life that hasn't changed beyond recognition.

Gabriel has to admit to taking a certain amount of pleasure from seeing his bedmates with signs of what he's put them through, showing that for at least the time he's had them, they were his.

His hips snap forwards at the upper edge of what was safe for her, refusing to let her come down before he was done with her, telekinetically caressing her nipples and pinching them the same way since his hands were occupied with maintaining his balance.

She arches up into that touch, a slightly frustrated whimper escaping her at the lack of actual hands to move into as he plays with her breasts. He's playing her body like a fine instrument, keeping her going until he chooses, the whimper transforming into a gasping moan as she tries to remember to breathe.

Seems to be getting to be time for him to wrap it up. Gabriel's hips snap forwards several more times before he comes, filling her yet again as he shudders. Once done, his body relaxes on top of hers as he stops using his telekinesis as well.

Claudia isn't sure which name she screams, but she trusts that nobody will hear her regardless, the final wave leaving her feeling sweaty and well used, completely ravished in only the best ways.

"Holy fuck," she breathes, unable to stop a slightly giddy laugh.

That makes Gabriel snicker and rock his hips forwards once as reminder of where he still was. "That's one way to put it."

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."