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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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"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.

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.