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 GABRIEL (part 1) Written 04.03.02 (C) Rogue 2002

   From the moment she woke, everything seemed to go wrong.  She was
beginning to feel as if she'd been cursed for some strange reason.  There
was still a blossoming bruise on her forehead where she'd connected with
the edge of the door when she went to brush her teeth earlier this morning.
She found it difficult to remember the last time that she'd felt this
clumsy and inept.  At least this was one of her days off.  'Perhaps', she
thought to herself, 'It's for the best that I didn't drive anywhere today.'
The phone at her side chirped loudly, displaying an unidentified number and
she glared at it accusingly as she grumbled, "If only there were a device
that would shock the hell out of the person on the other side of the
line..." Nobody but marketing and sales representatives seemed to call,
anyway.  She wanted to pitch the infernal device out the damned window.

   Sighing heavily, she leaned back into the couch, eyes narrowing as she
sipped at a can of Mountain Dew.  Some jagoff on television was talking
about a revolutionary new product that could strip floors, clean clothes,
and be used as a dessert topping, prompting her to make another strafing
run through the horrendous selection of channels at her command.  In
mid-surf, the television gave out, releasing a small puff of magical blue
smoke into the atmosphere with a soft popping sound.  An angry tic began
jerking the corner of her right eye as the hand gripping the controller
with a white-knuckled ferocity began to shake.

   Yep.  Definitely one of those days.

   With a guttural growl, she threw it across the room, watching it bounce
off the now deceased appliance with a loud clinking sound.  "OK!  I GET IT!
Something MUST be pissed off at me for this much to be going wrong at the
same time." Working herself into a fine incoherent rage, she quickly stood
and raged at the ceiling, yelling, "What?  Just WHAT THE HELL did I do,
huh? I mean, for CHRISSAKE!" She jumped up and down several times, slamming
her feet down hard on the floor in a flailing dance of frustration.  Why
the hell not?  Throwing a tantrum actually seemed to be making her feel
better at this point, and nobody was around to witness it, sooo...why the
hell not?  At the height of her frenzy, she heard a knock at the door and
stopped dead in her tracks, peering around the corner towards the source of
the noise.  'Who the hell could that be at this time of night?' she thought
to herself as she wrapped the leopard print fleece robe she was wearing
tighter around herself and headed through the kitchen to the front door.

   She padded up to it, leaning over and squinting one eye shut as she
looked through the peephole to see who dared to intrude on her moment of
catharsis.  The tall, broad shouldered individual standing on the front
step of her apartment seemed to fill the entire hallway.  Although his head
was distorted in the curve of the glass, he looked fairly attractive.  She
frowned and backed away from the door a little before raising an eyebrow
and asking, "Yes?"

   The voice on the other side of the door was a pleasant, rolling rumble.
"You sounded like you might appreciate a little help." There was a brief
pause, then, "Everything ok in there?"

   Her eyes narrowed as she leaned forward to peer through the hole in the
door again.  He'd stepped back from the door a little, his lips curled into
an amused grin.  'Cute, yes.  Serial Killer?  Maybe.' Her thoughts seemed
to chase themselves as she replied, "Yep.  Everything's just fine." Her
tone a little hard as she grumbled under her breath, "Git along, little
doggie.  Go bother somebody else in the building." She continued watching
him, interested to see what his reaction would be.  Hopefully he'd just
leave quietly.  She'd be damned if she'd open her door for a stranger, no
matter how gorgeous he happened to be.

   "You sure now?  It sounded awful frenzied in there..."

   Her frown deepened as she noticed his grin become a little wider.  Oh,
so that's how he was going to play it.  She squared her shoulders, grating,
"I'm so very thrilled that you're this concerned for the welfare of a
person that you've never even met.  Really." Her voice dropped into a low
growl as she spat, "Now piss off."

   She watched as the man shook his head slowly, apparently trying to keep
from laughing.  His voice echoed in the hallway as he asked, "Now, is that
any way to treat a stranger with noble intentions?"

   If he didn't get off her goddamned steps, she was certain that she was
going to shoot him.  "Fuck off, monkey boy.  Run along and play with
whatever it is you play with.  Just as long as you do it away from my
door." He kept standing there, now crossing his arms, the same look of
amusement on his face.  "I'll call the cops, jerkwad.  They can always
throw your tight white ass into a holding pen downtown, if you like. 
They're very accommodating that way."

   "Such vitriol for such a little girl...," She could hear him chuckling,
and his expression actually softened as he added, "Does it make you feel
better to keep people at a distance like this?  Does it..." He paused to
slide his hands into the pockets of his black jeans, "satisfy you?"

   Why wasn't he leaving?  More to the point, why wasn't she walking away
from the damned door and calling the cops?  She brushed a lock of wavy
indigo hair back behind her ear and stepped away from the door.  "Excuse
me?" Her sea green eyes flashed with annoyance under a sharp fringe of
Betty Page bangs as she gave a harsh laugh and said,

   "Aren't you the little Psychoanalyst?  How entertaining.  Kindly get the
fuck off my steps."

   He was laughing now.  She was fairly annoyed that she found herself
noticing that he actually had a nice laugh.  "Do you usually put up this
much of a fight?" He asked.  The phone was in the next room.  All she had
to do was walk down the hallway and collect it.  Three little numbers, and
she could be free of this annoying person.  His voice grew quiet as he
said, "Are you so certain that you want me to leave?"

   It had been over two years since she'd been remotely physically
interested in anybody, and she was startled to find that her body was
definitely responding to his voice, no matter what arguments her mind
happened to be making.  He was obviously aware of how appealing he was, and
he was obviously enjoying taunting her.  Both of these things should've
made her want to clock him, but for some reason, she found herself
curiously intrigued by the stranger on the other side of the door.  She
sighed and rolled her eyes, disgusted with her lack of willpower and common
sense.  "What is it, exactly, that you think you're going to get out of all
this?  A candy bar?  A blow job?  For chrissake, you could be a homicidal
axe wielding maniac." She stepped towards the door, again peering out the
peephole.

   His expression brightened, and his lips curled into a wicked grin as he
answered, "But isn't that part of the fun?  Not knowing?"

   Good god, he was infuriating.  She snapped, "I'm sure that it's more
than a little thrilling when you easily outweigh your prey.  I can't say
that I share your sentiment at the moment."

   "Aren't you in the least bit interested?  No sense of adventure?" His
voice was still relaxed, casual, as he rocked back on a heel and grinned.

   She gave a sharp bark of laughter and said, "Perhaps you should try a
less obvious tactic."

   He sighed and rocked onto the other heel as he closed his eyes and took
a deep breath.  When he opened them again, his voice dropped an octave,
"Perhaps you should have a little talk with your body.  It seems to want
the opposite of what you profess to."

   Her pulse jumped at his words, a light flush just beginning to color the
surface of her cheeks.  Her eyes narrowed as she growled, "What the fuck
are you talking about?"

   His eyes seemed a little...different as he looked back at her and
quietly said, "Open the door and I'll show you."

   His voice was filled with promise, and hunger.  How had this gotten out
of hand so quickly?  A little zing of anticipation raced up her spine,
bringing a hitching breath from her throat.  Suddenly, she became aware of
how very hot the hallway was becoming.  As if a spectator in her own body,
she watched her hand slowly move towards the upper lock, her fingers
wrapping around it.  She shook her head to clear it, and pulled her hand
away from the lock as if burned.  What the hell was going on with her?  She
couldn't be THAT desperate, could she?  Her voice quavered as she replied,
"Yeah, right."

   His voice was a maddening purr that set her body trembling slightly. 
"Little pigs...little pigs...let me in..."

   Ok, now this was getting downright creepy.  Clearly, he was insane. 
"Please...," her voice cracked as she leaned against the door, shaking; her
hair falling in a wavy indigo curtain as she held a hand to the side of her
head.  "Please just...go away." What time was it now?  It had to be at
least eleven o clock at night.  Her neighbors had to be wondering about the
exchange at the top of the stairs.  That is unless they were in the throes
of deep sleep.

   His voice sounded a little huskier, more urgent as he answered, "You
have my word...that no harm that you do not desire will come to you.  I
only wish to...visit with you for a time."

   What a weird thing to say.  He was definitely wearing down her resolve.
She'd always had a weakness for certain voices, and this man was hitting
all of her buttons effortlessly with his.  Something low in her gut
clenched, tightening and shuddering as he added, "You may have a weapon if
it makes you feel any better.  I honestly mean you no harm."

   She remembered the nickel plated Taurus 9mm under her pillow, and
hurried to collect it.  The feel of the heavy weapon in her hand grounded
her, giving her something stable to hold onto as she padded back over to
the door.  Her breath was now coming quickly, her hands shaking as she
moved the slide back, letting it snap back into place before reaching a
hand back up to the lock.  It turned unimaginably slowly, finally clicking
back into it's housing after what seemed like minutes.  She took a deep
breath, steadying herself with the gun at her side, finger brushing along
the side of the barrel.  It was loaded with rounds that would fragment when
they entered their target instead of going out the other side and possibly
through her apartment walls.  "Step away from the door so that I can open
it." Her voice had a hard edge that surprised her as she wrapped her
fingers around the doorknob and began slowly turning it.

   It popped open a fraction of an inch, and she quickly backed into the
bedroom, bringing the pistol up in a solid Weaver stance.  Her heart
hammered in her chest as the door began to open.  His head peered in, and
he gave her a secretive smile, his tone heated as he raised an eyebrow
said, "Nice bathrobe." Her hair spilled down the right side of her face,
revealing a shorn scalp on the other side.  He found himself wondering if
she ever actually put the mohawk up.  As he stepped inside, her heart leapt
in her chest.  He was so damned tall.  And big.  His black engineer boots
made a distinctive sound on the hardwood floors as he took a step back and
slowly closed the door, locking it behind him.  His raven black hair was
pulled back into a thick, wavy ponytail that hit him about mid back.  His
eyes, a stunning emerald color, glittered as he cocked his head to the side
and sized her up, his grin widening.  He wore a fairly weather-beaten black
leather jacket and a white tank top that showed the swell of muscles under
it to best advantage.  He then looked around the room, taking everything in
before his gaze flickered back over to her.  He presented her with a
sharptoothed grin, and leaned against the doorway, hooking his thumbs in
his pockets.  "At least you didn't have a shotgun." He chuckled softly. 
"Now...where were we?" The hungry look was back in his eyes again, and he
began shrugging out of his jacket as he took a step towards her.  It slid
down his arms, falling to the floor in a heap.  Her eyes widened as she
watched his muscles sliding against one another under his pale skin.  He
had the build of a gymnast, and she found herself wondering exactly how
limber he was.  He looked to be in his mid thirties, but she'd been only
marginally correct in being able to judge the ages of people around her in
the past.

   Her mind was reeling, busily trying to process what was happening.  For
some reason, she was now having difficulty remembering exactly how he'd
gotten inside.  As he walked towards her, she took a step back, caressing
the trigger with her index finger.  "Not so fast, romeo..." She desperately
wanted to remain in control of the situation, but she wasn't quite certain
why.  Confusion addled her thoughts, and she struggled to maintain slow,
regular breathing.

   She drew a sharp intake of air as he darted towards her with an agility
and speed that made her head spin.  In a matter of moments, he'd disarmed
her, wrapping a strong arm around her as he nuzzled the nap of stubble
behind her ear and purred, "You were saying?"

   She stood very still, eyes wide as he pressed up against her back.  She
could feel the hard length of him through the fabric of his jeans and she
shuddered, whimpering softly.  Without the damper of the door, his voice
seemed to leap inside her mind, caressing parts of her that she hadn't
known existed.  She closed her eyes, resigning herself to the fact that if
it was to be rape, at least her body was preparing for it.  She was hoping
that it wouldn't be agonizingly painful.  That he would at least let her
live.  She felt so stupid.  Angry tears began brimming at the edges of her
eyes, spilling over her lashes and running down her cheeks in slick trails.


   Gentle hands slowly spun her around to face him, and she felt his gaze
upon her like a palpable thing.  His presence was overwhelming.  It
threatened to consume her.  He reached down, gingerly placing a finger
under her chin and bringing her head up to look at him.  "I told you that I
meant you no harm, and I meant it.  Ok?" Her eyes shining with tears, she
looked back at him, frowning slightly at his words.  She was now unsure of
what to think.  He smiled as he gazed down at her, his voice soft as he
gently rubbed his fingers along the stubble on the side of her head.  "It
must be difficult to be so strong all the time.  To never truly let go of
anything, for fear of falling and not being capable of getting back up."

   His words struck her soundly, ringing true in her soul.  She'd never
been able to just let go, to truly set any of her burdens down.  Instead of
making her bitter, the lack of emotional respite had made her distant over
the years and incapable of letting anybody inside.  Single most of her
adult life, she supposed that she'd chosen to remain alone rather than face
the prospect of putting her heart into the hands of somebody that could
destroy her emotionally when they finally decided that they were tired of
her and left.  And they always left.  Now that he'd pointed it out, she
could feel her choice like suit of armor that had been grafted onto her
spirit, weighing it down; however, she'd always seen it as necessary in
order to keep on going.  Her expression hardened, and she pulled away from
him, her voice harsh as she growled, "It's too much to place on another
person.  I should be able to carry my own burdens without help.  Everybody
else seems more than capable of doing it on their own."

   His fingers curled under the collar of her robe and slowly began sliding
it over her shoulders as he quietly responded, "Everybody else is
bullshitting you." He traced a finger tenderly along her forehead, brushing
wisps of hair out of her eyes as he continued, "Let me help you.  Trust
me." The fleece robe slid a little further down her arms, revealing
intricate black inkwork on her shoulders and back.

   She frowned as she looked up at him, asking, "Who are you?  Why are you
doing this?  Why the fuck should you care?"

   "Do you remember several years ago, when you called for me?" His eyes
seemed to change color for a moment, becoming a little sharper before going
back to normal.

   She blinked at the display and stammered, "Excuse me?"

   "Well...it took me a while to find you." A strange sadness filled his
eyes as he quietly added, "I'm so very sorry that I wasn't able to be here
sooner for you." Her expression became critical as she took a good, long
look at him.  She had to admit that there was something very familiar about
him, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.  He seemed to think for a
moment, as if trying to recall something before saying, "You named me back
then.  You called me Gabriel."

   Her eyes widened with disbelief and she took a step back from him as her
jaw dropped.  It had been a little under two years, if she remembered
correctly.  That's when the visions had begun.  It all flooded back into
memory, the vividness of the entire experience.  It had all felt so real;
at least until she'd woken up, that was.  Then he'd started visiting her
when she was still awake.  She'd always found it odd that she was never
able to clearly make out the face of the man that her mind had constructed
for her intricate fantasies.  Could this really be him?  She'd been waiting
for somebody that matched the man in her thoughts for so long that she
found herself wanting badly to believe him.

   As if reading her mind, he nodded, his grin returning as he quietly
answered, "I've wanted to be with you as much as you've wanted me to." His
voice dropped an octave as he traced the lines of her collarbones under her
skin.  "I still do."

   Her eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his hands on her and she let out
a shaking sigh.  When she opened them again, his grin was gone, replaced by
a look of such intensity that she swooned.  His voice sounded different
now, husky and commanding as he looked down at her.  "Take the robe off."

   Without making a sound, she began tugging at the belt at her waist,
slowly pulling it out of the knot she'd tied in it.  She was beyond
rational thought at this point.  The robe fell open, sliding down her back
and arms to land in a soft pile at her feet.  Her hair contrasted
beautifully against her skin, spilling over her shoulders and down her back
in an indigo wave.  She'd always been self conscious about her body,
positive that it was hideous in it's imperfection, and so she'd spent hours
at the gym trying to shape it and mold it into something that she wasn't
repulsed by.  Contrary to her own opinion of herself, her curves were soft
and round in all the right places, her pale skin seeming to glow in the low
light of the room.  Her body was decorated with intricate tribal patterns
of black ink, and he gave a soft sigh as he drank her appearance in.

   His voice was a low rumble that sent a delicious ripple of sensation
through her.  "Stand up straight." She immediately responded, rolling her
shoulders back.  He smiled, nodding as he purred, "Much better.  Your tits
stand up so much nicer that way."

   She felt herself flushing at the compliment.  He took a step towards
her, placing firm hands on her hips and turning her to face the four post
bed behind her.  The bed was constructed out of black wrought iron with a
canopy of black fabric draped over the sides in a thick curtain that
blocked out most of the light so that she was able to sleep during the day
if she needed to, due to her night job.  She felt him lean into her, his
cock thick and warm beneath the swell of his jeans as he pressed her ass
back into him and nipped gently at the back of her neck.  Her knees buckled
and he held her steady, his voice sending her flying as he brushed his lips
against her ear and breathed, "Put your hands over your head.  Grab the
post in front of you."

   She quickly complied, her breath coming in hitches and little moans as
she wrapped her fingers around the metal of the black frame, her fingers
brushing against the fabric of the inner curtain.  His hands burned where
they touched her as they slowly slid up her torso to cup the round globes
of her breasts.  She cried out as he squeezed, roughly pinching her nipples
and biting down on the sensitive tissue of the nape of her neck.  A low
growl echoed out of his throat, matched with a loud moan of her own as he
began sliding a hand down her stomach to gently tug at the soft nap of fur
at her groin.  She rocked her head back, her mouth a perfect O shape as he
let his fingers wander lower.  Suddenly, he gripped the soft, curly hair,
pulling sharply on it as a guttural moan fell from her lips.

   She was startled at how wet she'd become in such a short time,
completely lost in the sensations he was giving her.

   His fingers probed lower, sliding along her slick sex to find the nub of
her clit; stroking it in slow, languorous circles.  She jerked as if she'd
been shocked, moaning loudly, an almost catlike mewling sound as she shook
in his grip.  He was touching her just enough to keep her right on the
edge, and it was all she could do to remain standing.  He chuckled darkly
behind her, his voice a rough growl as his fingers again gripped and pulled
sharply on the patch of fur between her legs.  "Would you like me to fuck
you?"

   She trembled, unable to respond.  She was certain that she'd entirely
lost the capacity to speak.  He jerked harder, causing her to cry out, her
breath now coming in ragged gasps.  "Answer me." He began to pull away from
her, his tone becoming chiding as he continued, "Or would you rather I
stop?"

   "NO!" She yelled, startled at the sound of her voice as it rang out
loudly in the confines of the small room.  "P-please...d-don't..."

   He pulled away a little further, his tone now rough as he asked, "Please
what?"

   "Don't stop....don't stop...don't ever stop touching me...please..."

   Her voice quavered and cracked as she tried to lean back into him, and
she drew a sharp intake of air as he slapped her soundly on the ass,
growling, "Stay where you are.  I don't remember saying that you could
move." She felt the heat under her skin where he'd slapped her, and she
found herself hoping that he'd slap her other cheek to balance the effect.
As if in response to her desire, she felt the hot sting of another slap,
this time on the other side as he growled, "Spread your legs."

   She obeyed, her legs trembling with the effort of holding her upright.
She felt his hand gently stroking the soft skin of her buttocks, and cried
out when he slapped her again, this time harder.  Another slap and she
shuddered, a guttural lowing sound echoing out of her throat.  He grinned
with satisfaction as he slid his hand lower, dipping between her legs to
find her sweet spot wet and ready for him.  He sighed as he began slowly
circling her clit, enjoying the way she cried out, her body arching and
shaking as his movements became more deliberate, faster.  Her breath was
now coming in short, ragged gasps, her moans high and frenzied as he
brought her dancing along the edge.  His tone was harsh as he grated,
"You're not allowed to cum yet."

   She wasn't entirely sure how she could stop the process, but wanted so
badly to please him.  She tried to control her breathing, and found it nigh
impossible as he began making slow, delicious circles with his fingers
again.  "Please...," she begged, her tone pleading as she tried desperately
to keep herself from crashing over the edge.  "Please?" he purred, wanting
her to ask for it.

   She whimpered softly, her body filled with a white hot tide of fire that
flared along her nerve endings in pulse after delicious pulse.  She was
rapidly reaching the point of no return.  "Please let me...let me cum...,"
she mewled.

   His voice was a low growl as he breathed, "Cum for me."

   He quickened his pace and she shrieked as the tremors rolled through
her, a wave of overpowering sensation nearly bringing her to her knees.  He
held her as she shook, his breath quick and fast as she struggled to remain
standing.  He nuzzled the spot just behind her ear, enjoying the nap of her
shorn hair as it tickled his lips.  "Good girl." he breathed, kissing her
ear and pulling away from her to rid himself of his now entirely too
constrictive garments.

   He began pulling the tank top over his head, tossing it off to the side
as he kicked off his boots and reached down to unzip his jeans.  His cock
sprung free, jerking in time with his heartbeat as he slid the pants the
rest of the way down his legs and pushed them behind him.  He looked over
at her, delighted that she was still shaking from her orgasm, her hands
white knuckling the post as her body trembled.  The sounds of her whimpers
as she waited for him to touch her again were music to his ears.  "Turn
around and face me." He commanded, pleased when she eagerly complied.  Her
eyes widened at the sight of his naked body, and that low clenching in her
belly was back again as her gaze followed the trail of light black hair
down his torso to his attentive member.  With a sigh, she dropped to her
knees and looked up at him as he cupped her chin in his hand.

   Unbidden, she reached out and gently encircled his shaft with her
fingers, slowly stroking it as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips
around him.  His breath was a loud hiss as she took him into her mouth,
moaning as she slid the back of her tongue against his glans.  Cupping the
rest of him in her hand, she placed her other hand on his hip and began
slowly sliding back and forth, taking her time and thoroughly enjoying the
taste of him.  His hands trembled as he held her head gently between them,
his head rocking back as he moaned loudly.  She was bringing him too
quickly to the edge, and he stopped her, wanting instead to fuck her until
she was no longer capable of rational speech.  A hurt expression entered
her eyes as she slowly pulled away from him, and she asked, "Did I...?"

   He cut her off with a look, shaking his head and saying, "Don't speak
unless I prompt you to." She nodded silently.  "Get to your feet."

   She quickly rose, looking up at him with an expectant expression.  "I'll
ask again.  Would you like me to fuck you?", he asked, his gaze sharp as he
looked into her eyes.

   Her voice rushed out in a breathy whisper as she stood across from him.
"Yes...please..."

   He sighed, cocking an eyebrow, his tone impatient as he asked, "Yes? 
Yes what?" Her cheeks flushed and she raised her voice, answering, "Please
fuck me..." She paused a moment, before adding, "Sir."

   His lips curled into a wicked grin, and he raised an eyebrow as he
walked over to a chair and purred, "Come to me."

   She gave a trembling sigh, then slowly padded over to him, wondering
what he would have her do next.  She was startled at how quickly she'd
become so thoroughly submissive to him.  It both frightened and excited the
hell out of her.  He was definitely a natural top, and she thrilled
silently at the thought as he sat down and settled back into an armless
chair, taking her hand and pulling her towards him.  Her breath caught in
her throat as she moved to straddle him.  He grabbed her hips, effortlessly
raising her up and slowly sliding her down over his cock, sighing as she
wrapped her arms around his shoulders and slowly rocked back to take all of
him in.

   A shaky moan shuddered through her as he pressed his hips up into her,
growling, "Ride me." She leaned into him, slowly rocking her hips as her
breasts gently grazed his chest.  He watched her eyes slide shut as her
movements became a little faster, her head lolling to one side as a series
of soft moans began spilling from her lips.  Her hair tickled as it swayed
back and forth against his chest hair.  He took a shaky breath as he
watched her skin glow with a pink sheen as her movements became more eager.
She rode him like a pro, drowning in the sensation of his cock inside her.
She was magnificent; everything he'd hoped she'd be.  As he felt himself
being pushed closer to his limit, is hands closed around her breasts,
squeezing gently at first until she growled, "HARDER." He gripped them
firmly in each hand, digging his fingers into the tender flesh and she went
wild, crying out as her skin became slick with sweat.  His fingers moved
down to her nipples, pinching them roughly and pulling them taut.  Her head
rocked back and she yowled, her body jerking as he pumped up into her. 
They clung to each other as they rode over together, his voice building to
a howl as his orgasm tore through him in a hot rush.

   She collapsed against him, her breathing ragged in his ear as he fought
to get air into his lungs as well.  He wrapped strong arms around her,
pulling her to him and holding her tightly as her body twitched around his
cock, milking him dry.  After a few moments, she pulled away from him, her
expression one of awe as he looked up at her.  His breathing now a little
more under control, he presented her with a sharptoothed grin and rumbled,
"And you were thinking about not letting me in..."

   To be continued...
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