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[locked to Sam]
Jun. 17th, 2005 11:57 amThe kiss is hungry, desperate, teeth biting as much as any soft brush of lips. A thought and he lands them in an empty bedroom. Or at least, he does check. Right. Empty. No sign that it belongs to someone right now. Not that he'd care much. His fingers tighten in the Sorcerer's hair, kissing him again with all the pent up rage and frustration and fear that's been boiling for the past week. Some respite in the Other Realm, but it's surged again, seeing her fragility and Michael's grief.
His lovers need him to be strong, and he can do that. But they need him calm and rational as well, able to give. And he needs somewhere to put the fury and fear if he's going to do that.
So convenient that Samael happened to be around. Doesn't matter that there's a bed in the center of the room. He slams him into a wall, pressing close, urgent and heated with an icy fire.
His lovers need him to be strong, and he can do that. But they need him calm and rational as well, able to give. And he needs somewhere to put the fury and fear if he's going to do that.
So convenient that Samael happened to be around. Doesn't matter that there's a bed in the center of the room. He slams him into a wall, pressing close, urgent and heated with an icy fire.
