[FS]Stronger[/El]

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His smile only widened, and he almost chuckled. The look of her lovely face as she sipped the drink very nearly took his breath away. The way her cheeks were flushed with that rosy color, the glint in her eyes that told him all he needed to know. If he had been a human then, he would have sworn Angels existed if only because she was one to him. Despite all the things that had happened, she was constant factor in his life that drove him to remain where he was here on Earth. He had received no new assignment, and so he took it upon himself to be her caretaker, and he was glad to have that opportunity. While part of him felt afraid of the consequences of such a relationship, the other part of him refused to let all of this go. It seemed to be winning the tug of war over his heart these days.

Blake had a wide range of amusements, all of which brought El some form of joy. He had to stop himself from imagining her dancing, to keep his thoughts from wandering too far. A brow rose at the mention of his being a muse of hers, and he eyed her curiously with his single brown eye. "Might I inquire as to the subject matter of this particular piece?" he asked, taking a swallow of his drink. The fizz tickled his nose a bit, in a surprising way that nearly caused him to drop the glass. However, he was graceful, poised, and the slight mess-up would hardly go noticed.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

The petite blonde chuckled as she looked at his angelic features. His curiosity managed to be peaked by her admitting she had drawn him. Which to her, was cute, "I obviously don't have it with me... But..." she trailed off, a moment. Remembering the warmth she felt when she drew the picture. It was back in Ireland when she left him after their first kiss. A beautiful charcoal drawing of a man, standing before the sunset, wings out. She was surprised he hadn't noticed the feather, attached to a leather strap around her neck. It was his. And she kept it on her at all times.

"It's just.. How I remember you, before I went back to Ireland..."

The comment made her flush a bit more. Her head tipped to the side as she looked at the man. She couldn't help the good feelings that flooded her as she sat before him, but she caught his reaction to the carbonated juice, of which they drank. She laughed a bit.

"Awww! Tickled your nose, as well?"

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He tilted his head slightly in thought as he tried to imagine what she could have drawn of him. But the glint of something familiar halted his thoughts. The feather. It was not often an Angel's feathers fell, and the fact that she had found it--and kept it--was somewhat pleasing to him. He reached a hand over to touch the feather, lifting it just a little from where it lay just below her neck. The touch of her skin, however slight, sent a shiver through his arm and down his spine. He let the feather fall back into place. You are one I can allow to possess it, he thought to her affectionately. He wondered, after experiencing all these things, if he would have ever been able to let her go as he had planned. Perhaps he would never know, but he was willing to give all this a second chance.

A light chuckle rumbled from within him when she commented on the fizz of the drink tickling his nose. So it had. Maybe he was no longer so good at hiding his reactions, at least around her. While there was caution at the back of his mind, he was beginning to feel at ease, able to relax, if only a little, in her presence. "I am not used to such drinks," he said with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Most events I attend serve wines." His mouth twisted in distaste. There were some wines he enjoyed and drank when in the presence of others, but there were many, especially of those served, that were simply horrendous.

"However, this drink is perhaps more preferable," he added. "Not intoxicating to its consumers." As an Angel, he never did get intoxicated, as alcohol did not affect him in the same ways as it affected humans, but he had a feeling he would not last very long if he had been able to be affected.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

The angel noticed the feather. Blake's heart practically stopped as he touched her skin; examining the pendant that was a token of not only his love, but hers as well. Her gaze softened as she looked at the man. Her heart pounded tremendously; causing her to want nothing more in her life. Only to belong to him and only him, but not only in this moment or the many others to come, but permanently his. Course, she would keep these thoughts to herself. They just became an item. Why ruin it by moving too quickly? Truth be told - his feather never left her elegant neck. Even with Khaine. And the demon despised it. She didn't care. She felt El was near her at all times. She also felt as though it was a protection. When El let go of the feather attached to her choker necklace, Blake almost wished to pull him too her. It was almost too far away for her liking. But she allowed this distance for now. To clingy could force him away.

As El sipped his drink, Blake had taken a bite of her potatoes. Her ears listened in on what he had to say, forcing her to smile a but. She placed a napkin to her face and chuckled lightly, "I'm surprised." she said gently, "I thought you would have liked wine.. I'm glad you like this. Apple juice and cranberry juice are my favorite." with that, she took another sip and laughed a bit.

"I acutally drink this from the bottle at home. I have no shame."

Her eyes closed as she lightly giggled. After a moment, her eyes reopened. She bit her lip, nervously and smiled shortly after, "About my drawing... Would you like to see it? It's at my apartment." she swallowed some, "You don't have to come." she added quickly. She didn't want to.sleep with him. Not until he was ready for that big move. It was a genuine offer. But, a part of her did want him to spend the night.

Evenings after Guil practically killed her at the night club, heck even before that night. Blake had restless nights. It was Khaine. The baby she lost. Everything. Any sense of comfort was good enough for her. She only hopped El would oblige to being her outlet of ease and relaxation.

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((I apologize for the much belated reply. My Senior year of college has been a lot more taxing than I had expected.))

He stared at her for a moment, that smile still planted on his face. "Very few wines. I do not much care for bitter tastes," he told her, taking another small sip of the fizzy drink in his glass. His throat caught in an oddly pleasant way when he heard the sound of her laughter. He loved to watch her laugh, and to see her smile. In the past, when he had seen her in so much pain, so much turmoil, it had felt as though a part of him was dying inside. His heart had sank so deeply he had almost lost himself. Even when he had forced himself to move on, she was never far away from his thoughts.

Then she made a (in his opinion) startling invitation. The Angel's hand froze midway to setting down his glass, and he barely managed to prevent it from slipping out of his hand. His mouth opened, then closed. He was unsure of what to say or do. He knew what he wanted, and that was to be by her side, however that might be. Part of him was frightened, for once . . . frightened by not knowing how he would behave in such a situation as she presented before him. He had never been alone in a woman's house, or rather, with a woman whom he loved and cherished so deeply.

El took a small breath and looked Blake in the eyes. He knew she had no ill intent, but was there something carnal inside of him he was not familiar with, something he should fear? He forced a smile. "I will come, if it pleases you for me to do so," he said softly.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

(it's ok, dear. I totally get it.)

And then, he said yes...

Blake felt as though time had stopped in that moment. She swallowed hard and felt herself tremble a bit. What ever happened... Was gonna happen, tonight. She couldn't dwell on it, or she might be disappointed. Course... As a human girl, physical contact with your partner was something they did yearn for, especially if they loved them. It was a deep act of love. But... Would this be her, wanting to give it up so quickly to him? Granted, another man had her body before El.. Would. She swallowed hard once more, before she had realized she was standing, her head narrowed. Eyes, aimed to the ground; fists in a tight clench.

"El... I would... I mean... Please - uh!"

She began to inwardly kick herself and felt herself shaking a bit more. Inwardly screaming at herself as she realized she was fumbling with her request. She managed to look up at him; her cheeks as red as her hair once was. Her lips then parted to speak.

"El... I would love it if my angel stayed with me, this evening."

She smiled, face still flushed red.

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He looked at her curiously for a moment when she stood, the surprise evident in her manner of response. Had she not expected him to accept her invitation? Was he not supposed to? This whole relationship thing was just . . . new, in so many respects. Technically, they had only just gotten back together after all the chaos of prior events, so was this moving too quickly? He had nothing to compare it to.

As she began to speak, stumbling across her words, he slowly stood and made his way over to her. Her eyes came up to meet his one, and he could not help but to smile at the redness in her cheeks. He placed his hands on her shoulders to calm her shaking, letting his magic slip through to her, to ease what appeared to him to be discomfort.

The request was one he simply decided not to think about, not in depth, anyway. He only responded with a soft kiss on her lips. He relished in the warmth of them, and he felt the need for more. But, he refrained, and pulling back just slightly, he said, "Your Angel will do what you have requested." He looked back at the set up behind him, and then, turning back to her, he added, "Perhaps we can bring what is left with us, as I am eager to see your work." He was eager to be with her. To be alone with her. He was not entirely sure why that was the case, but if anything, he wanted to hold her very tightly to him tonight.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

His kiss...

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It eased her just as much as his touch and loving embrace helped with easing her tension. Melting it away as if it were a block of ice in the middle of July. Oh, goodness! Her heart fluttered as it dawned on her - she got to kiss him all the time now. His lips were hers. His smile. The way he held her. How his hand fit so perfectly in hers - it was all for her. Just as this and so much more of herself was his. She couldn't have asked for a better situation. A better guy. Sometimes she didn't feel worthy enough to have him. Everything, just everything that happened. But she wouldn't let him slip away - nor will she allow herself to screw up again. She stood on the tips of her toes - specifically to kiss this man back. As soon as he separated their lips, she dropped back to the ground and smiled up at him. Upon him making his comment, she looked passed him and grinned.

"We can bring the remains back. No sense in letting a perfectly romantic dinner go to waste." she chuckled and patted his toned chest. She grabbed the lids to the tupperware containers and began to cover the food as well as sealing the bottle of juice and readied the picnic basket to load the food producs up. Once all was put away, she began to fold the chairs and smiled at him.

"Babe?" babe...? She could get used to that, "Could you put the dishes in the basket," as they were plastic and now empty, "then I'll get the table cloth, if you fold the table, please?"

She grabbed the chairs, as the car was actually close by. If El looked to where cars could park close to the lake without having to harm the environment - such as actually being parked on sand or in grass - he woyld see her black vehicle. She opened her trunk and slid the chairs in. After closing it, she made her way back to him, ready to take the basket.

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He watched her light up, and he was satisfied, content with how things were turning out. A part of him still warned him of an impending hardship, one he would have to undergo, alone. It was a painful thought that he quickly pushed to the back of his mind, intent on ignoring it until he could no longer.

Smiling, he nodded and went about folding the table and gathering whatever was left of the dinner arrangement. When she returned, he handed her the basket, taking the already folded cloth and table in his arms. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek. Babe? He was not used to such talk. "Ready when you are," he said softly, nudging her nose a bit with his own before heading toward the car.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

His kisses were so sweet. Even if she didn't get to taste his lips. And then their noses rubbed together, which only made her grin more as she nudged her nose back to his. A soft smile, planted against her pink lips. She walked back to the car with him, sighing a bit as she managed to fit everything into the back. After, she closed the trunk, closed the back doors and made her way to the driver's side. Once they were both inside, she buckled up and stretched a bit.

"You do not have to drive with me, El." she grinned.

After a moment, she put the key into the ignition and started the vehicle. Quickly turning down the music. She looked over her right shoulder and slowly began to back out. Turning and began driving away, headed to her apartment. Upon driving, Blake sang with the radio when a song she liked. It was a mix cd she had made, so it was many different types of music. This particular one, Juliet, by Emilie Autumn. A song from Juliet's point of view. She seemed at ease with the playing of the beautiful violin at the beginning. Finding herself humming along with it - just until the light pop sound started. Her lips parted as the words began to leave her mouth.

"You're in my stars, you know?
Don't need no crystal ball to tell me so.
Whispering in the air;
Hoping that my words find you somewhere.
Even when I close my eyes,
I'll never recreate the time that flies.
The consequence is hanging there;
The sky will fall, but I don't care!"

She sang out. Her eyes, never glancing at his, turning up the volume only slightly as she began with the chorus. Softly smiling as she sang.

"Meet me beneath my balcony and say,
"No one, but you could ever fill my night;
Be the sunlight in my every day."
Underneath my balcony I'll say,
"No one, but you could ever fill my night;
Be the sunlight in my every day.""

The words flowed from her mouth, a passion that shinned in her eyes as she continued to sing. But why this song? Then it became relevant. A line left her lips.

'Do you hear me call your name?'

She had called the angel's several times. Only to merely see him only for five minutes. The music, the lyrics, the meaning. It all moved her, just as much as he himself moved her. The lyrics actually meant something to... Them both if the male angel thought about it.

She was singing to him