shoulders.
Michael smiled gratefully at him, and Gabriel waved a hand, shielding the spot with his power, so that any sounds of passion they might make wouldn’t be heard beyond the woods. He kissed Michael’s cheek and lay back on one arm, gazing at his lover fondly.
“This is nice,” Michael said, lying down beside Gabriel.
“Aye, it is. And”—Gabriel’s lips twitched with mirth—“better with a blanket between my naked bum and the ground. The heather we were lying on before was pretty scratchy.”
Michael looked contrite. “Forgive me.”
“Nothing to forgive, Mike. It’s amusing, aye, and it’ll give me a chuckle for a while, but overall, the whole spontaneous ‘must fuck right now’ thing? Really fucking hot.”
“Language. And I will take your word for it.” Michael took Gabriel’s hand in his own, looking down at their twined fingers. “May I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything you want, solnyshko .”
“You are very kind.” Michael paused for a moment, obviously gathering his thoughts. “Do you think that I am boring?”
Gabriel blinked in surprise. “No? Where did that come from?”
Michael shrugged one shoulder, still resolutely averting his gaze. “I am not as adventurous as you are. Or Uriel or Raziel or Agrat or anyone. I know that I must seem boring to you sometimes.”
“No.” Gabriel shook his head. “You’re different, aye, but different ain’t boring. Different’s just… not the same as me. And it’d be damn boring if we were exactly the same. Our differences are interesting.”
“If you say so.” Michael bit his lip. “But our… bedroom activities must be boring to you?”
“No. Where’s this coming from?” Gabriel’s brow furrowed as he frowned. “Have I given you reason to think that?”
“No, of course not.” Michael looked up. “Forgive me. I fear I am overthinking things too much.” He gave Gabriel a wan smile.
“Okay, but you don’t need to worry about our relationship, yeah? I love you. I love sex with you. I ain’t got any reason to complain because I ain’t got anything to complain about. You make me very happy, Michael.”
“As you say. You would tell me if that changed?”
“Aye, but you’d know anyway. You know me better than I know myself.” Gabriel smiled and leaned in to kiss the tip of Michael’s nose. He laughed softly as Michael wrinkled his nose, and continued. “Mishka, you complement me very well. In everything. In battle, in love, in sex, in friendship. God didn’t make us to be the same. He made you for a specific reason and me for a specific reason. We’re both military, aye, but that doesn’t mean we’re the same. I’m your second-in-command. It’s good that we’re different. Bloody awesome, actually.”
“Language.” Michael sighed. “Must you swear all the time, Gabriel?”
“Aye.” Gabriel nodded.
“Why?”
“’Cause I find your need to scold me for it adorable.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.”
“C’mon, love of my life.” Gabriel touched Michael’s cheek. “Admit it. You find it kind of adorable that I swear and you scold—it’s like our little lover’s routine that we’ll always have, no matter what. When we’re retired on a beach in the Bahamas, drinking cocktails with umbrellas in ’em, I’ll still be swearing, most likely something about those damn kids needing to get off our beach, and you’ll be saying, ‘Language, Gabriel,’ and I’ll smile and know that all’s right with the world. And so will you.”
Michael considered that, a thoughtful expression on his face. Finally, he smiled and looked at Gabriel, shaking his head. “You are right, da bao . You could, however, make a very little effort to swear less. Just a little?”
“All right, I’ll try.” Gabriel kissed Michael’s cheek again. “For you.”
“You are very kind.” Michael reached up to run his fingers through Gabriel’s hair. “I confess that the blanket is
Michael smiled gratefully at him, and Gabriel waved a hand, shielding the spot with his power, so that any sounds of passion they might make wouldn’t be heard beyond the woods. He kissed Michael’s cheek and lay back on one arm, gazing at his lover fondly.
“This is nice,” Michael said, lying down beside Gabriel.
“Aye, it is. And”—Gabriel’s lips twitched with mirth—“better with a blanket between my naked bum and the ground. The heather we were lying on before was pretty scratchy.”
Michael looked contrite. “Forgive me.”
“Nothing to forgive, Mike. It’s amusing, aye, and it’ll give me a chuckle for a while, but overall, the whole spontaneous ‘must fuck right now’ thing? Really fucking hot.”
“Language. And I will take your word for it.” Michael took Gabriel’s hand in his own, looking down at their twined fingers. “May I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything you want, solnyshko .”
“You are very kind.” Michael paused for a moment, obviously gathering his thoughts. “Do you think that I am boring?”
Gabriel blinked in surprise. “No? Where did that come from?”
Michael shrugged one shoulder, still resolutely averting his gaze. “I am not as adventurous as you are. Or Uriel or Raziel or Agrat or anyone. I know that I must seem boring to you sometimes.”
“No.” Gabriel shook his head. “You’re different, aye, but different ain’t boring. Different’s just… not the same as me. And it’d be damn boring if we were exactly the same. Our differences are interesting.”
“If you say so.” Michael bit his lip. “But our… bedroom activities must be boring to you?”
“No. Where’s this coming from?” Gabriel’s brow furrowed as he frowned. “Have I given you reason to think that?”
“No, of course not.” Michael looked up. “Forgive me. I fear I am overthinking things too much.” He gave Gabriel a wan smile.
“Okay, but you don’t need to worry about our relationship, yeah? I love you. I love sex with you. I ain’t got any reason to complain because I ain’t got anything to complain about. You make me very happy, Michael.”
“As you say. You would tell me if that changed?”
“Aye, but you’d know anyway. You know me better than I know myself.” Gabriel smiled and leaned in to kiss the tip of Michael’s nose. He laughed softly as Michael wrinkled his nose, and continued. “Mishka, you complement me very well. In everything. In battle, in love, in sex, in friendship. God didn’t make us to be the same. He made you for a specific reason and me for a specific reason. We’re both military, aye, but that doesn’t mean we’re the same. I’m your second-in-command. It’s good that we’re different. Bloody awesome, actually.”
“Language.” Michael sighed. “Must you swear all the time, Gabriel?”
“Aye.” Gabriel nodded.
“Why?”
“’Cause I find your need to scold me for it adorable.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.”
“C’mon, love of my life.” Gabriel touched Michael’s cheek. “Admit it. You find it kind of adorable that I swear and you scold—it’s like our little lover’s routine that we’ll always have, no matter what. When we’re retired on a beach in the Bahamas, drinking cocktails with umbrellas in ’em, I’ll still be swearing, most likely something about those damn kids needing to get off our beach, and you’ll be saying, ‘Language, Gabriel,’ and I’ll smile and know that all’s right with the world. And so will you.”
Michael considered that, a thoughtful expression on his face. Finally, he smiled and looked at Gabriel, shaking his head. “You are right, da bao . You could, however, make a very little effort to swear less. Just a little?”
“All right, I’ll try.” Gabriel kissed Michael’s cheek again. “For you.”
“You are very kind.” Michael reached up to run his fingers through Gabriel’s hair. “I confess that the blanket is
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