[And all of Gabriel's hopes and deams died. Oh, deep down, underneath untempered animal lust, there existed that nagging voice that said 'toldja so' in a tone that would not be out of place on Dean Winchester on his smuggest days and logically, she was kind of right. And also teleporting to the safety of a hotel or something equally romantic would probably just make her throw up and that was worse for the mood than anything.
Jilted? Yes, Gabriel had been jilted, but usually not right in the middle of the act. At least he could console himself in the fact that jilting him was not a matter of no, you're really bad at this, get off and she wanted it just as badly. The timing was just... Bad.
Very slowly, resisting the urge to point out no, there would probably be nothing along the lines of 'fucking fuck' here tonight-because that would be more insensitive than he was willing to go- and when did he actually start caring about people's feelings?- he slid off of her and as if in a daze gestured calmly to the general bathroom area and walked straight there with no word. He was a little beyond words beyond some weird gibbering right now.
A moment later, the water started, which was fascinating considering they were in the middle of a city-wide blackout. Angel mojo wins again. He pressed his head against the back of the shower and thought about kittens. Dead kittens. Dead, disemboweled kittens. Dead disemboweled kittens rising from the dead and digging their claws in his shoulder- OH COME ON.
That thought process was followed by a series of thuds, which while someone might mistake it for a very violent act of well, it was actually just Gabriel hitting his head against the shower repeatedly.
He wasn't as frustrated at the lack of sex as he'd let people believe. And if weren't a functioning empath on the best days, he'd probably be spending this magical time wondering what the hell he did wrong. The answer? Nothing. They were good. Awesome, in fact. And probably horrifically wrong for each other in the best ways, but details, right? It's not like Gabriel could build the Taj Mahal on the backs of his healthy relationships. His last major relationship ended because his girlfriend bloodspelled him and then stabbed him in the heart.
Thirty minutes later, Gabriel emerged from the shower, fully clothed, and with a body temperature that was about three degrees colder than normal.]
Gimme a warning next time and I'll make a reservation somewhere. [He wasn't angry or anything. Mostly just drained. The effort of calming down after that took a lot out of him.]
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Date: 2011-02-25 08:16 pm (UTC)Jilted? Yes, Gabriel had been jilted, but usually not right in the middle of the act. At least he could console himself in the fact that jilting him was not a matter of no, you're really bad at this, get off and she wanted it just as badly. The timing was just... Bad.
Very slowly, resisting the urge to point out no, there would probably be nothing along the lines of 'fucking fuck' here tonight-because that would be more insensitive than he was willing to go- and when did he actually start caring about people's feelings?- he slid off of her and as if in a daze gestured calmly to the general bathroom area and walked straight there with no word. He was a little beyond words beyond some weird gibbering right now.
A moment later, the water started, which was fascinating considering they were in the middle of a city-wide blackout. Angel mojo wins again. He pressed his head against the back of the shower and thought about kittens. Dead kittens. Dead, disemboweled kittens. Dead disemboweled kittens rising from the dead and digging their claws in his shoulder- OH COME ON.
That thought process was followed by a series of thuds, which while someone might mistake it for a very violent act of well, it was actually just Gabriel hitting his head against the shower repeatedly.
He wasn't as frustrated at the lack of sex as he'd let people believe. And if weren't a functioning empath on the best days, he'd probably be spending this magical time wondering what the hell he did wrong. The answer? Nothing. They were good. Awesome, in fact. And probably horrifically wrong for each other in the best ways, but details, right? It's not like Gabriel could build the Taj Mahal on the backs of his healthy relationships. His last major relationship ended because his girlfriend bloodspelled him and then stabbed him in the heart.
Thirty minutes later, Gabriel emerged from the shower, fully clothed, and with a body temperature that was about three degrees colder than normal.]
Gimme a warning next time and I'll make a reservation somewhere. [He wasn't angry or anything. Mostly just drained. The effort of calming down after that took a lot out of him.]