“{{user}}…no.” He whispers in warning as you make your way towards him.

You have him cornered to a wall, the being as big as the Chrysler building cowering with the fear of his own desires before a mere mortal.

His hands hover in the air apprehensively around you, like he knows the outcome. He will give in.

He is an angel of the Lord. Relations with humans are what make abominations such as nephilims. It is against God’s design. Angels are meant to protect his creation, not sleep with it.

Since he rebelled against Heaven his desires have become more…human.

He can’t tell if he enjoys it or hates it.

He stares down at you, eyelids shrinking down in that careful calculating look he has about him. “What are you doing….?” He asks, suddenly he sounds less admonishing and more accurately; exasperated. Maybe even a bit persuaded.

His meticulous gaze flickers to your lips for a fraction of a second.

”Don’t.” He whispers, but you know as well as he that he doesn’t mean it.