Was I insane? Was I dead? Was this Heaven? Purgatory? Someplace in between?
Honestly, none of that mattered as I ran to him. I could be dreaming, I could have had a complete psychotic break, I could be dead. Either way, it didn’t matter, as long as I could see him, touch him, talk to him.
He catches me, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. I just melt into him. Hugging him tightly, pressing against him. I feel his wings wrap around me warm and soft, enveloping me. I keep kissing him, grabbing his jaw and kissing him deeper and deeper, stopping only for a gasp of air.
He tastes the same, smells like the same cheap cologne. The only thing different is the wings. But I can deal with that. Since he’s dead, angel wings make sense to me. I don’t bother questioning it further or even trying to think about it. I do not dare break whatever illusion or fantasy this is.
I feel overwhelmed, pressing my forehead to his. Panting heavily, I look into his eyes, feeling my heartbeat in my cheeks and his against my skin. “I missed you,” I manage to gasp. An understatement to say the least.
He holds me close, his hand on the back of my head. His eyes glow an intense icy blue that I remember from when he was alive and his face appears flushed. He breathes slowly, smiling wide to me. “I missed you too.” His smile fades slightly. “But what are you doing here?” His eyes aren’t sunken like they were when I first saw him, his face isn’t as ragged or tired looking. His feathers even seem brighter, closer to silver than white.
I hear Detective Miller behind me and he chuckles. “I uh… I took some liberties.”
Tim’s blue eyes burn in anger towards Detective Miller. I shiver as Tim glares daggers at him. I press closer against him.
“How is she here?” Tim asks again.
“Did I die?” I ask, caressing Tim’s cheek. Clean shaven as always.
Tim looks to me, shaking his head. “You aren’t dead, Sofia.”
“So I’m just insane then?” I feel oddly at peace with the concept.
Tim tries to respond but I press my fingers to his lips to silence him. “Tim, it’s fine. Psychotic break or not, I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.”
“Tim?” Detective Miller says happily, “Oh… now that’s interesting.”
Tim narrows his eyes at Detective Miller. “Brother, she’s an exception.”
I gave Tim a concerned glance. “An exception to what?”
Detective Miller laughs. “Oh, it’s just that Brother Timothy here hates when he’s called ‘Tim’.”
I turned to Tim, shocked. “You do?”
Tim’s cheeks flushed, “I don’t mind if you do it.”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Detective Miller says as he begins to walk away, turning from the both of us.
“I have to speak with you about this, Brother,” Tim starts.
“No, you don’t, Brother.” Detective Miller says matter-of-factly as he continues to walk away, his wings jostling up and down as if he were shaking them off. “You’re looking good, by the way! Better than you have in weeks.” He starts to walk off. From the top of the stairs, I hear, “You’re welcome!”
Tim looks to me, his wings spreading and then folding behind him as if to express some mild agitation. They almost shimmer as they do. I’m on cloud nine as I gaze at him, moving my hands down his shoulders, gently over his back, and across their downy softness. “These suit you, Tim.”
Tim laughs, pursing his lips. “I had no clue how to tell you. If you’d believe me if you’d leave if I did.”
“Tell me what?” I say as I feel his pulse beat through his wings, an odd detail. “There’s nothing you need to tell me. It’s pretty clear, Tim. I’ve lost my damn mind.”
Tim laughs, moving my hand away from his face. “You aren’t crazy, my Captain…” His eyes seem to glow as he says this.
I shake my head. “There’s no way I’m seeing you as an angel. It’s impossible. Did I cross into the land of the dead?” I laugh at the concept. “The only logical explanation is that I went insane from losing you… and this is how I’m coping.” I lean my head against his chest, hearing his strong heartbeat. “Poorly, mind you, but coping all the same.”
Tim holds me, his hand resting on the back of my head gently. He’s silent for some time. “Sofia, I was always an angel—well, Nephilim technically. From the day I met you. Remember the pickup line at the bar? I wasn’t being awkward with you. I thought you had found me out.”
I close my eyes, hearing him speak as I continue to listen to his heartbeat.
“Why do you think I never let you touch my back?”
…
I recall the first time I had gotten physically intimate with Tim.
The morning after we had met in the bar, I woke up staring at a strange ceiling. I sat up, finding myself in a hotel bed. There was a bottle of water on the nightstand next to me, with a note:
“Drink Me!–Timothy."
I drank it down, as I got out of bed. I noticed my shoes were the only article of clothing that had been taken off. I looked over to the window and spot Tim laying on the couch. I chuckled to myself, walking over, and knocked his legs off the couch.
“Woah!” He said, sitting up. “Oh… Good morning, Sofia.”
I sat next to him. “Good morning, Mr. White Knight.” I pulled my legs up onto the couch and snuggled up next to him. “Very gallant of you to protect my purity and virtue.”
He smiled, his arm moving around me. “You were very drunk. It was easy to get you into bed…” he explained, “alone, that is.”
I laughed. “Well, a good deed deserves a nice reward right?” I leaned in to kiss him.
He kissed me back, hungry for the contact.
My hands roamed over his shoulders and down his back. I went to pull him close, but he stopped me suddenly.
“No! Not my back… sorry… I…” His breath was quick.
“Okay…” I frowned. “It’s okay… is it an old wound or something?”
He looked away. “Or something.”
I grab his chin and kiss him again. My hand wanders over his right shoulder, feeling thick scar tissue.
He grunts. “Stinger missile took me out of the air…”
I remove his shirt, gingerly running my hands over his torso, feeling what felt like heavy grip tape along it.
He closes his eyes, “Be… careful there.”
“Tender?” I ask.
He takes my wrist in his hand, inhaling sharply. “Something… for another time. Just… no touching my back, please?”
I nod, smiling. “Sure.”
He was always so very sensitive about his back
…
I take a step back. “If… you’re an angel…” I recall how he never talked about his past, the patches on his back. I narrow my eyes at him, “Then you’re alive, as in you never died?”
Tim’s face falls. “Yes.”
“Why did you fake your death?” I shout, pushing him away. “Why did you lie to me?” I can feel my anger rising by the moment.
Tim grips my shoulders tight, “I didn’t lie! Colonel Anderson did. He orchestrated it because I couldn’t. But I couldn’t risk your life if you got mixed up in all of this.”
I push his hands off and then give him a firm slap across the face. “Do you have any idea what you put me through this past week?” I shout.
Tim argues, “You? It may have been Colonel Anderson who lied for me but it still killed me! I’ve been on the brink of insanity for the past three weeks!” He calms down and looks to the floor. “I’ve suffered Sofia… trust me, I regretted doing it. Hearing your messages on my voicemail, it broke me. I was a mess. But I had to suffer through to protect you.”
“I’m not some damsel in distress you need to keep safe, Tim!” I shout. “I’m a soldier, just like you!” Wait, did he say weeks? It’s been a single week since Tim died, or faked his death, how could weeks have passed in that time? “Also, you’ve been dead for one week!” I frowned, crossing my arms, “Faking… dead… for one week.”
Tim clears his throat, motioning around us. “Time’s relative so it passes slower here than on Earth.”
I look to the stars that stretch out past the end of the floor and out to infinity. Where are we that he’s claiming time doesn’t pass the same way? “Tim, Where are we, exactly?”
“Sofia, follow me, I’ll explain where you are,” Tim takes my hand, his smile fading slightly, “and what I am.”
I look to him suspiciously and follow along, walking up the stairs. “I’m still pissed at you… by the way…” I squeeze his hand in mine. “But I’m glad you’re alive… just… never do that to me again.”
Timothy smiles to me, pulling me closer, “I promise.”
I marvel at how huge everything here is, how the marble looks endless, the ceiling topless and everything seems to go on forever. As I reach the top of the stairs, Timothy motions to the two massive angel statues.
“That’s my Grandmother, Saint Dinah. She was the Metatron here when this temple was in its prime,” Timothy explains.
“Metatron?”
“The Metatron’s a title for an angel of God, a rather special title.” Tim looks to the statue in reverence. “She spoke for God but also handed out edicts in his name. The Angels of this temple used to take his word to mortals and perform miracles and wonders.”
“So, does that mean you’re the Metatron now?” The case for my sanity is quickly waning.
Tim sighs. “I’m still learning. I had no one to show me.”
I lean against him. “I see why you didn’t talk about your family, but still…” I give him a withering gaze. “I’m mad about you faking your death though, you jerk.”
Tim is about to say something when I hear a sudden frantic clip-clopping noise. As if someone in heels or tap shoes was running across a concrete sidewalk.
“Oh, Timothy, I’m so happy Jason was right!” a woman’s voice shouts.
I turn to see a red-headed woman running towards us. I narrow my eyes on her because she’s probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Worse yet, she looks like she has the curves of a porn actress, though she’s wearing white robes and cloth over just about every inch of her body. I wonder how badly her shoulders must hurt from carrying such a heavy pair of tits around.
As she gets closer, I notice she has a pair of short red horns on her head—well, they start out red at the base, but slowly lighten to white tips, the majority of them being differing hues of pink in between. As she gets closer, I notice a pair of red leathery wings tucked behind her. I see her hair is combed over her right eye.
She stops before us, beaming at me with a bright smile. “Oh, you’re every bit as lovely as Timothy described!” She extends a white-gloved hand. “I’m Lady Tasha Crestfall, but please just call me Tasha.”
I reach out to shake her hand. “Captain Sofia Vázquez…”
“Oh, what am I doing!” Tasha shouts as she grabs me, hugging me tightly.
Height-wise, she’s a little taller than me, shockingly almost as tall as Timothy, so I wind up with a face full of heavily clothed boob.
“I’m Timothy’s sister which means we’re sisters, basically!” she lets go, smiling wide.
I gasp for air. “I thought I was going to die in there!”
Tasha blushes. “Sorry!”
I compose myself as I glare at Tim. “You have a sister?”
Tim clears his throat. “I uh… I have six, actually.”
“Six Sisters!” I shout, shocked. Why would I have, want, or even fever dream Tim having six sisters? Now I’m starting to feel slightly overwhelmed by what’s happening because it’s dawning on me that this is all real.
I turn to Tim, poking him in the chest, glaring at him, “You know it would have been nice if you’d told me something about your family! When I buried you, I sat there alone like an idiot!” I realize, very quickly, how it would have made little sense for me to invite or try to invite his siblings, but I was committed to my anger, lest I lose control over my emotions.
Tim seems just about ready to say something before suddenly Tasha interrupts him.
“You made her go to your funeral?” She shouts marching or clopping over to him.
It’s at this point I see Tasha from behind, and I realize to my shock she isn’t wearing heels. She has hooves! A spaded tail is wrapped around her waist from behind her as well.
“Are you… a demon?” I ask Tasha, shocked.
Tasha faces me. “Well, physically I’m a Succubus, but mostly I am a priestess of God.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You can do that?”
Tasha beams at me. “Well, yes, if your soul is free you can do whatever you want with it.”
“Uh-huh…” I say, skeptically. Turning my attention to Tim, “So… you have five other sisters?”
Tim hems and haws slightly. “Yes. I’m sorry I never mentioned them.”
Tasha chastises. “Not even mentioning us and not mentioning her until we all found out you were having your death faked!” She turns to me, “I’m so sorry by the way. I told him he was an idiot for doing it.” Tasha’s face softens slightly as she regards Tim again, “You’re looking much stronger now,” Tasha casts a sly grin in my direction, “with Sofia by your side.”
Tim beams to me, his face flushing. “I guess I was being an idiot,” he admits.
My anger is boiling down rather quickly as I spot that familiar smile that I love so dearly.
Tim takes my hand. “Let’s get you settled in. You’ve been through a lot, all because of me.”
I chuckle. “I suppose…” He leads me towards a hallway. “Where are we, though? You’ve kind of skipped that part," I probe. “I know this is some kind of temple but, where the hell is said temple?”
“I’ll get to that, it’s a lot to unpack,” Tim explains as he leads on. We reach a hallway with multiple doors on either side. It reminds me of a dormitory. “For now, know you’re not on Earth, but this isn’t exactly Heaven.” He stops at the first door. “Do you want your own quarters or would you like to share with me?”
I lean against him, looking up and beaming brightly, “I think that sharing would be good, for now.”
Tim smiles and opens the door, “Well then, welcome to our room.”
I look Inside and what I see is an outrageously plain room. A simple cot, a small dresser, and a hamper. There’s a small TV mounted on a wall with a disc player.
I turn to him. “Tim, is this your room?”
Tim nods. “Is it too much? Do you want to redecorate or for me to get you a separate bed? Or–”
I turn and kiss him, pushing him toward the small cot and kicking the door closed as we collapse on it together. The cot’s cheap springs complain as we fall onto it.
Tim’s wings wrap around me as he pulls me tight. It’s like I’m being held by two sets of arms.
Tim breaks the kiss, his eyes glow with a pulsing icy blue light. I can feel his heartbeat against my skin. His hands roam over my shoulders and gently he moves his hands down my back to my waist, where he pulls my shirt up slowly, tickling me with his fingers as he moves up along my waist and back.
As my shirt raises over my head, I shoot him a mischievous smile, moving my hands over his shirt, slowly undoing buttons. I hear the sound of his shoes hitting the floor and smile, pushing my own shoes off my feet.
He soon turns me around, my back on the cot, and I find myself looking up at him. I shiver a bit as he begins to kiss my neck. I run my hand through his hair and shudder as he continues to kiss my skin gingerly, arching my back to press my skin against his.
I Inhale sharply as he nibbles on my skin here and there, moving lower and lower before he stops at my petite breasts.
Tim pushes my bra up and teases my nipple with his tongue.
I let out a soft moan and bite my lower lip as I squirm under him. “Tim…” I whisper, “that feels so good.”
Tim’s eyes show me he’s happy for the praise, his eyebrows raising playfully. Soon he’s done teasing and trails kisses down my stomach. He kisses my belly button, giving me a jolt.
“Oh! Tim!” I slap the top of his head, “God, not there!” I laugh.
Tim grins at me and hooks his fingers under the waist of my jeans.
I shake my head, “You’re forgetting something there, Major Over-Eager…”
Tim shakes his head back. “No I’m not my Captain…” and with his mouth, he undoes the button on my jeans, then grabs the zipper with his teeth, pulling the zipper down slowly. He then tugs my jeans down my legs methodically, kissing my hips and thighs as he does.
I let out soft gasps as he trails his kisses over my body, my excitement growing as he removes my jeans. “I think it’s your turn, Major.”
Tim shakes his head. “No no, you called me Major Over-Eager,” he taunts, hooking his fingers through the waist of my panties next. “So now you have to suffer through a slow and arduous session of lovemaking.”
I gasp in mock horror, “You fiend…”
He pulls my panties down, smiling up at me as he crawls between my legs.
“Wait, what are you–” I’m cut off as Tim’s tongue slides along my inner thigh and then up across my labia. “Oh, shit!” I gasp.
Tim’s tongue works slowly, agonizingly slowly, working up and down my pussy lips. After what felt like ages of blissful torture, I feel his tongue slid up across my clit.
I gasp, grabbing his head with both hands and pushing my hips against him, “Oh God!” I cry out, my toes curling as he mercilessly continues. Just before I feel it’s too much he backs off, to my mixed satisfaction and longing, and then begins teasing my outer lips again.
Tim continues, alternating between my clit and labia, driving me wild for God knows how long.
I feel like I’m about to reach the tipping point before he stops unexpectedly. I whimper, “No no… I was close…” I protest.
Tim moves on top of me slowly, his own pants discarded, wearing nothing but the unbuttoned dress shirt. He smiles at me, and falls gently against me, kissing me deeply.
I kiss back, tasting a bit of myself in his mouth and shivering in pleasure as I feel him adjust himself and position his cock against my pussy.
He slides the head up and down my slit for a few moments before I grab his wrist.
“Take me, now!” I demand.
Tim obliges, thrusting into me, filling me with his manhood.
I wrap my legs tightly around his hips and bite my lip hard as he does. I grind my hips against him as he begins a slow and strong pace. “Oh God, Tim!” I gasp, “I love you.”
Tim holds my hips tightly, his breath is heavy. “I love you, Sofia, my Captain.”
I shiver with pleasure as he thrusts harder, my hands running over his shoulders and my fingers dragging against his shoulders. “Fuck!” I shout. My breathing is growing ragged as I arch my back, pressing myself harder against him.
The cot creaks and complains as Tim continues his efforts, his thrusts soon growing faster.
“Yes!” I shout, “Faster!” I groan as he does as I ask, “Harder!” I’m a little shocked at how hard he thrusts next, though not disappointed in the least. I kiss him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, moving my hand to the back of his head to hold him close to me.
Tim’s eyes are staring into mine, I feel my heartbeat in my ears as all I can think about are his outrageously sexy eyes and the pleasure assaulting my senses.
I break the kiss only to get air, my breaths coming faster and faster, my forehead pressed against his as I hold him close to me. I never want to let him go. My body is shuddering as he continues to pump into me. “Tim… I’m… Oh, God!”
Tim’s hands move from my hips, one on the small of my back, the other moves to the back of my neck. He pulls me in close and presses his lips against mine for a searing kiss that culminates in my head spinning and my body exploding with pleasure as I climax. My cries are muffled by his lips and I feel him give a few slow and strong thrusts, groaning against me.
The kiss breaks as we both have to breathe, I shiver and gasp for air as I come down from my euphoria.
Tim lays gently on top of me, still inside me, still holding me close.
I slowly let my legs uncross over his hips, releasing him from my grip. “Oh… I’ve missed you so damn much.” I manage to whisper.
Tim pulls me toward him as he rolls over to his side.
I squeak a bit as he slips out of me, and shiver as he pulls me close. I rest my head on his chest, his heartbeat slowing slightly. I drape my leg over him, and my hand lays across his chest as we both come down from our lovemaking.
Tim glances to me, his hand running through my hair, “It feels pure… when we make love. It’s like… praying sometimes.”
I laugh. “Just because of the ‘Oh God’s’?” I can’t get the happy grin off my face.
Tim chuckles, his chest rumbling with his laugh, jostling my head up and down gently.
I close my eyes and kiss his bare chest softly. “Tim?”
“Yes, Sofia?” Tim answers.
“Marry me?” I ask.
Tim looks at me in surprise, “What?”
“Marry me. I want to be husband and wife,” I explain, “I don’t want to lose you again, and if I did, I don’t want to live with any regrets.” I stare into his eyes. “All I could think about at your funeral was that it wasn’t your time. That we had so much life to live. We can’t waste it, Tim, we only live on this earth for so long.”
Tim’s look of shock turns to bemusement, and he kisses my forehead. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”
My heart soars as I slide up his chest and kiss him passionately.
Tim kisses back, pulling me closer.
I’m more than happy to get another round going before there’s a very agitating knock on the door.
“Saint Timothy? Uh, the new recruits are here from the army base! I let them in as you asked, the Colonel gave me a uniform for someone else too? I’ll leave it with the bags.” A Latino voice says from behind the door, clearing his throat before he continues, “They’re waiting in the main foyer.”
I give Tim the biggest puppy dog eyes I can manage.
Tim growls, pulling my hair slightly to tilt my head back, kissing me deeply.
I melt as he does this, letting him manipulate me as he sees fit.
Tim breaks the kiss to my disappointment. “I need to address this…” he grimaces, “They have the worst timing.”
I pout, “I’ll say…” I slid my hand over his cock to his surprise, “Tim Jr wanted to play some more… but… I guess we’ll have to wait until later.” I give him a sly smile.
Tim’s million-watt smile returns, and he kisses me softly. “I will never let anyone or anything harm you. You’re my everything.”
“I better be,” I tease as I sit up and step out of the bed.
Tim does the same. He reaches up to the door and pulls a rather heavy robe off of a hook, donning it quickly. He cracks the door open slightly, “Jorge, tell them I’ll be with them in ten minutes, I’m briefing a senior officer at the moment.”
The Latino voice responds happily, “Of course Saint Timothy. Oh! And don’t forget these bags!”
I notice the duffle bag I brought with me in my car is handed to Tim as well as a garment bag.
“Thank you, Jorge.” Tim gives a grateful smile to the voice behind the door and then closes it. He looks to the bag, “Yours?”
I nod. “I guess someone brought it in from my car? Though the garment bag isn’t mine.”
Tim nods, looking to said garment bag. He unzips it, and smiles, looking to me. “Looks like the Colonel figured out your plot.” He shows me my uniform, pressed, and complete.
“Wait, Colonel Anderson is aware of all of this?” I walk over to Tim and take my uniform from him, looking up to him curiously. “Tim, what exactly are you doing here?”
Tim explains as he dresses in his own uniform. “The Guardian Temple was once a place where angels gathered.” He buttons up his shirt and slides on fresh underwear. “Now it’s our base of operations against…” he gives me a guilty look, “The less scrupulous members of my family.”
I pull my own pair of fresh linens out from the duffle bag. “I’m getting some crazy in-laws, huh?”
Tim’s face turns grim. “To say the least.”
“So you and the other two angels are planning on stopping them? That’s the purpose of this operation?”
Tim nods. “Technically five angels, my sisters Evangeline and Zepherina are here as well.”
I roll my eyes. “Your angelic sister is named ‘Evangeline’?”
Tim chuckle, “She goes by Eva, for short. You’ll meet them soon enough. Jason calls them the ‘Twisted Sisters’.”
“That’s not ominous in any way,” I mock as I finish getting dressed.
Once we’re both in uniform, the exception being that Timothy’s wings peek out from his back rather obviously, Tim opens the door, holding it for me.
“Ever the Gentleman, Major.”
As we walk out I spot a Latino man, I assume the same from earlier, his face lights up as he sees me, “Hello, Saint Timothy! Oh, is this…?”
Tim nods. “Yes Jorge, the Sofia.”
“Jorge Chavez!” Jorge beams as he introduces himself to me. “A pleasure.” he’s about my height, black hair, brown eyes, and a warm and welcoming smile. He’s certainly a civilian, wearing a neat suit and tie. He’s also a human and a welcome sight.
I grin happily to Jorge as I take his hand. “Captain Sofia Vázquez.”
Jorge laughs. “Oh, I know.” He then heads down the hall. “The newcomers are waiting for you, Saint Timothy.”
I whisper to Tim as we head down the hallway to the main foyer, “Saint Timothy?”
Tim glances back to me, “I can’t stop him from calling me that. I don’t think I deserve the title, Jorge thinks I do.”
I nod, snickering a bit. “Well, you could be the saint of lovemaking.”
Tim shakes his head as he laughs, I can tell he’s blushing.
“So how do we play this?” I ask. “Contemptuous Captain or Malevolent Major?”
“Not sure that game will work on these boys, My Captain.” he shoots me a smile as we enter the foyer.
I freeze as I look at the soldiers’ who are awaiting our arrival.
In full military uniform complete with green berets on their heads, stand a pair of soldiers. Each has a duffle bag that is fairly sizeable. The younger soldier has a huge weapons case. Both soldiers are black men, the older soldier has a face I remember from far too many file photos.
“That is a big ass angel,” the younger says.
The older one slaps him upside the head. “Show some damn respect!”
Tim shouts in a practiced officer tone, “Ten-hut!”
They both snap to attention. “Sir!. Sergeant Demond and Sergeant Elon Winter, Reporting for Action, Sir.” Sergeant Demond Winter shouts.
My face goes pale as I realize it is exactly who I thought it was. Sergeant Demond Winter, AKA: The White Wolf. Why is he here?
“I’m Major Timothy Crestfall, this is Captain Sofia Vázquez,” Tim announces formally, “Welcome to Operation Seraph.”
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