No angel

[Lovely]

pete muttered something about enjoying his detention when the dean was on his ass...

does Pete like wings?

*teases* ... sure with buffalo sause and ranch *ducks*...
*strokes pretty feathers and whispers how he'll make that up to her*

which is?

show her how much fun his snake tongue can be....

does that involve buffalo sauce?

mm... it def involves sauce...

twirls a feather in her fingers -considering the idea

special sauce... specially prepared for just the right girl... *offers her some of the home brew to start, takes feather and tickles under her chin with it* (long as it wasn't still attached... otherwise, just his finger, turning her for a kiss)

moves at the tickle from her own feather in his hand, her face turning to be caught by his kiss.

long, steamy kiss but just a little taste of the tricks his tongue can play

it wasn't the kiss she was 'supposed' to be having, but it felt really good so she didn't resist, she just let him kiss her. As kisses went, it was the best one she'd ever had her toes curled against the floor and she bit her lower lip gently as he eased away.

Something wrong? *grins and brushes his finger over her cheek*

closes her eyes briefly, tilting her face toward the touch on her cheek. "Depends on your definition of wrong.." Her eyes opened and she looked to him, returning his grin with a small smile of her own.

"Wrong as in... you're not supposed to be here and you're not supposed to be with me, but here I am.. very close. Why don't you tell me your definition," he said, moving his fingers lightly into her hair and over her shoulder, then to the wing he caressed lightly.

She inhaled a trembling breath as he continued to touch her in that gently caressing manner. Her eyes fluttered again and she nodded to his words. "That.. pretty much covers it.." She replied softly, her wings shifting slightly in reaction to his hand on them, she was not used to them being touched at all.

"Then maybe you'll be more comfortable if it's not covered so well, hm? You've had a rough day, and a rough landing for such a tender angel. Take this, it'll help you rest," he offered her the liquid filled capsule, unmarked and glowing pale in the light.

"I'm no angel." She whispered with a faint almost sad smile as her eyes went to what he held out. She stared at the capsule for a long moment before reaching to take it from him.

"No? How so very not an angel are you?" He chuckled as he considered how 'fallen' she might be, his fingers curling around the empty space as she took the pill. He wondered at the smile and looked around the beach he'd found her on.. empty from what he could sense. "It's the special ingredient in that special sauce. It won't hurt you." Whether he would or not, he couldn't be sure.

[Lovely]

"Enough..." She replied quietly, looking at the pill before popping it into her mouth to swallow it. "..not to care what that was." She finished, watching him look around, she chuckled softly. "There's no one else with me if that's what you're looking for." She looked down at her raw palms and the srapes on her arms and legs. "Crash landing.." She whispered mostly to herself, chuckling again.

"Glad I was here to almost help break your fall," he grinned, his eyes flashing briefly in narrowed almond shapes surrounded in a warm copper glow. He blinked and his eyelids seemed to flicker then return to a cast of bluish green like the clear water that lapped nearby. "Not an angel enough for me to see how badly you're hurt?" His emptied hand stroked over her leg above the scratched knee.

"It's just a flesh wound.." She laughed again, imitating the accent from the scene that came to mind at the moment. Her eyes drifted down to his hand on her leg though she didn't try to stop him. "Did I mangle my face? It doesn't feel like it.. just some scrapes?"

"No, just a little scratch. Here," he grinned, kissing the scratch on her cheek as he rubbed her leg a little, feeling the warmth from her and soaking it up. "All better, at least I am."

"Your hands are kind of cool.. are they always like that?" She was almost always about five degrees warmer than most people, a side effect of her mutation. She didn't mind the cool hand, it felt nice over her heated skin, the kiss was nicer but only confusing her more. "Who are you?"

He chuckled,"A guardian angel, strangely enough. Pieter. A very gracious guard whose thankful that you fell on my beach... well this beach... during my watch."

"Why are you thankful that landed so ungracefully on this beach.. that you have guarded so well, seeing as I am the only interloper in sight?... and what are you watching for?"

"New arrivals and intruders, deliveries when they're expected, and beautiful girls on occassion. I'm thankful, that I'm the only witness to your demise," he grinned again, the 'demise' not being her fall exactly.

"Which of those do I fall under? Do you have a category for me?" Her wing was torn in a place not easily seen with how she was sitting right now and she could see some of her feathers scattered about, besides the one he'd taken from her. "I made a mess on your beach."

"Someone will take care of whatever the tide leaves behind," he explained, watching her and not looking at the debris. "You'd be under the beautiful girl and occassional delivery. How's the pain?" The pills usually didn't take long to start working and the heat from her skin was increasing slightly under his palm. "Sorry I am usually a little cool. This doesn't bother you, does it?" He slid his hand up ever so slightly to another warm patch.

Her gaze came to linger on his face now and she shrugged, her jaw tightening against a sharp pain but otherwise she didn't seem to notice that she was hurt. "It's tolerable.. I think I tore my wing pretty good. I'm not a doctor but I think I'll pull through." Her leg shifted beneath his hand, causing it to shift a little higher on her thigh. "It actually feels kind of nice.. soothing."

His fingers curled gently again, caressing her leg to soothe further. "Tolerable isn't good enough. How can I take your mind off it? I'm not a doctor either, but..." She was curious now that she was alert and he held her gaze, another flash of warm copper in his eyes retreated as quickly as it showed. "Is the pill taking effect?"

"Not sure it will get much better than tolerable." She told him softly, leaning toward him a little as she confided. "What is the pill supposed to be doing? If it's for the pain, then yes.. it's working.." Her hand lifted slowly, her fingers curling a little and then gently brushing against his arm. "That... feels nice.. " She glanced at his hand on her leg, briefly wondering why she didn't stop him but the thought was gone before she could answer it. "... I feel.. warm.." She meant warmer than normal for her but did she need to distinguish it for him?