Thanking the Goddess

Title: Thanking the Goddess
Author: AnitaB
Rating: Oh, this is sooo the NC-17 half... sex ahead
Author’s Notes: I’d like to send a big thank you out to Stormdraven, the reviewer that let me know this story didn’t post right the first time. Thanks and keep reading.
Chapter two: Things to be grateful for

There it was, the sensation he’d imagined for so long: Sara’s hands in his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. And ...oh god...her lips. There was nothing in this world that felt better than finally kissing Sara. And he never ever wanted to stop. Groaning deep in his throat, Gabriel gathered her closer, lifting her knee against his side and sliding a hand up the outside of her thigh.

“Oh, Gabriel.”

God, he loved that sound, Sara’s voice moaning his name. He loved the way her body moved against his, trying to get closer. He couldn’t get enough of her smooth skin under his hands and her lips responding eagerly to his. He treasured the fierce grip of her arms around him and the gentle caress of her hands in his hair and on his face. He loved knowing she wanted him this much, loved knowing he could finally touch his Sara. “Sara, love, my beautiful Sara.”

Sliding his lips along her throat, Gabriel heard a low moan that wasn’t his, or Sara’s. //No, not yet. I need more.// Another sound made the decision for him. Gabriel reluctantly lifted his mouth from her skin after one last kiss.

“Gabriel?” Tightening her arms around him, Sara moved to recapture his lips with her own, driving a harsh sound from his throat.

“Sara,” Rallying his will, Gabriel covered her mouth with his fingertips, stopping her. “You know I want to kiss you,” Watching his thumb stroking over those lips, he groaned. “I’ll never get enough of your kiss, but the bad guys are waking up.” Gabriel smiled, treasuring the vaguely dazed look on her face.

“Oh, yeah, the bad guys. The case. We should get back to work then, shouldn’t we?” Awkwardly, reluctantly, Sara pulled out of his arms, tugging her skirt into place. “Call Danny, while I tie these two up.”

Gabriel took the cell phone, catching her hand and kissing her palm in the process. Watching her smile, he moved back to dial the phone.

“Detective Woo,”

“Hey, Danny. It’s Gabriel. We got something for you.”

“We?” He sighed. “What did Sara drag you into now?”

“A dance club, a knife fight. Nothing serious.” Gabriel laughed, part of his attention still locked on the way Sara’s hair fell around her face. “We’re in the alley behind Zyptheria and Sara’s tying up a couple of suspects as we speak.”

“And what do we suspect them of?” Danny’s voice undulated with sarcastic humor in Gabriel’s ear.

“Attempted murder of me, we know they did. We think they offed your dead body.”

“Remind our little Sara to read them their rights when they come to. I’m on my way.”

Clicking the phone closed, Gabriel let his eyes follow Sara as she moved back across the alley towards him. God, she was beautiful and warm and...supposed to be in his arms. From the sway of her hips, to the smile on her lips: everything about Sara made his hands itch to touch her. The day Gabriel could hold her as much as he wanted to would be the day he could die a happy man. “Danny’s on the way, said to remind you to read them their rights.” He couldn’t keep the heat from his voice and treasured the matching heat in her eyes.

***

She could feel him standing there, hovering only a foot behind her. Sara could feel the skin of her back begging her to stepser ser to his heat, begging to be wrapped in his arms. The cool brush of his shirt against her arms and waist and the scent of his cologne in the fabric made her body clamor or contact with his. She could feel his eyes on her, like he wanted to be closer too. //God, Gabriel.//

“Thanks, Danny, see you at work tomorrow.”

Danny smiled and glanced at Gabriel over her shoulder. “Not too early, I expect.” He nodded at Sara, then turned to the man hovering behind her. “You make sure she gets home, okay Gabriel.”

Sara’s eyes fell closed as Gabriel moved closer, only inches away. “I’ll take care of her.” His hand touched her back and his voice rumbled close to her ear, sending shivers down her back.

“If she’ll let you, go right ahead. See you both later.”

As Danny turned to walk away, Sara found herself leaning backwards against Gabriel’s chest, not really knowing how she’d gotten there and never wanting to leave. She groaned at the feel of his hand sliding along the skin of her waist.

“Sara?”

Turning her head, she could see the question in his eyes. As he raised a hand to touch her cheek, Sara watched his arm. The wound had stopped bleeding but the scab traced over half the length of his forearm. He could have been killed tonight. Gabriel could have died before she’d ever told him.... “Gabriel, I could’ve lost you.”

“Never, Sara,”

She smiled, pulling him closer and winding her fingers through his hair. “I’ll hold you to that promise, Gabriel.” Dragging his lips to her own, Sara drank in the heat of his body against hers. His hands flattened on the skin of her back, pulling her harder against him and forcing a low moan from her. Clenching a fist in his hair, she deepened the kiss, urgently exploring his mouth. It was....everything she’d ever dreamed of, the heated touch of his hands, the eager response of his kiss. “Gabriel,”

“Oh, God, Sara,” Gabriel gathered her closer, sliding his lips down her throat and his hands along her thigh. “Please, Sara,” He planted a soft, open-mouthed kiss against the rapid pulse in her throat, the gentle suction pulling a gasp from her lips and Sara shivered in his arms. “I will never get enough of this, of you. Please don’t make me let you go.” Gabriel pulled back enough to see her face, breathing a groan against her lips. “Please,”

Sara’s blood churned at the raw heat in his gaze, the promise in his embrace. She ran a hand through his hair, resting her forehead against his. "I don’t want you to let go, Gabriel. I don’t want to let you go. I want more.” Brushing her thumb over his mouth, Sara resisted the urge to kiss him again. One more taste of him and they might not be able to leave this alley. And nudity in public was an arrestable offense. “Let’s go,”

Twining her hand through his, Sara led Gabriel around the corner to the motorcycle, sighing at the feel of his body against hers. His arms wrapped tightly around her, one hand sliding past cloth and leather to press against skin. The touch of his skin burned as always, and Sara couldn’t get enough. “Gabriel,”

“You feel so good, Sara,” He breathed against her ear, trailing a line of kisses down her neck. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

God, she could feel him, hard against the small of her back. A groan burst from her lips as her body involuntarily moved closer, wanting to feel more of his hard heat. “Oh, God, Gabriel,” Sara’s hands clenched against the muscles of his legs.

“Uh, drive,”

“Driving,” Sara reluctantly moved her hands back to the bike’s controls.

***

“Oh, God, Gabriel.” Her voice was doing amazing things to his internal organs. But if her hips moved against his one more time, Gabriel couldn’t take it. He’d have to haul her off this bike and find the nearest flat surface. And as fun as it would be, that wasn’t how he wanted their first time. Rallying his self restraint, Gabriel scooted back a few inches, groaning in her ear. “Uh, drive.”

“Driving.”

He was intensely aware of every small move her body made, both grateful for and mourning it when her hands left his legs. As the motorcycle revved to life, Gabriel followed the urging of his body and moved those small inches forward, wanting to be even closer. Loving the way her body responded to his, he stroked a palm over the skin of her leg, moving ever closer to the softest silk of her inner thigh.

“Uh, Gabriel?”

God, he loved the way she said his name. “Yeah, Sara?”

“I’m trying to drive and that hand is a little...uh...distracting.” She moved a little, almost flinching under his fingers. Sara’s voice asked him to stop but her body shifted to give him more access. God, he loved that he could make her respond like this.

“Sorry, baby. It’s hard not to touch you.” He pulled his wandering hand back a bit, running his lips along her neck. “So you better hurry before I can’t hold back.” Gabriel felt the skin of her throat vibrate with her groan and had to push it further, whispering against her pulse. “God, I want you, Sara.” Her whole body reacted to it, Gabriel’s body reacted in kind. The second this motorcycle stopped, he wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore. “Hurry, Sara.”

With his face buried in her hair, Gabriel felt the motorcycle jerk to a stop.

“Gabriel, about that hand...” Sara covered his hand with one of her own, sliding it over her leg to her inner thigh. “Where were we?” She sighed at his touch, leaning closer.

“I believe we were right about here,” Spreading his hand against her skin, Gabriel pulled her hips back against his own, kissing her urgently. The feel of her hand holding his against her skin sent heat into his blood and he pulled her closer, groaning at the way this felt. Her hips rocked against his, inviting his hand higher. “Sara, we have to go inside,” Gabriel forced himself to move back, climbing off the bike to offer her a hand. “We can try it on the motorcycle another time.”

***

//Motorcycle? Oh, yeah, the motorcycle, the one I’m on outside.// Gathering up her senses from wherever his touch had scattered them, Sara breathlessly laid her hand in his, standing up as close to his body as she could. Shivering at the heat of him and the idea of feeling even more of him, she raised smoldering eyes to his, trailing her free hand up his chest. “Come inside with me,” Sara could hear her voice trembling and didn’t care. “I want you so much.”

Sara’s eyes fluttered as Gabriel buried a groan in her palm. His voice rumbled, sending a massive does of heat through her system. “If you touch me before we get inside, we may not make it there, Sara. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”

His words did it. Any doubts, any hesitations, any second thoughts that might have been in Sara’s head simply vanished. Before this night was over, Gabriel’s hair was going to spill over her pillow. She had to have him and that was all there was to it. “Let’s go.” Twining her fingers through his, Sara led him inside, taking only a moment to securely lock the door behind them. “Gabriel,” She pressed her body against his, cradling his face in her hands. “Can I touch you now?”

“God, Sara, yes,” His voice sent shivers down her back as his hands pulled her closer and his lips captured hers. “Sara,” She groaned, treasuring the heat of his arms around her. Sara opened to Gabriel’s kiss, reluctantly giving up the feel of his skin under her palms as he pulled the silver shirt from her body. “My beautiful Sara,” Those hands trailed over her arms, the lines of her back, skin to skin, reminding her just how little of his skin she could reach.

“Gabriel, it’s my turn,” Fisting a hand in his hair, she dragged his lips to her own. “You’re wearing too much clothing.” Breathlessly exploring his mouth, Sara eagerly pulled his shirt out of his waistband, sliding hungry hands underneath the fabric to skin. Gabriel’s skin. “God, you feel good. I need more.” Peeling the shirt off over his head, she flattened both hands against his chest, trailing her lips along his neck. “Gabriel,”

"God, Sara,” He hauled her against his body, wrapping both arms around the bare skin of her waist. “I’ll never get enough of kissing you. Give me more.”

Languidly curling her arms around his shoulders, Sara moaned against his lips. She’d been searching for a good man who loved kissing and here he was, in her arms. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she lifted her head for his kiss and reveled in the hot, smooth skin pressed against her stomach, back and arms. And this kiss....god, she’d never get enough of kissing Gabriel.

***

“I’ll never get enough of kissing you. Give me more.” Gabriel relished her kiss, sweetly exploring her mouth and holding her close. He loved the hot stroke of her hands over his shoulders, but he wanted more. “Sweet Sara,” Sliding both hands down to her hips, Gabriel lifted Sara against his body, sitting on the bed and pulling her across his lap. A groan broke the kiss, but he couldn’t tell if the sound had actually made it past his lips or if it got trapped in his throat. Or if it had been hers.

“Oh, Gabriel,” Sara arched into his arms, her eyes focused on his face from inches away. He loved seeing that look in her eyes, feeling her move against his body.

“Please, Sara, I want to feel...” Reclaiming her lips, he sent his hands to the back of her shirt, swiftly unknotting the strap to reach... skin. Beautiful skin. Breaking the kiss, Gabriel dipped his head to watch her skin appear under his fingers. He stroked his palms down her shoulders, sliding the black shirt out of the way and groaning low in his throat. “You are so beautiful, Sara.” Kissing her lips, he smiled against her flesh. “I never thought I’d ever get to touch you like this and now I’ll never get enough.” Treasuring the way her hands clenched in his hair, Gabriel began worshiping the soft skin before him, trailing kisses along her throat and down her shoulder. Catching the black lace bra strap in his teeth, he tugged it aside, placing a kiss over her heart.

“Gabriel,”

Her voice and her arms tightening around him forced a groan from him. Stripping the bra from her body, Gabriel flattened both hands against her back, pulling her close and burying his face against the softest skin he’d ever felt. “God Sara. Perfect Sara, you feelgoodgood.” He clutched her closer and turned, guiding her down to the mattress and kneeling between her ankles. God, Sara was beautiful. And she wanted him.

“Gabriel, please, I need you closer. I want to feel you.”

The arms she held out to him were irresistible and Gabriel answered the call, groaning at the feel of so much of her skin against his. Watching her eyes fall closed, he believed it had to be as intense for Sara as it was for him. “Is this better?” Smiling down at her, Gabriel slid a hand up the back of her thigh, moving her hips closer to his and sliding her knee up his ribs. A couple of layers of cloth different and he would be buried inside her right now. Lowering his lips to hers, he cursed their remaining clothes.

***

“Is this better?”

//Oh, god, was it ever.// Sara swam in the touch of his skin. His strong hand with its silver rings caressed up to her hip, placing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh against the smooth heat of his ribs. The muscles of his back moved under her hands. The warm weight of his chest cradled her breasts. His erection pressed deliciously against her. Being wrapped in his heat drove the breath from her lungs in a silent moan as Gabriel’s lips covered hers. Nothing could be better than this, if only his pants weren’t in the way.

“Hm, almost. It’s almost better, Gabriel.” Sara pushed him to his back and whispered against his lips. “We’re still wearing too much.” Sipping the vibrations of his groan from his throat, she trailed her hands down his chest and sat up, groaning herself at the feel of his hardness between her legs. God, Sara couldn’t get enough of him, helplessly rocking her hips against his. “Whatta say we get rid of these?” She stroked a hand over her skirt and his waistband, loving the way his hands clenched against her hips.

“Sara, please, yes,”

Sara smiled, slowly untying te bow at the small of her back and unwrapping the skirt from her hips. A groan escaped her lips when Gabriel’s hands cradled her hips, his fingertips resting under the edge of the last fabric on her body.

“These next, Sara.” Gabriel moved under her, a small controlled circling of his hips against hers. “I want to see you, touch you. Please. All of you.”

Sara bathed in the heat in his gaze, feeling and loving the movement of his hips. Her body never wanted to separate from his, but the clothes had to go. She crawled off his body and off the bed, kicking off her shoes and underwear. Her skin ached for his touch. “Your turn, Gabriel, lose the jeans.”

“Not yet, Sara.” He moved to the edge of the bed, spreading his knees and reaching for her. “I’m not done touching you yet. And the second we’re both naked, Sara, I won’t be able to wait. Right now,” Gabriel caught her around the waist, pulling her across his lap and against his body. “I haven’t tasted enough of you.”

Shuddering, Sara folded into his arms, her body melting at his voice and his touch. “Gabriel,” Her fingers wove themselves through his hair as his lips moved along her collarbone.

“God, Sara, I love it when you say my name.” Gabriel pulled her closer against him, eagerly feeding at the soft skin of her breasts and listening to her voice.

His hands cradled her hips against his stomach, sending heat into every point of contact. Sara tightened her legs around his waist, her hands fisting in his hair. The touch of Gabriel’s lips on her breast forced a gasp from Sara’s throat. The caress of his lips, teeth and tongue over the stiffened peak made her body arch into his mouth, her head falling backward over her shoulder. “Ah...please, Gab- ah”

Sara’s nerves were so centered on the sweet urgency of his mouth that his hand on the inside of her thigh went unnoticed. Until it moved higher. Agile fingers slipped into the wet heat between Sara’s legs, caressing and exploring. Every muscle in her body tightened in response. Sara arched helplessly against him, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Please, oh, Gabriel, please!”

Sara knew she loved his hands for a reason. God, he felt good. Gabriel touched her like he’d been doing it for years, magically knowing exactly how to play her nerves to the heights of sensation. The sweet caress of his fingers pulled sounds from her lips as they plunged inside her.

***

“Please, oh, Gabriel, please!”

God, she sounded good. Gabriel felt his body react to the sound of Sara’s voice pleading his name. And the way she felt...//God, Sara.// The eager movement of her body, the unconscious rng ong of her hips against his hand, the wet readiness of her flesh around his fingers: Sara drove Gabriel to the farthest edge of his dwindling self-restraint.

“Sara, love, you feel so damn good.” Raising his head, Gabriel wove his free hand into her hair and dragged her lips to his. “I need you so much, Sara.” Urgently invading her mouth with an avid kiss, he circled the pad of his thumb over her clit, reaching his fingertips deeper within her. Treasuring the way her boeacteacted to his touch. Loving the way she felt against him, on his lips and under his hands, he clutched Sara closer. Gabriel could stay like this forever, happy as long as she never left his arms. “Sweet Sara, love, my beautiful Sara.”

She groaned and he felt it in every nerve in his body. “Gabriel, I need you.” Sara pulled back, reaching for his belt and whispering against his lips. “I have to touch you, I need to feel...” The need in her face and the tremble in her voice made his breath catch in his throat. But the touch of her hands...his back arched and his breath forced its way up his throat in a harsh ripping of vocal cords. The tight warmth of her fingers wrapped around his shaft was ...heaven, sweet like nothing Gabriel had ever felt before. He clenched both hands on her hips and fought for breath.

“Sara, oh god, Sara.”

“Have you always wanted me this much, Gabriel?” Her fingers stroked along the hard length of him, tracing veins and pleasure points with the edge of her nails. “Have you, Gabriel?”

Her smiled against his lips and the careful teasing in her voice and hands ripped away the last of his control. “Yes, always, Sara.” Gabriel groaned against her throat, forcing himself to push her back. Setting her down in the middle of the bed, he moved to strip off the last of his clothes, standing at the foot of her bed to look at her. Gabriel had never seen anything as beautiful as Sara, gloriously bare and wanting him. It was beyond words. “Sara,” Crawling onto the bed between her ankles, he caught her hands and dragged her up into his arms, ravenously kissing all the skin he could reach.

“Gabriel, please,” Sara’s hands fisted in his hair, her body shifting restlessly to feel more of his. “I need to feel you, now. I want you inside me.” Her movements rubbed numerous patches of her skin against his, and Gabriel could feel each and every one of them.

“You got it, love. What my Sara wants my Sara gets.” Pulling her hard against him, Gabriel sighed against her lips, savoring the feel of her. “Sara, I have never wanted anyone as much as I need you.” He wanted to see her, to watch her expression change at the press of his body inside hers. Sipping at her lips, he cradled her head in his hand and angled her body against his, holding her gaze as he slowly pushed himself inside her. “God, Sara,” This was....heaven, her sweet flesh surrounding him. Loving the way she felt around him and the fierce grip of her hands in his hair, Gabriel pulled her down over him harder, groaning against her lips. “Sara, love.” God, he loved her kiss, eagerly parting her lips under his.

***

“God, Sara,” The sound of her own name on his lips was delicious and Sara drank it in, loving the hard pressure of his body inside her ond tnd the soft caress of his hands on her skin. “Sara, love.” God, his voice...saying those words, she couldn’t get close enough, groaning as he pressed deeper inside. //Still not close enough, Gabriel.// yingying her hands even deeper in his hair, Sara opened to his kiss, every cell in her body saying without hesitation that this was where Gabriel belong, inside her. No one else had ever felt as right as Gabriel did and she never wanted him to stop touching her.

“So good, Gabriel.” Holding still a moment longer to treasure the way he felt, Sara held his gaze and sighed pleasure against his lips. His hands rubbing along her back and hips tightened muscles all over her body. “Gabriel,” Loving the fierce grasp of his hands on her hips, Sara started to move about him in slow, languid strokes, feeling every inch of him and loving it. “Gabriel,” She slid her hands deeper into his hair, locking her gaze to his and feeling the emotion in his face pour heat through her body. It was beautiful; his look, his touch, the movement of his hips under hers. The way he made her feel.

“Sara,” Gabriel rubbed his hands along the back of her thighs, moving her hips harder against his own and groaning against her mouth. “Oh, sweet love, my Sara.”

Sara swallowed a moan as his lips reclaimed hers, words crawling up her throat. Every thrust of his body inside her own, the heat of his skin, and the urgency of his kiss proved that she hadn’t lost him. Gabriel was here– holding her, kissing her, loving her. Clutching him closer, Sara tightened her legs around his waist, moving to feel even more of him inside her. The words spilled over almost without her conscious knowledge. “God, Gabriel, I love you, Gabriel.”

He froze mid-stroke, raising a hand to her cheek. “Sara?” She knew it was written in her eyes and Gabriel could see it there. His hands stroked along her back, pressing her harder against his body and curling her legs tighter around his waist. “You love me,” Theas nas no question in his voice, just enough hope and amazement to bring that tight feel of tears to her throat. Sara nodded, clutching him tight as he lowered her to her back and pressed deeper inside. “God, Sara, I love you. I love you so much, Sara.”

Every cell in her body thrilled at his words, clinging to helplessly as he moved against her. “Gabriel, love, please.”

***

“God, Gabriel, I love you, Gabriel.” He heard it and froze. Of course Gabriel heard it, he would’ve heard her whisper that she loved him a mile away in the middle of a hurricane and here Sara nearly shouted it from inside the circle of his arms. Of course he heard her.

“Sara?” He could hear his voice shaking just as his hand was shaking. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was seeing her eyes, touching her skin and knowing it. Every fiber of his being chanted the word ‘please’ in the back of his brain. //Please, please love me, please.// Helplessly searching her face with his eyes, hopelessly holding her tight, Gabriel found it. Glowing, shining there in her eyes–unmistakable, undeniable. “You love me,” Leaning forward, he touched her back to the mattress and pressed himself deeper inside her. The words he’d been holding back longer than even he knew spilled over as he began to move again. “God, Sara, I love you. I love you so much, Sara.” Fisting his hands in her sheets, Gabriel put every inch of his body and every ounce of his love into this act of making Sara his.

“Gabriel, love, please.” She tightened around him, driving every nerve in his body to higher levels of sensation than he’d ever felt.

“What my Sara wants, my Sara gets.” Tugging her knees higher around his ribs, Gabriel changed the angle, groaning at the feel of her. “You feel so good, Sara. I wanna feel you come around me, my lady, my love.” Sliding both hands into her hair, he moved urgently inside her, kissing her just as eagerly. Weakly holding back his own release, Gabriel fought to bring Sara to hers, drinking the sound of his name off her lips. “So close, love. Come for me, Sara.” Slipping a hand between her legs, he stroked a thumb over her clit and whispered against her lips. “I love you, Sara, so much.”

She shattered, arching in his arms and calling out his name. And Gabriel watched the pleasure flow over her face until the sensations overwhelmed him and his climax crashed through his body, dragging a shout from his throat.

“Sara, I love you!” Burying his face against her neck, he fought to catch his breath, holding her tighter. Gabriel brushed his lips over her skin, treasuring her fingers in his hair and the heat of her body. Raising his head, he smiled into her eyes. “You are so beautiful, my lady.”

“Gabriel,” With a tilt of her head and heat in her eyes, Sara languidly tugged his lips to hers, whispering “I will never get enough of you.” Everything inside Gabriel thrilled at her words and he opened to her kiss, urgently exploring the sweet taste of her. Weaving his hands into her hair, Gabriel gathered her closer and groaned into her mouth.

“So, Sara,” Rubbing a palm up her thigh, he shifted his hips against hers. “You wanna test that theory.”

The next thing he knew, Gabriel was on his back looking up at a smiling Sara kneeling over him.

“You sure you’re up for it, Gabriel?” She rocked against him, driving the breath from his lungs.

Dragging her down against his chest, Gabriel groaned. “You know it, Sara. I’ll never get enough.” Running a hand up her back, he pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “I love you, Sara.”

“I love you, Gabriel.”

***

Warmth, the steady beat of a heart under her ear, and Sara snuggled closer. Light against her eyelids tried to wake her up and she buried her face against the skin of his neck. “Hmm...” Gabriel was here, his hair brushing her hand, his palm warming the small of her back, his body supporting and cradling hers. God he felt good like this, warm and close and holding her. //Hmm....Gabriel.// This was still too early. This could also be a great way to sleep in. Reaching a hand deeper into his hair, Sara moved closer along his body, settling in for more time sleeping in his arms, until the phone rang. //Dammit, this had better be important.// Starting to push up off of Gabriel’s chest, Sara was stopped short by a hand in the center of her back.

“No, don’t move. I’ll get it.” An arm curled tight around her, pulling her back down as the other stretched out for the cell on the night table. “I like you right where you are.”

Sara cuddled back against him, listening more to the vibrations in his throat than the words on his lips.

“Yeah” Sara turned her head, pressing her lips to the hollow at the base of his throat. A smile crossed her lips as his voice cracked slightly. “Oh, hi, Danny. Yeah, I got her home safe, even put her to bed and tucked her in.” Gabriel laughed, weaving a hand into her hair. “You wanna talk to her? Yeah, she’s here.” He tilted her chin up and planted a kiss on her lips. “Danny wants to talk to you.”

“I just bet he does.” Smiling up at him, she took the phone. “Thanks, love,” Laying back against his chest, Sara tucked her head back down to hear his heart. “Yeah, Danny, shoot.”

Laughter echoed over the phone. “How was the boy?”

Stretching against Gabriel’s chest, Sara smiled as his hand stroked her hair. “Does Lee know you’re a voyeur?”

“So there was something worth begging details about, huh, Sara?”

Sara smiled, but refused to answer a moment, changing the subject. “You called for a reason, right? This early in the morning, a pointless call is nearly suicidal, and you know it.” She bit back a groan at the feel of Gabriel’s hand moving along her thigh. “So what is it?”

“That good, huh?”

“Danny...” Sara, worried that the warning in her voice was hindered by Gabriel’s laughter in the background, shushed him with a hand on his lips. His soft nibbling at her fingertips and the wet glide of his tongue against her palm weren’t helping.

“All right, Sara. The point is we got him. Gabriel’s attacker left his prints all over our dead body, even some blood evidence in the back room of the club. The capt’n wants you to bring the boy in today so we can add assault with a deadly to the indictment.”

Pulling her hand away from his lips, Sara caught Gabriel’s hand and stopped its upward movement. “Yeah, we’ll, uh, be in sometime today to give our statements.” Tilting up her head, she shook a finger at him, whispering. “Be good, Gabriel.”

Sara felt his laugh against her ribs as his hand disobediently roamed higher. “Believe me, I’m trying.”

“Not too early, I expect.”

Gabriel’s fingertips curved along her inner thigh, drawing a low moan from Sara’s throat. “No, not too early, Danny. See you later.”

“Later, Sara.”

Sara hung up quickly, turning in Gabriel’s arms. “They got him on the murder but they want you to press assault charges too.” The words were said hurriedly as she leaned up for a kiss, fisting her hands in his hair and urgently exploring his mouth. //Hmm, this’s the stuff.// Sara groaned as his hands pulled her closer and stroked over her skin.

His smile as he broke the kiss sent yet another shock through Sara’s system. //God, I love his smile.//

“Why would I press charges? That’s not a proper ‘thank you’ for giving me a goddess.” His fingertips traced the curve of her cheek, the heat in his eyes warming her heart. “And I’m very grateful for my goddess.” His voice wandered through her system, caressing parts of Sara no one had ever reached before.

“Gabriel,” Sliding her hands along his skin, Sara moved deeper into his arms and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. //I might have to give out a few ‘thank you’s’ myself, for finally getting you.//

***
The end.