#{aaaand this got buried in my inbox apparently}

[thenexusofsouls]

(Dinah/Michael, bc I'm away from my laptop but I NEED MORE SOFT) She assumed it was some kind of dramatic, action packed fight in the rain that Michael returned from, bursting through the door, bleeding, battered, soaked. She never came with him to these things, she knew she was of no use there. She wished she was, if only to keep her guardian angel safe. She didn't know how he even made it back to the museum on his own, on the British Isles, storms can be riskier.

"Michael!" She gasped, immediately leaving her desk and running to him. She was frightened, worried sick waiting up for him, she never could sleep knowing he was out there. Tearfully, she through her arms around the beaten man, not minding the blood and water. "I thought.. you were gone so long, and with the storm I... I had to stay, I had to wait for you, I..." Say it, say you love him. But no words really came out, she simply parted from him a bit, and placed a gentle hand on his cheek, she was always gentle, even if he was unharmed. But this time her teary eyes searched his cut, bloodied and bruised face, and couldn't keep her heart from bursting with empathy and gratitude. Softly, but slowly, with hesitation, Dinah kissed the fallen angel on the lips, only for a few seconds before parting, clearing her throat. "It gets... dangerous, out there, with the wind picking up the waves, I thought if the fight didn't kill you... I didn't want to lose you, I was.. afraid, I always am." She thought he'd think she was an idiot for being so forward, but she didn't want to let him go, she wanted to kiss him again and again so he feels all the love he deserves.

It had become a regular thing, demons lurking in the vicinity and Michael taking the fight to the rather than let them close in on the artifact... and Dinah. Why wait? He knew what they were there for and what they wanted to do. The only problem was, they were actual demons and he... was... some mortal with the memories and soul-weariness of an angel. A lotta good that did him in battle. Without fast healing, angelic durability, and wings, he was a poor match for demons. This was his duty, though. He didn’t feel he had much of a choice in the matter.

Michael hadn’t expected Dinah to still be awake when he got back. If he had, he might’ve tried to clean up a little better in the rain, because he knew how much the sight of blood, specifically his blood, tended to upset her. But with the way she yelled his name and ran to hug him the moment he crossed the threshold, he knew he’d screwed up royally. He tried not to wince in pain as she hugged him, for that would only make her feel worse. It... it was nice to be hugged, though. It was nice to have someone waiting up for him. Someone who cared...

“I’m sorry...” he whispered in an exhausted, raspy voice. “I’m alright.” No he wasn’t. He was beat halfway to hell, tired, in pain, hungry, and cold. Michael wasn’t about to tell Dinah any of that, though. But then before he knew it... she was... kissing him? He didn’t know what to make of that. He’d never been kissed before in his life. It was a human thing, mostly, and beyond that, Michael had never had anyone he’d wanted to kiss before. But as Dinah did so, his surprise melted into gratitude and affection and he smiled softly, his eye lingering on hers.

Judging by her expression, she clearly thought she’d overstepped. Rather than let her continue on in her awkward state, Michael cupped her face and kissed her again, this time a bit more passionately. At least now there would be absolutely no confusion about where his feelings were at on the subject....

#extraordinarygrrls #muse: michael #{aaaand this got buried in my inbox apparently} #{sorry about that}