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A Post-Finale Summer Afternoon

Notes:

In this version, Scott never died fighting Dante. He is still very much alive and still in a relationship with Vee. The setting is a post-Finale World.

Context:

Set in the Summer after Nora and Vee finish high school.

This is a post-Finale world. The War between Nephilim and Fallen Angels is over but tensions between the two groups are beginning to rise again as new Fallen angels are being created. Of course, because she is a Nephilim leader, this worries Nora.

The Archangels have created and formed a new realm. This new realm is called by many names including: the "Third Realm", the "New World", "The Realm of Tutela" (meaning Realm of Protection) or "Tutela" for short. It is where the Fallen and Nephilim species can live together in peace and away from the dangers of the Human worlds which require them to live in hiding. In this Wolrd, it is forbidden for the Fallen to exploit Nephilim. In fact, the Fallen have been designated by the Archangels to protect the Nephilim as Guardians and rule over them to keep them safe. In return, the Fallen can keep their wings. Humans related to the Nephilim are allowed to migrate to this new world. However, anybody who does migrate, whether it be Fallen, Nephilim or Human, is allowed to go back to their realm of origin.

Scott and Vee want to migrate to this new world but Nora remains sceptical.

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Apart from Marcie’s death, the summer after high school was one of Nora’s few happy memories of her life in the old realm. She had been accepted into an English and Law double degree at Harvard. And of course, Vee and Scott were as in love and care-free as ever. The only thing keeping them from moving to the New World was Nora. They spent the whole Summer trying to persuade her to leave with them.

“Seven billion people in the world and I’m stuck with a best friend who’s content to be easy pickings for incoming fallen angels.” Vee sighed as she snuggled closer next to Scott on their shared beach towel.

“You promised no migration talk today. Or excessive PDA!” I rolled my eyes and threw an empty plastic bottle at Scott who was busy tapping along to Stevie Wonder’s Superstition on Vee’s butt.

“This isn’t PDA. It’s essential practice for the gig on Friday. The one that you promised to attend and support me at.” Without looking up or missing a beat, Scott had managed to duck and avoid the plastic bottle which had disappeared somewhere in the trees that lined the entrance to the beach.

I was in the middle of weighing up whether I should go after it when a familiar voice broke my stream of thoughts.

Tsk, tsk. Littering on the beach Angel? They have fines for that.

I shot up and spun around to face him. Excitement shot through my whole body. Patch stood in front of me holding my sand covered drink bottle in one hand. With his free hand, he grabbed the waistband of my linen shorts and pulled me into his arms for a kiss. At once, all my worries about the New World, new fallen angels, and plans for the future had vanished. The smell of fresh mint and the feel of his strong arms consumed my senses.

I pulled away slightly and responded. I’m sure my husband can take care of it.

“Are you sure it was us who should’ve promised no PDA?” Vee yelled.

I was too dizzy from the kiss to think of a response. Instead, I curled up into patch’s arms as he knelt down onto the picnic blanket.

“It’s nice to see you too Vee.” Patch said without taking his eyes off me.

“You two are worse than thirteen-year-olds.”

“At least this isn’t your everyday experience.” I said only half-jokingly.

“Ouch. It almost sounds like you don’t enjoy our company.”

“My sincerest apologies. How could I not enjoy watching you two eat each other’s faces off all day long.”

“Sigh. Some people don’t appreciate the passionate nature of young love.”

“Some people don’t appreciate public decency.”

“Didn’t you have sex on a playground last night?”

At that, I chocked on a lemonade Patch had bought for me. Scott pretended to gasp dramatically and patch chuckled next to me. Vee looked proud with herself. She shot a smug smile my way that said, Check mate. I looked away and made a mental note to share fewer details of my personal life with her.

Still looking away, I attempted to salvage some of my pride, “I said next to a playground. We were having a picnic!”

“Oh! Please excuse me. Picnic sex is a much more appropriate form of public sex. You really are an authentic advocate for public decency.” Vee grinned triumphantly at me while Scott snickered beside her.

I rolled my eyes at both of them and sought refuge next to Patch. He pulled me into his big arms and whispered, “I think I’m starting to like Vee.”

I groaned, Not you too.

Sorry Angel, I’ll make it up to you with another late-night picnic. I could feel his smile on my neck as he peppered me with kisses. Without meaning to, I leaned into him. His hands moved under my top to rest under my bikini top. He held me gently, I closed my eyes and breathed in the salt air. I could hear Vee and Scott’s laughter in the background while they wrestled over the last of the cold beer. I realised then that I hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. I let myself doze off while relishing in the ease and comfort of that sweet summer afternoon.

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wingsthatshimmer · 11 months

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The Night After the Battle

Summary:

Takes place right after the battle in Finale. This is Nora's first time sleeping with Patch. I wanted to make it romantic, playful, and light. Let me know what you think!

It was about 4:00pm when we finally reached a secluded double story house near Delphic. I dwelt on the evergrowing to-do list in my mind with gathering dread. Of course, I had a lot to answer for. Patch had made a stop at my school to prevent them from recording my absence and notifying my mother. I was against the idea of using mind control powers for personal gain, but I reasoned that there wasn’t much else I could do in this instance. Besides, how many more times would I have to take a day off school to lead an army of Nephilim into a holy war? Hopefully, just once.

I tried to draw my attention back to the problem at hand. Ok. No pressure, you’re just spending the night with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who can now feel your touch. Every time the thought of spending the night with Patch crossed my mind my whole body became warm with excitement.

Patch opened the car door for me. “Welcome home, Angel”.

He laughed when he saw my expression. I was staring, wide eyed, jaw dropped, at the most beautiful house I’d ever seen. Initially, I hadn’t noticed how magnificent it was due to the fence that circled the property. The house was surrounded by a lush garden that beamed with colourful flowers, hanging vines and a small water fountain at its centre. The house itself, although modern, was clearly cottage inspired with large windows and a cream-coloured exterior. The jewel of the house was its wide balcony. The iron railings were meticulously crafted with a lace design. Red flowers hung over the railing and contrasted beautifully against the crème paint. I was in awe.

Patch held my hand and walked me towards the house. Without his guidance, I would’ve remained glued in place by shock.

“Tell me this isn’t yours.”

“It’s not mine. It’s ours. I’ve kept it hidden and ready in the hopes that one day, after the war, we could have a place to call home.”

“I don’t know what to say. It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. You wouldn’t happen to have a whole property portfolio dedicated to magical looking real estate, would you?”

He laughed as we reached the door, “Not yet. But if that’s a requirement for you, I’m sure I can work something out.”

We entered the house and somehow, the interior was even more impressive. The rooms were enormous yet there was a cosy quality about them. Rows upon rows of bookshelves adorned the walls of the room to my left while the room to my right appeared to be a dining area. Patch and I were standing in the hallway which looked as though it ended at a wooden staircase near the back of the house. The afternoon light beamed through the windows and lit up the whole house. For me, this home was a paradise of peace.

I turned to Patch, “This is perfect. Thank you.”

He drew me into his arms and kissed me, “Just wait ‘till you see the shower.” He stopped and smirked, “You know, soap, shampoo, hot water…”

I laughed at the shared memory, “Naked. I know the drill.”

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I now stood in the empty hall; before me was the bedroom door, and I stopped, slightly intimidated by the prospect of what might happen and feverishly trembling from the cold. I glanced down to study myself. I was fresh out of the shower and the towel I was wearing did an absurdly poor job of covering my body. It wasn’t exactly my idea of sexy, but it wasn’t as though I had another option. Well. This is as good as it’s going to get. I took a deep breath, rolled my shoulders back and opened the door. The room was dark: a large candle burnt on the table: Patch stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless.

He turned to face me when I walked in. For a moment he looked at me with what I guessed was astonishment. His lips parted as he looked over me and I felt my cheeks flush. For the first time, he looked truly undone.

“Do you feel as if you should sleep, Angel?” asked Patch rather softly.

My blood ran warm. I looked down, aware of how ridiculous I must’ve looked to him.

“No, not really.” I said under my breath. Still looking away from him, a singular notion dawned upon me: I had no idea what to do. I had often thought about how my first time would play out and it excited me. Now, however, the excitement was drowned out by fear; I was firmly in the grips of ignorance and discomfort.

I let my eyes roam over his body. He was lithe, almost wiry yet muscular. He was perfect. I flushed when I met his gaze and realised that he was staring at me.

I looked away, “Sorry,” I stammered. “I’m not really sure what to say. Or what to do.” I tugged nervously on the hem of my towel.

“Let me help you…” he began coyly. “You could always start by listing all the things you find sexy about me.”

As he laughed, my breath left my chest in a grateful rush at the sound. “Is this a test? Or does your ego just need stroking?” I replied.

He took a step closer, and then I was gliding into the circle of his arms. His embrace was like a sanctuary. It was Patch, I trusted him.

“You’re trembling, Angel” Patch stepped back and looked at me with concern. Seeing him like this, uncertain and worried – it nearly made my heart shatter into pieces.

“No thanks to your horrible taste in towels.” I replied only half-jokingly.

He laughed and drew me back safely into his arms, “My apologies. From now on, you can be in charge of all matters towel related.”

As soon as he held me close, the fear melted away – for both of us. His hands travelled up and down soothingly over my back. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, “Fine. But my towel expertise is highly coveted and valuable. I’ll have to bill you for my services.”

I could feel him laugh at that. “I am perfectly happy to oblige. Please advise me on what form of payment you prefer most.”

I looked up at him to respond but my attention strayed to his lips and stayed there. I was barely able to get my reply out, “A kiss would do for now”.

Patch tensed against me. Desire flashed across his face. He placed a light kiss on my forehead and grinned wildly. There, I’ve paid my due.

I returned his smile; you’re going to have to do better than that.

His grin widened.

Instead of replying, Patch lifted me into his arms and walked me to the bed before laying me down gently. As soon as my body hit the mattress, I let out a sigh of bliss and sunk into the comfort of the silk sheets. “You might be lousy at towels but your taste in bed sheets has always been immaculate.”

Patch chuckled as he sat down beside me and pulled me into his lap, “I remember how happy you were the first time you slept over at my place. You loved the sheets. I wanted to make sure you were just as comfortable here.”

“Mission accomplished. I’m never leaving.” I suddenly became aware that I was in my boyfriend’s bed wearing nothing but a towel. My insecurities flared up again. I sought out his shoulder and rested my head against it for a sense of comfort. As though he could tell how I was feeling, Patch drew my body closer to his and wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace. He held me; more tenderly than I had ever been held. As before, the nerves dissolved.

Hooking one finger under my chin, he lifted my mouth towards his lips and whispered under his breath, “I love you, Nora”. Before I had the chance to respond, his mouth was on mine. I immediately sunk into him, taking in his familiar scent of fresh mint. His lips were soft, and the kiss was slow and gentle. It was the kind of kiss that was filled with adoration. His gentle kisses told me I was loved, they told me I was safe.

Slowly, I let go of the towel. Patch stopped me and whispered under his breath, “Angel, are you sure this is what you want?”

I nodded, “I trust you.” And even though I meant it, my voice came out slightly shaky.

A look of worry flashed across his face, “We’ll take it slow. If you feel even the slightest bit unsure, we’ll stop.” And then he let my towel fall off my body. I felt my temperature soar as his eyes raked me. His gaze shifted over my body and back to my face. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, the concern he had for me.

“I’m ok.” I said firmly, taking his hands into mine. “Kiss me.”

He pulled me underneath him and sheltered my body with his own. I wrapped my legs around his hips. When I tightened my grip, I felt his body get hot and his breath ragged. Slowly, he started placing kisses all over my body as I gasped, moaned, and twisted under him. He kissed my lips, down my throat, over my breasts and my stomach; they were tender kisses that told me I was loved; passionate kisses that told me I was desired; soft kisses that told me I was cherished. Both of us pressed as hard as we could to get closer.

Every time he removed an article of clothing from his body, he would stop and ask if it was ok. When there was nothing separating us except skin, he leaned over me slowly and when our bodies finally made contact, I felt him suck in his breath. As if it was too much for him, he leaned back. His hands slid over my hips and landed on the inside of my thighs. I shuddered at the contact. He looked up at me as I stretched my body out. His eyes darkened at the sight. They were filled with hunger – hot and devouring - as he stared at me. I let myself fully take in the sight of his body for the first time. Although I had seen him shirtless many times, I was still in awe of his body: the build of his shoulders, the curve of his biceps, the muscles that lined his abdomen…and, when I shifted my gaze lower, there was something else; an unfamiliar sight. Without meaning to, I started to giggle. I quickly stopped; my own reaction startled me.

Patch laughed at this, “If you’re trying to humble me, it’s working.”

“No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. You look great.” I said trying and failing to bury a chuckle.

“You don’t sound too convincing, Angel. Maybe I’ll stop.” His feigned sadness made me laugh harder. I placed my arms around his shoulders and pulled him hard against me. As our bodies scraped together, I could feel his pulse jump. He laughed, a low, dark rasp before pressing another kiss to my lips.

Every time he pressed his lips against mine, I felt explosions going off inside my body. His soft kisses gradually became the hard, hot, driving kind. We were glued together, a heady mix of damp skin and body heat. I felt inexpressible relief, a soothing conviction of protection and security, each time he would stop and look up at me with the question of is this ok?

“Are you ready?” He asked, breathlessly.

“Yes but - ” I said, and broke off. “Do you want me to stay still? Or, I don’t know, change my position?” My voice came out shy and unsteady.

I could see a smile curling his lips, “That is the very last thing I’d have you do. I want to see you. Is that ok?”

I nodded my reply.

He aligned his body with mine before whispering, “I’ll be gentle.”

I flinched as the pain flooded through me.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, “should I stop?”

“No,” I gasped. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

A look of worry flashed across his face as he paused.

“You’re tense, Angel.” He whispered, concerned. “We’ll stop until your body adjusts and relaxes.”

“Great idea.” I gasped.

I looked up to find him staring at me with awe, “I just want to look at you forever.” He mused.

I laughed underneath him.

“Am I not allowed to admire you?” Patch replied with a light chuckle. He was tracing his fingers through my hair.

“Fine. I’ll allow it for now. Just while we’re waiting for my body to adjust and relax.” I said, making fun of him.

“I’ll admit, out of all the ways I thought you’d react to our first time together, making jokes was at the bottom of my list of predictions.”

“Me too. But as it turns out, there’s plenty of material to poke fun at.”

“Angel, please leave the poking to me.” He smiled coyly.

“Only if you leave the jokes to me.” I replied. We were both laughing by this point.

We stayed like that, laughing and kissing for a while until I felt comfortable to continue. Each time the pain became too much, we would stop to rest. Patch continued to plant soft kisses all over my body while making me moan, laugh and writhe beneath him. His hands were quick and skilled on my body, light touches that made me want more and more while I pressed him to go on. I wrapped myself around his body and didn’t let him go.

When it was over, we lay side by side in each other’s arms. Moonlight streamed into the room and subtly illuminated Patch’s face, at peace and staring back at me with adoration.

“I love you,” he said, his hands in my hair. “I love you.”

I buried my face in his neck and whispered, “I love you too.”

I fell asleep in his arms.

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