arced the sky with lava. “Wait until Sam comes to Judgment! Ha! It’ll be spectacular — the pain I’ll give him to live through, over and over again. Your heart will explode in your chest, Emma. You don’t even know what pain tastes like yet. But you will. You will.”
Jason was mesmerized by Everett’s just-out-of-reach anger. He looked ludicrous in his tuxedo now, the veins popping in his rage-filled neck.
“Don’t look at him, Jason. Kiss me. Nothing will hurt him more.” Emma moved her hand to Jason’s neck and pulled his face to hers.
Jason felt like he was trying to ignore a natural disaster, but he did so because she asked.
“That’s right. Good. Now kiss me hard.” Emma smiled and licked her lips.
Jason pulled her whole body closer, supporting her back and cradling her head. She’d told him one time too many in his book, so he took great care to kiss her deeply. She still tasted like angel cake, which delighted him — and his loins — immensely.
He could almost forget that Everett was cracking the atmosphere like an egg above their heads. Jason held her close, pulling her into a hug. He ended their kiss and looked at the blood red sky. Everett’s fury had tinted the blue out of the horizon. Emma’s breath was hot on his skin, and she cuddled deeper into his chest. The wallop of Everett’s wings echoed as he beat them against the air, taking himself back to Heaven.
Where’s he going?
“I don’t know.” Her words moved like a pulse along his neck.
What gave you back your faith? Your anger that God’s a prisoner in Hell?
She pulled away from him, looking into his face with more softness than he could ever have hoped for.
“No. But that does suck.” She put both hands on his face like he meant something, like he was precious and fragile.
Was it the punching? If he didn’t fly away I would have pounded him some more . Jason smiled, pleased.
“Not that either… No, don’t be sad. It was thrilling, really.” She sat up straighter. “It was when you thought about saving me a few seconds of his wrath. That made me whole. That made believe.”
She leaned forward and kissed him because she wanted to — not to piss off Everett, not to forget Sam. She kissed Jason to kiss Jason.
He stroked her hair and smiled. It felt so much better this way.
With the evil angel gone, the blue crept back to the sky. Everett’s anger was far away, at least for now.
What did that blast do to you?
She stood up and dusted off her footie pajamas. “Although I love these, can I have something else now?” She held her hand out to help him off his knees. He didn’t need assistance, but indulged in her touch anyway.
He kissed her hand once he was standing. You’re avoiding an answer. Please tell me?
She looked reluctant, but maybe it was her nature to be honest. Maybe she didn’t have a choice because of her wing, her physical connection to Heaven.
“That blast was meant to take you to Hell.” She pulled his fingers to her mouth, taking a turn at kissing his hand.
And you stopped that? I’m surprised he gave up so easily.
She nodded and motioned to her outfit. Jason put her in white jeans and a soft sweater, topping the outfit with a soft faux-fur coat. Her hiking boots were white with gold shoelaces.
She held out her foot, laughing. “These are pimp.”
Angels are allowed to say “pimp”?
“Probably not.” She stepped into his arms again.
He held her, kissing the top of her head.
What did the blast do to you?
She sighed, and he waited.
Finally, she gave him the answer he sought. “When my time’s up here, I’ll be taking your place in Hell. Everett was determined to send someone there, and since he hit me, rather than you…” She took a deep breath before continuing. “He left because he’ll need to power up again.”
Jason squeezed her tighter. “Why did you do that? That’s not fair. I was trying to protect you.” He switched to thinking, a little afraid to hear his
Jason was mesmerized by Everett’s just-out-of-reach anger. He looked ludicrous in his tuxedo now, the veins popping in his rage-filled neck.
“Don’t look at him, Jason. Kiss me. Nothing will hurt him more.” Emma moved her hand to Jason’s neck and pulled his face to hers.
Jason felt like he was trying to ignore a natural disaster, but he did so because she asked.
“That’s right. Good. Now kiss me hard.” Emma smiled and licked her lips.
Jason pulled her whole body closer, supporting her back and cradling her head. She’d told him one time too many in his book, so he took great care to kiss her deeply. She still tasted like angel cake, which delighted him — and his loins — immensely.
He could almost forget that Everett was cracking the atmosphere like an egg above their heads. Jason held her close, pulling her into a hug. He ended their kiss and looked at the blood red sky. Everett’s fury had tinted the blue out of the horizon. Emma’s breath was hot on his skin, and she cuddled deeper into his chest. The wallop of Everett’s wings echoed as he beat them against the air, taking himself back to Heaven.
Where’s he going?
“I don’t know.” Her words moved like a pulse along his neck.
What gave you back your faith? Your anger that God’s a prisoner in Hell?
She pulled away from him, looking into his face with more softness than he could ever have hoped for.
“No. But that does suck.” She put both hands on his face like he meant something, like he was precious and fragile.
Was it the punching? If he didn’t fly away I would have pounded him some more . Jason smiled, pleased.
“Not that either… No, don’t be sad. It was thrilling, really.” She sat up straighter. “It was when you thought about saving me a few seconds of his wrath. That made me whole. That made believe.”
She leaned forward and kissed him because she wanted to — not to piss off Everett, not to forget Sam. She kissed Jason to kiss Jason.
He stroked her hair and smiled. It felt so much better this way.
With the evil angel gone, the blue crept back to the sky. Everett’s anger was far away, at least for now.
What did that blast do to you?
She stood up and dusted off her footie pajamas. “Although I love these, can I have something else now?” She held her hand out to help him off his knees. He didn’t need assistance, but indulged in her touch anyway.
He kissed her hand once he was standing. You’re avoiding an answer. Please tell me?
She looked reluctant, but maybe it was her nature to be honest. Maybe she didn’t have a choice because of her wing, her physical connection to Heaven.
“That blast was meant to take you to Hell.” She pulled his fingers to her mouth, taking a turn at kissing his hand.
And you stopped that? I’m surprised he gave up so easily.
She nodded and motioned to her outfit. Jason put her in white jeans and a soft sweater, topping the outfit with a soft faux-fur coat. Her hiking boots were white with gold shoelaces.
She held out her foot, laughing. “These are pimp.”
Angels are allowed to say “pimp”?
“Probably not.” She stepped into his arms again.
He held her, kissing the top of her head.
What did the blast do to you?
She sighed, and he waited.
Finally, she gave him the answer he sought. “When my time’s up here, I’ll be taking your place in Hell. Everett was determined to send someone there, and since he hit me, rather than you…” She took a deep breath before continuing. “He left because he’ll need to power up again.”
Jason squeezed her tighter. “Why did you do that? That’s not fair. I was trying to protect you.” He switched to thinking, a little afraid to hear his
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