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" Don't let anybody tell you you're just a pretty face, " Gabriel said in a chide tone, sitting opposing from you. His whiskey eyes attempted to meet your own, as for a moment you had glanced upward, before your eyes trailed back downward. The grimace upon his face was unlike his normal cheery self, but paired with concerned whiskey eyes, it was understandable.
You huffed a soft sigh out, crossing your legs as you felt yourself stiffen under his gaze. Despite yourself, your heart always seemed to patter a little faster around the archangel, palms sweaty, nerves tingling. Even butterflies flapped around in your stomach as you were under his gaze, but your glum feeling in your stomach was not so easily quelled. "I screwed up such a small case, Gabe," you muttered out, clearly down upon yourself. "The boys won't even look at me."
"Dean-o and Golly Green Giant will get over it," he assured you with an eye roll, paired with a soft chuckle specifically made to lighten your spirits. "It was an honest mistake, and you can't beat yourself up about it. That, and do you really believe the boys would ignore their little sister for long?"
Your eyes finally made the uncomfortable trail upwards to meet his whiskey eyes. When they connected, you could feel your breath hitch in your throat. Every word you were ready to say against it seemed to fall away from you, as you could barely think around the archangel. It was not as if you were elated, but you just could not rebuttal the man's words as you stared into his captivating eyes.
He seemed to notice you staring, a sly smirk spreading across his face. "Did you get lost in my eyes, Sugar?" He teased, his voice smooth as honey as he spoke, causing your face to heat with blush.
You forced your eyes back to the ground, away from the gaze that did in fact have you captivated, as you shook your head in denial. Sarcastically, you replied, "Always, Gabe," rolling your eyes. "You finally caught me." Though your sarcasm was on point, the fact that your voice wavered a tad as you spoke ended up taking away from your intended effect. With your eyes fixated upon the floorboards below, you had not noticed the way that his whiskey eyes shimmered, a hint of something more inside of them, nor the sly smirk morphing into a grin.
You felt the couch dip beside you, clearly the cunning archangel switching positions from where he was prior. When he did, you could practically feel his body heat radiating off of him as he sat beside you, closer than comfort would allow. For a moment, you did forget what had you so down. While he was so close to touch, your mind had wandered into the comfort of his arms, the warmth that would ensue, and allowing the butterflies to win their battle flapping around in your stomach.
"Your voice says sarcastic, but your face shows otherwise," he teased as he sat beside you, making you uncomfortably aware of how hard you were fighting these urges. The archangel had brought you on a rollercoaster over the years, emotions raging on and off, but throughout that time, there was always a little something more. "You so have a thing for me."
You rolled your eyes, trying to keep what little visage you still had over yourself. If you immediately answered, he would know you were lying, but if you took too long, it would show as well. "I get you like playing these games, Gabe, but is now really the time?" You said, biting your lip gently as you spoke. That was the best you could think of without seeming suspicious, and yet the sullen feeling in your stomach reminded you that on top of how much you screwed up the case, you constantly screw every chance you get with Gabe. If there was a chance, you thought, second guessing yourself.
"Aww," Gabriel said with a pout, "What if I said I just want to see your beautiful smile?"
"You're still doing it," you said with a soft sigh, lying back more on the couch.
"I'm serious, Y/N," he said, his voice quick and surprisingly firm as he spoke. His hand reached out to move your chin, connecting your eyes once again with his own. Once again, you were trapped in his captivating gaze, the warmth of his hand upon your skin like fire. As he had your attention fully, he continued. "Do you really think I've been screwing with you all these years?"
Sheepishly, you nodded, not trusting your voice to utter a single coherent word as you stared shamefully into his whiskey gaze. As you nodded, you felt your heart sink into your stomach, his lips turning to a frown as he watched you. Part of you wanted to open your lips to speak, but words failed you as you felt so dismal.
"Oh, screw it," he said after staring into your eyes for what seemed like eternity. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips quickly against your own, taking you aback. His arms wandered to pull you close to him as he kissed you, warmth surrounding you.
Once you were steadily aware of your situation, your mind felt as if it were floating upon air. The taste of his lips was intoxicating, littered with sweetness. Pressing your lips firmly in return against his, you seemed to melt into the kiss. Feeling your reaction in the kiss, you could feel his lips curl into a smile within it.
Too soon for your tastes, the two of you had separated. Despite yourself, you felt your lips curl into a smile as you curled back into the warmth of his arms freely. "Do you still think I'm screwing with you?" He asked curiously, his eyebrow raised as he stared down at you. Though you could not see this yourself, you could hear it in his tone.
"N-no, Gabe, I don't," you said softly in reply, your voice a stutter as you caught your breath.
"Good, because I love you, Y/N," he said softly, almost exasperation read in his tone. "Now don't you ever beat yourself up about being human. Humans are flawed, and mistakes happen. There's always room for improvement."
"I swear this is the most serious I've ever heard from you, Gabe," you said with a soft chuckle, nuzzled in comfortably into his arms. For the first time in what seemed like forever, instead of sweaty palms and discomfort, you felt elated in his grasp. "I love you as well."