Blessed Teaching - End

And so as her face buried within my chest, looking up to my eyes with such possessive jealousy, knowing for certain that some problem had occurred. That she was not the first. But still… still she gave me such eyes.

Even as I could barely feel left from right. Barely tell her from the countless other souls within this sea of nothing.

She still snuggled up to me, her warmth upon my lips and trying… oh so trying to take me where I couldn't give.

But there was one thing I could do, even with this tainted body of mine. With strength unfitting of my stature I pulled her from my grip. Splaying both of our bodies out and against the bed. My own hair trailing down her face. 

Veiling her eyes to the warm expression I wore. Veiling her to the kiss I trailed over her lips, leaving her just enough time to place a hand over them. As I fell over her, burying my face within her supple breasts.

Where I gave small and shallow breaths. My nose inhaling her sweet scent as she placed a hand over my head. Barely even whispering a word as tears trailed over my face.

Dropping like tiny raindrops against the cloth of her cut. Only then… only in that silence did she place the covers over us. And just as I had a dozen times… with a… with a sister that seemed so distant within that mind of mine.

Just as I had done so many times. I curled within her embrace, feeling that effusive scent pervade my whole body. Letting my eyes naturally close, my shoulders relax into hers. Even if I knew, for certain, Abigail had not let her own shoulders fall.

Her own eyes kept open with a bloodshot gaze that spoke of both her inexperience and shock. Both such subjects that I cared not for. Only the warmth she spoke of. Warmth she gave with no further obligations.

And when my breathing evened, when I turned within her grip. Placed comfortingly against her arms. Only then did I truly sleep. Rest coming so easily to my senses.

For with her embrace, it felt like every single worry I had ever held could merely fade away with that burning ember of her magic.

…

And when I woke once more, that ever burning fever of mine. Gone to the wind, only a slight sensation of warmth as her hair stuck to my body. My own yearning for that touch of hers.

Yet as I squirmed, eyes slowly, blearily blinking away the dust and grime. A gaze confused at the sight afforded to her.

But it only brought a smirk to my mouth as I broke the seal within, the trapped air escaping only to be replaced by cold air tickling our skin. 

I paid it no mind.

Merely lowering myself, groping at her side and bringing her closer and closer to me. Feeling naught but the barest of resistance.

And when I was close enough to feel her breath among mine, I took her lips. A show of possessive force, enough to match her own jealousy. Enough to impart upon those lips of hers my complete and utter devotion.

So when she gasped, taking her fingers and tickling my armpits. Teasing out barks of laughter from my own mouth. Taking advantage of that slight moment of weakness to steal yet another kiss.

Her tongue echoing further and further within my mouth, tasting the remnants of sleep. A smirk about her eyes as she pushed me further and further through the bed. A hand groping down to the barest parts of my body.

The fever, gone. Allowed me that clarity of mind. Enough to pull her further into me. Groping her breast with just enough force to tease out a cute reaction.

A moan that echoed within my own mouth. Cute… oh so cute. 

"Gabriel~" She teased out, her own breath taken away. Only there was another soul within this home of mine, hesitantly walking through the small hallway to my room. Carrying a smile and a plate of food, enough for all three of us.

That smile of hers so pure, so broken would it be then, to see the flirtations that came about with but a touch of our bodies together.

As if she could read my mind Abigail placed me to the bed, my disheveled hair flowing through the sheets and sticking to the sweat stained comforter. And only then did the door echo a noise.

A knock that disturbed both of us. A grumble made and quickly discarded as food was placed over both of our visions. 

Eaten as quickly as it came.

"You left… the night before… to where?" Abigail asked, her voice tinged with concern. A hand reached past my ear to brush a stray strand of hair.

"I-" Ouriel… it was Ouriel that had done such a thing. Her whims too much for one such as I, whatever plans she held for me… I doubted that I could live up to such expectations.

But as I looked at Abigail, beholding that soul of hers within my gaze. Bunching up into her embrace, feeling those shocked arms of hers as she took me within her hold. With not even a warning.

As she pet my hair with such tenderness, despite this tainted body of mine. I felt… that as long as she was here beside me. That I could conquer those challenges.

"Lady Ouriel wanted me to… some plan or such." Once again I felt at that book give to me. It was so small yet it held such utter contents within it.

Passages that I could not even begin to decipher.

I held hope that one day they may reveal their secrets but as I was picked up by my legs, wrapped around her embrace. Around my promised. I found that worry and hope fading into the background as I giggled within her presence.