Tessa drifted towards awake in warmth and comfort. Her eyes slowly opened and she saw dark hair spread out over soft pillows and was instantly awake as she realized that she had spent the whole night literally cuddled up with Angel. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. One of her arms was still draped across his chest and shoulders and she had remained where she had fallen asleep, with her cheek resting on the top of his head, her wings folded over them both.
No. Noooo. This was a bad idea. Slowly, carefully, she retracted her white wings from around them and eased herself back a bit. His arm was wrapped around her waist, so Tessa couldn’t go far, but she pulled away as much as she could. He appeared to still be asleep, not surprising considering the strong drugs he had taken. Her sea green eyes studied him carefully. His expression was softer in sleep, less harsh. She wondered if he meant to look angry all the time or if it was just the by product of his life and surroundings. Her eyes drifted down his chest where his shirt and vest were still open from her medical administrations last night. He was perfect. Beautiful and perfect. She imagined all the Angels must be, no wonder they had such a high opinion of themselves. But beauty wasn’t everything and a perfect outside could easily conceal a very terrifying inside. After all, the clergy claimed the Devil was once an Angel of Light and it was probably one of the truer things they ever said based on what she had learned of these Angels.
Laurent might be different though. That didn’t mean Tessa held any illusions of changing him, of reforming him, of him ever really caring for her or anyone else that might put him out, but there was something different to him. She didn’t quite know what it was just yet or how far it would take him if he wanted to go, but he didn’t like much of what he did or even what he was. She understood that better then he’d probably ever know. It was very, very lonely.
Tessa bit down hard on her lip and tried to banish such thoughts. Empathizing with the enemy wasn’t bad, it often led to a better understanding of them and when you understood something, it was easier to defeat. But the problem was that she wasn’t just empathizing with Laurent, there was a part of her that genuinely liked him, was drawn to him in a dangerous way. So yeah, empathizing was OK, but cuddling with the enemy was sure as hells stretching the boundaries of good sense. Because while Tessa knew that she was in no danger of ever submitting to him, at least not the way he’d want her to- totally and without reservation, in a way that if he told her to love and worship that Dawn creep she’d ever obey- Laurent wouldn’t see any difference. He’d think she was falling for him like all the other weak, stupid creatures he’d met, and he’d probably use that ruthlessly.
Dangerous ground, Tessa. She told herself with a sigh. Laurent shifted slightly and she could see where the gash on his head had been. Gently, she moved his dark hair aside and saw that although there was still some bruising, the gash was all but gone. His breathing changed and so did his expression, though his remained closed and she couldn’t help but grin. “Faker…” She said in a soft, teasing voice as she laid back against a pillow and waited for him to open his eyes now that he was obviously awake.