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"Okay," she says, leaning back against the seat, watching the scenery pass by.
I steal glances at her as we drive, the moonlight dancing across her face. Her nickname, Darkness, suits her so well – a mysterious beauty that draws me in. She looks at me and blushes.
"What are you staring at?" she asks softly.
"Just admiring how beautiful you are."
She smiles but tries to hide it, and I let her, for now.
We pull up to our destination, a place far away from prying eyes. I jump out of the car and hurry around to help her out. She looks up at the building, curiosity etched on her face. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere no one will find us," I reply cryptically, grabbing a few things from the trunk of the car and leading her inside.
"Welcome to our little hideaway," I say, motioning around the warehouse. The place is massive, with a high, vaulted ceiling that seems to stretch on forever. Wooden crates and boxes form towering columns as they reach towards the rafters, casting long shadows in the dim light that filters through the dusty windows. The air smells of old wood and faint traces of rust, a testament to the many years this place has stood.
Raven gives me a skeptical look. "These things...are they illegal?"
"Technically, yes," I admit, rubbing the back of my neck. "But we're doing our best to get rid of them responsibly." The last thing I want is for her to think I'm just another thug.
She nods, seemingly satisfied with my answer. "I like that."
Smiling, I lay a blanket out on the ground and pat the spot between my legs, inviting her to sit. She does so, her lavish costume pooling black fabric around her like a dark ocean. It's such a stark contrast to the bright whites I'm wearing. As she settles in, I begin to massage her shoulders, feeling her relax into my touch.
"Are you worried about getting your costume dirty?" she asks, her voice soft and teasing.
"Ah, don't worry about it. I doubt I'll wear it again," I reply, grinning at her. She giggles softly, and my heart swells. That sound will never get old.
"That's too bad," she says, still smiling. "I liked it on you, especially the wings."
I laugh, remembering how I left them behind in the car. "Well, technically, I'm a fallen angel now."
Her hazel eyes lock onto mine, and I can't help but get lost in their depths. "You know, Gabriel is actually a very misunderstood story."
"Really?" I say, genuinely curious. "I want to hear all about it, but...later. Right now, all I want to do is kiss you. Would that be okay?"
She nods her head yes, but I need more than just a silent affirmation. "I need to hear you say it."
Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it's enough. "Yes, right now, more than anything, I want you to kiss me."
I lean in, our lips meeting softly at first. The taste of her is intoxicating – a mix of the sweet champagne we'd been drinking earlier and something uniquely her own. It's been so long since I've felt this close to her, and the sensation sends a shiver down my spine.
"Teddy," she murmurs against my lips, and the sound of my name on her tongue ignites a fire within me. I kiss her harder, unable to hold back any longer. She responds eagerly, her hands tangling in my hair as she presses herself closer to me.
The air around us is thick with the scent of old wood and dust from the warehouse, but all I can focus on is her. The feel of her body pressed against mine, the way her breath hitches when I deepen the kiss, and the soft sounds she makes as we lose ourselves in one another.
"Raven," I gasp, pulling away for a moment just to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark with desire, and she's never looked more beautiful to me. "Are you sure about this?" I ask, needing to know that she wants this as much as I do.
"More than anything," she whispers, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest as she gazes into my eyes. "I want you, Teddy. I always have."
My heart swells with emotion, and I pull her close again, sealing my lips over hers. Our tongues dance together, exploring and tasting, as if trying to make up for all the lost time between us. My hands slide down her sides, feeling the curves of her body beneath the layers of black fabric.
"God, I love you," I murmur against her lips, swallowing her moan. The words feel like both a confession and a prayer, spoken in a sacred, hidden place where only the two of us exist.
The world outside this warehouse – the crime, the violence, and the obligations that weigh on our shoulders – fades away as we surrender to the passion between us. It's a stolen moment in time, but right now, it's all that matters.
"Teddy," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear as our kisses grow more desperate. "I love you too."
And with those words, the last of my restraint crumbles, and I give myself over entirely to the love and desire that has been building for so long.
