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In the Shadow of an Angel's Wings	By : gothikfaerie87 Category: S through Z > Van Helsing Views: 5349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven: Dare Taken

It was indeed a monastery that we had stumbled upon, and we
were greeted with the utmost cordiality. Surprisingly, the inhabitants did not
seem to hold suspicions of strangers, and we were admitted directly. We were
given staying rooms and food, which Gabriel and I were weary to trust as all of
this seemed too good to be true, but there was clearly nothing wrong here. It
seemed as if God had just placed this monastery here for our safety.

Regardless, we were soon well fed and heading up to our
rooms once again. The monks did not seem to think it was necessary to escort us
about the place, which we also found very odd. The food had been excellent,
anyway, as well as the wine. I felt very refreshed, and I think Gabriel felt
equally refreshed, which I�ll admit, was a bit of a change for him. Perhaps
being in the presence of educated holy men made us feel safer.

Our rooms were located at the northwestern tower of the main
complex�away from sun sunrise so that we could rest. Gabriel�s assigned room
was across the hall from mine, and I was already plotting my intentions even as
we ascended the spiral staircase. Gabriel seemed deep in thought, and I
wondered if he had forgotten about the little dare. But that didn�t matter
anyway. I would sincerely enjoy giving him a little shock.

Gabriel absently opened the door to his chamber, but when he
turned to say good night, I was already opening my door across the hall. He
looked confused for a moment. �Anna�?�

I looked up, my hand resting on the handle. �Yes?� I asked.
He paused, as if I were expected to do something.

�al>�That�s it�?� He finally asked, looking extremely
disappointed. (I almost laughed).

�What�s it?� I blinked as if I had no idea what he was
talking about.

�All these nights�� He was clearly frustrated with me, �And
I don�t even get a kiss good night?� At thiint,int, I grinned at him.

�We�re in a monastery,� I answered, as if that would explain
everything. He seemed even more perturbed, and I was more amused.

�And that�s supposed to mean�?�

�We�re not married. We are supposed to have maintained our
innocence and abided by perfect Christian laws. I wouldn�t want anyone getting
any ideas,� I answered dryly, hiding the underlying tone of amusement.

�It�s a kiss!� He persisted. I laughed again.

�Go to bed. You need a good night�s sleep,� I stated. He
looked about ready to bolt at me in his frustration and I pushed my door open.

�Anna, stop this,� he said firmly.

�Stop what?� I batted my eyes innocently and took a step
inside the doorframe. My action immediately brought him across the hallway,
asserting a grip on my wrist and pulling me from the doorway.

�These games. Stop them. Is it so much to ask�� He leaned in
close to my lips and gently pushed my back to the doorframe, barely breathing
upon my skin. �One kiss good night� and I�ll go�if you insist upon being loyal
to Christian laws tonight��

�You have to admit I have a point�� I breathed back, leaning
forward slightly but not touching his lips, �We are sinners.�

�Yes�� He stopped talking and captured me in a heated kiss.
I groaned slightly, lifting my hands to his shoulders. He grabbed my wrists and
tried to force me back, but I wrenched my hands out of his grip, instead
grabbing hold of each side of his scarf. I dragged him in, noting the surprised
noise that escaped his throat as he stumbled across the thresh-hold. I shut the
door and threw the bolt, maintaining the kiss for several seconds. Then I broke
it with a gasp, and met his eyes through the flickering candlelight of the dim
room. �Anna�� He breathed, looking down at me through misty eyes.

�Shhh�� I warned, placing a finger at his lips, �Not a word.
I have something to prove to you.� The statement clicked in his mind and he
suddenly seemed to realize what he was in for. He tensed, visibly, and drew
back slightly, but I reined him in by the scarf with an annoyed hiss. �Don�t
you dare,� I said, my eyes going dark. He went rigid and gave me the sternest expression
I�d ever seen.

�Anna, don�t be ridiculous�� He began, but I silenced him
with my fingers to his lips. It lasted only a moment before he pulled back,
slipping under and out of the scarf. �No, Anna. It shouldn�t be that way. I
didn�t mean��

�A dare is a dare, Gabriel, and I admit I am and was quite
insulted with your presumptions,� I said angrily, wringing his scarf in my
hands and contemplating the best way to re-approach. He backed towards the
door, laying an uneasy hand on the handle but making no move to get out. I
could tell the situation made him incredibly nervous and that he had doubted me
earlier. �You didn�t think I was strong enough, did you,� I said, my eyes
flashing as I followed his steps, �You didn�t think I had the will-power��

�No, I knew you did. I just� I � I guess some part of me
didn�t believe you would actually� pursue this,� he fumbled, his brows
furrowing.

�Good,� I answered, �It�s better that way.� With that, I
hooked the scarf around his neck, and pulled him away from the security of the
door. There was an incredulexprexpression on hice. ce. Something seemed to
click in his head again, and he remembered himself better. He�d just been
caught off guard. He reached out with strong arms and grabbed a hold of my
shoulders, assessing current control of the situation. It was my turn to be
caught off guard.

�Anna, this is crazy!� He protested, holding me firmly in
place and looking at me through a confused expression.

�Don�t judge things until you�ve experienced them,� I persisted,
dislodging his grip and backing him rather quickly to the door, but nearly
slamming him against it and pinning him. He gasped slightly, struggling against
my grip. But I was more determined this time. �Relax,� I finally said, kissing
him gently, trying to soothe away his doubts.

�Anna�� He groaned softly through the kisses, releasing his
tension and sinking against the door slightly, �Anna, please�� He muttered, his
fingers sliding along the lacing on the back of my corset. �Oh God Anna��

I nipped his lip to quiet him and he trembled slightly. For
some reason, it excited me and now I wanted nothing more than to prove my power
to him. But I had to be certain he would refrain from smart comments that would
be used to infuriate me. I slipped his coat off, gently pushing his hands back
to allow it. He grumbled a bit.

�Relax,� I reminded him, working my fingers through the
buckles on the front of his vest while deepening the kiss.

�Anna�� He said, catching his breath.

�Gabriel,� I warned, a hint of anger entering my tone. I
wanted this to be my way, and I would not have it any other way. I slipped the
vest from his shoulders and hooked the scarf around my own neck as I worked his
sweater off and trailed my fingers over the warmth of his chest and abdomen. He
gasped, closing his eyes and bracing himself against the wall. �Distendasi
appena�� I whispered into his neck, kissing his skin and placing the scarf
around his neck again. (Just relax).

"Anna, prego, l'arresto lo ha lasciato prendere il
controllo�� He whispered back, gripping the doorframe and the wall helplessly.
(Anna, please, stop and let me take control). I smirked at his words and nipped
desirously at his collar, forcing an impatient moan from his throat.

"La conservazione che fanno quei rumori ed io vi
promettono che non avr� niente rammaricarsi,� I murmured, tasting his skin
again. (Keep making those noises and I promise you will have nothing to
regret).

�Anna�� He reached a hand forward, trying to grab a hold of
me. I pushed his hand .
�No,� I said firmly.

�Non permetter� che continuiate questo!� He protested,
arresting my shoulders and forcing me towards the floor. (I will not allow you
to continue this!) I squeaked slightly in surprise as my back lightly found the
floor, his form barreling down after to pin me underneath. I stared at him
through wide, annoyed eyes. His eyes were dark and wild, but almost uncertain
of the situation. Well it was as new to me as it was to him, but still I
somehow knew what I was doing. Forcefully, I shoved at his hands, reversing our
position. This was vaguely familiar�

He grabbed a hold of my hands and set us in motion, rolling
across the floorboards until it was certain we�d get tangled somehow. He
growled in frustration when I would not submit. Instead, I found myself
crawling off and reversing my position. I sat atop him for a minute, facing
away from his face and keeping my thighs firmly gripping his arms. Then I set
to work on his boots, while he struggled to flip us back over. I wouldn�t budge.

He somehow got his arms out from under my thighs and latched
his hands onto my corset. I was being pulled back from his boots, but I grabbed
a hold of one of the straps to steady myself. I was getting very annoyed with
him at this point, and glancing back, I could see that all the rolling around
had gotten his scarf tangled together around his neck�and he looked extremely
aggravated.

He seized the switchblade from my right boot and sliced the
lacing on my corset. I felt the garment slip loose, and before I could recover
it, he had snatched it and flung it aside, grabbing a sudden hold of my blouse.
I tossed one of his boots aside before I became distracted by the fact that he
was about to cut up my blouse. This wouldn�t do. I grunted at him, twisting my
upper body around and seizing a hold of his hand with the blade.

�Grazie,� I said dryly, taking the switchblade from him and
flicking it closed. (Thank you). I tossed it and watched it slide across the
floor, landing by the nightstand. I had it in my head that the weapon would
eventually be useful. I returned to his feet only for a moment to get the other
boot off. But no sooner had I tossed it to join the other, than Gabriel had sat
up and forced me down under him again. I gasped, and now, I was thoroughly
irritated.

I grabbed his hands again and wrestled him off, flipping us
back over. I could see he was going for the switchblade again. He struggled,
reversing the position once again and wrenching his hands out of my grip,
nearly falling over in his attempt to snatch up the blade. I grabbed the scarf
and yanked, pulling him just out of reach with a frustrated growl.

�Up,� I snapped, standing a bit ruffled myself and pulling
with an upward motion on the scarf. He had no choice but to follow suit. I
forced him onto the bed, trying to get his arms up over his head, but he could
see right through the movement and clamped his arms down. I growled, giving him
a warning expression. �Stop being difficult,� I ordered.

�Why, because that�s your game?� He asked, an aggravated
tone inching into his voice. I glared at him and shoved his arms up over his
head, quickly tethering his hands together with the scarf and tying the ends
off to the bedpost. I pulled away from him and stood with my hands on my hips,
just looking at him with a satisfied gleam in my eyes.

�Whose game is it now, Gabriel?� I nearly chuckled at the
desperate expression in his eyes before stretching my arms out over my head.
All he could do was glare and twist in his bonds, but get nowhere.

�Anna, this isn�t funny!� He stated, struggling to free his
hands.

�It�s hilarious�� I answered evenly, raising a brow. �You
leave me with several options, Mister Van Helsing.� I began pacing the length
of the bed almost tauntingly, stroking my chin in thought. �I can leave you
like that for the night and hope that this lesson teaches itself to you� I can�
take complete advantage of your state for my own satisfaction, or, I can go
through with my previous plans�� I paused and looked at him thoughtfully. �Any
of these ways would certainly proy poy power over you, don�t you think?� I
smirked.

�You have no power over me, Miss Valerious,� he said evenly,
and despite his words, he looked completely helpless. I had to laugh slightly
at this.

�Right,� I said, a doubtful tone taking hold of my voice.

�You�re like a God damn Siren,� he whimpered, squirming
against his bonds again. I laughed again and slowly slipped my blouse onto my
shoulders. He stared at me now through fiery eyes that were beginning to fog over.
�Not fair�� He whispered, wrestling anew with his scarf. �Anna�! Damn it!�
Feeling that I had driven him far enough at this stage, I slid my blouse off,
exposing my breasts to the cold of the room. I shivered slightly, leaning down
to remove my boots and trousers. I then moved over to the bed and crawled over
him slowly, basking in the tremors that raked his body. He groaned, closing his
eyes as my lips met with his abdomen and slowly worked their way up his chest.

His skin was warm with his racing pulse, his breath coming
almost raspy at this point. �Siete bei,� he whispered, his eyes rolling with
his head as he struggled to convince himself that he still had control. (You
are beautiful). I caught the bulge in his pants with my fingertips and heard a
suppressed roar try to escape his lips. I smirked at this and nipped at his
collar, stroking the swell languidly and delighting in the rumbled murmurings
that escaped his throat. �Bello ma crudele,� he managed to utter with some
restraint. (Beautiful but cruel).

�Vi non ho detto che fossi capace?� I teased, biting down on
his collar. (Did I not tell you I was capable?) He groaned again, thrashing
slightly at the motion.

�Anna, devo essere all'interno di voi,� he pleaded, opening
his eyes to look at me desperately. (Anna, I need to be inside you).

�Hm�� I smiled in contemplation and rested my head on his
chest, still stroking the protruding bulge in his pants. I reached over the
edge of the bed and seized hold of my abandoned switchblade, clicking it open
again. His expression went from desperate to confused and I smirked. �Molto
bene,� I answered. (Very well). Without further hesitation, I slid the blade
through the lacing of his pants, before carefully placing it aside again. I
grabbed onto the waistband and tugged off the remaining garment, tossing it off
the other side of the bed and taking in his now freed arousal with my eyes.

He gasped and bucked his hips a few times, his head rolling
again in his struggling. It only urged me on further. �Calma ora,� I stated,
gently placing my hands on his hips and steadying him. (Calm now). He grunted,
forcing down a sigh of frustration. I stroked my fingers along the tip of his
member, sending him into a jolt of some kind. It almost made me chuckle and I
proceeded to massage my way along him, keeping a steady hold on his legs with
my thighs. He eventually seemed to ease into the motion, but without
suppressing several moans at the action. His eyes slid shut.

Then I moved forward and captured him in my lips, sliding my
tongue over the firm flesh. He gasped, jolting again. �Anna!� He cried,
struggling despondently. I proceeded, heedless, taking him deeper into my mouth
and teasing him with my tongue. �Anna, prego, non posso tenere molto pi�
lungamente sopra!� He gasped, his hips rocking despite my hold on him. (Anna,
please, I can�t hold on much longer). I released him from my mouth and moved
over him, lowering slightly onto him but denying entrance at the moment. He
growled in frustration�his patience was gone. I moved my hips, moving him over
my moist opening several times as if I had to think this through. He groaned,
exasperated.

�Chi ora ha controllo, Gabriel?� I asked, raising a brow and
letting an almost mocking tone seep into my voice. (Who has control now,
Gabriel?) He growled, but I could tell he was no longer able to keep it up. I
smirked, looking at him expectantly.

�Voi, Anna. Felici?� He nearly snarled. (You, Anna. Happy?)

�Si,� I answered simply, locking my hips down on him
suddenly and tg hig him in deeply. (Yes). He let out a short bark, his eyes
squeezing shut for a moment as he grunted. I groaned slightly as well, meeting
with an impending satisfaction. But it wasn�t over. I slowly began rocking my
hips against him, allowing my climax to build rapidly with the motions. He
seemed bewitched for a moment until he snapped into action as well, buckling
into me with maintained strength.

I braced myself against his shoulders, allowing our rhythm
to meet a fast pace rather quickly. �Oh Gabriel�� I murmured, jerking my hips
passionately against his before pausing to settle on him and indulge in quick
but short strokes. He gasped, setting his jaw and tensing his body to keep in
place.

�Anna�� He managed through clenched teeth, forcing himself
up into me and hitting me right where I needed to be. It triggered a beautiful
wave of tha that captivated my form and made my nerves tremble. But he wasn�t
through. With several noises of struggle, he forced up into me a few more times
before meeting his own release and choking on my name with a suppressed cry of
pleasure. He shuddered, panting as he came down underneath me, spent. The feel
of him within me was wonderful and I slowly let myself fall forward, resting my
head on his chest with a hefty sigh.

�Have I quite proven my point, Mister Van Helsing?� I asked,
smirking a bit. He sighed, gently jerking his hips against me a couple more
times.

�Yes Anna. You have,� he finally answered, a little defeat
playing on the edge of his voice. I smiled. �Can I have my hands back now?� He
joked, pulling at the scarf. I grinned and reached up to wrestle his hands out
of the confines of the scarf. He reached down and pulled the covers up around
us, gently lowering me to the side but not withdrawing. He curled me into his arms
lovingly and kissed my neck. �You�re frustrating sometimes�� He commented,
stroking my back thoughtfully. I grinned again.

�Oh, and you�re not?� I teased, moving my head to nip at his
chin. He nipped back and I laughed.

�I love you Anna,� he said softly. I could tell he was
exhausted.

�I love you too. Now get some sleep,� I answered gently,
kissing his lips.

�Mm,� he grunted and shut his eyes, resting against me. It
didn�t take long for me to follow suit, and I was satisfied.

A/N: Switchblade usage credited to official
Gabe-mun. ^_~ R and R, PLEASE. Oh and this is a long chapter to make up for all
the short ones I had. >_< And excuse my really bad Italian, as I don�t
speak it so I�m using a little translator dooby. ^_^;;;
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