No Quarter by L.J. LaBarthe

Author:L.J. LaBarthe [LaBarthe, L.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi

Chapter Nine

“SO, I was thinking,” Gabriel said, after several moments of companionable silence, “that maybe one of these days you could show me your female shape.”

Michael tensed for a minute and then slowly relaxed. Gabriel quirked an eyebrow, surprised by the reaction, but didn’t comment on it. Instead, he waited for Michael to speak.

“If you would like,” Michael said finally. “I confess, Gabriel, that I tend not to use my female form around our kind.”

“Why not?”

“I do not know.” Michael shrugged. “It has not been necessary to do so. But if you wish to see, then I will show you.”

“Okay.” Gabriel smiled a reassuring smile at him, and Michael smiled shyly in return. “Whenever you’re comfortable. I mean, it’s not like we’ve got a time limit or anythin’. We’ve got forever, after all. And if you want to see my female shape, just say. Unless I’m working on a job in my female form and you see her anyway. But aye, we got forever for all of this.”

“That is true.” Michael’s smile broadened. “I like that very much, in fact.”

“Is my baby a bit of a sap?” Gabriel teased.

Michael poked his side. “Perhaps.”

Gabriel yelped at the poke and retaliated by tickling Michael’s ribs. Michael immediately started laughing, trying to bat Gabriel’s hands away.

“Oho! He’s ticklish!” Gabriel’s laughter was delighted.

“G-Gabriel! Stop! I surrender!”

“Okay, okay, I’ve stopped.” Gabriel wrapped his arms back around Michael and kissed him.

“You are to tell no one,” Michael said.

“What, that you’re ticklish?”

“Yes.”

“Right-O. No telling anyone that you’re ticklish.” Gabriel mock saluted.

“You are a brat, da bao,” Michael said.

“Aye, but I’m your brat.”

“I confess, I like the sound of that too.”

Whatever Gabriel was going to say in response was lost as the summons reached them both at the same time. The two Archangels froze as Tzadkiel’s voice reached them across the miles.

“Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Metatron, Raziel, Haniel, Samael, Remiel. I invoke the Call of Brotherhood of Archangelus and cite war conference. Follow my thought to the meeting location.”

Gabriel sat bolt upright in bed, running a hand through his hair and looking around for his clothes. “Where are my pants?”

“On the floor, da bao.” Michael was already out of the bed and tugging on his own clothes. “This is serious. The last time the Call was used was in the seventh century BC.”

“Aye.” Gabriel was rifling through piles of clothes on the floor, hunting for something that was marginally clean and unwrinkled. Finally, he gave up and, using his power, pulled on his armor. As Michael looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he shrugged. “Never know what could come of this. If I need it, I’m already wearin’ it.”

“As you say.” Dressed in a black silk suit with black shirt and tie, a red handkerchief in his pocket, Michael donned a pair of sunglasses and held his hand out to Gabriel. “Shall we?”

Gabriel took his hand, nodding. “We shall.”

With that, Michael moved them, teleporting them across the vast distance between Deep Bay and Tzadkiel’s Savannah penthouse apartment.

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