Gabriel (
tricky_angel) wrote2013-03-30 03:38 pm
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Gabriel/Lindsey 1
It had been a few days since he'd brought Lindsey to his home. He'd been giving the man a little time to adjust. Yeah, he'd taken most of his memories and locked them away so deep that no one would be able to find them, but deep down he'd left Lindsey with the sense that Gabriel wasn't done with him. That it hadn't just been a one night stand.
Gabriel hummed softly as he looked at the tv, smirking a bit when he saw Lindsey walking out of Wolfram & Hart. He was moving around his apartment, setting things up for what he hoped Lindsey would enjoy. A date of sorts, he thought to himself as he looked at the dinner he'd whipped up that would stay hot until they were ready to eat.
He was tempted to just snap and bring Lindsey there at that moment, but he decided to wait, to see for himself if the man would call for him or not. So far he hadn't, but he'd been occupied by work and probably worry over the fact that he was missing memories of their night together. Gabriel shrugged, summoning a glass of wine before sitting down and waiting.
Gabriel hummed softly as he looked at the tv, smirking a bit when he saw Lindsey walking out of Wolfram & Hart. He was moving around his apartment, setting things up for what he hoped Lindsey would enjoy. A date of sorts, he thought to himself as he looked at the dinner he'd whipped up that would stay hot until they were ready to eat.
He was tempted to just snap and bring Lindsey there at that moment, but he decided to wait, to see for himself if the man would call for him or not. So far he hadn't, but he'd been occupied by work and probably worry over the fact that he was missing memories of their night together. Gabriel shrugged, summoning a glass of wine before sitting down and waiting.
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"Maybe you could play a little bit again tonight?" He looked hopeful, squeezing his hip gently before smiling.
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He did smile more naturally when asked to play though. "Sure, I can do that. You have something you want to hear in mind?"
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"We can figure out some music. Country maybe? You know me, I don't have a preference and I don't actually have songs in mind. I just want to hear you play." He leaned up, kissing his cheek.
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"I'm sure I can come up with something... Do you have preference in style?" Lindsey was in a good mood, he didn't mind taking suggestions. "If you can get tv here, can you set up a karaoke?"
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"Are you kidding? I can set up a karaoke with any type of music you want. We can scroll through it and pick songs out."
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Lindsey turned and kissed Gabriel's lips instead of finishing his sentence. "You mentioned dinner? I'm starving."
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"Okay come on. Chinese and sushi and whatever else." He laughed, pushing up finally and gently pulling Lindsey as well. He snapped, dressing them both once again before making his way back into the bungalow.
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Lindsey followed Gabriel's lead and went back to their bungalow. "Do you produce the food from scratch or snatch it from some chef's kitchen?"
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"From scratch. Its cheating if I take it from somewhere." He pulled Lindsey in against his side, smiling and playfully nipping at his shoulder.
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Coming upon the bungalow, Lindsey stretched and moved over to organize the case files that he had left in a disheveled mess from his abrupt leaving. He was satisfied to see that the one Gabriel took was unharmed on the top. "So, do I have time to wash up before dinner starts?
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He watched Lindsey organizing and smiled before disappearing into the kitchen, calling out. "Yeah you have time. Go ahead."
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This whole wishing business was convenient though, he didn't need to carry towels or a change of clothes with him at all.
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He grabbed a plate, handing it to Lindsey before setting a pair of chopsticks on top of it. "Dig in. What do you want to drink?" He kissed his shoulder as he moved past him to the fridge, pulling it open.
Gabriel was determined to go without using his magic until after dinner. He still had to summon the karaoke and everything, but during dinner he could try to go without.
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He grinned like a kid that was getting away with something as he started maneuvering the chopsticks to pick things up. Good thing he learned how to hold them.
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He turned to the tv, grabbing the remote and turning it on before switching it to a music station. Then he turned the volume down enough that it was just background noise.
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A large swallow later, he sighed. "Oh, this is good."
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Not that he really minded when he did, but Lindsey didn't even know if he could go that long without magic. "It is. I love this brand."
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"It's not just the brand... It's all this." Despite how he had only intended to humor Gabriel with this whole vacation thing at first, things were changing and he was showing the archangel a side of himself that so few got to see. He wasn't the lawyer that Wolfram and Hart, subsequently Angel, forced him to be. Pizza, cheap beer, it was like he became half a decade younger.
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After a moment he went back to his food. He poked at a piece of sushi before popping it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "And with me you get to have these vacations whenever you want and not have to worry about missing anything!"
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"You said all I have to do is think at you, and you'll hear me?" He looked up from his plate with his own thoughtful look. "Mindreaders wouldn't be able to pick it out?"
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"I told you...all that stuff if private. They won't know about where you've been, they won't know about me. Well, they will, but not much more beyond a name. You'll be safe..." He leaned their shoulder's together as he ate, picking up an eggroll and munching on it.
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"I'll keep that in mind." He ate a bit more then, his appetite waking up along with smile on his face that chased away his pensive, thoughtful look. Such a simple thing yet no one, no one in his life since his mother died, promised him safety before.
He rubbed his leg back against Gabriel as he ate, and sometime in between he snatched the remote to flip through the songs on the machine.
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"So I'm thinking that tomorrow, for dinner, I'll make italian? Chicken parmigiana...its one of my favorites and I can cook it damn good." He leaned over, kissing his shoulder.
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