tricky_angel | Gabriel/Lindsey 1

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.

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Lindsey gave the archangel a dubious look, wondering if the other man could sing at all. "Set up something and and you can pick the songs. I haven't played with a karaoke machine in a while. There used to very this bar I visited..."

Lindsey turned and kissed Gabriel's lips instead of finishing his sentence. "You mentioned dinner? I'm starving."

He caught the thought and frowned. "I can sing! I just don't." He looked at him again. "What kind of bar?" He had started to push himself up and he kissed him, smiling.

"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.

"A demon bar." It was the only place that he felt comfortable, not due to his singing, but he simply didn't feel like he fit anywhere else sometimes. The Host was a good man. "Its owner is an wish who can read aura when someone sings."

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?"

He looked curious, raising an eyebrow as he looked back at Lindsey. "A demon karaoke bar. Sounds pretty interesting. Must not be a bad place if you went and hung out there." Of course the part about the owner was interesting too.

"From scratch. Its cheating if I take it from somewhere." He pulled Lindsey in against his side, smiling and playfully nipping at his shoulder.

"Are you telling me you can cook too?" That earned Gabriel another dubious look. Not very believable, but then, he suppose magic was a sort of cooking. "And I suppose all this snapping isn't considered cheating." He playfully swatted Gabriel's bottom back for the nips.

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?

He yelped softly at the swat, eyes widening. "Yes I can cook. I don't have to use magic to make the food. Its just easier that way." He pouted playfully before moving towards the kitchen. "I'll actually cook dinner tomorrow night. Then you can see."

He watched Lindsey organizing and smiled before disappearing into the kitchen, calling out. "Yeah you have time. Go ahead."

"You better start preparing tomorrow morning then. I don't want to wait to midnight to eat my dinner." Smirking, Lindsey moved off towards the outdoor showers. It had a beautiful view, and though Gabriel's magic kept them clean, Lindsey felt cleaner after a proper washing. Even after going on vacation, he continued his daily shower routine.

This whole wishing business was convenient though, he didn't need to carry towels or a change of clothes with him at all.

He poked his head out, glaring at Lindsey for a moment. "I won't need that long. You are mean." He stuck his tongue out before ducking back into the kitchen. He'd let Lindsey take his shower in peace while he started summoning the food and setting up everything. He'd do it buffet style.

Lindsey continued his smirk and wore it even after he emerged with a new pair of pajamas pants but went topless due to the tropical heat. He came into the kitchen while running one hand through his still wet hair. "How is everything coming along? Ready yet?" He came up beside Gabriel and leaned against the counter while watching.

By the time Lindsey was done he had laid out a pretty good selection of food. Once again, it was way more than either of them could eat, but Gabriel had ways of taking care of the leftovers so they wouldn't go to waste.

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.

Lindsey wasn't noticing though, he was too busy looking at the feast that Gabriel had summoned up for them. "How are we going to finish this all?" he asked with a laugh as he moved towards the laden table. "Uh..." He could drink anything in the world, and what he missed most was... "Beer. Trashy beer."

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.

He pulled out two bottles of beer, setting them on the counter before grabbing his own plate and filling it. "I doubt we will finish it, but it won't go to waste." He nudged Lindsey's hip lightly before grabbing both beers and heading out into the living room once his plate was full.

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.

Lindsey couldn't remember the last time he saw Gabriel hold a remote control, possibly never, and was somewhat surprised when he followed him. "Any reason you're actually using a remote?" He settled down next to the angel and grabbed a bottle.

A large swallow later, he sighed. "Oh, this is good."

He shrugged, smiling at Lindsey before leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Try the wontons. They're awesome." He grabbed his chopsticks, eating slowly and humming happily. He wasn't going to tell Lindsey he wasn't using magic. He didn't want the man to tease him.

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."

Indeed, Lindsey had no idea what was on the angel's mind, but he did catch the evasion. What he didn't do was draw attention to it.

"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.

Gabriel tilted his head before looking around them and shifting a bit. "Well...whether you believe it or not you deserve some good in your life, Lindsey." He said softly, leaning over and kissing his cheek quickly. "Plus I like seeing you happy. You should smile more." He blushed slightly.

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!"

Lindsey was quick to duck his head with the excuse of eating something. He chewed softly at a piece of meat, not sure how to take all of this. Over the last few days, his thoughts had been all over the place, distracted, unsure, bouncing between schemes to genuine appreciation. He didn't know what he thought anymore, and perhaps with Gabriel's constant repetition, he was beginning to think that he could get away with some happiness like this.

"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?"

"Exactly. Think of it like a private, untappable phone line. You can make the call anytime and I'll come...or pull you to me. Which ever would be best depending on where you are." He had scooted closer until their legs are pressed together, the contact warm and just comforting.

"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.

Once again, Lindsey had to wonder, what went right in his messed up life that he got Gabriel on his side. It was truly more than he deserved.

"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.

He continued eating as he leaned in close to Lindsey, happy that he could apparently make the man smile. He liked it when Lindsey smiled. He could feel his body warm at it, heart clenching slightly. He looked at the tv before glancing back at Lindsey, holding up a piece of chicken on his chopsticks.

"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.

Lindsey smiled again, that surprisingly carefree one that simply tore years off his mature shell. "You're talking about for the dinner that will be prepared by hand with no magic interference?"

He caught up a piece of sushi and half brought it to his mouth before saying out loud, "I guess that means more reading time for me. Sure... Italian food is wonderful."

"Yes the dinner with no magic." He made a face playfully, sticking his tongue out at Lindsey before eating a bit more. He rocked forward, grabbing his beer and taking a swig. "And I'm thinking about something special for dessert too. You like chocolate, right?"

He shook his head, nudging playfully again. "You and your work. But yes you'll have plenty of reading time uninterrupted while I cook. I promise. And no I won't go snagging files and running off with them."

Lindsey chuckled and swiped a drink of his own beer. With his mouth lingering around the bottle neck, he licked idly at a drop of beer as he thought then smirked. "Good, otherwise you would never finish your cooking and we'd never get to eat."

He still had doubts that Gabriel could cook without the aid of magic, to be honest. "But that's for tomorrow." He finally finished what he had on his plate and settled it beside his beer. Then shifting from Gabriel a bit to give himself room, he imagined up his guitar and settled comfortably on the couch.

Gabriel would remember this instrument, the same one he gifted Lindsey all those years ago. It was aged now, with light scratches and little soft dents, but it was otherwise very well cared for, the engraving of "Lindsey" still visible on the top. Unlike when he first held it though, the lawyer's grip when it appeared in his arms was like that of greeting a familiar old friend. Even without checking, he strum up a few notes and as always, they were perfect.

"And I fully intend to finish cooking." He smiled before shifting around and setting his plate down on the coffee table with Lindsey's. He moved until his back was against the arm of the couch so he could watch Lindsey play. He'd be lying if he said his chest didn't swell slightly at the sight of the guitar he'd given Lindsey for Christmas so many years ago.

"Beautiful guitar." He said softly, eyes bright. He watched the way Lindsey held it, obviously still loving it.

"It is," Lindsey answered with a slight smile playing on his lips. There was a sadness echoing in it that blended with the music. "A gift from an angel... Apparently you're not the only one in my life."

Although he had never got anything from the angel since. He wouldn't have brought it up if Gabriel wasn't who he was.

He struck up into the music of California Dreaming, a nice well known guitar opening that always worked to warm up his strumming.

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