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Simeon leans back in his chair, stretching his arms. Almost done. The words have been flowing through him tonight. Page after page, the typewriter clacking unceasingly for hours.
His smile is radiant. He has not felt so inspired since leaving the Celestial Realm, and he knows who is responsible. He turns that shining smile to you, his muse, and sees that you are curled up on your side, eyes closed, your deep breaths betraying your condition.
His smile falters, but only for an instant. Of course, you must be exhausted. A full day at RAD and then he invites you here, every evening. He chastises himself for being so selfish, for wanting to keep you here with him, but after so long he cannot imagine an evening without you.
Tonight, you sat propped up in his bed, gazing at his back as he typed, offering suggestions when he asked. He always thanks you so profusely. He always says how much you help him. You enjoy being needed, but you are also beginning to need him. Day after day, you see him run his hand through his tousled hair, you watch the glowing blue eyes squint at his words on the page, you giggle as his tongue pokes out of his mouth in concentration.
He says that you inspire him, but you are finding that you want so much more.
You imagine getting up from the bed and squeezing between his chair and the desk, plucking his hands away from the keys. You cup his beautiful face in your hands and before he can stand up you seat yourself in his lap and wrap your arms around him. You ignore his startled expression and lean in to steal a kiss. You feel his arms begin to fold around you, holding you close…
With these thoughts in your head, you drift off to sleep.
Simeon rises from his chair and walks carefully over to the bed. For a moment, he simply watches the slow rise and fall of your body, admiring your peaceful expression. Until his time in the Devildom, he never had the opportunity to observe a human up close, and he gives in to the temptation to do so now while you are unaware.
He sits down next to you, so gently that the mattress barely moves. Your lashes flutter on your cheeks as you dream, and before he realizes it his hand is on your shoulder. He perceives the life essence flowing through you, so warm and quick, so uniquely human. It is enthralling. He takes your hand, wanting to continue feeling that vital pulse and a small sound escapes him when you mumble and grasp his hand, pulling at his arm.
He is at a loss. He cannot pull away; that would wake you and the last thing he wants to do is to disturb your serene beauty. He tries to shift his weight on the bed to lessen your pull, but your grasp is insistent. You hug his arm tightly to you, drawing him closer.
His arm begins to cramp and he can no longer resist. He lays down beside you, sighing as the awkward angle is relieved. His heart pounds. You are so close. His hair stirs with each of your exhales. You are radiating that unique human warmth and vitality. He wants to be enveloped in that sensation, and so he wraps his free arm around you and pulls himself to you.
He closes his eyes and loses himself in feeling your head on his chest, your smooth skin under his hands. This is what it feels like to be a human or a demon: being able to take pleasure in the flesh of another without guilt or self-reproach…he has missed so much in his existence as an angel…
His breath hitches as he feels you stir. Has he taken too much liberty? He tries to remove his hand away from your grasp, but as your eyes open and register your position, you do not pull away. He holds his breath as you let go of his hand and wrap both of your arms around him.
He begins to stammer an apology, but you look up at him and shake your head. “Just hold me, please.” His doubts melt as you continue, “I’ve been waiting to do this with you for so long.”
He still stutters as he replies, “I-I didn’t know I wanted this, but now…this is my first time holding anyone else…and it’s you, and…”
“This is exactly where I want to be.” He feels your leg pushing between his as you move even closer, impossibly close. He can feel your entire body pressed to his. The sensation of your soul coursing through you touches every part of him, and he is lost.
He kisses the top of your head, feeling that vital spark on his lips. He mirrors your actions, shifting his leg so that it fits between yours and he finds that he loves the contented sound you make at this.
He hears your breathing slow again, and he knows that he will not be moving from this spot until morning. He does not mind. He has so much to consider. Being in such close proximity has uncovered completely new feelings and ideas within him. He is not sure what to do with these for now, but he knows for certain that he wants to explore these sentiments with you next time. You inspire so much in him.