Rising Above

Gradually Lilith found the strength to move, raising her head from Gabriel’s chest, but he didn’t move yet, still content to just hold her and lay with his eyes closed, feeling her move in his embrace and enjoy the hot water as it soothed his muscles. Lilith smiled again, she loved to see him looking so sweet and so precious, like an angel, and she kissed him on the cheek lightly, and laughing to herself at the way they had managed to steam up the wall length mirror that backed the Jacuzzi. The fogginess began to lift from the glass as she watched, her head resting upon Gabriel’s shoulder, and as the mirror again became clear, so did something else.

Her blond hair was wet and stringy, sticking to her face in places, and she brushed it away from her eyes, noticing in her reflection that her eyes were white, and not the horrible orange color she’d lived with for so many centuries. Lately, she’d gotten accustomed to seeing her reflection with her contact lenses in, but her contacts were violet, and Gabriel had removed them! She stared closer at her image in the mirror, her heart pounding as she realized that her eyes were no longer cold, solid orange orbs, and that her pupils were not black up and down slits, but that the white and peridot green had once again been restored! Gabriel! He’d taken out her contacts, kissed her eyelids gently, pressed his palm to her forehead in a blessing! Lilith scrambled out of the tub and over to the mirror to get a closer look, and make sure she was not seeing things. No, she looked at herself through the wonderfully light green eyes she’d been originally created with!

“Gabriel!” She shrieked with pure joy and astonishment, touching her face, and startling the Seraph, as he was relaxing in the warm water.

“What?” He asked, also quickly getting to his feet, thinking something bad was occurring, or expecting to see some other angelic form in the doorway, calling him back to Heaven, or worse. But he smiled when he saw Lilith standing so close in front of the mirror, staring intently at herself. He stepped out of the Jacuzzi, his body dripping with water as he moved up behind her, gathering her into his arms, feeling that long forgotten radiance within him again. “You are so beautiful, Lily, you always have been.” He whispered to her as he kissed her on the neck, watching her watch herself in the mirror.

Lilith’s body shook with elation, her hand still touching the area around her beautiful green eyes as Gabriel kissed her neck and rocked her in his embrace. She couldn’t believe what he’d done for her; her true beauty had been completely restored. She was so thankful and so touched she felt her reinstated green eyes well up with tears. “Oh Gabriel! I don’t know a way to say thank you to you that truly reflects how happy you have made me!” Her voice squeaked several times as she began to cry, her tears were still blood, but Lilith was so happy and excited that she no longer had the eyes of a snake she didn’t care.

“You’ve said that you trust me, that’s all I’ve ever asked of you, and that’s enough.” Gabriel whispered. He focused on the bloody tears rolling down her beautiful white cheeks, turning her towards him and wiping them away. “But—“

“I know, I know, you hate this, I’ll stop in a minute, I promise.” Lilith smiled even though more tears flowed from her eyes.

Gabriel chuckled a little, helping her catch her tears. “Not this time,” he said. “But, what I was trying to say to you, is that I can’t fix everything, Lily. But if I could take away the blood curse, and give you your soul back, I would.” He kissed her and then pulled her tightly to him, her breasts flattening against his chest as he held her. He wished so hard that he had the power to restore everything to her that she’d lost in agreeing to participate in his plan. Maybe some day he would. “There was only ever one soul I didn’t mind having around, you were it. I’m so sorry, Lily.”

“I don’t care about that anymore!” Lilith said as a smile burst across her bloody tear stained face. Gabriel had always wanted her trust, and when she gave it, he gave her back the beauty of her eyes. The Seraph had not become as tainted and fetid as all of Heaven had thought; Lilith knew it for sure. She trusted him. Finally, she felt that she truly trusted him. And being able to trust again had been more than enough to replace her soul.

She’d suddenly discovered that though she no longer had a soul, she did have a spirit, a spirit that had been nurtured through the ages by Gabriel, because never gave up on her. Yes, she did trust the Seraph! Perhaps she more than trusted him? What was that odd, but pleasant, flicker of emotion inside her? No, no, it couldn’t be that, but it had felt like something similar. She should tell him. Or should she? Would Gabriel be satisfied with adoration? Would he even believe what she said was genuine?? He had just fixed a major flaw that had sullied her appearance and her nature for centuries; would he take her words to be induced by that current thrill, and not as her true feelings? She couldn’t bear telling him something that she felt for him, only to have him doubt it. Still, she must say something to him. She looked up at the Seraph, stroking his gorgeous face; he kissed her fingers as they skimmed his mouth. Lilith smiled. “Gabriel, I adore you!” Her body burned as she said it, she wanted to be joined with him again, and rose up on her toes, kissing his neck, rubbing his chest and pressing her belly against his flaccid penis, wanting him hard again.

Gabriel tried to smile convincingly at the word ‘adore’, but his back still stiffened in rejection of the word. All he could think was how he did not want her adoration, but how he wanted her to love him. He calmed his disappointment, telling himself that he had waited centuries for her to say that she trusted him, so how could he expect her to love him in only a few hours? Besides, there was only one way to win Lilith’s love, and that involved another type of healing, and it had already proven treacherous once. Adoration was a start, and he’d accept it, for now. She trusted him, so perhaps now she would let him take away her fear next, and then, she would love him. Sexual arousal broke the curtain of his thoughts as her soft skin brushed his body, making his cock rise up against her abdomen and he moaned. She trusted him, she was touched at how he’d given her back her eyes, and she adored him. Passion and lust consumed his brain. He wanted her. Now. “Then adore me with your legs spread around me!” He growled ardently, and kissed her hard. He lifted her into his arms; meaning to take her back to their bed, but Lilith locked her legs around his hips as he began to walk, trapping his hard cock in between her outer labia, letting her hot wet creases and crinkles envelop his thick shaft. The bed was still a few steps away, but Gabriel couldn’t wait that long to be inside her.

“Fuck me!” Lilith begged, wiggling her hips around, trying to maneuver him within her, but his cock was too long to insert without using her hands, and her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. She could feel Gabriel’s need to have her, and she suddenly felt herself being set down roughly upon the sloping lid of the writing desk that stood near the bed.

Gabriel had kicked the chair out of his way and dropped Lilith onto the desk, finding that it was the perfect height, for her pelvis was now aligned with his. He reached back, taking her legs by the knees, untangling her from his body so he could move to thrust into her, pushing her legs apart and leaning into her, taking his cock in his hand and guiding it to her vagina. “This is going to burn off quickly, Lily, but be very very harsh.” He warned, breathing heavily. He straightened her legs and held them by her ankles as all the emotions that whirled inside him, combined with those he could smell from Lilith, made him slam his full length into her and begin to hammer her.

The mahogany Davenport rocked on it’s scrolled legs beneath Lilith’s body as Gabriel inflicted his newest sexual rage, but the harder he took her, the more peaceful the look on her face became. She smiled, moaning deeply and holding her own ankles with her hands now, leaving Gabriel free to support himself on the desk and drive into her even stronger and deeper now, striking her cervix again and again, growling in her ear each time he sank deep within in her. “Oh my angel,” Lilith sighed, leaning back against the hard surface of the desk and enjoying his assault. She could count every inch of him as he pulled his cock out of her, and breathed hard and heavy when he drove it back into her again. Her groin was tightening, tingling, his skin tickling her clitoris each time he withdrew and thrust back into her. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!” She was breathless, anxious to cum, but unable to move with or against the Seraph, as he had her pressed to the mahogany lid of the desk.

Another urgent climax was upon Gabriel, though his balls had begun to feel emptied. Still, his orgasm prickled up and down his cock again, his glans almost numb with the anticipation, and his hollow feeling testicles bristled as he fucked her, preparing to release again. His cock burned like fire and swelled, throbbed; he needed to cum, the pressure was building up and beginning to make his glans and testicles sore. Lilith screeched his name, reaching her peak, her rapid and strong contractions squeezing his orgasm out of him, his body shuddering and going numb as he shot mostly clear fluid into her. He pulled his tired and aching organ out of her, kissed her weakly and stepped backwards until he felt their bed against his lower back and collapsed onto it, looking up at the ceiling and needing a good rest. He’d about pushed himself to his limit, for it had been so long since he and Lilith had sex so much for so long. The few random encounters they’d shared after their break up in 1921 were always intense, but short and quick. He’d missed these marathons with her, for she was the only non-angel who could ever keep up with him.

Lilith slid off of the desk slowly; savoring the soreness between her legs, for it had been a while since she’d felt it. She was pleasantly tired herself, but found the strength to stretch before collapsing beside Gabriel in their bed, gently laying her arm over his chest. “Would you like some more Absinthe?” She asked, but knew that neither one of them had the energy to go prepare it.

“No, no more Absinthe for at least a few more hours,” Gabriel sighed, having finally caught his breath. “And I don’t have the strength to cum anymore, so please don’t ask me to.” He added half joking and half serious. “I’d turn to dust. But then, maybe the Boss would be so overjoyed, He’d restore your soul for slaying Heaven’s dragon.”

Lilith giggled, turning her head so she could look at him. “And what would I do with a soul and a box full of angel dust?”

Gabriel raised his head a bit to look down at her. “A box? You’d actually keep me in a box?” He asked, sounding a bit insulted, even though he was so tired.

Lilith burst out laughing as she snuggled closer to him and he put his arms around her. “It’s more dignified than ashtray, isn’t it?”

“I should never have stopped walking when I said I was leaving.” Gabriel sighed and smiled at her, shifting his weight a bit and pulling a pillow under his head. His eyes caught sight of the desk he’d spent his last burst of energy at. His mind no longer clouded with carnal needs, he began to really look at the piece of furniture, its slanted lid, the beautifully carved legs with claw and ball feet, the dovetail joints and the four drawers along the desk’s side. He remembered that desk.

“That’s my Davenport, Lily!” He suddenly exclaimed, as if instead of keeping and maintaining the antique, Lilith had secreted it away from him. “I served as ship’s chaplain for Captain Josiah Davenport in 1790, and he gave me that desk at the end of that trans-Atlantic voyage for ‘praying’ our ship through a storm!” Though Gabriel was not very attached to any of the material things in their lives, he had always loved that Davenport, and the memories it held. He had delivered the ship out of a storm, with God’s help, and it made him feel so good to think that on the rare occasion, the Lord still at least listened to him, even if He would not speak to the Seraph any longer.

Lilith rolled her eyes. “And I suppose you would have really lugged a Davenport around with you in Heaven?”

She was right, though Gabriel wished he could have told her she wasn’t. He couldn’t have taken it with him, even if he had tried to. Still, he’d always considered it his. “It’s still mine.”

“Oh I haven’t stolen it from you, Seraph, it is yours.” Lilith laughed. “Though I still feel that I should have gotten something out of that silly boat ride you took. I was so against you going away and leaving me for all those months.”

“You and I needed the space, then, Lily. And besides, I told you I’d come back to you, and I did, didn’t I?” Gabriel asked. “And I wouldn’t have ever left if you’d only told me you trusted me then. That was what we were fighting over, if you recall.”

Lilith sighed, feeling a bit sad. She and Gabriel had such vicious fights over the issues of blame and trust in the years past. “I’m so sorry to have done that to you for so long, Gabriel. I was so horrible to you. I don’t know why you stayed with me for so many years.”

Again, Gabriel ached to tell her it was because he loved her, but remembered what he’d promised her about waiting until she asked. “It sounds like you have a question for me then, Lily.” He smiled, hoping she’d ask it.

Lilith glanced at him, wondering if she had enough strength to have this conversation. During their two hundred and seventeen years together they’d often drifted off to sleep like this, exhausted, but still not wholly satisfied. She’d always assumed it was some physical, sexual, plain they were always chasing that they had never achieved which always made it seem like something was missing in the sex they had. However, now that the wall she’d worked so hard to maintain between them had crumbled, she began to understand what it was that had always been missing. Yes, now was the time to finally talk about this. She breathed deep. “Yes, Gabriel, I do. How did I ever get you in my life? And once you were here, why did you stay?”

Gabriel sat up suddenly, his strength renewed. Finally, the opening he’d been waiting for! “That’s two questions! That’s very good, Lily!” He beamed.

“Gabriel, are you going to tell me, or just sit there grinning?” Lilith asked, part of her was still a bit nervous about exploring this topic, and she wished he’d get it over with before she got too scared again, like always.

“Give me your hands.” Gabriel demanded casually.

“What for?” She wondered, placing her hands in his.

“So I can hold onto them and you can’t leave!” Gabriel smiled as he wrapped his fingers around her wrists. “I know you, Lily, don’t leave! I’m too tired to chase you.”

“Okay, I won’t, just get to it, please, before I change my mind.” Lilith sighed, and willed herself to relax and listen.

“Tell me what your name is.” Gabriel said, holding her hands with a gentler pressure.

What was he asking her that for? “Gabe, you’re going to have share whatever it is you’re on so that I can understand where you’re coming from.”

“Cute. Now tell me what your name is.” Gabriel still demanded.

“Lilith.” She answered to appease him.

“No, you’re wrong, that’s what your name was changed to, but it’s not what your name was originally.” Gabriel informed her nonchalantly, trying to not make such a big deal out of the truth that it sent her into another panic.

“What are you saying?” Lilith asked, taken aback, for she never knew her name had been anything other than Lilith.

Gabriel looked into her once again crystal green eyes, admiring how healthy and white and clear they were, as bright and pure as the white lilies he’d always loved, and the fresh, crisp green color of their stems was captured in the iris of her eyes again too. He couldn’t have fought the smile that formed on his soft sweet lips as he stared into her eyes, intertwining his fingers with hers. “Lily,” he said softly, lost in the beauty of her stare, but he was more saying the word than he was her name. “I am who named you. And the name I gave you was ‘Lilit’.”

“Lilit?” Lilith repeated, almost hypnotically as Gabriel stared at her, making her fears begin to lessen, for he looked at her with such admiration and fondness. “You named me?” That Gabriel had been the one who had given her a name was stunning. She knew he had been there during her creation, though she had no memory of him, or it, and didn’t even recognize Gabriel the first time she saw him after fleeing the Garden. She’d never suspected that Gabriel had given her a name.

“Yes, Lily, I named you. I named you after the most beautiful thing I knew, the white lilies.” Gabriel answered, still staring at her eyes. He’d always wished he could have been given such breathtaking eyes. “That’s what ‘Lilit’ means, ‘of a lily’.”

Lilith tried to speak, but there were no words to say again. Gabriel had given her a name, a name that represented something he’d loved. But why hadn’t she known this before? Had she ever really been called ‘Lilit’, or had only Gabriel ever called her that? “But why am I known as Lilith, which means ‘spirit of the night’?”

Gabriel’s head dropped down, feeling frustrated, but not with her. “Because He would not let me have any influence over you at all. The Boss called you ‘Lilith’ as soon as you began to tell Adam that you were his equal. Trust me, Lily, the Boss never has liked self-sufficiency, I know!”

“So I was Lilit? For how long?” The very idea was making Lilith feel a little dizzy. She still couldn’t believe Gabriel had named her. She had no memory of the name, nor did she have any conception of time when she had been with Adam.

“Long enough, a few sunrises, but that’s not important anymore.” Gabriel said, having to pause for a moment and not let himself look too far back, for it was making him more emotional than he had thought it would. But it was so hard not to remember that desire, that yearning he’d felt so intensely for her, and how much it had hurt when he’d been denied her. He let go of her hand and stroked her face. “I fought so hard to keep you, Lily! I did!” His voice wavered a bit; sounding nearly like he was apologizing.

If this was the truth she’d always been afraid of, she didn’t know why, for the truth was choppy and didn’t make enough sense to her to be scary. “I don’t know what you mean, Gabriel. I don’t remember that far back.”

“It’s not your fault. You weren’t formed enough then, you had no consciousness yet.” Gabriel answered, still stroking her face, and he seemed to be very far away.

“Gabriel,” Lilith said, like calling him back to her. “You fought, to keep me?” What had he meant by that?

Gabriel inhaled deeply, realizing he hadn’t been making sense on purpose, for he was as afraid that telling her the truth would terrify her and cause her flee again as Lilith had always been of hearing it. He couldn’t get so close to telling her everything again, only to have her panic and charge away, not again. He’d made the nearly fatal mistake of not being patient on that fateful night in Rome, 1921, when she’d nearly looked him in the eyes and stared, ready to know all, but then pulled away again at the last moment. He’d wanted so badly for her to know that he loved her and why and how he wanted to help her again be who she was.

But, he never should have tried to break her fear of being below something male, the fear of again being raped, without discussing it with her first. Without a doubt he and Lilith would be closer if she were not so horrified and so traumatized by the thought of a male body above hers, for if she could defeat the greatest fear of her entire life, she would again be as strong as she was the day she told Adam “no”. Gabriel wanted to restore her to that so incredibly badly; he’d had the best of intentions, but he’d gone about them the wrong way that night in 1921.

Gabriel knew Lilith would reject the idea of him above her, and so, he’d figured it would be simpler to approach the position clandestinely. He’d been so passionate with her that night, kissing her for hours, remaining inside her as they were locked in a tight embrace. When she felt relaxed and happy in his arms, and he felt the closest thing to love that he’d ever felt coming from her, he’d ever so slowly pushed against her as he kissed her, rolling her to her back. It was Gabriel’s hope that when Lilith’s eyes opened in shock, that her fear would gently melt away as she realized he was not hurting her, but that he was loving her, and that he did love her, and with that realization, her former strength would come flooding back to her, and she would be healed. Loving Gabriel would take strength, the strength like she used to have.

However, trying to sneak such a risky thing had been the most erroneous error Gabriel could have made. Lilith was filled with dread as soon as her back was against the sheets of their bed, and all she could think of or remember was what Adam had done to her, and she ripped into Gabriel with not just her teeth and claws, but also with a torrent of pain, fear and anger.

The memory of that night, when this same conversation had come so close to taking place, and Gabriel had come so close to dying, made his heart and body quake a bit. He knew he must proceed with so much caution, and he must move slowly in all factions of this affair. He’d never lost his desperation to tell Lilith what he felt for her, heal her, and make it possible for her to love him, but after 1921, he knew the great risk in doing so, for he knew that to truly make her understand that he loved her, and for her to love him, he would have to defeat the fear she’d been carrying with her for so very very long. To love him, Lilith had to accept him, and trust him, above her.


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