Well...jeez, didn't expect my Sunday church service to inspire me to write an erotic fic, but there sure was a lot of talk about angels in the sermon! It got me thinking how nice it would be to have sex with an angel.
Apparently they're commando under their robes. And their wings are an erogenous zone. In my world at least. ;-)
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When Catherine opened her eyes, the first thing that struck her wasn't the warm, bright light shining over her, but the complete lack of pain. The hospice nurses must've given her another massive dose of morphine to keep the agony of her cancer at bay for now.
She glanced round. She wasn't in bed any more. And then she realised.
"Shit. I died."
The cancer had won, and she'd only been twenty. Her whole life ahead of her, when she was first diagnosed at eighteen. She expected fury, unbridled rage and tears from being cheated out of life after such a long, agonising battle. Instead, an intense wave of peace...and sheer happiness engulfed her. A warm, bright light. Best of all -- there was no more pain. Not now. Not any more. She was free.
She somewhere, now she was here. Where was "here" exactly? She wasn't sad or anything, just confused. She was clad in a simple, but pretty short-sleeve white dress and white sandals. Walking down a pathway closer to to golden gates, she sensed a presence.
Then hands. Someone's warm, comforting hands gently taking hers in his.
"All will be well now, Catherine." A male voice whispered. She dared to open her eyes fully, and gasped.
It was him. In the weeks leading up to her death, Catherine's drug-induced sleep had been interrupted by intense dreams of an angel. He'd told her his name was Samuel and he was so softly-spoken and gentle, she was comforted in a way she'd never felt before, despite it being just a dream. An intense experience caused by the powerful cocktail of drugs her dying body had been pumped with. Or maybe the brain's response to the fact that the end was drawing closer. All just an illusion, right?
Now he was real.
In the weeks before her death, Catherine and her older sister Lexi had joked about whether Heaven would be chock-full of hunky, bare-chested angels, with chiselled abs, stubble and wearing nothing but skimpy white loincloths.
"Sis, I'm sorry to didn't get to meet your soulmate," Lexi had whispered. "If there is an afterlife or whatever, I hope you get a second chance. A second chance to meet someone special."
She was painfully aware of the fact she'd never had a boyfriend and was dying a virgin. There'd been boys she'd been attracted to at uni. No-one had ever asked her out though.
"Do angel guys like awkward redheads with glasses, freckles and gaps in their teeth?"
"Sure they do, sis!"
They'd laughed about this, but secretly, Catherine hoped that there would be someone waiting on the other side. Neither her or Lexi were particularly religious, but in the final weeks, Catherine had started reading her grandma's Bible, specially passages mentioning angels.
"Catherine?"
She took a deep breath and gazed at Samuel. He wasn't a bare-chested hunk. Very strongly humanoid in appearance, yet as soon as you looked at him you knew he could never be mistaken for human. He was slim and tall and his skin was pale gold, with white, wavy hair. Glowing white eyes with no irises or pupils. The depictions of angels in churches and religious books she'd read as a child were spot on though, for he was clad in a long white robe, trimmed with gold. Not unlike the sort of clothes a priest or vicar would wear. His wings were also gold. No halo, but rather a radiant white aura that surrounded his entire body. He was different...yet oddly very attractive.
"It-is you isn't it? Samuel?" She said at last, and he nodded. "I dreamt about you."
His face relaxed into a smile. "Yes. The only way I could communicate with you when you were alive was via your dreams. I'm so very happy to finally meet...you at last." He paused, and seemed nervous. Catherine was intrigued. Angels didn't get nervous -- did they?
"Don't worry, I'll help you to get settled in here. Even though there's nothing to fear any more, it's still daunting for those who have recently crossed over. Whenever there's a mortal with terminal illness that's coming close to the end, the Superiors order a guardian angel to watch over them, to prepare them for Heaven."
"Oh. That makes sense," Catherine mumbled. She was starting to fancy this sweet celestial being. Wait, what? Was that a sin?
Samuel was true to his word, and Catherine happily settled into this new and limitless realm. One of her favorite places was walking through golden wheat fields. She'd always loved nature and wide open spaces. She connected with deceased relatives, made new friends, developed new interests. Whenever she needed advice, Samuel could always be called upon, at the drop of a hat. She questioned whether he had other souls to attend to, and he replied that there was an angel for every soul that entered Heaven.
One time whilst strolling through the fields, Catherine summoned him.
"So you're my very own personal angel? Good. I'm glad I have you all to myself." she teased. She'd never have said anything as daring as that in her mortal life. But here, she found she was no longer shy or self-conscious. She fully intended to make the most of this glorious confidence.
"Um...I'm glad too," Samuel replied, awkwardly twiddling his thumbs.
"Samuel. In life, I read that Angels in Christian theology are spiritual beings created to serve God and assist in the divine plan of salvation. They do not experience romantic love as humans do, and their interactions with humans are primarily for spiritual guidance and protection."
He nodded. "It's true that we serve a higher authority, that whom you call God. As for not experiencing love...well, the folks back on Earth got that bit wrong."
"Oh?" A mischievous grin spread across her face. "That's interesting."
