Sabriel #13 (Insecure Gabe please)
You requested Sabriel + stomach kisses (okay so idk this pairing very well but YES CUTE IDC IM WRITING IT)
"So… tell me about baby Gabriel."
Sam’s chin was resting on Gabriel’s stomach, drawing imaginery patterns on the angel’s skin, while Gabriel was leaning against a tree trunk that shielded them from the sun. When he looked up, he saw Gabriel’s confused/haughty/I’m-trying-to-be-all-tough-right-now look. It had to be an angel thing, having so many contradicted emotions on his face. And it was probably a human thing to be able to recognize them all. Or maybe it was just how Sam and Gabriel were together.
"There are no baby angels. What would they do — go to Angel Kindergarten?”
Gabriel scoffed, and averted his gaze, which usually meant the end of the conversation. Sam had gotten used to avoiding the subjects that made his angel uncomfortable. God. Lucifer. Sam’s mortality. The reason behind the sugar addiction.
But this time Sam decided he had been far too compliant with Gabriel. And he was also genuinely curious about the angel’s life before his self-inflicted exile, and his exploits as The Trickster.
"Okay then. How should I call it, then, ‘young Gabe’? Uh… the ‘before I was an Archangel era’? ‘Early memories’?"
"Alright, alright, I got it. Why are you so interested in my past all of a sudden?"
"It’s not sudden," Sam corrected him, eyes boring into Gabriel’s profile. "I’ve always wanted to know. You just never want to talk about it, so all I can do is poke and prod until I’ve wrung every little piece of information from you."
"That sounds very much like torture, you know."
Sam only shrugged.
"If I have to go there to get what I want, I will torture you ever. so. sweetly," he said, punctuating every word with little kisses on Gabriel’s bare stomach.
The angel squirmed and tried to stifle a breathy laugh.
"You got me, big boy, I yield!" He cried, hands up in the air in mock surrender.
"Start talking," Sam grumbled against his stomach, "or I’m attacking again."
"I said I yield! Jeez, you’re bossy."
"And you’re a manipulative bastard and a master at avoiding subjects but I still love you. Now talk."
And just in case, he peppered Gabriel’s skin with feathery-soft kisses again, eliciting a loud, startled laugh.
"You want my early-life memories? Fine! When I was younger, I was the chubby angel nobody wanted to waste time with. There, satisfied? My Father and the brother I felt the closest to were fighting all the time, the rest of my family never gave a crap when God banished Lucifer and I was suddenly left alone in that big-ass place we like to call ‘Heaven’, trying to fit in, trying to do my work, trying to understand the reason behind my brother leaving me alone with these spineless morons…”
Sam coughed, which brought Gabriel’s hazel eyes down to where he was still half sprawled on top of the angel, chin quivering as if he was holding his laughter.
"Um… chubby?”
"That’s all you focused on, didn’t you?" Gabriel sounded annoyed but the hand stroking Sam’s hair was still gentle. "Yes, I was the cliché depressed looking for comfort in gluttony. Cue laughing and yadda yadda."
As if they’d been rehearsing it, they both turned at the exact same time to look at the pile of candy wrappings pilling up beside them on the ground.
"Oh."
Sam had always known the sugar cravings had started long before they’d first met each other, but he hadn’t expected it to mean anything else than Gabriel having a sweet tooth. He especially hadn’t expected the truth to make his heart ache for the angel seeking comfort in candy when he had Sam now.
Before Gabriel could take his hand away and probably shut down on him completely for the umpteenth time, Sam quickly griped him and forced the angel’s fingers in his hair, pleading with his big puppy eyes. Gabriel looked startled, but he quickly pretended to relax and started stroking the lush brown hair again.
"Why would I laugh?" Sam asked cautiously. "I don’t care who or how you used to be, you know that. I only care about the Gabriel in front of me, right now."
Sam held Gabriel’s gaze for as long as it took for the angel’s eyes to finally soften, then he rested his cheek on the angel’s belly and sighed happily. He could feel all of Gabriel’s hostility and guardedness bleed out at once as he echoed Sam’s sigh. This conversation wasn’t over, but Sam felt too good to keep prodding or he knew they’d end up having an argument and the lazy afternoon would be completely ruined. They didn’t have many days off, and Sam would be damned before he ruined one of those precious moments.
"I’d have loved meeting you when you were a chubby little angel, though—ouch. That hurt.”
"I hope it did."
Sam chuckled, ignoring Gabriel’s verbal jabs.
"I love you."
"Yeah, yeah," Gabriel replied with a dismissive hand. And then, more quietly, "me too."
