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Aziraphale and Crowley walked down the hallway towards Sam’s flat for a surprise visit. The young half demon had invited them over about three weeks ago for a family dinner, but the parents had gotten... occupied. They apologized profusely over the phone when they realized they had missed their dinner and Sam kindly let them know it was okay, though they could hear the slight disappointment in her voice.

Since then the little family had been busy between the wedding planning and Sam helping Anathema with meditation training. Jordan and Sam had also just come back from vacation. They had visited an island that Alejandro’s mother had owned and left him many years ago. It was a little weekend getaway (no flight necessary now, thanks to Merlin’s transporting ability) which Aziraphale felt the couple both deserved and needed.

According to Sam, they had gotten back yesterday. She sounded happy and completely relaxed during their call, which Crowley found suspicious (when was the demon not suspicious), but Aziraphale waved it off as their daughter having had a wonderful time with her beloved. Both parent’s expressed their wish to see Sam and the half demon promised she’d visit by the end of the week.

After getting off the mobile with her, Aziraphale thought up a brilliant plan, the couple could surprise their daughter with a visit! It would be perfect! Aziraphale would make some of the mini lemon tarts Sam loved so much and then they’d visit her tonight... it was a fool proof plan!

For the rest of the day, Aziraphale baked, creating some of the best tarts he had ever made. Around 4 that evening, he was done and called out to Crowley that he was ready to go. The demon had insisted on driving, much to the angel’s chagrin, but smiled when he saw Crowley enjoying the drive as they whipped through traffic.

When they entered Sam’s building the two otherworldly beings felt a strange hum in the air. A vibration that would be invisible to humans, but was quite prominent to beings such as themselves.

“What the hell?” Crowley stated as they suddenly felt the power fluctuate and the hum increased.

As the two walked down the hallway of Sam’s flat, they noticed the hum of power was intensifying. When they reached her door the couple involuntarily shivered as they felt the energy radiating from inside. A sudden screech that could only be from Sam had both parents miracling themselves into Sam’s flat, a decision they immediately regretted.

Jordan’s body was, thankfully, covering Sam’s naked torso. Aziraphale and Crowley noticed her shirt and bra haphazardly tossed to the side along with Jordan’s t-shirt. Both Elements were so engrossed in each other that it wasn’t until Crowley growled that Sam looked over to see her parents standing in her living room.

“OH MY SOMEONE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?!?!”

The Fire Element blushed a deep red and snapped a quick miracle to place a shirt on herself and Jordan before nudging him off of her. Jordan, bless him, grabbed a pillow and strategically placed it on his lap as he gracefully moved from lying on top of Sam to sitting on the far end of the couch.

Sam stood up and stomped over to her parents, arms crossed over her chest, fully aware of the line of hickies down the right side of her neck, but not willing to cover them. She raised an eyebrow towards them both waiting for their answer to her previous outburst.

“Ummm, well you see darling girl, we wanted to surprise... thought a visit would be... I made lemon tarts.”

Sam’s temper slowly faded as she watched her father fumble through an explanation. Sighing deeply she relaxed her own body, hoping it would in turn relax Aziraphale. She looked over to her dad, whose gaze was solely fixated on Jordan. The half angel was doing his damndest to look anywhere but at his girlfriend’s biological father.

“Dad,” Sam growled abruptly. Crowley glanced over to his daughter and could see her irises bleeding to red, indicating her loss of control on her emotions and abilities. “Stop looking at my boyfriend like your going to murder him.”

Crowley hissed towards the half angel, stopping only when his daughter started to create steam. The demon father closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Ngk! Fine!” The demon stomped into Sam’s kitchen, slamming cabinet doors. “Where the hell is your liquor Samantha?! I need something to erase the image seared into my brain, pronto!”

Sam glared slightly towards the kitchen, her fingertips glowing a bright red as if ready to burst into flames. Jordan, having finally calmed down enough so standing up wouldn’t be too embarrassing, moved towards Sam and placed a hand on her shoulder. The Fire Element shivered in response. Passion, lust, love, and a cooling energy made the hairs on her neck stand up. Jordan cleared his throat nervously, finally looking at the angel who had yet to follow Crowley into the kitchen, but looking as if he too needed a stiff drink.

“Well... this has been... an interesting way to start a visit. Perhaps we should all move into the kitchen to enjoy those lemon tarts you made Mr. Aziraphale... along with a few bottles of anything remotely alcoholic.”

Aziraphale nodded and the three occupants followed Crowley’s lead. By the end of the evening all lemon tarts were enjoyed, eight empty bottles of alcohol were littered around the counters and four otherworldly beings were passed out in the living room.

Tomorrow there would be headaches and more embarrassment, tonight was filled with drunken mutterings and sweet dreams.

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Sam and Jordan walked through the haze from her living room to the front door of the small cottage. They were right on time and ready to take on the days activities. Sam knocked on the side door and walked in, Jordan right behind her. Surprisingly, the kitchen was empty.

“Huh, maybe father is waking dad up.”

“Possible,” Jordan said but seemed to be on alert.

“What’s up babe?”

“I don’t know. The air just feels highly charged... focus and I bet you could feel it too.” Sam took a second to close her eyes and allow her senses to be aware of the energies around her. Gasping she noticed Jordan was right, the air was highly charged with both her father and dad’s energy.

“Okay, let’s not panic. I doubt Heaven or Hell has come after them again... not after their botched executions.” Sam said, but couldn’t help but feel a tiny sliver of fear ride up her neck.

“Let’s look for them, just to make sure. Aziraphale is probably in the library reading and Crowley’s most likely in the basement doing something artistic.”

Sam nodded and moved cautiously towards the basement. A particularly loud cry cut through the heavy silence and Sam sprinted towards the sound, Jordan closely behind. As they reached the bottom of the stairwell, both turned left and stopped, completely startled, and frozen in place.

What appeared to be an old dungeon was set up before them. Crowley was currently mid thrust and Aziraphale was chained to the wall, legs wrapped around Crowley’s waist. Both of Sam’s parents turned at the small gasp Sam made and looked stunned to see the younger beings. Without a word, Sam quickly jogged back up to the first floor, face turning an ugly shade of green, Jordan following closely behind.

Aziraphale and Crowley watched the two Elements go back up the stairs. Aziraphale was still chained to the wall, wearing his opalescent jacket and shoes, his pants having been taken off hours ago. Crowley’s hair and clothing were that of the French Revolutionaries, from the year 1793 to be exact.

The dungeon was exactly as both had remembered, when Crowley saved Aziraphale from being discorporated by beheading. It was something Aziraphale had mentioned once to Crowley, that he had truly wanted the demon to take him in that basement and Crowley had decided to fulfill that fantasy with a complete reenactment of their time at The Bastille.

“Oh dear...” Aziraphale looked ashen as he glanced at Crowley.

The demon looked unnerved for a minute, before turning back to Aziraphale, whom he was still currently inside of.

“Well, I’ll buy her a new car or something, besides this is a little payback for what we walked into the other day,” the demon shrugged before turning back to his lover. “And honestly, I’m not quite done with you yet, you naughty little Angel.”

Crowley thrust deep into Aziraphale making the angel moan in response. “Yes, yes. We’ll make it up to them later... just don’t stop darling.”

“Oh I don’t plan on stopping angel. I’m gonna make you scream out for me again, that’s a promise.”

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Jordan had been having a really rough two days. Growing in wings had been no joke, but his mate had done a fabulous job keeping him safe and warm. Currently she was giving him an amazing massage, his back and wing muscles practically melting in delight. The half angel could feel his mind become hazy as he expressed his enjoyment. This had to be what Heaven was supposed to feel like, right?

“Honey, I hate to break it to you, but I doubt that what you’re feeling is like Heaven. Especially since it’s a demon who is making you feel this way.”

Jordan heard Sam snort at his comparison, but his tired brain wanted to make sure she understood what she meant to him. He mumbled something out in his exhaustion, hoping to express how she was his Heaven. He felt her abruptly stop and forced his mind to replay what he said to her.

Panic filled his body, Someone! How could I be so stupid to say that! Call her my wife out loud before we’re even married?! Like she needs any extra pressure now, idiot!

Jordan fumbled with an apology, his hazy brain making it difficult to properly think. It was Sam’s reassuring touches that grounded him. The feeling of her chest on his back. Her kisses on his lips and nibble on his ear, fuck he loved when she did that. Something inside twisted and stretched in delight.

….“And if I’m being honest, I already see you as my husband.”

Yes! Something deep inside said. The half demon is my mate…My Mate!

Jordan swooned as Sam admitted to wanting to be his wife; he so desperately wanted to be her husband. Something in Jordan clicked and all he could think about was thanking his partner for her love, support, and protection.

Kiss her! A whisper urged him. Let her know she’s yours.

Jordan had intended it to be one kiss. A kiss to express his thanks, love, and commitment to her. But then she moaned, Someone that fucking moan!

More! I need more! The screeching whispers echoed in his head

That one passionate kiss continued into many. Sam pulled him back so they could both take a moment to catch their breath. She cradled his head in her hands and stared into his eyes, the windows into his very soul. Jordan felt like he could see her, everything that made her his mate in that heated gaze.

“Love you,” he mumbled before leaning into to capture her lips, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She groaned and reciprocated, her prehensile forked tongue wrapping around his. That feeling zinged like a lightning bolt straight to Jordan’s groin, making him feel like he was on fire.

Need, want, mate, forever! A cacophony of whispers continued to echo inside his being.

Jordan moved Sam from the seated position they were in, to flipping her onto her back and climbing over her. A grunt of surprise brought Jordan back to his senses for just a moment.

“Okay?” The half angel questioned cupping Sam’s cheek.

“Yeah honey, I’m okay. Was just surprised is all,” she smiled at him and pulled Jordan down for another kiss.

The couple continued to kiss until Jordan pulled back to kiss his mate’s cheek moving gently to her neck. He grasped her hands and called the water from the opened bottle. Freezing it, he created cuffs around Sam’s wrists that went into the bed mattress holding her down. Jordan raised an eyebrow and asked again if Sam was okay.

“I’m not burning them off with my fire honey, so it’s okay.” She smiled kindly, feeling the want and need that was pulsating in his energy. He NEEDED this and Sam wasn’t going to say no. If anything, having him create cuffs to hold her arm down was… well, fucking hot. Sam made a mental note to herself to look on that newly unlocked kink later.

Wanting to regain her attention, Jordan kissed his Firefly gently on the lips, a thank you for her understanding. He then lowered his head to lick and suck the junction between neck and shoulder. A gasp and a loud moan of delight had him nibbling the area before moving further down. Sam bucked her hips up, relishing in the lust going straight to her arousal.

Her breasts were no longer covered, her sports bra having been removed by the sneaky half angel during their earlier snogging session. Jordan moved his lips to her left breast licking and gently biting her nipple as he used his hand to caress Sam’s right nipple with the pad of his thumb. Switching breasts every minute or so, the angel reveled in hearing Sam gasp and feeling her squirm.

Feeling her nipples perked and her hips continuing to grind up against his thigh, the angel decided to move lower. Taking his time the angel kissed and licked her stomach while caressing her hips with his fingers. Jordan kept his gaze low as he reached for the top of her leggings, before looking up at her with hazy icy blue eyes.

“Yes?” He questioned, using his eyes to indicate what he was asking and lifting his gaze back up to her awaiting an answer.

“Water Dragon, if you don’t take my pants off now, I’m going to kick your ass.” Sam moaned lifting her hips so he finish taking off her clothes.

Jordan grinned up at Sam as he peeled her leggings down, noticing she had gone without wearing any panties today. She blushed but kept eye contact, cocking an eyebrow as if to say, I DARE you to say something.

Chuckling at her response, Jordan started kissing up her right leg. He stopped to lick behind her bent knee, knowing it was a ticklish spot. The half demon in turn squealed in laughter. A little kick to his left shoulder had him smirking up to his mate wickedly. Jordan continued his quest, kissing up her thigh, stopping to when he got to her red curls, blowing cold air against her heated sex, making her shiver and moan.

He took a moment to just smell her arousal, the scent so indicative of Sam. Smoke, cinnamon, cloves, and apples… the perfect combination. Leaning in, he used his nose to bump against her clit, making her gasp and strain against the cuffs. Jordan proceeded to lick her core, bottom to top, wiggling his tongue quickly against her clit, mimicking a vibrator.

“Fuck! Fucking universe!” Sam exclaimed as her continued to lick and nibble her sex, mixing in short breaths of cold air against the delicious heat.

Good, she feels good! The voice crowed after a particularly loud shriek came out of Sam. Jordan could hear his mate’s breath come out quickly, gasps and unintelligible words spewing from her mouth.

A sudden instinct to bite became too strong within the half angel to ignore. Not wanting to leave his current view, Jordan decided to take a chance when he noticed her engorged clit and after a long lick he experimented with biting it lightly.

“SOMEONE FUCKING DAMNIT!” Sam screeched in a mix of pain and arousal. She bucked her hips both away and yet towards the sensation, feeling as if she was on overload. Noticing her mixed reaction, Jordan worked at doubling his effort in making Sam feel nothing but pleasure. Continuing to lick and suck on Sam’s clit, Jordan slid one of his fingers into her channel and moved it with angelic speed against her g-spot. Sam bucked her hips into Jordan’s face, noticing nothing around her except Jordan and the pleasure he was giving her.

A sounds of moving cloth and an embarrassed gasp along with a screech of, “Bloody Fucking Hell”, had Jordan freeze for half a second. Two new scents caused him to look over towards the tent’s entrance. He knew these beings, deep down he knew that. But right now they were encroaching on him making Sam his mate forever.

Hearing Sam groan at the loss of sensation, Jordan placed his thumb on her clitoris and added an extra finger into her channel. Gaining the sound he wanted from his mate, Jordan narrowed his eyes at the intruders. Her growled, deep in his chest, a warning.

Mine! My Mate! GO AWAY! His instincts roared and his grace started to leek towards the intruders menacingly.

“Darling,” the white haired one stated. “Turn around and move as slowly as possible.”

“But Sam! We heard her yell in pain,” the red headed entity mumbled and Jordan growled louder.

“She’s fine love. He won’t intentionally hurt her. Anathema stated as much. But if we stay any longer he may attack us, and new fledglings can be quite… violent when agitated during courtship.”

“Ngk…fuck. Fine angel.” The red head mumbled begrudgingly.

The two beings held their hands up as they turned and walked cautiously out of the tent. A final growl followed the intruders. He could hear another mumble and then yell from the beings as they left, but he was too far gone at that point to make out the words.

Turning his focus back onto his beautiful mate, Jordan leaned back down to enjoy where he had been before the interruption. Keeping his fingers at their pace and in position, Jordan leaned in and sucked hard on the half demon’s clit, causing Sam’s back to arch off the bed as she climaxed on Jordan’s hand and the bed sheets.

Jordan moved back up and removed the cuffs as Sam stayed dazed, post climax buzz making her feel a bit like jelly. The need to claim Sam roared once again in Jordan. The half angel moved to lick the junction between Sam’s neck and shoulder. She mewled in response and Jordan suddenly bit down, his instincts crowing in delight.

Sam grunted and jumped in pain at the initial bite, sucking the air between her teeth. As she got used to the sensation, the half demon pulled her partner closer and kissed his temple in understanding. When he felt his instincts calm slightly, Jordan pulled back and gazed at his mate.

“Okay?” He questioned once more and Sam nodded.

“Yeah, babe. I’m okay, better than okay.”

Moving between her legs Jordan lined himself up to her entrance. “More?” The half angel asked and Sam groaned in delight.

“Universe, yes!”

Sam had a moment to realize her parents, Jung, Alejandro, Anathema and Newt could probably hear Jordan and herself enjoy some carnal time with each other. But as Jordan slide into her until he bottomed out, she couldn’t find the energy to care.