Chuck's p.o.v

I can't believe I'm doing this! I slowly leaned over, carefully watching Raphael's reaction. He blushed but didn't lean away. Actually, he seemed to be inching ever so slightly closer. Raphael seemed eager to connect our lips. Finally my mouth met his and fireworks flew. Now it all makes sense. All of the feelings we had repressed flowed through a single kiss. I never loved Becky. She was a distraction. I love Raphael. And he loves me, judging by the way way his lips moved against mine. His hand reached into my hair as mine grabbed his hips. I slid into his lap, seen as how we were now siting up. I slid my tongue across his bottom lip, begging for more. He happily obliged, opening his mouth wide enough for me to stick my entire tongue in. I drew small circles with the pads of my thumbs onto his sides, earning a moan from deep within his throat. His hands wandered around my body, making me shiver in pleasure. It was obvious that I was growing hard.

"Ch-Chucky?"

Raphael stuttered, his voice thick with lust.

"What is it baby?"

I tried my best to sound seductive.

"Chucky, I want you. I need you."

I reconnected our lips. I could feel his erectiön pressing into my inner thigh, turning me on even more. I started fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"This. Off. Now."

I growled. I have to admit, I sounded even sexier than I had imagined. He removed his shirt, just as I removed mine. Not quite sure what he likes, I experimentally slid my hand down the front of his pants. He gasped then moaned in pleasure.

"You like this baby? You want more?"

I continued to rub his cóck making him moan again.

"Yes! Yes, Chucky! Please! More!"

I laughed to myself. It feels good to know that you have one of the most powerful archangels whimpering your name. He was almost God and I have him pinned to the bottom of a boat, begging and moaning.

"One question baby."

"Anything Chucky! I just want more!"

"Are you a virgin?"

He stared at me, lust clouding his eyes.

"Yes, but hopefully I won't be one much longer."

He breathed in between moans. A string of profanities left his mouth, turning me on even more than I already was. I was just about to undo his pants when I heard the familiar sound of a phone coming from Raphael's back pocket. He was obviously too out of breath to answer so I took my hand out of his pants and retrieved his cell, making sure to stroke his back and bum as I did this.

"Hello?"

"Chuck? Is that you?"

"Um yeah, Lucifer?"

"Yeah. I just wanted to let you know that some friends are coming up to hang but they aren't sleeping over. I tried calling your cell but you didn't answer. Why do you have Raphael's phone anyway?"

"It's um, he's renting a boat. He left his jacket with me why?"

I was trying to control my moans. Raphael was currently kissing and sucking and nipping at the skin of my neck.

"Alright. Do you think you can save the boating for later? Maybe you could have a moonlit pick nick in a canoe. How romantic is that?"

"Why do you need me back?"

"You're the mother duck. Cooking, cleaning, that kind of stuff. The rest of these idjits are useless. I got a date with flower, BTW."

"Good for you man! I'll see ya soon."

"Kay. Bye."

I hung up and turned around to face Raphael.

"Couldn't keep your hands off of me?"

"Of course I couldn't. I wanted to know, does this mean we're dating?"

"I just shoved my hand down your pants. Of course we're dating."

I chuckled. He can be so clueless sometimes.

"So are we gonna finish what we started?"

"Trust me, I want to, but Luce wants us back at camp. He says he has some friends coming. Probably Balthazar and Samandriel. Maybe Adam. C'mon. We should start rowing."

"Alright. Do you want to tell everyone? About us, I mean."

"Of course I do! As long as we don't talk about what almost happened."

"Agreed. Love you Chucky!"

"I love you too baby."

🌈meanwhile🌈

Sherlock's p.o.v

"John, John!"

"Shhhh! Keep it down! They might hear us."

"What are you crazy kids doing in there?"

Oh crap. The shadow of Lucifer walking towards our tent made my heart rate increase. We are so screwed.

"Nothing! John's sleeping, go away!"

I replied quickly covering us to with a blanket. John got the hint and pretended to be asleep on my chest.

"It's the middle of the day! Wake him up!"

"Ok. He always does this after car trips. It's like major jet lag. It's a medical condition."

"Whatever you say. The Maine group will be here soon. Raphael is also coming. Please try to behave."

I groaned. Every one knows about my hate for a certain archangel. Lucifer left the tent, leaving John and I alone.

"C'mon. We should get dressed."

I stood up and stretched, wincing at the pain that seared through the lower half of my body.

"I'm sorry baby, was I too rough?"

John apologized, embracing me from behind and kissing my neck lovingly.

"I'll be fine."

I put my trousers on and limped out of the tent. Everyone stared and laughed when they saw I couldn't stand up straight.

"Hola amigos! The king is here! The party can start!"

My least favorite angel, aside from Raphael, walked into the camp, wildly flailing his sandy tan colored wings. He was one of the few angels that exposed his wings. Only to people who know about angels of course. He would never show his wings to muggles. The more timid Angels like Cas, Anna and Samandriel kept there wings tucked securely in their vessels. I heard it was painful, but they were self conscious about them. Not Balthazar though. He even works for a modeling company. Everyone thinks that the wings are fake, and that's the way we want it to stay.

"Heya Sherly, Jawn, Luci, Dean-o, Cassie, Gabey, Char-Char, Jo-Jo, Annie and others!"

He announced in his obviously fake British accent. From the state of his face, he had gotten into a bit of a fight along the way. He probably saw Lilith. Even though most of us accept the demons, Raphael is a bit skeptical and Balthazar flat out hates them. Old grudges.

"You look excited Luce, what's got you in such a good mood."

Balthazar noted.

"Well Balthy, I got myself a date with a demon."

Balthazar's face paled.

"Chill Balth. Not an actual demon, just Flower." (A/N Flower is actually me. Hello. I write myself into my own stories and I date satan. No, I'm not self centered.)

"Oh, good."

Balthazar breathed, his face returning to it's normal shade.

"Alright. As long as it's not a real demon."

Balthazar's looked from tent to tent and then to the campsites across the dirt road.

"I can't believe you need these many tents."

"There's over fifty of us."

I spoke for the first time. Giving him the 'death glare' as John calls it.

"Oh Sherly! I nearly forgot you were there! How are you? I can see you've got a bit of a limp there, was John too rough last night?"

He scoffed at me.

"Actually, John was amazing about five minutes ago, but you rudely interrupted it."

Once again Balthazar's face paled before he started laughing hysterically. By the time he had gone quiet, his face was bright red.

"So you two are together now? Like actually together? Not just fück buddies I hope."

"Oh go away. No one likes you!"

I snapped at him. He drives me crazy! Why was he even invited. I changed my mind. Even though I hate Raphael, Balthazar is my least favorite angel.

🌈Magic time skip🌈

Flower's p.o.v

Like promised, Luci and I were going on a date. I don't even know why I said yes. He's so annoying. We decided to paddle out to a little island, about a half hour from the shore. We rented a boat and start to haul it towards the water, Luci pulling most of the weight considering the fact that he's an archangel. I have to admit, I wasn't having the absolute worst time of my life. But knowing him, he'll start making jokes that are either not funny or just plain rude. I mean, he's a sexist jock. At least I think he is. I don't really know him aside from how he acts towards me.

"Whatcha thinking bout, hon? How amazing I am?"

"Screw you!"

"Considering which of us have which parts, it will be I screwing you."

"You know what I mean you devil!"

"Dude. Really? Now you're just setting me up. I am the devil. Do you enjoy these jokes."

Maybe I did like the jokes a little. But it has nothing to do with me liking Lucifer. I mean, he's a jerk, right?

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with. I can't believe I agreed to this."

To be continued...