She smiles when he approaches. He sees Heaven in her eyes, potential in that luscious mouth. Cheeks still baby-plump dimple when he speaks to her, flush slightly in the shadowed light. He wants to eat her alive, right here, right now, but knows he has to wait. When they're this young, it's better to be patient.
Angel food is a delicacy to savor and enjoy.
Mesmerized, he tracks her body's soft curves as a Bible passage comes to mind. The one about Jacob and the angel, that little saga about the earthling with attitude who thinks he can strong-arm a winged warrior. A sentiment fitting for this moment, except he has no intention of letting this particular angel fly away. Blessings are optional, but before he's done, somebody's going to get sanctified. Maybe she's into role-playing, or maybe it's his cleric's collar, but either way it works for him.