5.

**Leila**



Days passed...

Yet none of us even dared to grab ahold of that handle and step inside that damned room, cowardly resorting to our daily check-up that mainly consisted in a silent and inconspicuous eavesdropping to her door, occasionally graced with the sight of Raphael fleetingly getting out only to grab food and lots of alcohol.

Yep. Alcohol.

Well at least she's eating.

My brows furrowed into a rather concerned frown as for the third time already in a single day, I watched him swiftly walk through the living room to retrieve yet another one of Rick's bottles, without even acknowledging our mere presence in the very same room whatsoever.

Quickly averting my gaze back to Rick who was already laying on the couch right next to me, I stealthily gave him a "why won't you do something" look accompanied by a small nudge to his leg, only to have it simply ignored as he didn't even bothered to peer over the couch's backrest and give the angel a single glance.

My frown deepened as I glanced between Raphael's retreating form and the impossible male before me. But before I could even open my mouth to express my evident displeasure, he quickly beat me to it.

"He loved Daya...He was already in love with her when he lost her..." His gaze never left the screen of his phone as he so calmly pointed out, to my utter surprise.

"I would be such an insensitive ass to even approach him right now...God knows I would be way off the rails if I would've ever lost you, or Blake," He truthfully confessed whilst finally setting that damned phone aside, his honey eyes finding my own with a small and reassuring smile.

Raising himself into a sitting position so that he could get closer to me, the back of his fingers gingerly glided over my cheek as he peered into my eyes, surely noticing the deep angst and worry pooling inside of them as after blowing out a long and tired breath he ever so gently advised,

"Let them be. For now. I know you are already very worried for her, but let them be. Give them some more time. You know how stubborn she can be. And I know she is safe with him. He's an archangel, for god's sake..."

Already pulled under the spell of his affecting closeness, like always, I found myself silently nodding right before his arms went around me, slowly giving in to the comfort of his embrace and his soft kisses over the top of my head.

However...the only question that still pressed around my mind was...How much?

How much time would it have to pass until I can finally get my friend back?





**Blake**






Giving the small and soft pink foam ball in my palm a light squeeze I then threw it once again towards the opposite wall, bouncing against it before swiftly landing in the palm of the angel male sitting on the carpeted floor right next to me, his lazy position mirroring my own.

Keeping his dark and lost gaze glued to the ceiling, he boredly threw it right back to the wall, the ball landing once again in my hand as we idly continued our absent play.

The tired sigh that went past my lips before leaning to the side to rest my head against his shoulder briefly broke through the peaceful silence, that much hated state of sobriety once again threatening to take ahold of my mind as it faintly poked around the edges from time to time, pushing me to seek yet again the hollow comfort only the end of a bottle would provide.

So after another throw, my left arm stretched out to reach and grab that glass bottle sitting somewhere close to my side only to find the damn thing completely empty, just like the other ones currently laying into a small pile at the closest corner.

I let out something between a moan and a small whine, the ball now completely forgotten as I buried my face into the broad expanse of his shoulder, my fingers also taking a hold of his black and simple t-shirt as I quietly mourned for the loss.

So much with the fucking booze...

Feeling his hand cup my own in a soothing manner, I simply let myself fall onto his lap and rest my head against his thigh, closing my eyes for a few moments.

"I want more...Can I have some more?" My voice came out so raspy and tired, followed by his monotone response,

"That was the last one..."

"Noo..." I let out yet another whine, feigning a child's cry between lightly banging my fist against his thigh in evident protest.

“No...Where’s the rest? Where’s the fucking rest?”

A long sigh went past his lips right before the answer,

“There is no more. You drank it all...”

I only continued with my petulant whining, sluggishly raising myself to peer into his dark brown eyes.

"No...What are we going to do?"

He simply shrugged in response as he kept lifelessly staring at me, visibly unaffected by my current cause of distress.

"Can I have some of yours?" I sweetly asked as my eyes fleetingly fell upon that uniquely-looking bottle sitting somewhat close to him, remembering how he briefly had mentioned about it being a beverage only for supernaturals or some shit like that, called "poison".

His dark brows quickly contorted into a disapproving frown as my gaze returned to him, broodingly mumbling,

"But it's very strong...And you're half human. It could either make you feel euphoric or send you into a freaking coma for like, a few good years..."

"Yeah whatever," I blatantly ignored him with an eye-roll and before he could even try and stop me I quickly leaned closer to his side and snatched the bottle, eyeing the purplish liquid for a few seconds before taking a rather big sip, feeling the potently sweet and mildly stingy taste.

"Wow..." I breathed as an unnaturally fast wave of pure ecstasy suddenly hit me like the most furious, unforgiving torrent...

The sounds of my giggles kept resounding through the spacious room as for the last few hours, I've been going at it like the freaking energized bunny. I've been running around like a fucking nutjob, jumping on the bed, throwing my clothes around after tearing them apart, torturing Raph with my super lousy singing or trying to do his make-up, all that after one, single fucking sip of that thing.

Imagine what a whole bottle could do...

I let out yet another small laugh at the thought, all the while stumbling around with a shawl over my head as I kept trying to mimic an indian dance I once saw in a movie.

Letting out a hiccup, I suddenly tripped right after over a pile of clothes and face-planted on the floor with a dull thud.

"Oww..."

"You okay?" Raph's concerned voice quickly reached my ears, immediately feeling the warm touch of his hands grabbing my shoulders and lifting me up into a kneeling position.

Lightly shaking my head to chase away the strong dizziness, I then brushed the few strands of hair fallen over my face away as I wordlessly stared at his worry-stricken face for a few seconds, slowly breaking into a fit of hysterical laughter.

He only blinked a few times as he blankly stared at me, witnessing yet another one of my meltdowns as within the span of a single minute, I went from hysterical laughter to downright wailing.

"Hey, hey what's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?"

I could barely hear him through my loud sobs, not even registering the moment he had moved closer and wrapped his arms around me, almost instantly feeling the change in temperature with his body so close to mine...So...warm...

Swallowing a sob, my teary eyes rose to meet his, forgetting even how to cry as for the first and briefest moment...I lost myself into his dark brown depths. And before I could even realize what was happening my lips were already touching his soft and inviting ones, soon finding ourselves engaged into a heated and passionate make-out session.

Driven by the compelling need to feel more and more, I even went as far as taking off his t-shirt and throwing it somewhere across the room, right before I literally threw myself over his lap and continued my sweet “assault”, lightly grinding my panties against that growing bulge in his jeans whilst his hands cupped my bottom, my own hands buried within the softness of his jet black hair as he held me close.

However, I only got to kiss him one more time before it all so abruptly stopped, in the fraction of a second suddenly finding myself seated over a pile of clothes, few steps away from him as he panted hard, head hung low.

"I'm not him..." He so brokenly voiced out all of a sudden, my own heart sinking at the mere sound.

Him.

I did not even dare to think about that person he was actually reffering to.

"And you're not her..."

"It would be really stupid of us to imagine otherwise... I know you're hurting. But I can't give you what only he can. I'm not him. And I will never be..."

For the briefest moment, my bottom lip quivered.

However, I swallowed the hot tears already threatening to slip then drowned down whatever ounce of emotion his words arose within me, forcibly stretching out a goofy smile across my face. And before he could even notice what was happening, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my mind,

"You know what I've been thinking?"

"How come you guys even have dicks?"