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The screaming of the kettle wakes you up. You look for a clock of some sort, but all you get is darkness. You groan and turn over, pulling the blankets tighter around you.
"Nuh-uh," Daniel says, tapping his hand against your foot. "It’s after noon. You need to get up."
"I haven’t slept in 2000 years," you tell him, trying to bury your face into the pillow. "Just give me fifteen more hours."
Daniel clicks his tongue, you don’t need light to know he’s shaking his head too.
"Lunch is in five minutes. Get up or I’m feeding yours to Shelby."
You wrinkle your nose as your stomach growls. That damn dog has her own food to eat, she doesn’t need yours. You sit up and grab a pair of underwear from the floor, slipping them on. You move slowly, hissing every now and then when your right leg spasms and forces you to feel around for something to hold onto until the tremors stop. It would be fantastic if your body healed the way it used to, before Michael body slammed you down to this stupid planet and decided to hide your grace in some random ass dimension in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere.
"Two minutes," Daniel calls.
"I’m coming," you snap. Your leg aches, worse than usual. You shut your eyes tight and try to breath through the pain, but it doesn’t stop.
"I can’t move, Danny."
A knife clatters into the sink, making you flinch. Daniel’s by your side before you can even open your eyes. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls your arm over his shoulder.
"Just go slow," he tells you.
You nod, trying to focus on something other than the sharp static stomping its way up and down your leg.
Daniel leads you to the dining table at a snail’s pace, and then sits you in one of the chairs. He crouches down in front of you and kneads his fingers into the meat of your thigh. You suck in a breath.
"Too much?" he asks.
"No, no. Feels good."
He keeps massaging, working his way over your knee and then down to your calf. ”Want me to get your meds?”
"Nah," you say, stilling his hands when he gets back to your thigh. "It’s stopping now."
Daniel smiles and stands up. He leans down and kisses your forehead. “You worry me so much,” he whispers. He turns to the counter and goes back to making lunch. It’s then that you notice the clothes he has on.
"You’re wearing a dress?"
He looks down at himself as he sets to plates on the table, then he smiles. “It’s new. Do you like it?”
"Yeah, but I thought only Danielle wore dresses?" you say, confused. "Shit, have I been calling you the wrong name and using the wrong pronouns all day?" You dig your hand through your hair, tugging a little too hard. "I swear I —"
"Calm down, honey. I’m Daniel today. But I wanted to look pretty, so I went out and bought a dress while you were sleeping." He takes your hands in his and kisses your fists. "Thank you for asking, love."
You breathe a little easier and manage a small smile. “It looks great on you.”
Daniel spins around. making the skirt twirl out. “You think so?”
"Absolutely," you say.
Daniel moves forward and lowers himself slowly down onto your lap. “Want to see the panties I bought too?”
You capture his lips with yours, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth when you pull back. Your hands find their ways under his dress and settle on his hips. “I would love to,” you say, kissing him again. “But there’s a delicious sandwich calling my name, and if you recall, I’m a fallen angel who needs to make up for lost time.”
Daniel snorts. “You’re really gonna milk that aren’t you?”
"It led me to you, didn’t it?"
Daniel gives you one last kiss, then he sits down in the chair across from you; he rests his feet on your knees.
"You really do look fantastic in that dress," you tell him after a few minutes.
"I know, love." He picks off a piece of his sandwich and drops it onto the floor for Shelby. "But you can keep saying it."
You give his toes a squeeze.
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