It was different, being touched as a human than as an archangel simply inhabiting a vessel. As a human, he felt everything, every sensation making him shiver and press closer to taste the last bit of coffee on Sam's lips, the salt sweat on his neck. He could do this for days, just committing Sam to memory.

Kissing was good, but Gabriel wanted to feel more of Sam's skin and tugged at the hem of his tshirt, helping him get it up and over his head before flinging it heedlessly behind him.

"There. Much better."