Christine woke up in the middle of the night to pee and get a glass of water.
After doing her business, she quietly padded her way to her kitchen, but was halted in her tracks by a peculiar sight.

Sitting in her living room, his head flopped back against the back of the couch, was Gabriel.
It wasn't strange in the sense that he was there (he was always there) ... but that he appeared to be asleep.

Wide awake with intrigue, Christine found herself moving slowly towards him. Her bare feet easily creeping quietly on the rug with calculated steps.
His his mouth was slightly agape, and his chest rose and fell at a deep, steady pace. All evidence clearly showing that he was in fact asleep.
But that just didn't seem right.
Gabriel's was an angel. And she was sure that he had told her before that sleep wasn't necessary for him.

He seemed so peaceful. No smug glint twisting at his featured, his thin lips resting comfortably apart. His usually long, swept back hair was partially dangling off the back of the sofa.
Deep in thought, Christine hardly even registered her hand reaching out to move an out of place lock of hair. But the moment her finger made contact with his cheek, she felt an over whelming sensation rush through her chest, and she no longer felt inside her body.

When reality stopped spinning, Chris was able to register her surroundings quite clearly. The room she was no longer her apartment, but a large suit of some sort.

The floor was a bold black and white checked print, and the room itself was filled with tacky looking retro style furnishing.

Deaf Leapard's poor some sugar on me blasted through the suit, and the lights noticeably dimmed. The only real thing illuminating the room were the massively framed posters of playboy models that decorated the walls.

Christine picked herself up off the floor and stumbled around for a bit until she took a good notice of the main room.

And Chris had to do a double take.

A strip pole stood in the middle of the room with a dancer in a black, lacy get up topped off with massively tall stiletto heels.
But what Christine found so bewildering, was the fact that the dancer looked almost exactly like her with a few exceptions.
The dancer shared the same hair and features, but she was much taller then herself, and wore far more make up then Chris had ever had on her own face in a life time.

Christine's attention turned to the large, red velvet chair that sat directly in front of the little show. And sure as hell, there sat Gabriel. He lounged comfortably, munching away at a snickers bar. 

She found herself staring daggers into the back of his head. She wasn't necessarily angry... Just... Extremely annoyed. She felt her cheeks burn red as she watched her practical twin move about the strip pole, and she honestly fought the urge to run over there and rap her up in a blanked or something, away from watching eyes.

After watching long enough, Christine gritted her teeth and marched straight up beside the dancer, causing her to look just as confused as she was.
Gabriel looked comically the most confused of all, his mouth hanging open mid chew.

He just stared between the two Christine's standing before him, one looking so peeved off that it couldn't have not been the real her.
She stood with her hands on her hips and one brow raised in a scolding manner.

"Seriously? I am not this tall Gabriel, what the hell?!" She whined, gesturing to the dancer beside her.

"Christine? How are you-"

"You where asleep on my couch... And that's another thing. I thought angels didn't sleep."

"No, I said I didn't need to. I personally find dreaming to be pretty enjoyable." Winking at the dancer who blew him a kiss back.

"Obviously." She deadpanned.

"So? What do you think?" He asked with a smile on is face, gesturing to the room around him.

"I think it's tacky and looks like the set of a cheep porno. Though... I'm not really surprised that this is the kinda crap you dream about." She turned to look the dancer up in down who returned the favor with a suggesting expression.

"Cheep? Aw no babe, I only get involved in top dollar pornos." He chuckled, his eyes crinkling from his widening smile. "Anyway, want something to eat?" He snapped, standing up from his velvety chair and stretch with a groan. He snapped his fingers and the dancer vanished in a whispy cloud. He made his way to the kitchen that was now stalked full of an impressive assortment of sweets.
Christine took quick notice of his tight fitting wife beater and short pair of red silk boxers. She watched him examine the table carefully before swiping his finger across a dollop of whips cream and bringing it to his mouth. "You'v gotta try this." His eyes rolling back at the taste of the treat.

"No thanks. Sugar'll give you nightmares." She scolded lightly.

"Is that right? Well Iv never had an issue with it."
He disappeared from where he stood in the kitchen and reappeared directly in front of Chris, who let out a surprised gasp and squared up ready to punch him, but before she could, he booped a finger full of whipped cream on her nose before zapping safely out of reach.
Gabriel personally found it extremely adorable how she momentarily crossed her eyes in attempt to examine the mess on her face.
Christine Davis was an unplanned, and unwanted nuisance in his life that took up way too much of his time. It was her own damn fault she attracted him like a magnate... Might as well mess with her to amuse himself.

"Gah, Gabriel!" She whined in annoyance, whipping the white fluff from her nose, causing her hands to dry sticky.

"Need some help? I could always lick it off-"

"In your dreams." She shot back, only noticing her mistake when she saw an unsettling look come across Gabe's features. His mouth twisted in a smug grin and his eyebrow quirked up suggestively. "Alright sugar... If you insist-"

"Wait. No no no... I didn't mean-" she quickly added. "Quit that."

"Quit what?"

"Looking at me like that." She pointed a finger at him.

"Looking at you like what?" He winked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Gabriel!" She snapped.

"Alright alright princess, geez." He chuckled.
The two stood in silence, his gaze on her making her wiggle with discomfort.
"How are you here?" He asked, more to himself then her.

"I was going to ask you that." She folded her arms against her chest.

"You said I was asleep on your couch?" He continued, moving in her direction.

"Yeah."

"An did you happen to... touch me?" He choked down a laugh at the sight of her face burning red up to her ears.

"W-well.... I mean yeah, I-I was trying to wake you up." She stammered.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you try to wake me up? Did you need something?" He intaragated, knowing good and well that he had her cornered.

She opened her mouth to snap her excuse, but the sickening fact was... was she didn't have an excuse at all.
He was a few feet away now, and Christine fought the urge to step back.
"I was just..."

"You just wanted to touch me?" He couldn't control the amusement out of his voice as he watched her look everywhere but at him.

"No!" She shot at him quickly and a little too loudly. "I just... I was making sure you were ok. Like I said... I didn't know angels could sleep." She hated the excuse the moment it left her mouth. It made it sound like she cared about him.

"Aw shucks. You were worried about me?" He teased, stepping closer. This time Christine did take a step back. Her features developing that of more then annoyance.

"Ok, fine. I'll lay off." He said, raising his hands up. "It's not nice to tease a girl about her crush."

She narrowed her eyes deeply and reared up to start a yelling match with him. "Excuse m-"
He swiped his finger through the air and cut off her voice, earning an annoyed and confused glared aimed his way. "Take a chill pill honey. I'm only teasing." This did nothing to ease the glare.

"Given the bed head it must still be early. Time to go back to bed. You'v got school tomorrow." He reached up and snapped his fingers.

Christine surged up off the couch with a rush in her chest.
Gabriel still sat on the couch, groggily looking down at her as she picked herself up out of the uncomfortable looking position she was in beside him.

"Stay outa my head kid." He warned gently as she stood to shuffle back to her own room.

"Then stay out of mine." She shot back over her shoulder.

Gabriel's stomach did a flip flop at her words.
He hadn't visited her dreams in weeks.
Which meant...

.... she was dreaming about him.