Editing Fapfics (Warhammer High) (section)

==A Pleasant Reunion==
[[File:1316131092742.jpg|400px/700px|thumb|Greenmarine's take on Angela, as requested by Someone else.]]

The pseudoweather outside was a bit warmer than it had been.  Michael leaned back against the frame of his bedroom window and basked in the light.  Spring break was drawing to a close, sadly enough, but that had a flip side to it.  Michael grinned into the morning sun.  Angela was coming back soon.  It had been a fun break, sure, spring break was always good.  But Angela hadn’t been able to disentangle from her family obligations, and that was that.  She had left right after school the previous Friday.  She was due back from Albiona today, and he couldn’t wait.  Regretfully, however, the pile of homework on his desk had barely shrunk in her absence, and carried a rather heftier penalty.  With a long-suffering sigh, he turned to his desk to get to work.

After an hour or two of work, he stretched and stood, having had quite enough of calculus for one morning.  He wandered over to his bed and collapsed into it, trying to unspool his brain.  Eyes shut, he snapped his fingers twice to start up the audio player in the corner, and let the music blow out the window with the fading morning breeze.

The high schooler laced his fingers under his head, trying to picture the schedule he had drawn for classes after the break, and found that he couldn’t.  With a mental shrug, he dismissed it.  There would be time for that later.  Waving the music down a hair, he sighed, settling down.  The faint noise of people outside the mansion and wind through the open bay window mingled with the music.

A sense of total and complete relaxation came over him, and a slow, steady sense of warmth spread through his body.  He sighed contentedly, then blinked as a stray thought occurred.  He had just lain down.  How could he already be falling asleep?

Oh.  He smiled to himself, his pulse spiking in excitement.  That was how.  He closed his eyes again, and felt the sensation of contentment return, subtler.  He smiled again.  “A bit too strong the first time, I think,” he said aloud.

“Aw.  I was hoping I could get through that time,” a warm, happy voice responded.  The light from the window darkened a bit as someone crouched through it from the outside.  She shuffled through, then stood, cricking her neck.  “At least I got the drop on you for once.”

“It was your sense of timing,” Michael pointed out.  “I had just laid down anyway.”  He stood and embraced his guest, sliding an arm across her waist and shoulders.  She leaned into him, returning it happily.  He would have hugged across her back, but it was a bit occupied.

Angela, the appropriately-named daughter of Lord Primarch Sanguinius, squeezed her arms across his back, hugging him tight, and spread her wings around him as well, drawing him in.  She smiled against his cheek as the simple pleasure of his welcome warmed her psyche.  She hated travel so much.  “It’s good to be home,” she said quietly.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said, leaning back a bit.  From this close, her bright blue eyes were about all he could see.  Then he lost sight of those, too, as she leaned in for a kiss, and his eyes slid shut.

The music in the corner quieted as he snapped his fingers once, and the wind was all he could hear.  She broke the kiss at last, licking her lips.  “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” she said quietly.  “I had no idea when the lines would open.”

“Don’t worry, I got some work done,” he said, gesturing at the desk beside them.  “But hey.  You’re here, right?”

“Yep,” she said happily, pulling back and drawing his hands between them.  She clenched them between his own, and bit back a smirk at the sudden torrent of images running through his head.  He must have known what she was thinking, because they suddenly went dark, replaced by the slightest sense of being scolded.  “Sorry.”


He ruefully shook his head.  “Forget it.”  Her power had manifested late enough that adjustment hadn’t been hard.  If anything, it had shone a deeper light on what had otherwise been a close, but unromantic, friendship between the two.  Now that there was no barrier between her mind and his, however…something more profound had taken its place.  She released his hands, sitting down at the edge of the bed and looking up at him, a coy little smile crossing her face.  “Truth be told,” he said, apropos of nothing, “I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Really,” she giggled.  “Have you, now.”

“Indeed,” he said, nodding with all the false solemnity he could muster.  Which wasn’t much.  He cracked his knuckles, all business, as she kicked off her own shoes.  “I mean, a week is a long time.”

She snorted, though her thoughts had strayed to him a few times since she had seen him last as well, as he could well assume.  “Not that long.”

“Oh, that stings,” he said, wounded.  He tugged his shirt off, chucking it in the hamper as his eyes followed her curves.  She narrowed her eyes, but didn’t move.  “I guess absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder after all,” he said, resigned.

Angela bit her lip again, tugging her skirt off as well.  “Don’t be so sure,” she said quietly.  He grinned broadly, sitting down next to her on the bed, and sliding one hand across her leg.  She swallowed faintly as her biology caught up with her circumstances, and she flushed from face to navel.  He leaned behind her head, lightly kissing the nape of her neck, as she hurriedly shed her panties and uncrossed her legs.  He ran his free hand across the flat muscle of her stomach, eliciting a little shiver of anticipation.  “Keep doing that, okay?” she asked faintly.

“For now, sure,” he murmured from behind her head.  He pushed her hair aside to reveal the little spot of skin behind her hairline, and nuzzled it, as his fingers slid just a bit lower with every caress of her stomach.

“You know what, that works too,” she whispered.  Her voice rose on the last word as he gently sucked on the skin of her neck, and his fingers found home.  She let out a shuddery breath as he pushed, not even trying to go anywhere yet, just applying a bit of pressure.  Thanking her own timing that she had shaved that morning before the flight, she leaned against him, wrapping one hand across his back and gripping his arm with the other.

“Oh…” she sighed through her teeth.  Michael was going back to moving, she noted distantly, kissing her earlobe and cheek.  She turned and caught his lips, kissing him with hungry, anticipatory relief.  Maybe she had been looking forward to this more than she had realized…


He kept up his rhythm, sliding his fingers a little lower yet.  She groaned into his mouth.  “How does that feel?” he asked, as he broke for air.

“Like I’m going to explode,” she whispered huskily.  He smiled in self-congratulation.

“Now that’s good to hear,” he said, moving his fingers in a little circle around her entrance.  Her head sank as the sensation jolted her.  He kept it going, rubbing a little circle around her vagina, until she visibly shuddered.

“I am…so ready to go,” she groaned.  He nodded, standing up and wiping his hands on a tissue.

“Good, because so am I,” he noted.  He shucked the rest of his clothes, which was rather simpler for him than it was for her.  As he finished, he took the time to watch in approval as her bra came off, and she flushed again.  “I’ll never get tired of that,” he promised, dropping to one knee in front of her.

“Get tired of what?’ she asked, shaking her hair loose.

“That view,” he said, leaning forward.  He slid one probing finger back into the fold between her legs, caressing her clit.  She clamped her legs shut by instinct, moaning aloud.  He pushed again, and she rolled her head back.

“Man, that feels good,” she breathed.  He didn’t respond, just leaned upwards a bit.  He ran his lips over her collarbone, kissing his way south.  She arched her back a little, leaning into the feeling.  Michael took the invitation, pausing to tug gently at one taut little nipple with his teeth.  She gasped.  “Easy,” she managed, “that’s way too sensitive.”

“Sorry,” he said, not that he was planning on stopping.  He slid his other hand back down to her vagina, sliding one finger in, and making the ‘come here’ gesture.

She gasped again, clenching his finger.  He slid in a second and repeated it.  She bucked a bit, shaking.  “I’m…I think…” she managed, before she grasped his head to her chest with one hand, gripping the covers tightly with the other.  “Oh…oh, yes…”

Michael smirked against her bronze skin as she came on his bedspread, shaking from head to toe.  When the tremors stopped, he gently extracted his hand, wiping it down again.  “Okay, NOW how do you feel?” he asked.

Angela bowed her head, grabbing her knees, heaving a little from exertion.  “Like I just ran a mile at a dead sprint,” she panted.  Then she looked up, and her eyes were dazed and content.  She smiled up at him from behind a sheen of sweat.  “Thanks, baby.  That was worth a week.”

Michael nodded triumphantly.  “I sure hoped so,” he said cheerfully.

She sank down onto the covers on her side, avoiding the soggy patch, and stretched luxuriously, folding her wings against her back.  He sat down next to her, running his hand through her hair.  She cooed, snuggling against his hand.  “Is it your turn?” she asked playfully.

He shook his head.  “Nah.”  He grabbed the box of condoms from under the bed, and rolled one on, sure to give her a view.  She watched the process hungrily.  “It’s OUR turn.”


“Awesome,” she said happily.  She started to sit back up, but he caught her shoulder.

“You lie down,” he said, knee-walking to her other side.  She awkwardly rolled over to face him as he clambered over her.

“Actually,” she said hesitantly.  “Can we try this?”

“Hm?” he asked.

“Here, let…yeah,” she said, rising to her hands and knees.  He instantly divined her meaning, eagerly moving to kneel behind her.  He guided her to the right altitude with his hand, then gave her butt a playful squeeze.

“Hmm, been looking forward to this after all, huh,” he asked drily, feeling his blood rise.

“Little bit,” she admitted.  She brushed her hair down to hang from one side of her head, then glanced mischievously back at him.  “Waiting for something?”

“Funny,” he chuckled, gently aligning himself with her.  She let her head sink down as he found the approach, and pushed a bit.

“Mmmm…there you go,” she said thickly, reaching back to grab his hand with her own, clasping it to her hip.  “Ngh…push a little…”

“There we are,” he said, moving against her.  His hips caught on hers as he reached his limit, and groaned ecstatically.  “So good…you’re as tight as a virgin, Angela baby…”

“Hang on, okay?” she managed, shifting her legs apart a little, trying to find a more comfortable position.  By what he considered a supreme act of will, he waited until she signaled her readiness.  He pulled his penis back, all the way to the head, then slid it back in smoothly, finding his pace.  “Oh, yes…there we go,” she murmured.  “Oh, wow, that’s…intense…”


“This…may not happen,” he groaned.  She glanced back at him; his neck was straining, his jaw tight.  “Nope…”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.

“Wrong?  Oh, baby, nothing’s wrong, this is…fucking awesome,” he groaned, speeding up.  “But…no way I’m gonna…last like this.”

A tremor of pleasure shook her arms as he sped up even more, rocking her forward as he rocked back, then pulled her back to meet him.  She shivered and lent her own arms to it, seeking him out as he withdrew.  “Mmm…well, don’t stop yet,” she managed.  She felt him move inside her, a pressure that hadn’t been there before, and it warmed her to her core.  Invisibly, she extended a tendril of her mind, and she grinned to herself as it met his own mind, a roiling sea of emotion, lust, and pleasure.

“Oh, oh Angela sweetheart, don’t do that,” he groaned, slowing his pace as he felt her gentle presence.  “I’m…so close to oh FUCK, oh,” he suddenly said, his hands tightening like vices on her butt.  She rolled her head back in delight as his mind blanked completely, and a wave of total satisfaction swept his thoughts away.  He moaned aloud, his breath coming in fast gasps, as the wave receded, and he sank back on his haunches, absolutely shattered.  She gingerly sank down on her legs, sitting sideways and looking him over.  His face was a blank mask of contentment, eyes shut and mouth relaxed.  He felt her gaze and cracked his eyes open, then he seemed to sag as he saw the clock on the desk behind her.  “Oops.  Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“Sorry?” she giggled.  “Sorry for what?  Enjoying yourself?”

“No,” he replied, shamefaced but still clearly cruising on the glow.  With one hand, he gestured in the rough direction of the clock.  “That…wasn’t even two minutes,” he said bashfully.

“Eh, it still felt fine,” she said coyly.  She leaned over and pushed him back, and he collapsed onto his back, unresisting.  She crawled over him, pausing to pull the condom off and drop it in the trash.  She quirked an eyebrow as she did.  “Say, you DID have fun.”

“What can I say, you’re a natural,” he said wearily, spreading out on the covers.  She moved up over him and lay down flush on top of him, eyes level. 
He looked up at her, dreamy and tired, as she cuddled her legs astride his own.  “I swear you’re taller now than you were when you left,” he said softly.

She smiled, craning her head down to rest her forehead against his.  “Hush,” she whispered.

He did as he was told.  His eyes drifted shut, as she extended her mind to him again.  He took her in, guiding her blindly.  At her own command, she broke free of his clumsy mental hold.  Her lover though he may have been, Michael was no psyker.  She was.

She effortlessly delved through his surface mind, driving through his thoughts, and wrapping his emotions around her.  Michael sighed in satisfaction as her mind moved through his.  It had felt alien, scary, invasive, the first time they had tried.  But now, they had been as intimate as he thought they could be, and it felt more like a kiss.


With more effort, she pushed through his thoughts and emotions, deeper into his memories.  He shivered in pleasure as she deliberately replayed the memory of his orgasm, moments before, and she smiled.  ''That’ll have to be for special occasions'', she thought into his head.  He nodded silently.  ''Don’t want to wear that out'', he thought back, and a warm glow of approval melted through him.

Angela slid across the membranes of his mind, finding and discarding random memories and sensations from his past, until she found what she had been searching for: the core of his personality.  She didn’t touch a thing.  She knew better.  This, this was something she wanted to preserve.  It was him.  It was the house of his soul, his perception of the world and his role in it, his future.  She didn’t want to change it.  It was ''him''.

She wrapped herself around it, felt its faint glow against her mind, and slowly inhaled, quite unconsciously.  She was aware of him, more intimately than the most passionate sex or most heartfelt gift could make her.  If he had had the mental power and spiritual potential to do the same to her, she knew, he would have found her light burned a dozen billion times brighter, as a beta psyker’s would.  Her soul’s radiance would have overshadowed his like an ember next to a searchlight, and she was disappointed, selfishly but honestly, that he couldn’t quite reciprocate.  They had tried soul-stripping twice, and neither time had succeeded, but for now, this was more than enough.

He moaned softly as he felt her in his mind, gently enveloping his soul.  She cracked one eye open, bathing the room in an unnatural cerulean light, and saw his own eyes were screwed shut, his face locked in a rictus of absolute pleasure.  She leaned down and kissed his lips, as faint as a breath of wind, and he whimpered.  She disengaged from him, one layer at a time, and his muscles relaxed, until she was gone, and all that was left of her within him was a lingering aura of her mischievous spirit in his mind and a faint taste of blood on his tongue.


Michael slowly opened his eyes.  Her arms were crossed on his chest, and she was staring down at him over her elbows.  “Hi.”

“Hi,” he croaked.  He cleared his throat and tried again.  “Hi there,” he said, more coherently.

“Are you okay?  I stayed in there a while,” she asked quietly.

He tried to lift his shaking arms, couldn’t.  “I’ve never felt better,” he said honestly, relaxing against the bed and giving up his struggles.  “That…was unforgettable.”

She smiled behind her arms.  “I’ll say.”  She uncrossed her arms, sliding them under his to grip his shoulders, and kissed him deeply, letting the lingering stress from his mental invasion fade.  She felt him harden back up between her legs, clearly re-energized by her psychic exploration.  “Want to go again?” she whispered.

He beamed up at her.  “Absolutely.”


Angela smiled down at him, pecking him on the lips.  “Great.”  She rose from atop him long enough to grab another condom from the box, and sat up on his waist, feeling his firming erection press against her back.  “Let’s see…” she said, reaching back with the little plastic ring.  “Like…this?” she asked innocently, applying it blind.

He swallowed, hard.  “Where the hell did you learn that?” he asked hoarsely as her fingers reached the bottom.

She batted her eyes.  “Learn what?”  In reality, it had been a simple trick of her abilities to guide her hands, but there was no reason for her to show him.

Michael’s mouth worked for a moment, but he didn’t say whatever he had wanted to.  “…Never mind,” he finally said, finding the strength in his shoulders to lift his torso up.  She scooted free, letting him up.  She waddled on her knees up to the headboard, crossing her legs and sitting as she reached them.  She watched as he sat up, clearly meaning to navigate this time around.  “Here, can you sit there?” he asked.

“What?”  She watched, slightly puzzled, as he knelt in front of the headboard, then nodded as understanding dawned.  “Oh…we can try,” she said doubtfully.  She tried to maneuver between him and the headboard, straddling his legs with hers.  As she descended, though, he caught her, holding her up as he spread his own knees, giving her a more comfortable perch.

She slipped back down the length of him, letting out a breath as he filled her up.  From her limited understanding of the subject, he wasn’t huge or anything, but there was no mistaking the feeling of penetration either, as he gently gripped her hips and eased her down over his penis.  “There we go,” he said softly, his eyes alight.  His hands cupped her butt as it hung over the pillows.  “Let me know if this hurts your wings, okay?” he asked quietly.

“Sure,” she said, her own heart rate picking up.  She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, and hooked her hands over his shoulders again, so she wouldn’t be leaning her wings back against the wooden headboard.


“All right,” he said, lifting slightly.  She pushed down against the bed with her toes, rising a little, then eased herself back down.  “Feel okay?”

“Feels fine,” she said, glad he had bought lubricated condoms.  She tensed again, letting him set the pace.  She leaned over his shoulder, breathing a little faster.  “Yeah, go ahead, this is great.”

“All right,” he repeated, pulling her back down again.

Angela’s eyes rolled shut, and she tightened her wings, drawing her feathers against her back.  She stretched her mind out for the fourth time, caressing his.  “Hey, careful,” he said, sensing her.  “I blew early last time you did that.”

“Yeah, but you had also been waiting for me for days,” she pointed out playfully.  “I won’t go too far.  I just want to feel it.”  He shrugged over her arms.

“Sure, if you want,” he said.  He resumed his cycle, raising and lowering her, and rocking his hips a tiny bit with each motion.  Angela reached out to sense him, and bit back a groan as she found his emotional center.  The waves of primal pleasure roiling through him were intensely satisfying to the female part of her mind.  She let herself slide across Michael’s mind a bit more, reveling in the sense of warmth and comfort her body was giving his.
As she did so, however, she sensed something more, swirling beneath the surface.  Curious, she gingerly extended her mind to it.  As she found it, she tasted sugar on her tongue.  She cracked an eye open, but she hadn’t left her position, and neither had he; only a few seconds had passed, and he was still thrusting up into her with the same reassuring, masculine vigor.  Offering him a quick kiss on the cheek and whisper of approval, she returned to her exploration.  The sensation wasn’t real, she could tell now, but it was still there, an echo of whatever she was feeling in his mind.

She slipped back to where she had been, feeling his impulses swell around her.  She eased in, finding her mystery feeling again, and this time let it embrace her fully, wrapping around her mental projection.

What was it, Angela wondered.  It was comfort, that she could tell from its context, embroiled in his physical need for her.  Something mental?  She relaxed, and let her psychic instinct guide her to the answer.

Ah.  Of course, she realized.  It was the longing he had felt for her while she was away.  Not the physical lust, that had been up above.  And it wasn’t the sum total of his feelings for her.  That had been down in the recesses of his mind, wrapped around and directing his soul with the rest of his personality.  No, this was a more base desire.  More than physical, her voice and sex.  Less than spiritual, her soul and personality.  He missed her.  Her insights, her conversations, their interactions.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on his shoulders, a quiet, familiar ache building just behind her stomach.  Distantly, she wondered why she hadn’t found this before.  The feeling was just as satisfying as the ones she had passed to get to it, but…in an entirely different way.  Her mental projection relaxed, feeling the glow of his emotion like a breeze on her wings, or a ray of sun on her cheek.

“Angela?” Michael asked.  Angela’s eyes opened, to see Michael looking at her funny.  They had stopped moving.  “You okay?”

“Whu…?” she asked, bleary.

“You fell over,” he said strangely, looking her up and down.  She glanced over her shoulder.  Sure enough, she was now leaning backwards, one wing lodged against the headboard.  Her knees felt watery and weak, too, and she felt oddly sticky.

“Oh,” she said, blushing beet red.  “Sorry…I just, I think I just came so fast that it knocked me a bit loopy,” she quickly improvised.

“I’ll say,” Michael muttered, looking down to where he was still buried inside her.  “It was so quick I wasn’t sure what was going on.”

“Uh, hey, don’t stop,” she said, resuming her position on his lap, wrapping her arms around him horizontally this time.  “Really, go ahead.”

“You say so,” he said, starting back up.  After a few minutes of quiet, encouraging murmurs from her, he came too, burying a groan of blissful release in her shoulder.  As his aftershocks slowed, she slowly climbed off of him, holding the headboard for support and shaking her wings to get the circulation going again.


He slumped back, cleaning himself up with a towel and tossing the condom in the trash.  She hugged her knees to her chest and watched as he dried up, then stretched out next to her near the foot of the bed, the only part that wasn’t wet or covered in discarded clothes.  She cuddled up next to him, draping her upper arm and leg over him.  Michael smiled in contentment, sliding his arm under her cheek and ruffling her hair with his hand.  “Thanks, Angela.  Really.  That made my day.  Week,” he amended after a moment’s thought.

She laughed sleepily, and tossed the clothes next to which they had been lying at the laundry servitor’s slot in the corner.  “Mine too,” she said dreamily.  The breeze through the window picked up, blowing the smell and heat of their exertions out, and carrying the smell of cut grass and flowers in.  She ran her hand over his chest to his heart, and he caught it there, holding it down.

“So…” she asked quietly.  “Want to know what I felt, before?”

“Sure,” he said, glancing down at her head on his bicep.

Angela struggled through her weariness to find the right words.  “I found contentment, sure…and, the way it feels when you have sex with me…which I appreciate you sharing, by the way,” she added with a sleepy grin.  He returned it, machismo nicely stroked.  “And…I felt some concern, too.  Like…the way this intimidates you a little,” she said, letting her eyes flare a bit.

He awkwardly shrugged under her head.  “Honestly, baby, it doesn’t weird me much anymore.  Knowing your dad, I could tell you were gonna be an amazing psyker.”

“Thanks.”

“And…it’s not concern so much as a little envy,” he continued.  She didn’t reply; she looked like she was thinking that over.

“Okay…well…I also felt the way you missed me when I was gone,” she concluded.  “That felt nice too.”

“What did?  That I missed you?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah.  It feels good to be longed for.  You know?  And the relief you felt…that was so peaceful,” she said quietly.


“Yeah?”  He peered up at her.  “Like what?” he asked, as he grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his head.  He could feel sleep coming on, morning or no.

“I can’t describe it.  But…it was so relaxing,” she said softly.  He smiled, kissing the top of her golden head.

“Then help yourself.”

She looked up at him, a hesitant grin on her blood-red lips.  “Really?”

“Sure.  If it’s just sitting in there, knock yourself out,” he said with another shrug.

She bit her lip again, and her mischievous side came back out for a moment.  “I’ll hold you to that,” she said softly.  “So if you’re trying to sleep, and you suddenly feel a hand on your mind, it’s me, okay?”

He chuckled.  “If I’m trying to sleep, share some with me, huh?”

Angela giggled.  “I will,” she promised.  She reached over and grabbed a pillow of her own, settling down on her side.  Silence fell over the room as both teens started to drift off to sleep.

''Hey'', she asked, just as his mind dropped into the blankness of slumber.  ''How did you know when I was going to show up this morning?''

''I didn’t'', he replied in his mind.  ''But I knew my angel would come back for me.''