Love Conquers All

Chapter Eighteen.

George's POV

"Morning baby..." Philip whispers in my ear, one eye slowly opens and I look at him with a grin. My hands find their way to his bare hips and I hum softly.

"Good morning beautiful." I put softly and press a kiss to his neck. He blushes and puts a hand on the back of my head.

" How'd you sleep?" He gives a smirk and shifts to my lap.

"I dont think I got much sleep after you woke me up with a suprise last night." He chuckles and eyes sparkle.

"Hey, I have a question for you." He hums. I look at him and cock my head.

"I've got an awenser." He laughs and looks outside.

"What would you do if you meet another angel?" I look at the celing and chew on my bottom lip. He draws circles into my chest and I play with a strand of his hair.

"I don't know." I shrug." It's notlike they're family,they've never been there for me. I cant call God Dad or Mom or whatever the hell he is. Whenever I asked for help from him all I did was get screwed over."

"No kidding." Philip scoffs and eyebrows screw together. He looks like hes going to murder someone.  The worst he could do to an angel would be to strangle it slowly.  I love him, but I wouldn't let him near another angel in a thousand life times.

"I don't know if I'd be mad, I can't be mad at every angel we'd go by. Thats a good way to go to hell." I snort and he chuckles . I press a kiss to his jaw and he hums happily.  Each one of his fingers finds a groove in my hips and his eyes scan the scars on my body.

"According to some Christians and Donald Trump, we already are." He rubs his thumb in a slow circle and his eyes catch the sun. The green is like a freshly picked granny smith apple, and golden like sun hitting a wheat field.

"Oh God...those feel so. Normal." I put my hands between his shoulders and massage slowly.  He melts under my chest and gives a soft gasp of pleasure. " Politics, religions, school, hell the outside world. They all seem so oddly not normal. Like,its our way of life,yet it's not. "

The room goes silent and we both stare outside at the cloud passing by.

"I miss home...."Philip mumbles against my skin. I nod slowly.

"I do too love. So much. "I start braiding a few curls," but.... we're still together.  We're alive,our friends and family's alive.  Wherever you are Philip, that's where my home is."

He looks up at me and gives a wide smile,it looks almost unnatural.  But it looks so good on him.  I pull him up so I can hug him tightly and press a kiss up to his lips .

"You're sweet." He sighs happily.

"You're very lucky to have me." I laugh and he pushes me away.  Alex and Thomas bust through the conjoined doors between our rooms. Philip screams and I almost slice Alex's head off with a knife. He screams and ducks.

"Woah sorry!" Thomas slowly unlodges the knife from its new home. "Bad timing I guess."

"What the hell has you guys ripping through here like a tornado?" Philip catches his breath and pulls a blanket tighter around us.

"John called." Alex throws our clothes at us. That has our attention.

"And?" I press. Thomas looks at us and gives a smirk.

"We have some unfinished buisness in New York." He purrs.  I can't help but smile back at the tone in his voice.

"Like?" I hum.

"Getting my damn kingdom back." He grins sharp teeth with black eyes at us.