Of Angels and Demons

Chapter 6:

It was morning when Richie awoke again.

However, it wasn't the way he wanted to.

He felt something slithering up his stomach. 

He wasn't sure why he wasn't worried, maybe he was just still too tired.

The limb slowly made its way up his neck, before resting on his cheek.

  Richie still had his eyes closed, but over time, he began to observe his surroundings.

"Eddie. Your foot is in my face." He managed calmly.

A quiet snicker, "What are you talking about?"

He felt a couple tap his nose gently.

"Get your foot out of my face." Richie continued calmly.

"I seriously have no idea what you're talking about. You must be dreaming." His heel tapped his forehead.

Richie sighed, "Now you're just doing this to piss me off."

He had yet to open his eyes through this whole ordeal.

"Is it working?" Eddie giggled, his foot moving back down to his cheek before lightly hitting it.

Richie immediately grabbed the limb, forcing it away until it was at the edge of the hammock.

Eddie was laughing, but was soon followed by a thud.

"Shit." He grunted, but was still laughing.

Richie grinned, still refusing to open his eyes to check on him, "That's what you get."

He nuzzled more into the open space of the hammock.

He was almost asleep again when Eddie's hand clamped down on his arm, and pulled him down.

Richie's eyes widened, but couldn't break the smile from his face, even as he went crashing to the ground.

His wings saved most of his fall, and they weren't in as much pain as they had been.

Before he could regain himself, he felt the demons' body over him.

Hands were resting on either side of him, one knee wedged between his legs, the other nearly straddling his hips.

Now Richie was wide awake.

He was staring up at Eddie, who still had a smile on his face.

Richie almost felt trapped. He was trapped. And he did not like feeling trapped.

His body refused to do anything, however.

He just stared at the being above him. 

Eddie's smile was slowly fading, and soon, so was the distance between them.

"...U-" Richie managed the weak attempt under his breath.

He swallowed. 

"Mind helping me up? I'm in pain here." Richie managed, still almost a whisper.

He could feel Eddie's breath on his face, but the movements stopped.

It was silent and still for a few long minutes.

Finally, Eddie sighed, a small smile crossing his face again, "Yeah. Sorry."

He moved off of him, offering a hand as he went.

For a split second, Richie almost missed the warmth.

He took the demons' hand and he was hoisted into a sitting position.