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None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.

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There was something comforting to Henry that his mind immediately went to the idea that he wasn't sure he currently had any scruples of anything on him before his brain properly caught up and he realized she meant it in a more conventional sense. At least somewhere in there, his mind was still his own.

"My scruples aren't what's in need of relief," he said, looking up at her again like he was half ready to pin her against a tree and give her the kind of snog he'd been saving for if he'd ever see his wife again. No one here needed to know how passionate he was. River did in her way, but she seemed to be unable to stop herself from collecting snippets of people. This woman was- Aww, hell at least she wasn't practically a teenager. That alone made him feel much less filthy about the whole thing.

That got a laugh, "Oh I am sorry. I shouldn't be laughing but you really are so..."

She shook her head, at a loss for the right word. Earnest? Amusing? Precious? Then making a bit of a decision she rose from her chair and moved closer.

"I suppose I could break the ice. I'm River." The offered hand was both invitation and challenge.

He stood when she did, a reaction that was almost automatic when a woman stood. "Henry," he said, taking that hand and using it to pull her closer. He let it go only to press it to the small of her back and kiss her deeply.

Oh, see, and here she'd thought she would have to make the first move.

He kissed well, and she wound her arms around him and kissed him back with matching vigor. She was attractive, amusing and really a very nice man (or so he seemed). She hardly needed all that to be willing to snog the man, but it helped.

"Immune," he said absently between hungry kisses, his mind beginning to work properly again. He nipped her lower lip. "Not wholly human. Or human at all." It started off about her. Or at least, verbally it was about her. For a time. She was the starting point.

Non human. Looks human. Perhaps. Maybe. Could be completely invisible.

He held her firmly, giving away that he was far stronger than he looked. The moment his mind locked on an answer (and really, there was only one,) he rested his forehead against hers so he could catch his breath. "Cherubim."

Her breathing was a trifle ragged herself, and it took a moment for her to make sense of what he was saying.

"I've never been angelic," certainly not cherubic. She nipped at his lower lip and smiled, finger playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "But I don't think you're talking about me anymore."

"The reality of angels and the pop cultural perception of them are two wildly different things." He shivered, a pleased little growl working its way out of his throat. "Not you though, no." There were already ghosts. Why not angels? Hiding. Somewhere. He hated that he didn't have access to the order's supplies or even Dean's trunk. Some holy oil would not go amiss here.

"Tell me if this stops being okay." He kissed her again. They could talk theories and suspicions later. This was so much more important.

"So long as they aren't weeping," she murmured into the kiss. And the strength in her hands as they moved over his back, the barely constrained physicality proved that he wasn't the only one who was stronger than they looked.

If it stopped being okay, she wouldn't have any trouble telling him.

He'd been trying very hard not to get too handsy. His back arched with the press of her hands. He found himself squeezing her rear as he drew her closer. The intense need of the situation had faded almost entirely. Now, he was just enjoying himself, enjoying that he could choose to enjoy himself and that he felt like he could actually stop without clawing at his own flesh if she wished for him to.

"I assume you're not just talking about gothic sculpture," he said, lips finding her neck. The smell of her was nearly as intoxicating as Stephanie had been. He amended his self-assessment to 'not yet completely uneffected.'

She did have a stellar ass. All that focus when she regenerated had been worth it.

"Only when you're looking at them," Her head tipped back to give him better access. She wasn't unaffected, but she didn't think it had anything to do with whatever madness was running rampant. He was just a nice attractive man and really, a woman would have to be made of stone (no pun intended) to not be effected.

"Lovely," he murmured, grazing his teeth just some on her neck. Enough for sensation, not to leave a mark, heavens' no. That could actually be physically dangerous and the very last thing he wanted to do was give a person a stroke because he'd appreciated them too well.

She chuckled huskily, shivering at the pleasurable sensation of his teeth grazing sensitive skin before urging his mouth back to hers.

"Not even a little bit lovely." But now was not the time to explain weeping angels.

"Hard to be dry at the moment," he murmured, happily returning to kissing her. It was also difficult to contain his curiosity about whatever these apparently sentient statues were. And anything else that might exist where she came from. Later. Now was the time for letting himself properly attend to the very human need to be close to someone else.

She didn't argue with that. Why argue when it was true. Or when she was enjoying the closeness as much as she was. Her hands slid along the length of his back and up to cup his cheek as she pulled back slightly.

"As enjoyable as this is, something tells me you'd never speak to me again for taking advantage."

A pity because she thought he seemed like an interesting man with a good head on his shoulders.

Henry laughed a little, fond and warm. She was lovely, wasn't she? Warm and wonderful. "I appreciate that," he said. She was possibly close to correct. Henry'd never been in a position where he'd felt he was being taken advantage of in an intimate way. Given the circumstances, he might well have simply let it slide. He'd instigated after all.

"Though at this point, I think my head's clear enough that it wouldn't qualify as my own inability to make a rational decision." How hadn't he properly met her before? That was the real shame here.

Warm and wonderful were not words anyone had ever used to describe River Song, but she would be charmed by them.

"And tomorrow if your rational decision is the same, I'm in room 169." She brushed her lips over his, because a kiss was just a kiss. As long as she was wearing regular lippy that is.

They could meet again, she'd make sure of it because he was warm and wonderful too.

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