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From: mickypaige@aol.com (Micky Paige)
Subject: {ASSM} Gabriel 1b/? (m/f teen MC)
Date: Fri,  1 Dec 2000 06:10:04 -0500
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Tayler watched as Dawna pulled out a thick manilla folder. There had to be at
least a hundred or more pages in it, judging by its size. "Remember, daughter
of mine, you must not tell Gabriel that you know anything about his past . . .
Or anything about SOMA, until I give you my consent,"
     
"But why not?" She asked as she took the folder from her mother.
     
"Myself  and SOMA  want to lead him into his role of life slowly. Knowing
everything may be too much for him," Dawna said with a serious expression. But
then again, Dawna's face was always serious when it came to business.
     
"All right, you don't have a thing to worry about from me. I promise," Tayler
said with a curt nod. She could not help but be a little excited, she had been
wondering what this boy would be like for a while, now she would know.
    
Both mother and daughter took a seat on the sectional. Tayler immediately
opened the folder upon sitting. The first page was a picture. A boy with
jet-black hair and intense, so intense spanish-brown eyes. I guess I was a
little foolish on assuming he was ugly. She thought wryly. 
     
Even though Tayler was an accomplished speed reader, known to read entire
novels in under fifteen minutes, she read over his file slowly. Almost tasting
it. Her heart almost sunk when she saw his past. All of the times he had been
in the emergency room, which lead her to a question that had been gnawing at
her.
     
"Mom, if he is so much like me, one of the Chosen, why would he let those
ignorant wretches do these things to him?" Feeling a little angry. But not at
Gabriel, at those that would do him harm. Even in her thoughts the name tasted
like honey. Gabriel. It was a name she had not known before now.
     
"His true power lays dormant, sweetheart. It is not his fault. I guess his
parents died before they could tell him anything of it," Dawna said calmly. She
could understand the anger in her daughter's voice. She too felt it.
     
"And you're saying that we can't tell him right away," She asked, looking at
the picture again, at those intense eyes. She knew in her heart, just by
looking at those eyes, Gabriel could handle the information. "I think he has
the right to know," she finished quietly.
    
"You are right, my child . . . And you must be the one to tell him. After you
have built a relationship with him. You know as well as I: There are few Chosen
Ones left in the world. You and he are part of the few. You must have an heir,"
She said the last quietly.
    
"But Mom, what if we hate each other? Or worse, what if he hates, me?" The
latter question was what scared her the most, after reading his past. It wasn't
physical harm she was worried about, though.
    
"Skip over a few pages and read what interests him Tayler," Dawna said with a
quiet smirk. She had painstakingly acquired the information on those pages. It
was not an easy task. But she was a Watcher and that was something she was good
at. Even the High Council of SOMA had said so.
     
Tayler obediently did as her mother asked. What she found surprised her. He
likes Martial Arts . . . Damn! It says that he is prone to practice for up to
six hours a day! She thought excitedly. 
     
She read on to find out other things. Like the fact that he read philosophy. He
also liked history. And what's this? He's fluent in four different languages
besides English?! She thought, then looked up at her mother with twinkling
eyes.
     
"We might as well be twins!" She said with a light laugh. Relief cursed through
her body.
     
"I thought you would appreciate that dear," Dawna said, relieved that her
only-daughter was beginning to show signs of excitement.
     
"How many other Chosen Ones was there, Mom?" Tayler asked, curiosity perking.
     
"You know that you are not privileged to that information until you're a member
of SOMA, Tayler," Dawna said with a stern look.
     
"Aw Mom, I promise I won't tell a soul," Tayler said with a pleading look. One
she rarely used.
     
Dawna's resolve broke when she saw the look. "Besides Gabriel, there were three
others," She said quietly. "All of them were teenagers,"
     
"Well Mom, I must say, you did an awesome job in choosing this one," Tayler
replied with an approving nod.
     
Dawna put on a sheepish grin at the compliment. "It really wasn't a tough
decision," She understated. She wanted her daughter to be happy.
     
Tayler took on a frown at that moment for some reason.
     
"What's the matter sweety?" Dawna asked.
     
"I know SOMA wants me to be the one that starts his basic training, and I don't
know where to begin. They are gonna expect him to be already a little good when
they want to take him to the Training Center," She said. I really hope I can
train him how he deserves to be trained . . . He's had such a rough life
already. She thought.
    
"Dear, it was not that long ago that you yourself went through the basics. Just
teach him the same way I taught you. You've been to the training center, you
know what they will expect," Dawna said simply.
    
"So, I should start with telekinesis and then work him up to mental commands?"
     
"Exactly. But you should not start the training until he gets settled in. He
should get to know you better before you start," Dawna said, again she was
relieved that her daughter took great interest in this. And all I had to do was
show a little file to her . . . I wonder how she will act when she actually
meets him? She thought a little smugly.
     
"I must admit, I was a little nervous about this . . . But I think its gonna
work out," Tayler said. In all truth, she could not wait to meet Gabriel. The
excitement she felt was odd. It was odd because she was dreading the prospect
of this whole thing not thirty minutes ago. Now . . . Now she couldn't hardly
wait. Odd.
     
"I'm glad, dear. Just remember, lead him into his abilities slowly," Dawna
reminded her once again.
    
Tayler handed back the manilla folder to her mother, since she had read
everything she needed to. "I will. But for now, I think I'm gonna go to the
workout room, I need to burn off some energy," She replied with a wicked grin.
Then added "Call me when he wakes up,"
    
"I'll do just that. You just go practice your Kondo," Her mother replied.
    
"Mom, for the last time, it's Tae Kwon Do!" She said with a light chuckle and
started for the workout room.
     
"Whatever. When you get hungry, I have a plate of food in the microwave for
you," Dawna said lightly.
     
"All right, I'll see ya in a bit," Tayler said and started off for the workout
room.
     
I don't see any reason I should tell her that when two teenagers get together,
when they are also Chosen Ones, sparks tend to fly in the romance department.
Nah, I'll let her figure that out on her own. Dawna thought wickedly and with a
laugh.
    
She then headed back to the kitchen to clean up.


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It was hours after Dawna and Tayler talked that Gabriel woke up. He woke up
with a sudden jolt, grabbing blindly at the scar under his shirt. His breathing
was ragged and a sweat had broke out all over his body. His eyes held not fear,
but strong, strong anger.
     
He sat up straight in bed, leaning against the headboard, trying to calm his
heart rate. It was just a stupid dream, so calm the fuck down. He thought
bitterly. He then made his thoughts drift back to the woman that brought him
here, and where here was. That calmed him down immensely for some reason. 
     
He then slid over to the edge of the bed, so that his feet were touching the
floor, and looked out the window. It was fully dark outside. That made him feel
guilty, he had told Dawna that he would be down in a few minutes, he had gone
back on his word. He looked at the clock. 1:30AM. Way to be polite Gabe. He
thought sarcastically. I hope she isn't mad . . .
     
Gabriel knew that going back to sleep was next to impossible. He was used to
running on three to fours hours a night. It surprised the hell out of him that
he had slept that long. He hadn't done that in years.
     
He looked down at his body and saw, and felt, that he was absolutely drenched
in sweat. I guess a shower is in order. He thought wryly, slipping out of bed.
     
His boxes of clothes were still in the middle of the floor. First he turned on
the light and then he started to dig through them. Gabriel found himself a
faded pair of Levi jeans and a black button up shirt that looked well worn, but
he knew it was comfortable. He also grabbed a pair of underclothes and stood
back up.
     
His eyes swept over the things in his room once more. They swept over the sheer
size of his room once more and he could hardly believe it. Gabriel wasn't the
type to get his hopes up, but in this case, he couldn't help but believe that
his luck may have finally changed.
     
Gabriel just shook his head a little, gave a small sigh and started to make his
way to the bathroom. When he walked into the bathroom, the first thing that
caught his attention was the large marble spa. He was tempted, very tempted to
use that instead of the shower. But decided against it.
     
He got fully undressed and out of the corner of his eye he caught his
reflection in the mirror above the bathroom sink. His spanish-brown eyes were
so intense . . . Gabriel knew that intenseness was what scared a lot of people
from approaching him. But that was fine by him.
     
But his body; He looked at his body closely. Every muscle was well defined,
countless hours of Kenpo and Tae Kwon Do drills had insured this. Not to
mention the regular exercises, like push ups, sit-ups and squats, etc. But the
look of curiosity on his face wasn't for how his body looked the way it did. It
was more for why he made it look the way it did.
     
He hardly ever talked to anyone, and he never talked about Martial Arts
training. So, bragging couldn't be the reason. He never showed off his
physique, and he hated attention. So, showing off wasn't the reason either.
Then it hit him. I wanted an edge. He thought. And the thought felt totally
right.
     
He turned on the hot water in the shower first, then he slowly turned the cold
water knob until the water was at the point where it would just make his skin a
little red but not burn him. For some reason, he always liked his showers this
way. Even before his parents died.
     
When he stepped into the shower and let the hot water hit him, he thought it
felt so good it had to be sinful. Then he remembered that he didn't even think
of getting soap. But there was a small trey in the corner of the shower that
held a fresh bar of it, as well as a new bottle of shampoo. Gabriel had to
smile at Dawna's attention to detail.
     
Gabriel must have stayed in that shower for half an hour washing away the sweat
and memory of the nightmare. When he stepped out, he felt like a new person,
sort of. He dried himself fully with a towel that was on a rack on the wall.
Then he dressed himself.
     
He gave himself a once over in the mirror. His hair was loose and unkempt and
he didn't bother to button his shirt. He looked into his own intense eyes and
wondered once again, why they always looked that way. Gabriel shrugged away the
question and left the bathroom.
     
As he walked out, he came to the conclusion that he was about to die of thirst,
then remembered the well-stocked refrigerator that had Mt. Dew in it. His bare
feet hardly made a sound as padded down the stairs. Gabriel didn't know it, but
he walked quietly by instinct. He really didn't try.
     
The house was completely dark. But his eyes adjusted well enough. When he made
it to the bottom of the stairs, Gabriel went straight to the kitchen. There was
no sound in the house, he assumed everyone was asleep.
     
He opened the refrigerator door, letting its light spill into a small part of
the kitchen. Gabriel spotted his target and grabbed it, shutting the door with
his other hand. He opened the Mt. Dew and took three huge gulps before he took
it away from his lips.
     
When he started back towards the stairs, he spotted something that he neglected
to see on the way down. A light that spilled into the den. He stood still for a
moment, taking a sip of his soda, then curiosity got the better of him. Gabriel
began to walk towards the light.
     
When he was halfway in the den, Gabriel could hear someone breathing, breathing
rather rapidly at that. He found where the light was coming from, it was coming
from a door that was on the right wall of the den.
     
Finally he made it to the doorway and what he saw made him lean against the
frame. It was a girl. A girl with short (save the bangs) sandy-blonde hair and
the most amazing sea-green eyes he had ever seen. Those eyes were intense,
powerful and, most of all . . . Beautiful.
     
What she was wearing also intrigued him. The top half of her body was covered
only by a black sports bra, so her lightly defined muscles were showing quite
well. The lower part of her body was covered by a Martial Arts gi. Which was
just as well, since she was doing drills.
     
So . . . That must be Tayler. My god, she is a vision. He thought with an
inward grin. She looked incredible. More beautiful than he thought she would
be. 
     
Gabriel watched her intently as she went through the drill. She would do a high
spin-kick, followed by two jabs with her right fist and then a left cross. Then
repeat the whole thing all over again. The speed of the kick impressed Gabriel
somewhat. He could hear it cut through the air.
     
Gabriel thought it very odd that he was so comfortable in this girl's presence.
He was hardly ever comfortable with any kind of stranger, no matter how
beautiful they were. It was very odd indeed. He watched as the girl had
apparently sensed his presence.
     
Tayler stopped the drill mid kick because she saw something out of the corner
of her eye. She turned her head slowly and set her eyes upon him. Gabriel. Her
mind whispered. She looked into the same intense spanish-brown eyes she had
seen in the photo. They were partly covered by jet-black bangs.
    
But looking at the real Gabriel instead of a photo was quite different. This
Gabriel was bare-foot and his shirt was not buttoned at all. Which meant she
could see the muscle in his chest and abs. The sheer intense presence this boy
radiated was enough to make her shiver.
     
Her mind seemed to be drawing a blank on what to say. All she could come up
with was: "What are you looking at?" Then she kicked herself mentally.
     
Gabriel's mouth opened before he could think. "I was just admiring your kicks,"
That didn't sound right at ALL! His mind screamed. "I mean, well . . . " He
just shut his mouth for fear of digging himself a deeper hole.
     
Tayler's sea-green eyes started to twinkle a little. She was relieved that the
boy was feeling a little like she was. "I think I know what you meant. So, you
must be Gabriel,"
     
Gabriel gave a nod.
      
"I'm Tayler. So, what did ya think?" She asked, taking a few steps towards him.
     
"About what?" Gabriel asked. He really wasn't thinking straight, he was lost in
an ocean of sea-green eyes.
     
Tayler gave a good-natured laugh. "About my kicks,"
     
Ok, Gabe, you can do this. Just don't sound like an idiot. He thought without
humor. "They were a little low," He said, trying to keep a straight face. They
weren't low.
     
"Low?? They were over my head. Unless you think I can grow a few more inches,
they aren't gonna get much higher," I think I'm being tweaked. She thought,
amused.
     
Gabriel put on a smile that made Tayler's knees a little weak. "Maybe you
should try jumping," He said, tweaking Tayler just a little more.
     
Tayler walked up to him until she was about five feet away. "You mean like
this?" She asked and then did a jump spin kick. Gabriel felt the wind from it.
When Tayler landed, she saw a look of approval on Gabriel's face.
    
"Well . . . Sorta like that. But I was thinking more of th lines this," Gabriel
said, and with smooth grace did a jumping spin kick of his own. One that went a
good two feet over Tayler's head. Aww, Gabe, have we resorted to showing off?
He thought when he landed. He saw the look on Tayler's face when he landed and
his thoughts added  Maybe a little.
     
Tayler wasn't only impressed, she was a little shocked. She had never in her
life see anyone do a spin kick that was that high. She kept her face neutral,
though . . . Even if she was excited. She didn't know her eyes betrayed her.
"Impressive," She said.
     
Gabriel shrugged his right shoulder. "Just something I picked up from around
the way," He said. There's no need to tell her it took years of training to be
able to do that, right? Right. He thought.
     
"Tell me, are there anymore tricks you picked up from 'around the way'?" She
asked in an amused voice. Ohhh, this is gonna be fun.
     
"There may be a few," Gabriel said in a relaxed voice, leaning against the door
frame again. "Why?"
     
"Well, I have a tournament next week. I could use a good sparring partner to
help me train," I hope he takes the bait. She thought, grinning inwardly.
     
"And you want me?"
     
In more ways than one. "Yeah, that's right,"
     
"I don't know about good, but I guess I could try," Gabriel stated modestly. I
wonder what she's thinking? He thought.
     
"Somehow . . . I get the feeling that you're better than good," She said,
taking a step closer.
     
Is she flirting with me? He thought. If she is, I know my luck DID change since
I got here. He thought wildly. He only gave her a shrug, though.
     
"So, what do you say? Are you game?" Please, please, PLEASE say yes! Her mind
screamed.
     
"I'm game. What style?" Tch, for shame Gabriel. You shouldn't show off. His
mind chided, but he took no heed.
    
I wonder if he's really as good as he thinks he is? Tayler thought. "You know
more than one?"
     
Another shrug.
     
"Do you practice Tae Kwon Do?" Gabriel gave her a nod of the head. "All right,
that one . . . Do you mind if we start now?" She looked at him hard in the
eyes. That was a mistake. It made her knees feel weak again. I've never felt
this way before. She thought.
     
"Sure, why not. Do you have any pads?" He asked, but he was pretty sure what
her answer would be.
     
"Nope. Pads are for wusses. C'mon, let's get started," 
     
Gabriel pushed himself off the door frame, a crooked grin adorning his face and
followed Tayler to the middle of the room. In the middle of the room was a
large mat. It was soft enough that it wouldn't hurt to get thrown down, much.
There were also two white lines on either side of the mat. Gabriel went to one
of them and Tayler went to the other. 
     
How should I play this? Gabriel thought. If I beat her too easily, she might
get mad. If I don't go hard enough on her, she might get mad. Better just stay
at her speed.
     
"You ready?" Tayler asked, getting into her stance. I hope I know what I'm
doing . . . Her thoughts trailed. Gabriel gave her a nod, then she flew off the
line, doing a mid air front kick.
     
Gabriel read her intention rather easily. He sidestepped the kick with smooth
quickness, raising his hands a little, in a defensive way, but they were kept
loose. He watched with knowing eyes as she feigned a round-house kick to his
knee, only to try a real kick at his head, without her foot ever touching the
ground.
     
"Nice," He said, after blocking the kick with his forearm.
     
"Yeah? Well, you're gonna love this!" She said.
     
Gabriel read her well. Tayler did a full force spin kick, aiming for the head.
Two things went though Gabriel's mind in that split second. I can sweep her and
watch her fall . . . Or, I can sweep her and fall with her. Gabriel chose the
latter.
     
When she was half way through the spin kick, Gabriel stepped in so that he was
behind her, placed his right leg behind the one she had grounded and placed his
right arm between her legs. Then he simply: Pushed and fell with her. They
landed so they were both eye to eye.
     
Spanish-brown eyes met flashing sea-green ones, and once again, Gabriel was
lost in the ocean. Their faces were just mere inches apart. "You're right, I
did love that one," He whispered.
     
Then something happened. It felt to Gabriel like a spark behind his eyes. Then
warmth covered his entire body, but only for a second. He could feel it leave,
he knew it was crazy, but he thought that it went into Tayler.
     
Tayler was turned on before . . . But when she looked into Gabriel's eyes, she
felt something happen. Her entire body was flooded with a warmth that was
absolutely delicious to her. She could feel her pussy lips swell and her juices
run. Her lower lip quivered with desire.
     
Gabriel didn't care what happened at that moment, he just went on instinct. He
closed the gap between them and kissed her with passion. His hand roamed over
her midriff, caressing gently.
     
Tayler thought she was about to explode. Gabriel's touch felt like fire to her.
She arched her back against his touch, she wanted to feel something stronger
than a caress. She felt his hands move lower, untying the string that held her
gi up. 
     
Gabriel broke away from her lips and gently started to kiss his way down
Tayler's neck. She squirmed beneath his touch, mewling in pleasure. When he
made it to her breasts, he was about to take off the sports bra, but that
privilege was denied when Tayler did so in one violent motion. Now her breasts
were laid free for Gabriel's gaze.
    
"Ahhhhhh," Tayler moaned out when she felt one of her diamond-hard nipples be
sucked on by Gabriel's sweet lips.
     
She moaned even louder when he moved to the other breast, arching her back,
wanting more contact. But Gabriel left her nipples and started his way down her
smooth belly, planting butterfly kisses that made her muscles contract. 
     
When he made it to the bottom of her belly, so close to the burning pussy that
needed contact, Tayler thought that she was surely going to die of a pleasure
overload. She lifted her hips and felt Gabriel pull her Martial Arts gi down,
she knew even greater pleasure was yet to come.
     
Gabriel pulled the gi, and panties, down slowly. He kissed his way down for
every inch he pulled. But he avoided the hot, wet pussy that was mere inches
from his face. He wanted Tayler to feel pleasure that lasted. He kissed the
upper inside of her thigh, so close, yet so far away.
    
Tayler's hips were moving now, she needed him to make contact, yet he wasn't.
When she felt Gabriel kiss all the way down her smooth toned legs, removing the
gi completely, and then start kissing again on the inside of her thighs she
knew that she would cum soon. Or die trying. 
     
"P-P-Pleeeeeeaaaase," She moaned out. Never before had she had to ask, but
never before had she felt like this.
     
"What do you want?" Gabriel whispered near her swollen pussy lips, making
Tayler feel his hot breath.
     
"Goddammit Gabriel, please make me cum!" She almost shouted. The need was
becoming too great.
     
"As you wish," He whispered and darted his inside the swollen pussy lips,
pushing it in and out. Tayler wrapped her strong legs around his head and
grabbed a handful of jet black hair in her fist.
    
All at once she felt Gabriel's lips started to suck heavily on her swollen
clit. Her hips jerked. "Ohhhhhhh FUCK. I'm CUMMMMING," She screamed loudly and
her whole body started to jerk and convulse.
    
Gabriel could hardly keep his mouth planted on the sweet tasting pussy, her
hips were jerking so hard. But slowly, after almost a full minute, the orgasm
started to subside. Gabriel kept his mouth where it was until she calmed
somewhat. Then he kissed his way back up her body until they were eye to eye
again.
     
Once again he was lost in an ocean of sea-green eyes, only this time they were
wanton and lustful. They even looked a little wild and untamed. But all the
same, Gabriel looked lovingly into them.  "Your turn," Tayler said hoarsely.
     
Then with quick, but smooth, motions she moved her hands to the fasten of
Gabriel's jeans. She undid the jeans with negligent ease, pulling them, and his
underclothes down with a jerk. The wild look never left her eyes as she
straddled him.
     
She took his cock in her hand gently, never breaking eye contact. She could
feel it almost pulse in her hand. It was bigger than she had expected. But
Tayler still took wild delight in the feel of it. It was hot.
     
She rubbed his hardness against the still wet and swollen lips of her pussy.
She teased Gabriel with the wet slit. She could tell that he was close just by
the teasing. She could tell by the look in his spanish-brown eyes. But he
wasn't the only one, she was working her self up big time: Again.
     
"Ya ready," She asked in a hoarse voice. 
    
All Gabriel could do was give a nod. It took every ounce of will power he had
not to move. He watched, transfixed, as Tayler stopped rubbing and placed the
head of his hard cock at her opening. Then she slammed all her weight upon it.
     
"Ohhhhhhh," She moaned out, feeling the hardness fill her completely. She could
not move right away, the feeling of fulfillment was too great.
     
Gabriel thought he had died and gone to heaven when he felt her warm wetness.
The exquisite pleasure multiplied ten-fold when Tayler began to moved her hips
in a slow rocking motion. He could see the light sheen of sweat that covered
her voluptuous chest and this turned him on all the more.
     
"Mmmmm yeah," She moaned and the slow rocking motion turned faster. Her
breathing was becoming erratic again and her pussy felt like it was on fire.
     
Gabriel could feel her cunt squeeze and milk his cock. He knew he wouldn't last
much longer. Then all at once Tayler started bucking real hard and moaning
loud. Gabriel was silent though, his jaw muscles clenching and unclenching.
     
"Cummmming," Tayler hissed out. Her body began to quake.
     
The sudden spasm and clinching sensation around his cock was too much to bear,
not to mention the fact that Tayler's nails were digging into his chest. He
felt the tightening of his balls and the explosion of his orgasm made bright
spots appear before his eyes.
     
Tayler just fell to Gabriel's chest exhausted and breathing hard. And I was
actually worried about the situation. She thought as she looked into the eyes
of Gabriel, the eyes of her future.
     
Gabriel put his arms around Tayler gently and had one thought: My luck has most
certainly turned for the better. 


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Continued in chapter two . . . Maybe, depends on what you guys think.  

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