Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

It was a rare thing indeed to so incite anything truly playful from the often irritable Hunter and yet here, so far removed from the city and the prying eyes of others, Azrael found himself far more inclined to simply...exist in some fashion. His affection for the witch more readily embraced when there was no one to report him to the Council he worked for and the oppressive weight of supernatural after supernatural pressing upon his awareness and so forcing those more violent tendencies to the surface until they began to outweigh whatever thoughts or emotions had existed before. He was far more focused here, far more inclined to simply allowing himself to relax and indeed with that, it seemed, came far more of the truth of his personality outside that irritable, bitter individual that spent much of his day snarling in some sense or another at any being that crossed his path. It was a matter of terrible ease that saw the man so reach to his own affinity, wrapping it about her slender, feminine form before abruptly beginning to lift her upward. Azrael content to list each and every offense against him she had surely allowed to occur as he did, his voice holding that note of tease all the same as he regarded her. The careful positioning of her chest in that moment hardly missed and yet the idea it was purposeful hardly occurred to the man, the bright gold of his gaze quite incapable of not drifting towards the soft swells of her chest if even only momentarily. Azrael distinctly male in this sense- his gaze hardly failing to appreciate that sight or his name upon her lips in some distinctly feminine fashion before his affinity carried her only further upward with a playful girlish shriek.

How intriguing that sound and how long it had been since he'd heard it. Too long- he was sure, the beginnings of a simper teasing at his features as he allowed his own form to float once more in a manner almost laconic beneath her. Azrael allowing just that bare thread of worry to afflict the woman above him before his mention of the coat rack seemed to inspire that fire within her once more, a soft chuckle humming within the depths of his throat though he affords her no answer to her words. The Hunter hardly assured of why he took her so seriously either, some part of him still fearing the nature of witches as he did other supernaturals and yet too- another part of himself so finally having accepted that Serafina was unlikely to turn upon him any time soon. Unless she truly found his jest here and now decidedly unamusing and yet still he hardly suspected any true retaliation from her, the man content to allow her to float a little longer above him before abruptly stealing that power away and letting her free fall several feet. His revenge for those olives she had robbed him off that night so long ago when she had pilfered his pizza in a manner he had not forgotten. Just as he had not forgotten her precious pet owed him a new pair of shoes- though for now he hardly wishes to allow thoughts of a dog to linger. His affinity flares to life once more, catching her in those last few precarious moments to allow her to lower slowly into the cool embrace of that water, even despite his tease to drop her, his arms wrapping themselves more readily then they surely ever have before around her. That single word of argument stolen from her as his lips find her own, revelling in that taste. Azrael pulling back ever so slightly but a moment later.

"I have to do this more often."

It is little more than a murmur and yet so removed from anything and everything his focus is decidedly singular, a truly distinct and potent want so ensnaring him in those moments as his lips return to her own if only to afford him another taste. His hands move so instinctively through that cool water, sliding upward from her hips, to her waist, her porcelain skin almost divinely silky beneath his fingers and with that wetness so added to it- Azrael hesitating if only momentarily, the very idea of what he desired so entirely seeming to press itself to the forefront of his mind and yet, finally, he pays it decidedly little attention. Casting aside those idle thoughts of wrong or right to fixate on what he wanted and what he had, in turn, so denied himself for far too long- the Hunter allowing his hands to continue upward now, sliding along her sides before his fingers so brushed against the barrier of her bra. If there was, perhaps, any perk to his decidedly long existence it was surely an unequivocal amount of time to so perfect this. One finger so easily finds that clip at the back of the undergarment, a simply flick releasing the clasp as the faintest of smiles so traces his lips at his own proficiency in this in the least- that bra removed but a moment later. The gold of his gaze so unashamedly cast downward now to perhaps better appreciate what she had so daringly attempted to show him before.

"You- are stunning."

The words were entirely true, his voice for the first time so holding those thicker, huskier notes that came so unbidden within his current state, his lips pressing this time against her neck as he drew her closer, teeth and tongue so teasing a pattern down her skin now and yet there is a deliberate slowness to his actions all the same- affording the woman every chance to stop him if she should desire too and before they reached that inevitable point of no return the Hunter was entirely content to press them towards.