Despite the unease that laced her form that the height she found herself within, Serafina remained every bit the persona of fire that she was. Fear was an emotion that did not often grip her heart - a fact likely caused by her less than lovely childhood. There was no room for fear when hunger gnawed at the stomach and her greatest concern was whatever warm or dry place she might lay her head at night. And so, even in this, feet above the surface of the water with her companion so teasing her, fear had all but quickly left her. Perhaps it contributed to the way in which she found Azrael's abrasive nature tolerable - unlike so many of her kind, she did not fear him. Rather she - well, she certainly liked him, and enjoyed badgering him as much as he clearly did her. Nevertheless, her arms crossed under her chest in a rather clear pout as that chuckle left his lips, the girl all too aware of that altogether rare sound. Still, she could hardly be upset at him terribly long, not when it was so rare to see the man she found herself caring so greatly for actually enjoying himself.

Even she, however, hardly expected for the way in which her faux ground was so stolen completely from her. A shriek of surprise immediately left her lips as gravity took a hold of her, sending her plummeting back to the watery depths and the man beneath her. That jolt as his affinity once again took control of her body left Serafina with a breath of relief, the girl hardly anticipating how much she disliked the simple fall when it was not completely within her control. Still, her stormy gaze turned back to him, offering the man a slight glare, even if it lacked the usual venom she might have provided others if they had attempted such shenanigans. Azrael, it would seem, was a bit of a soft spot for the usually cold witch. That gaze, however, slowly softened as the young woman was lowered with far greater care into the warm embrace of not only the water but the hunter himself. That kiss was all too sweetly cherished, as stolen as it so felt and yet, as he pulled away from her, his words prompted little more than a warm smile from her lips. "Maybe without the whole....in the air stuff." She muttered back softly before Serafina herself leaned forward yet again in response to his own body.

She could feel his fingers upon her body and yet, with his lips pressed against her's, Serafina found she scarcely cared for the way his touch kept creeping ever so intently upwards. She was aware of the way in which her undergarment so suddenly seemed to hang loosely around her figure and slowly, in that moment she found herself pulling away with a rare glimpse of shyness. Serafina knew well the weight of his gaze was held entirely upon that womanly figure and yet, without the barrier, the witch had to admit that she was, perhaps, out of her depths. He was hardly the first man to see her in such a state. When she was younger she'd whored herself out frequently enough to men with particularly peculiar kinks. Her own mentor had bedded her on more than one occasion and yet, such couplings were hardly things done out of a passion or emotion or want. They were things done out of need - need for money that lined their pockets, need for a place to sleep at night, a need to placate him enough to let her stay. She hadn't cared then what they had thought of her, she was there to serve their means and they had taken everything they'd wanted from her slender figure - but Azrael? He was something else entirely.

"Arn't you supposed to be a saint or something?" She inquired, her voice soft in those sweet moment's as his mouth moved against her delicate skin. Her head shifted ever so slightly, subconsciously providing the man with access to the rest of her throat as those sweet kisses gave way to the genteel nip of teeth. Were they really going to do this, was she going to let him? And if they did, what would it mean for when they returned to the bubbling metropolis. Her fingers reached up to press against his bare chest and yet, despite the concerns that crossed her mind, Serafina didn't exactly stop him either. She was going to regret this, she was sure, especially if getting this from her was the catalyst that caused him to leave her. Still, maybe this singular untainted moment would just have to be enough...

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