Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

How long had it been, truly, since he had shared any intimacy with anyone he truly cared for? Azrael could remember a hundred strange beds and unknown women amongst a handful of those 'beneficial' friends he had kept throughout the years and amongst his own kind and yet to go so far as to claim he had any true feelings for them was futile. They had been a veritable means to an end, something to satisfy those more basal wants while affording him little to no true connection with any of them the moment he rose from those sheets. This however, was strikingly different. It was almost alarming, really, to feel that stir of emotion within him when he had all but forgotten existed. Those feelings tugged at him almost relentlessly, refusing to be ignored any longer despite all the time and effort he had so placed into attempting to reject the woman else keep her at arm's length. The Hunter so finally having given in to those ever persistent desires that seemed to command him all the more powerfully tonight and yet- it was hardly just that simple want for her body that drove him to draw her readily into his arms. Azrael finding he wanted to lavish that affection upon her. He wanted to please her on some level and so finally show something of those emotions he was entirely to hopeless to voice aloud.

It was entirely rare that even a day went by in which he did not think of that enchanting raven-haired woman. Serafina occupying his thoughts even when he made a distinct effort to think of anything but her. That initial attraction he had denied for so long had steadily, slowly, crept into something truly more significant even if he still often wholly failed to express it as he knew he should. Whatever inhibitions had prevented the man's actions before however had seemed to disappear entirely within the embrace of that water as the witch was drawn easily into his arms and against him. Her figures was as entirely exquisite as he had anticipated it would be, her skin almost silken beneath his touch and within that water. Azrael entirely determined to let his lips taste nearly every part of her until he could feel her heart quicken in her chest and that unsteadiness to her breath. He relished each and every sound he might draw from her in those moments. If eighty years of life had afforded him anything it was surely some measure of skill in this in the least. Azrael hardly an unpractised lover nor a selfish one in any regards. The Hunter willing to lavish that touch upon her, so finding those places she seemed to delight in the most before affording them only more off his attention before at last picking her up entirely and so encouraging her to wrap her legs about his waist.

Holding her light figure was hardly an effort in any sense, at least, not for his own species, his hips rolling forward to take her so entirely as his own in those moments that followed. The man hardly capable of preventing those sounds of satisfaction that fell from his own lips or stirred within his own throat. He relished that sound of his own name on her lips, hardly minding the way her fingers dug into his skin and so beginning to undo his efforts to be gentle with her delicate figure. Azrael wholly aware of his own strength in this as he finally found that pleasurable high he craved. His breath was left ragged and unsteady, his toned frame hot and spent and yet he kept that woman within his arms still as he sank into that cool water- obliviously entirely to her thoughts and fears that he might somehow abandon her now that he had taken just that from her. Azrael content to leave her resting upon his chest as he lay within those shallows, Serafina pressing closer in search of that body heat as a smile tugged at his lip. Only that realization of those missing undergarments seeming to stir him suddenly, the softest of chuckles humming within his chest, her inquiry seeing the man offer something of an apology for having tossed that bra somewhere within the lack before losing track of it completely.

She sat up abruptly then. Azrael wholly aware he should have been more concerned about her missing bra and yet truthfully the man was almost inclined to simply enjoy that view still afforded to him even if his gaze so politely shifted elsewhere any time she turned. The little witch seeming truly displeased at having lost it. The notion that she had bought them just for tonight saw one eye lift slightly. As if the girl had almost anticipated just this happening and yet he hardly queried it as she so commanded he 'find it'. Azrael failing to note that such a command had not been issued to him. The man rolling his eyes almost teasingly, assured the girl must be teasing. Find it? In this lake!

"I will be here all night if I try to find it. I'll take you to buy a new one if you want though-"

Whatever else he had been about to say was cut off abruptly at the sudden appearance of that bra a moment later, both golden eyes widening at the realization she had been commanding the water to return her possession rather then the Hunter himself. Her delight at having found it quickly turning to apprehension as she seemed to realise her own error, Azrael staring almost warily at that bra now, unable to decide whether the water or the bra was the true culprit here- her worried gaze falling back upon him. Azrael simply....making an effort, for the first time, to brush it aside.

"It's.....fine. I'll get used to it, eventually, I think."

Maybe. The man making an effort in that moment, truly, to have it bother him less then it might have done before. His words perhaps hinting at some desire too, to continue to linger in her life beyond that single evening as he moved at last to stand, holding his hand out for her again to help her from that water. The night air far cooler now against his wet frame, the man bending effortlessly to reach for his clothes still piled upon the sand. His jeans were shrugged loosely on and over his hips. Some measure of propriety still existing within him even after that intimate moment. His shirt handed to Serafina to use as she saw fit as a towel or, well, a dress really given that difference in size before he gestured towards that cabin and that outdoor fire pit and chairs he had every intention of settling around to chase that cold away. It took barely a flick of his wrist to summon the hottest part of his own light affinity to dance upon those dried logs and flare them to life, that fire roaring within a matter of moments and spreading that heat. The hunter strode away from that fire for barely a moment, returning with nothing short of a whole rabbit within his hand, the man so having expertly prepared it for cooking earlier before laying it across that spit.

"I might not be able to use the kitchen, but this I can do. You do eat rabbit don't you?"

It was something of his attempt perhaps, to make up for having been less then useful at making her a meal within his own home before. Azrael moving then to collapse onto that outdoor couch with its soft cushions. This, by far, the most relaxed the Hunter had ever been. Azrael almost daring to smile, almost, his features returning to something pensive, his golden hair still wet from that swim as his hand ran through it. A somewhat nervous habit it seemed.

"Sera?"

He inquired, assuring he had the woman's attention before continuing. God, why was this so hard? Was it supposed to be this hard to just say something? Maybe he was about to fuck the whole evening up entirely and yet for some godforsaken reason he was determined to try all the same. Azrael hardly desiring that this might be just another one night stand in the plethora of those that had marked his existence until now. The Hunter so struggling to find the right was of asking the woman how she might have felt about dating him. Properly. Hell, she might not even want to and who would blame her?

"What would you think about my taking you out....regularly?"