Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

It was cheating, he supposed, to let his lips find her neck in the way they did as she struggled to aim that gun a second time. Azrael content to let those soft kisses trail against her skin and up toward her ear in a ready exploration of that sensitive flesh. How easy it was to stir that unevenness to her breathing. Azrael content to smile against her neck then. The Hunter in a decidedly good mood today, it seemed. The man readily content to tug at those wants he knew all-too easily how to coax to the surface if only to assure she missed that second shot. Her movements rushed then. That shot fired wide as that ready chuckle hummed within his throat. Azrael content to insist she was hardly supposed to allow such distractions to, well, distract her to the extent they did. Serafina's insistence that however she was attempting to shoot was unlikely to be kissing her neck readily prompting that return argument that an attack by an incubus might result in just that thing. That argument, it seemed, terribly far from over as Sera spun to face him once more with that very indignation he's come to find....sexy. That scoff on her lips prompting the single lift of a golden eye as he regarded her with a clear curiosity for whatever argument she thought she might have here. The raven-haired witch highlighted those practicalities when it came to the difficulties in shooting someone at her neck- let alone the likelihood of her going deaf from that very shot.

"I know you were damn well listening when I was explaining about guns and hearing damage! You nearly had me convinced you weren't."

That he had caught her 'learning' was clearly a decidedly pleasing moment. That faint simper tugging at his lips once more in display of that rarely affable nature he seemed to find himself in possession off today. Serafina seeming to realise in near the same moment that he had, by debatable methods, won that very bet. The woman insisting he had cheated as his own shoulders merely rose in a shrug of sorts that suggested there was entirely little she could do about it all the same.That victory, he was sure, entirely his own. Even if he had little intention of actually forcing his girlfriend to buy dinner tonight. His hand reached easily out to take that Nerf gun from her then, only to return to that bag of training equipment and toss her a foam sword. Azrael once more certain he hardly trusted her with a real one until she had proven at least skillful enough to aim that training sword. The Hunter shifted easily then to clear at least some space for that activity- even despite the look of disdain that seemed to find Sera's features over the very idea of it. His little witch hardly appearing enthused about undertaking a activity that would likely save her life. Typical. If he had told her they were going to use the swords to fight off other shoppers at a half-price shoe sale he was entirely assured she would have found the motivation. Women.

Still, he supposed, this was as good a time as any to bring up that idea that had been lingering within his mind those past few weeks. The Council was near constantly irritating him about taking that holiday if only because he'd acquired so much damn leave they were near forcing him to take it. The idea that he should take Sera with him one that had lingered. That's what couples did, wasn't it? Holidays? Hell, maybe they could go somewhere over christmas and miss the damn chaos of the city that time of year seemed to bring on. People eternally seeming to be hysterical over buying gifts and last minute food and god knew what else. Fucking lunatics all of them. Let alone the amount of people who seemed to forget how to actually drive. Azrael's single and only gift that year having been for Sera alone.His christmas shopping having consisted of that single and only trip to the mall. That single trip more than enough to satisfy his need for holiday cheer.

That near dubious note to the young woman's voice was hardly missed. Serafina appearing as skeptical about that holiday as Azrael was baffled by the idea and yet, between the two of them, he supposed he held some faith in them actually achieving it. The very mention of shopping readily seeming to win Serafina on side as that look of consideration found her. Azrael querying then just where she hadn't been before offering those options. It had hardly occurred to him, in any real sense, that Serafina hadn't been anywhere. Neither of them terribly inclined to talk about their younger years in any sense. Azrael's own human life was....a distant past. One he was hardly opposed to discussing and yet by equal measure one he found himself missing....sometimes. Serafina, in turn, rarely seemed to mention any off her own childhood. Azrael, by his own private nature, hardly inclined to push and yet that near look of awe that seemed to find her features at several off those places he mentioned prompted that frown from him all the same. Had she never been out of the country? The young woman seeming to seize upon Dubai as his head nodded.

"Dubai it is then. It's fucking hot but most everything is inside all the same and that's air-conditioned. When's the soonest you want to go?"

Could she just....close that store? Did she need to organise someone to look after it? Those considerations turned within his mind then as Azrael shifted his own position readily, offering those instructions as Serafina attempted....what he supposed was some sort of stance. That query on her passport prompting that frown again. She really hadn't ever been outside of the country then. Still, the idea that she'd never even applied for a passport seemed...unusual.

"I'll take care of it for you, I just need your birth certificate and a few other things. Just leave them out for me tonight. I'll sort it this week. You have those somewhere at home don't you? Please tell me your not one of these people who loses all that shit."

That sudden swing of the woman's foam sword readily saw him step backward- Azrael dodging that first blow before attempting to parry the next. Two of those strikes very near slipping past him. Serafina, in the least, was putting some effort into that training. Azrael content to take his own turn to attack then- the man careful to keep his own affinity for speed suppressed as he knocked her own sword aside to aim that light strike at her middle. Was she truly trying? That very threat falling from his lips then in regards to that witches outfit. Sera querying on whether or not it was supposed to be a punishment. Azrael snorting softly in amusement then.

"No. Consider it my reward for putting up with your lack of appreciation for my training efforts for the entire afternoon."

One eye rose ever so slightly as if daring the woman to argue, that sword suddenly swung again to cuff the young witch across her head. Maybe....at the risk of saving her hair, she might be inclined swing harder. Azrael abruptly side-stepped again only to tap her atop the head a second time....and a third....the hunter aiming to step out of reach each time. That teasing simper tugging at his lips all the same.

"Sera, if I was a kidnapper or a predator or christ knows what else in this town- I'm pretty sure I'd have won by now and all i'd need to do to distract you is talk about shopping."

There was little harshness in those words in any sense, that amusement lingering all the same as Azrael stepped suddenly forward, her sword smacking against his chest as he rather effortlessly wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting her easily from the ground in the same moment.

"See? Your abducted- because you forgot to dodge. Your now a crime statistic. I hope your happy."