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[nefilim]

[Visiting churches tends to rank very, very low on the list of things Ana enjoys doing - but there had been a potential lead about her old man here, and her grudge overrides the disgust she has towards entering the holy building. And there's always something funny about a fallen angel just waltzing into a church like this.

Though the only thing that greets her when she does step inside is the sound of her heels clicking against the polished floor; irritation flickering at how it seems that, once again, the lead was completely wrong. There is no holy man or angel in sight, and she heaves a sigh as her eyes drift over to the podium - trailing up to the statue of the oh-so great lord and saviour hanging overtop. Maybe she should trash the place a bit, at least get something out of this.

But... On second thought, she isn't alone, is she? The presence here is an odd one, something familiar yet not, and it's why she doesn't go for her usual tactic of "fight first, questions later."]

And here I thought I had the place to myself.

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[nefilim]

You have a funny idea of what surrender is.

[ Is what she sneers back, tongue absently trailing along her lips to lick up the blood as well - only to hiss as his fingers squeeze around her feathers, wings twitching in response. She does wonder for a moment if he will tear at them; of course she would be furious, but as always there's that undercurrent of curiosity. Even she's not entirely sure how bloody she wants this to be, content to follow her everchanging whims as always... Though there's an appeal to seeing blood spilled on hallowed ground.

She really is being too lenient, isn't she? With anyone else she would be outraged at them even thinking of ruining her wings, would crush their hands before they could touch her, but maybe she's just that glad to meet someone like her? Maybe it's something other than that? Well, it's not like she has the mindset to dwell on it at the moment. ]

Then you would owe me for getting blood on my wings, on top of the ripped clothes. [ No, she will absolutely not let that go. And she punctuates her words with a quick, sharp grind of her heel against his crotch - brief and fleeting, before she turns her attention to finally taking those damn pants off. And it's fine if they get torn a little... or a lot, right? Right. ]

Or did you want me to beg and plead for you not to do it?

[ahellgao]

[ He groans at the rough handling, smiling viciously through his teeth. With a dark chuckle, his hand finally leaves her wings, only to snatch up her chin and force her to look up at him, though he doesn’t really stop her from undressing him the rest of the way. ]

Why can’t I have it both ways, darling? I’m already baring myself to you, body and soul, aren’t I?

[ He punctuates that by kicking his pants—or the remnants of them—off the rest of the way, all the while keeping his gaze on hers.

And he still doesn’t regret ripping her clothes off at all.

But he does step back a little, to let her take him in in his nakedness, bared to both her gaze and that of the creator from which he’d been sprung. ]

Or were you thinking of sinking lower than that?

[nefilim]

[ It's a relief when he finally lets go of her wings, at least her pride will remain in tact for now, but she still finds herself far more frustrated when she would like to admit. And her pride once again stops her from giving into that frustration as well.

At least she's given some sort of distraction as he forces her eyes onto him, and there her eyes stay - not even wavering as she quirks a brow. ]

Oh, so you really want to see me cry that badly, babe? Maybe I could put on a good performance for you.

[ Not that she thinks she could, she's not exactly the performing type, but she supposes it's the thought that counts. Or something like that.

And her eyes stay on him even as he steps back - she can certainly appreciate the view, after all - and she shifts herself up onto her elbows. There's no shame in how she's completely bared in front of him like this, and there's a low, amused hum at his words. ]

Depends on what you mean by "sinking lower". [ And she punctuates her words by daintily trailing a foot up his leg and inching higher... Before pulling away, primly crossing one leg over the other as she leans back. ]

Buuuuut I certainly don't mind baring a little more.

[ahellgao]

[ Much as he’d love to see her cry, he hasn’t really been trying to break her that hard, not when they’re still feeling each other out, and not when she’s clearly trying to make a statement against the Almighty.

Though what exactly that statement entails anymore is beyond him.

He does, however, let out an appreciative little groan as she slides a foot over his leg, loving the boldness of the action—the teasing distance it puts between them. And while he could follow up that statement by pulling the seniority card, he suspects she’d laugh at him anyway.

Not that he’d mind, but…he’d like a little more payoff than that.

So instead, he says: ]

With or without my help?

[ Considering what happened with her clothes earlier, she should be glad he’s giving her a choice this time.

Albeit one that he might quickly renege as he leans over her, placing a hand upon her knee and stroking it. ]

Don’t keep me waiting too long, sweetheart.