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[Meanwhile, Ana finds it almost funny - after all this time, she finally meets a fallen like her in a church of all things. Not only that, but one who has been around for a while too. This really wasn't a waste of time after all.

And she's not so naive that she doesn't pick up in what he's insinuating; the way he says her name sending a faint shiver up her spine. It fills her with a nervous sort of energy; restless but curious. If it was anyone else she wouldn't consider it, but it's much different now... So she seems to think about that for a moment, humming under her breath.]

A demonstration, huh? [And with that, she breeches his personal space first - taking another step, regarding him with a playful lilt to her voice and a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.]

I do always prefer a more hands-on approach. And my previous date stood me up, so you've got me all night.

[ Well, well, well. Color him impressed. She’s feistier than he’s realized, but that’s not a deal-breaker at all. Grinning, he leans in so that they’re almost nose-to-nose, his wings unfurling further in his excitement— ]

“All night”? Even a week won't be enough after I’m through with you.

[ Is he exaggerating? Making a promise? …Threatening her, even? Who really knows?

But he does reach up to snatch her by the chin, the gesture deft but quite firm, as though he’s worried that she might fade away from him. But really, it’s his first touch of her—only a very small part of her, besides—but the thrill of meeting another fallen like this thrills him to the core. ]

How can you fall into the abyss?

[With how close they are now, Ana can only catch the faintest glimpse of his wings as they unfurl; of course she's curious about them, the differences between him and her, but there may be opportunities to look at them later.

And his... Threat? Promise? Whatever it is, it gets a low and amused hum. It should be a cause for concern - just what exactly is she getting herself into - but once more she's intrigued. And she's never been a fan of playing safe anyway.]

I'll be holding you to that, then.

[There's a slight hitch of her breath when he grasps her chin, that smallest touch already setting her nerves alight. But she takes a moment to consider that question.]

How? I thought I already took a step in after messing with some angels but... [While the grip on her chin keeps her in place, her hands are still free to move. So they reach up to curl her fingers into the lapels of his shirt, brushing against skin for a brief second as she makes her intent to close the gap very clear.]

I think that's something I'll need your help with.

[ Oh, she catches on quick. He likes that. He likes that a lot, even— ]

Then it’s high time you messed with something else, don’t you think?

[ Her fingers burn against the bare skin of his quite generous cleavage, as though some remnant of holiness is attempting to purify him out of existence then and there. But that’ll never happen now, least of all with her. And besides…she has so much more to learn…

Honestly, she really shouldn’t be as accepting of her as she is, not when she’s still young and has a bit of that…humanity left in her. But it’s charming, and he—well, he’s wasted enough time, and doesn’t even bother to warn her when he finally closes the distance between them with a bold kiss. ]

[Logically, she knows this is a terrible idea. This has the potential to be dangerous, incredibly so, but she also just... doesn't care. It's not as if she has any desire to go back to what she used to be, so why not let herself fall further? Especially since he made it sound so tempting, after all this time where she thought there was nobody else like her...

And while she's caught off-guard by the kiss, breath hitching as his lips press against hers, she doesn't hesitate to return it. Her lips part to take more of him in, the fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt - now sliding under it to press her palms to bare skin. There's no shyness in her actions, only an ever-growing curiosity about this... well, she can't exactly call him a stranger now, can she?]

[ Excellent. Even he’s impressed at how quickly she’s throwing herself into this, as if she’s ready to abandon that human side of her as well.

Perhaps, with time…

For now, he’s content with simply running his hands boldly down her flanks, her sumptuously long hair tickling at his fingers as he reaches for her hips—ostensibly to twiddle her feathers—but really, if she won’t resist he’ll grab her by the thighs and haul her up and against him so he can lay her down on the nearest pew.

Preferably one with the moonlight gleaming on it. ]

[There's no resistance when he hauls her up against him, though there is a brief sound of surprise that escapes her; legs tightening around his waist to keep herself steady. Even though doing that may have pressed her closer to him and ridden up her already short skirt, but it's not like she has anything to be ashamed of now anyway - especially at this point.

Once he lays her against the pew, she leans back with a breathy chuckle as her legs stay loosely draped against his hips. Now that they're in the light, the faint flush on her cheeks is more obvious now; heat already rushing through her.]

Oh, we're doing this in the light then? What if I'm shy?

[Her words are a playful, teasing drawl, more amused than anything.]

[ He chuckles darkly at the tease—but really, that’s just his regular chuckle, because it’s hard to break the habit of being menacing if you’ve been at it for millennia.

Even if all he wants to do in that moment is to reassure— ]

Then I’ll be shameless for the both of us.

[ Because he’s certainly not hiding the fact that his gaze is raking over her body in that moment as she lies partway upon the pew. And in his own way he’s new to this as well, having never touched another fallen like this before. In fact, the very act alone is sacrilegious enough to him—after all, when creation becomes the purview of the gods and the basis of mortal faith, then what greater defiance is it to commit a brazen act of creation upon holy ground?

Or something like that, anyway.

Nevertheless, he leans over the pew, one hand stroking up the inside of her thigh with insidious purpose. ]

After all, there’s more than one temple I’m desecrating tonight.

[A shiver works its way through her as his hand slides up her thigh; the shaky exhale leaving her in another gentle chuckle.]

A temple? That's a new one.

[Especially compared to the variety of lovely names she had been called by her former angelic brethren. All she wholly embraced, eager to show them she is as profane as they say - glad to squander the gift blessed to her by the almighty.

Of course, part of her is nervous about this despite all her bravado. This is treading a line she won't be able to go back from, goes beyond the wanton violence she immersed herself in before. But the thrill of meeting a fallen like her, to see how much further he can drag her down overshadows all that - and it's not as if she can turn back now, even if she wanted to.

Considering his shirt has like, just one button (she briefly wonders why even button it up, but she supposes cleavage is always important-), it's easy enough to loosen that; trailing her hand against the expanse of skin and only stopping when her palm brushes against his belt.]

I'm expecting you to be thorough in your desecration, then.

[ He chuckles as she disrobes him—however easily she’s done it—and he shrugs off the rest of that shirt and his boa besides. ]

Seems you’ve already done all the work for me, Ana.

[ There really is such a thrill to saying her name out loud like this—as though he’s willing another of his kind into existence. But of course such things are never so simple, and she…well, she still has that human side to her that he doesn’t quite know what to do with…

But he does gently tug at her clothing, idly contemplating on whether or not to tear them off entirely. A little mess would look good on her, really, especially once they get her…feathers fluttering about this place in due time. He can barely even remember a time when his wings had looked like hers. ]

But if you don’t mind my breaking into the sanctuary, I can go down on my knees, just for you.

[While she's never really much cared about - or even paid attention to - the appearance of others, she can't deny he is very handsome. So she takes a moment to appreciate the view once that shirt is off completely, her breath leaving her in a shaky exhale as he says her name. She doubts she'll get tired of hearing him say that...

The tug at her clothes does catch her attention though, and she reaches to the tight bow at the top of her shirt that keeps it properly closed. A tug on the loop with her thumb is enough to loosen it; the tight lace of the corset quickly becoming slack, and the fabric parting to reveal some of the skin underneath. But she stops there for now, quietly curious.]

Just for me? You do know how to make a girl feel special, Belial. [The words are a playful drawl, painted lips still quirked up in a teasing smile.]

But you'll let me return the favour, right? I know I said I wouldn't go down on my knees for anyone, but I can make an exception.

[ If he was still in the habit of worshiping gods he might have sworn to them then and there—he’d had an inkling of it earlier, but to see it in action…

She’s even more of a tease than he realizes. To think that her clothing could reveal so much and yet hold back so much more…

But they can trade fashion tips another time. The important thing is that he’s made the executive decision to leave her clothing intact—for now. ]

Oh, I’m all about that give and take, Ana.

[ He reaches for her corset, but instead of taking it off, lets his fingers merely run into the small patches of skin exposed between the corset’s seams. And somehow it reminds him again of how warm she is, how humanlike, though that’s not necessarily what he finds captivating about her.

It’s more that she’s willing to play this game with him at all, even though she’s clearly smart enough to know better.

But he climbs atop the pew at last, that he may straddle her, and chuckling when he feels the wood creak against the weight of him and his wings. He brushes the hair from her face in an almost tender gesture— ]

Though you’ll see soon enough that I tend to prefer doing the taking—

[ —before he promptly ducks down and bites hard into the crook of her shoulder. ]

[Heat burns through her as his fingers trail against her skin, nerves alighting under his touch. Even how he straddles her sends another faint shiver up her spine; and the sight of him above her, with those great wings flared out behind him, really shouldn't have excited her as much as it does.

It's enough to prompt her to hold back on any teasing comebacks, instead humming softly as he brushes her hair aside, the odd gentleness a faint surprise. Then -

- There's a sharp inhale as his teeth sinks into her skin, the pain sparking before it aches into something sweeter. When she exhales again, it's shaky and stuttered; a hand moves to the back of his head, fingers intertwining tightly into his hair. However rather than wanting to pull him away, it's more to encourage him - her head even tilting to the side, to give him more space.]

If... If you're trying to leave a mark, you might have to be a bit harder than that. [While it sounds like a tease, there is some truth to it - at least one very inhuman aspect of her is the rate she heals. Bruises and such will vanish in seconds, wounds sealing themselves up as if they never even happened in the first place.

Of course, she realises saying that to someone - something - like him is a very dangerous move, but it's not as if she's here to play safe. If he's willing to help her fall further, she wants him to be thorough with it.]

[ He chuckles against her shoulder, knowing that she isn’t just teasing him for the advice, because humanity or no, he can at least vouch for her fallen side.

And it’s been a long time since he’d beheld anything so…genuine.

But ah, he should be careful not to get too attached, shouldn’t he? There’s a reason why he’d gone rogue in the eyes of heaven, after all. ]

You like it rough, huh?

[ His mouth leaves her shoulder for a moment, licking up her neck, lips brushing past the shell of her ear before giving it a playful nip. ]

Think you can keep up?

[Her head stays tilted so he still has space, breath hitching before shivering at the nip to her ear - her breath then leaving her in an amused huff, brows raising just a little.]

Of course I can.

[There's a shift of her legs, drawing one of them up, enough so that her knee drags against his inner thigh - slow and purposeful, clearly not an accident. Her free arm reaches to loop around his neck, and she tilts her head enough to brush her lips against his jaw before she nips at the skin.]

Or are you doubting me before we've even started? That's not very fair.

Let’s just say I’m feeling things out.

[ It’s said, of course, with a pointed squeeze once his hand slips underneath her loosened shirt and corset, cupping a breast.

But even that touch is far too fleeting, as his fingers glide free and begin deftly attending to the ties of her corset, eagerly pressing the rest of his body against her—dammit she knows exactly where to strike him, doesn’t she?—and it’s just as well that he’s careful not to crush her underneath him as he chases after his own need.

She’s hot—or perhaps he’s the one feeling hot. At this point he isn’t too sure, but what does it matter? That’s the point of this amusing little mortal fertility ritual that he’s, well, embraced wholeheartedly for thousands of years already. All he knows is that her body is calling to his baser instincts, which is something he should have taken note of sooner. And, more dangerously, he’s starting to crave more of it.

Ah, but he hasn’t forgotten her mouth—close and tantalizing and teasing as it is, the full redness of it beckoning him to nip at a bottom lip. Everything about her is so vivid, so full of life; and while he’s not some cold fish himself, his long years of corruption must certainly make him feel…off. Less human.

Certainly less of an angel.

It’s almost like the difference between a fresh summer breeze and a gunmetal fog. ]

After all, aren’t you curious?

[That gets an amused huff, even if the sound is stuttered at the touch to her breast - and she's only a little frustrated at how fleeting the touch is, considering how her corset is soon quickly loosened. It's easy enough to reveal more of the skin underneath with a shrug of her shoulders, parting the corset further - there's only a moment where she shivers from the chill of the night air, before the heat inside her sears through her once more.

Then there's how he presses against her, the presence of him almost surrounding her completely - burning through her even more. It's almost overwhelming but she still embraces it eagerly, willing to take as much of him in as she can. Of course there's a danger in that, especially considering her ever-present human side, but there's no regret - she chose this and wants this.

So she arches closer, pressing herself almost flush against him as he nips at her lip; humming lowly before she nips at his lip in return, tongue trailing against the bitten skin. When she speaks, it's more like she breathes her words against his lips.]

Of course I'm curious.

[One hand stays intertwined his hair, the other trails down the expanse of his chest - nails dragging along the skin. Probably only a brief, minor sting for him but something that would've caused more damage on a mortal.]

And to satisfy my curiosity, this needs to come off. [And her words are punctuated with a tug on his belt, or one of them at least, once her hand has trailed to it.]

[ He chuckles, feeling the danger in the gestures as she drags her nails down over his skin. Imagine risking hurting the only other person you know to be, well, like you.

She just keeps getting better and better. ]

Be my guest.

[ He’s too busy undressing her to pay much attention to himself for the moment, though a part of the reason is also that he wants her to struggle, to get all those damned belts off of him no matter how impatient he feels. And he certainly feels it now—in the chill of night her body feels far too hot and electric against his own and it’s hard not to think of stoking hellfire within these desecrated walls.

But he doesn’t—not yet, anyway, not when he does his level best to make her efforts a bit trickier as he tips her head back so that he can drag his lips over her throat, biting at the exposed flesh there and marking his trail as his mouth moves lower, down the line of skin revealed by the parting of her clothes, which pointedly puts his pants—but not his belts—out of reach. ]

[Of course, her willingness to hurt him is because he's just like her; she has no reason to hold back, no need to treat him like something fragile. It's liberating, in a way, knowing that anything that could harm a mortal would barely leave a scratch on him.

The first belt is easy enough to remove, before he tilts her head back - breath stuttering as his lips trail along her throat and further down. Usually she wouldn't mind this at all, but it's making things difficult for her. Frustration slowly boils in amongst everything else searing through her, and it doesn't help that Ana has never been a patient person to begin with.]

Seriously...

[It's more of a breathy exhale than anything, but there's still an irritated edge to it.

Now that he's trailed further down, she glances back down at him - brows furrowed, just slightly, a scowl that might have had more effect if she wasn't so flushed. It's still an awkward angle, and it doesn't help he's making it rather difficult to focus. So she decides to retaliate in her own way, shifting her legs once more; though rather than brush against his thigh, she instead lifts her own thigh between his legs. Very gentle, very deliberate, but she also doesn't move it away.]

Naughty girl.

[ Said with nothing but grinning approval at her bold gesture, a hitch in his voice confirming that he’s much more affected than his composure would show. But of course, he wouldn’t expect anything less from a fellow fallen.

But he doesn’t take the bait, doesn’t give in to the temptation to squeeze her thigh between his. If she wanted to kick him between the legs for bad behavior in this moment he wouldn’t even bat an eye. ]

Didn’t you know? The longer the wait, the more satisfying the climax.

[ It sure is bullshit he’d made up on the fly, but he does punctuate it with a firm lick over one partially exposed breast, letting her feel the hunger and heat from within him for herself. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Truly the picture of faux innocence. Even though hearing that little hitch does get her smirk to widen.

There is a slight inclination to kick him between the legs though, her own frustration gradually growing - hissing at the lick to her breast, that heat coiling tighter inside her as a hand grips tightly at his hair once more. There's also the temptation to squeeze her own thighs together, to grant herself some relief, but she has something else in mind.]

Pretty sure sayings like that don't count if you come up with them yourself...

[Her other hand is still on his belts, and with one now loosened she gives a sharp, vicious tug on it - intending to bring his hips down against her thigh. And whether that works or not, her thigh still rises more to press against him more insistently; a constant, firm touch that does nothing more than that.]

[ That supernatural strength of hers works in her favor this time: the belt comes off, and he comes down. The resulting contact makes him groan this time, a look of ecstasy flickering over his face for a brief moment before it resolves into a cannier smile. ]

But I’m still an angel, Ana. And so are you.

[ He punctuates that emphasis with a nip to her shoulder, some part of him considering how well a wreath of bruises and love bites might look around her throat, never mind their healing factor.

But since she’s getting a little rougher with him already, it won’t hurt to escalate things a bit further on his end, right?

So he reaches around toward the small of her back, snatching the back of her corset and the rest of her clothing that might still be in the way and ripping them off, watching with sheer satisfaction as the remaining laces of her corset unravel and pop free. ]

Know what that means?

[That groan prompts the fake innocence of her smile to turn a little more wicked, but the sharp edges of it soften a little at his words. Her head canting a little as she tries to get his point, the nip to her shoulder sending another pleasant shiver through her.

Before her eyes widen when she feels a hand go to her lower back, not able to hide the flinch; considering her wings are permanently a part of her, it also means her back is a sensitive spot. Which also means it takes her a moment to process what he's actually doing, now fixing a sharp glare at him.]

Hey - ! [Ah, there goes her clothes. There's no shame or embarrassment in being exposed like this, instead there's a simmering irritation - altering outfits like this was such a pain, considering the odd placement of her wings. And she liked this corset!

So she makes her feelings obvious by leaning forward and biting hard on the tip of his ear, huffing against the skin at his question. There's probably an actual answer for that, but she's still a little heated.]

That I shouldn't knee you in the dick for tearing my clothes? Because I'm a little tempted right now.

[ He bursts out laughing at that, his mirth managing to sound sinister even if he means nothing terrible by it this time around. ]

Hey, I did say I like playing rough.

[ Besides, as something of a fashionista himself, he knows full well the value of her clothes, the way they cling to her figure and accentuate it, the way they speak to him of what sort of person she is, even when she’s not in the middle of vandalizing a church…

But they’re still a mark of her inhibitions.

And he’ll get her a new outfit later, geez. ]

So…feel free.

[ To give in to her temptations, that is. What else are they doing all this for, anyway? He even punctuates that with a firm tug to her hair, forcing her to arch against him, so her body can stretch out invitingly against his.

And he makes no move to protect his crotch, of course. A blow from a mortal wouldn’t do much to him anyway, but an angel, on the other hand… ]

And I actually really liked that outfit!

[Sure it was simple, but she knows she looked good in it! So yeah, she's definitely getting him to buy her new clothes later.

Her temper simmers as quickly as it flares up, though - brows raising when he basically invites her to knee him between the legs. Well, if he is as old as she thinks he is, it wouldn't be far-fetched to assume he's into a variety of things. And it's not like it's something she's unfamiliar with either.

Though the thought is cut off as he tugs on her hair, a choked sound - almost a moan but not quite - escaping her as he forces her against him, the sting only adding to the heat rushing through her. Yeah, she can certainly see the appeal.]

Ooooooh, so that's what you're into?

[It's breathy and teasing, but there's no judgement; if anything she is becoming more and more curious. With humans she always had to be so gentle with them, but with him...]

Though didn't you have a thought to finish about us both being angels?

[It's only when he does start to answer that she actually moves, bringing a knee hard between his legs. He practically invited her to do it, so she sees no reason to turn that down - and really, doing that right after asking him something was to see if she can at least surprise him a little.]

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