The provocative young witch knew well she had captivated the interest of her hunter at the very mention of those scandalous little pieces of cloth. Those very undergarments hid so preciously little, putting those feminine aspects on display just for the taking - quelching the imagination while so bolstering the reality of those shapely curves and swells of her figure. Such clothing was the perfect sort of present to be left to be found when it was least anticipated - the very thought of such already prompting an almost coy simper to her sweetheart lips. How she relished in the idea of how Azrael might so react to finding such gifts! For tonight, however, she was more than content to play into her boyfriend's unusual interest, those basal instincts so clearly enjoying the hunt - and so ravishing his all too willing 'prize'. She pivoted upon her toes with a dancer's grace as she held up that very outfit in question, the witch finding little fault in her boyfriend's desires, in his own unique kink. That small nod of approval caused her eyebrows to raise and yet, she said particularly little of those thoughts that trickled across her mind. Rather, Serafina instead chose to tease the man, claiming such sensual garments as those she had hidden would be far too much for him to handle.
The young witch could hardly help the nearly mischevious tut upon her lips at Azrael's insistence that he was intense - though truly such a word personified her crusader well. In everything he did, he was nothing if not excessively dedicated. Still, she appreciated the man's devotion to those morals and obligations. He was far better than her, though she had little intention of informing him of such lest it go to his head and already inflated ego. She hardly missed the roll of Azrael's eyes, however, at the girl's taunting of his own unconventional preferences though, admittedly, she'd hardly have it any other way. What she wasn't prepared for, however, that the Dark Hunter's idle inquiry of handcuffs! If only he knew what the depths of her closet contained! An almost knowing simper crossed her lips as she all but danced to that adjoining bathroom. "Black box in the bottom drawer of the nightstand." Her soprano voice was almost melodious in her wake, the girl knowing all too well that those curiosities would get the best of him. How she so relished in so stroking the fires of his fantasies with what could exist, hidden in the recesses of her room, even with that promise that he might, one day, see such outfits when he so took her to those fancier establishments she so tended to enjoy. The witch was ever so inclined to reward him for those tastes he gave her of the life she so longed for.
She was well aware of that grumble upon his lips as she closed that bathroom door to him, a ghost of a simper still present as she shook her head ever so slightly. Her fingers reached for the hem of her shirt - peeling it from her figure only to reach around to undo the clasp of her bra and yet, his words still lingered with her. Dubai! Finally, Serafina was going to leave the restricting confines of that metropolis and how even she couldn't help but to look forward to traveling abroad. Inquisitively, she wondered what that foreign country might be like - though Azrael had assured her the shopping would be plentiful, her imagination was still burdened by that comparison to the shopping centers of Sacrosanct. They were, after all, all she knew. It was the sound of Azrael's boots falling heavily upon the floor that jolted the girl from her introspection, his name alone falling from her lips before Azrael so interrupted any scolding she might have given him. Serafina found herself almost caught off guard by how peculiarly pleasant it was to the Hunter knowing her well enough to give into her own peculiarities with little more than a word - even with his quibbling. She had never thought he might stay for the entirety of that year when he could surely have anyone else he so desired. Her head shook ever so slightly as her pants hit the floor, her undergarments following soon after before she picked up the thin fabric of that outfit.
Serafina had only just pulled the polyester over her bodice when Azrael's voice so declared he was killing her to be forced to wait. She could hardly help that snort that left her nose as she leaned forward, adjusting ever so slightly to ensure the tight material was particularly flattering over her chest. She fluffed her ebony locks even as she declared that beauty surely waited for no man. Serafina hardly expected his abrupt rebute that she was beautiful enough as it was and yet, the flattery prompted a distinctly pleased press of her lips into a ghost of a simper. Smugly, the girl nodded at her reflection within the framed mirror of her bathroom, satisfied with what she saw before she turned to glide from the bathroom. The witch was well aware of her boyfriend's lingering gaze upon her very physic, those all too playful words upon her lips as she leaned against that door frame, coaxing him to her side with one singular look. That grin upon her features hardly faltered at the roll of his eyes, the young woman certain he would hardly remain upon those sheets while she lingered so tantalizingly out of reach. She quite near anticipated that burst of speed from the man, her hunter appearing in front of her in the mere blink of an eye. The warm weight of his hands settled on the curves of her hips as she tugged him against her, Serafina all but content to give in to his desires as she pressed her figure against him, her hands reaching up to rest upon his chest.
Her lips pressed eagerly against his own, so meeting that veritable passion that such an outfit so coaxed to life within him. A soft whine left her mouth as Azrael pulled away, Serafina quite near pouting as he stepped back from her to fully examine that outfit he'd seen upon her more than once before. It was his assertion that she was hot however that cause her to giggle in response, "I am glad you think so." Serafina uttered, pleased even despite her tendency to so playfully harass her boyfriend over it. She was well aware of his hands as they moved lower and quickly Serafina so reacted to his efforts to so hoist her petite figure upwards. Her hands slid up his chest, encircling around his neck as Serafina let her legs easily slide up his waist, her back pressed against the door frame. It was, perhaps, a peculiar place to begin that intimate tango and yet, there was something distinctly arousing at being pinned between the man and that wall. A soft sound of satisfaction left her lips at the sensation of his kisses sweeping downwards across the skin of her neck, only to nibble at that altogether fragile strap upon her shoulder. It's very removal so revealed the slope of her pale shoulders - her dÃ©colletage on display for his affection. Her fingers toyed lightly with those locks at the base of his neck and yet, she could hardly help that impish simper as his fingers slid along her legs, following that trail of skin further and further upwards - that very....gift...so surely soon to be discovered.