they said fight fire with fire but i just got ash
He had been teasing her with those words. Azrael hardly having anticipated an actual response. Let alone that straightforward, simple declaration that those very 'handcuffs' were stored in a black box in the bottom of her nightstand. That near knowing look so danced upon his lovers features as she all but slipped teasingly into that bathroom in the wake off her words. Azrael's own features shifted to a look of surprise and near blatant bafflement. He knew, even without reaching for that aforementioned draw, that Serafina had hardly been lying in any sense and yet the very idea, the very notion, the very knowledge that she kept handcuffs in her bedroom had all but floored him! How long had she had those for? What did she do with them? What on earth sort of wild sex had she been having before him? Maybe that was a point better not considered here and now. The Hunter's golden gaze glanced briefly up toward the bathroom door, as if assuring himself it remained firmly closed, before Azrael leaned down from that bed to quietly slide open that bottom drawer of the nightstand. That black box, as he suspected, rested entirely where she had promised it would. What more of his girlfriend did he hardly know about!? Lingerie, handcuffs, what next? Curiosity, in that moment, so well and truly managed to get the better of him. Azrael, with another glance at that bathroom door, so proceeded to open that box and pluck those very handcuffs from within. She really hadn't been lying. What in god's name did one even do with these? Well, he had some idea and yet it was far more akin to a theory then it was any true experience on his part.
That faint jingling sound those very handcuffs made readily saw the man hurriedly place them on the bedside table hopefully before Sera became aware he had given in to his curiosity over those very objects to begin with. If she declared a halloween costume kinky he was entirely assured handcuffs fell far more firmly into that category. Azrael, for now, hardly willing to have a discussion on any of his other preferences even if he remained at least somewhat curious on just what one even did with such....tools in the bedroom. His head shook slightly once more, the Hunter content to make himself comfortable on the bed before proceeding to kick off his shoes. His boots had all but barely hit the floor before that single utterance of his name from the bathroom readily prompted the man to move the offending shoes to the far side of the room where they belonged. Ears like a fucking bat when she needed them. That veritable burst of speed saw the Hunter return to the bed only a moment later to continue that very argument on lingerie and his insistence that taking her to Dubai surely earned him at least one night of enjoying her within such garments. Her lack of protest assuring him that he had, for now at least, won that veritable battle. Yet, he could hardly deny how....pleasing the thoughts were to consider. Serafina had exactly the sort of body that deserved lingerie. The sort of body made for it. Her feminine figure was crafted of the sort of curves and swells and grace that such garments accentuated even more and in the best way possible. Even the mere thought of it enough to prompt that early reaction to his figure. The promise of those outfits not soon to be forgotten.
His golden gaze remained near trained in a fashion almost obedient upon that bathroom door. Azrael content to argue a moment later that she was positively killing him with the amount of time he was so being forced to wait with little to do but contemplate his own thoughts. Such thoughts, in turn, only prompting a greater degree of impatience from the man with how much he looked forward to that love making he was upon the very cusp of receiving. Serafina's insistence that beauty waited for no man was met with his own assurance she had already looked perfect. Those very words, despite that near teasing fashion they were offered in, decidedly true. The bathroom door so at last opened than. Serafina, in all her feminine glory, so easily positioned herself within that door frame. Azrael's gaze, in that moment, well and truly captivated in every fashion. Even in that halloween costume he so adored she was nothing short of perfection. That very want tugging potently at him then. A desire only further increased by that very look she afforded him. Azrael no longer holding any desire to linger upon those sheets. Another burst f near blinding speed so readily saw the Dark Hunter appear before her, his hands reached out in that same moment to rest upon her waist and tug her gently agianst him in that desperate need for contact. His lips wasted no time in pressing to her own in that fevered, hungry embrace. The taste of her, here and now, by far the sweetest taste in all the world.
The very whine of protest that left his girlfriends own lips was hardly missed as Azrael pulled but softly away if only to examine that outfit all the better. He had seen Serafina within it more times then he could count and yet he never tired of it or the way it clung to her figure. That softly uttered assurance she was hot readily seemed to prompt that giggle from within her. Azrael chuckling softly in turn as his hands slid lower upon her figure to rest upon the backs of her thighs. It was a simple manner then to lift her effortlessly upward. His own supernatural strength ensuring such a task was nothing short of blissfully easy. Serafina's legs wrapped easily around his waist in the same moment her arms entwined his neck in that blissful, intimate dance between the two of them alone. Azrael's lips returned eagerly to her own as he stepped back, pressing her firmly between that door frame and himself. That soft sound of pleasure that very act so coaxed from her only furthering his own before his lips shifted again, this time, to pattern that sweet, soft skin off her neck with those teasing touches. Those soft kisses easily made their way down that slope of her neck to reach that first black strap that held that dress in place. Azrael's teeth were quick to catch that slender strap, easily pushing it aside to offer his lips that full embrace of her shoulder.
Serafina's fingers toyed easily with the locks at the base of his neck as his own slide further along her thigh and toward that very apex, that utter lack of fabric barrier so readily becoming clear near a moment later. Azrael but momentarily paused to meet her gaze, that simper of delighted, surprised appreciation so finding him readily.
"Oh. How unanticipated."
That very arousal had already begun to taint his words in that heated tone, Azrael content to shift his attentions to the other side of her neck now and that second shoulder strap he was determined to remove and yet, this time, he saw little need not to take advantage of that offered 'gift' and too the very access to it that position afforded him. His lips pressed easily to the left side of her neck now, working that same teasing trail downward and yet, this time, his own fingers so brushed upward to caress that heated center of Serafina herself. That practised touch gentle and yet firm, seeking to coax that very wetness to her figure he so desired and too, those pleasurable sounds from Serafina herself he so adored. That position affording her little opportunity to shift away from the intensity of that touch, so caught between himself and the doorframe and held firmly there. His teeth once more caught that second strap, pushing it down and aside to offer him another bare shoulder and that glorious, creamy skin that all but begged for his attention in turn. Azrael content to run his lips along that skin and yet he desired far more than merely that.
His fingers ceased those gentle strokes. Azrael so at last leaning away from that door frame to step more fully into the bedroom then. Several long strides easily saw the Hunter carry his girlfriend to that bed. Azrael effortlessly laying her down on those warm sheets before smoothly leaning over her now to return his lips to her own. A soft groan of satisfaction coaxed from within himself from that simple feel of her agianst him! Azrael relishing in just these moments when the world itself fell away, when there was nothing and no one to find himself irritated at, when he could display that affection for his lover so uninhibited. His hands shifted upward then, smoothly catching the sides of that dress to slide it halfway down her slender figure, exposing the perfection of her breasts. That black fabric left to pool at her waist. His lips so hardly left her own, deepening that kiss as his hands slid back up her sides to cup at the weight of her breasts, his thumbs smoothly circling over those peaks to tease them into firmness.