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Okay, it was a bad idea from the start and she knew it. Provoking Dagon was never a good thing to do but she had done it to her once, why shouldn't she have the right to do the same thing ?
The Duke had to go to some big human building, some corruption story or something like that. Dagon had assured her that she wouldn't want to know the details and therefore would have to wait for her. So Michael found herself sitting in the coffee shop across the street.
She had not asked for this man to come and sit at her table and start talking to her. And of course, not being very skilled in human communication methods, it had taken her half an hour before she realized that he was trying to flirt with her.
" It would really make me happy if you would accept this drink, " said the man, sliding a drink in front of her. " Just one. "
She wondered what part of "no thanks" he hadn't understood the first two times. Humans are weird, she thought before feeling a tingling sensation sensation on the back of her head, a sign that someone was observing her with great intensity.
" Fine, but just one, " she replied with a very convincing fake smile, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
She knew she had no concept of flirting but the man seemed to be satisfied with the minimum.
" Where did you say you lived again ? " the man then asked.
" I didn't- …far, far away, really, " she replied.
Flirting was maybe a bit of a strong term. He was just incredibly annoying and way too curious. He only talked and complimented her on her looks and she barely listened to him.
Looking out of the corner of her eye, Michael saw Dagon across the street, motionless, who must have been staring at them for several minutes already. She eventually turns on her heel and walks away before disappearing around a street corner.
The angel felt her phone vibrate a few seconds later, she expected it. Finally she could leave.
I'm going back to the manor, since you seem to be very busy.
" I have to go, " Michael then said, getting up after reading the message.
" Wait, shall we do as we said ? " the man said to her, getting up as well. " For the date ? "
She blinked, a date ? What date ? He had suggested a date ? Wow she really hadn't listened to a single word he said. But that didn't matter, she didn't care.
" No, " she said simply. This time, she had lost her smile.
She didn't give him time to respond and left the coffee shop quickly, without touching her drink. Plus, the place was starting to fill up and she didn't like it.
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" Dagon ? " Michael called once she got home.
The brunette was sure to find her in their room but it was empty. Yet, she had told her that she was returning to the manor. Perhaps she has had a setback.
She then thought that a bath would be a good idea while waiting for her partner to return. She absolutely couldn't accept the fact that she loved little human things like that more and more. Well, that and sleep, she still categorically refused to eat.
She removed the clips from her hair as well as her clothes, yes, she could do it by miracle but she liked to do it herself, before wrapping herself in a large white towel.
It was at this moment that the door closed, slamming behind her, startling the brunette who quickly turned around. Dagon was standing behind it, her hand pressed against the door.
The angel huffed. " Dagon, you scared me, " she told her.
" You... vicious angel, " said Dagon, in a deep voice with a predatory look, pointing at her. " You knew I was watching, didn't you ? "
Michael tried to appear confident. As much as she could be, wrapped in a simple bath towel that she pulled tighter around herself.
" It's possible, " she replied, simply.
" He wanted you, " the demoness growled as she approached. " He looked at you like a common piece of meat. "
" Oh, you think so ? " Michael asked with a grin that Dagon didn't notice.
" He was in front of you, how did you not feel anything ? I could feel him from across the stree- " Dagon stopped and narrowed her eyes. " Okay, you knew that. "
" Maybe... " she didn't know where it came from but she loved teasing her.
" Are you trying to provoke me by any chance ? " asked the duke.
" I would not dare, " Michael replied with a false serious air.
" Sure..., " said Dagon, finally stopping on front of her, " I think, that you're becoming a little too confident. "
" Is that bad ? "
" Aren't you afraid of the result ? "
" Try me, " replied the angel, sensually.
She said these words while dragging her finger along the demon's jaw.
"... if you insist. "
Michael let out a small laugh as Dagon suddenly grabbed her by the waist before moving towards the bed and almost throwing her on it.
" You really need to stop doing that, " whispered the brunette. " You’re going to break it one day. "
" Nope, " replied Dagon, putting one knee on the bed before leaning forward, " and I don’t care. "
Michael squealed as Dagon pulled her by the ankles, bringing her closer. Smiling seeing her angel so clinging to the fabric which was now raised to the top of her thighs. The redhead leaned down to kiss one of her knees, her hands massaging the back of her calves.
" I should drag him to hell and torture him for centuries, " she growled against the thin skin of her knee, " and pluck his eyes out. "
She didn't say it out loud but she really meant to. No one had the right to have impure thoughts about her angel, except her.
" So romantic, " quipped Michael. " You know he didn't technically do anything ? " she told her.
" He thought about it, it's enough for me, " explained Dagon. " And it’s your fault, you flirted with him. "
" Oh please, I would never let it happen. And we can't really say that I flirted with him, I just answered his questions. At least, the ones I've heard. "
Dagon sneered. " He would have died before he tried, " she affirmed.
" Jealous ? " asked Michael, teasing her with her foot which Dagon grabbed before raising her head to look at her and narrowing her eyes.
If Michael had trouble hiding her jealousy, Dagon was truly terrible at it. Several times the angel had to hold her back so that she wouldn't attack a human just because he dared to look at her. In fact, Michael found it very amusing.
" I'm a bad influence on you, " said the duke.
" Does that bother you ? " Michael asked her, reaching out to brush a red lock from her face.
" Hmm, I haven't decided yet, " replied Dagon, crawling on top of her. " That might be interesting. "
Michael skillfully managed to wrap her legs around her waist to trap her and managed to flip them to reverse their positions. It was originally a combat move but nothing stopped her from using it for something else.
She found herself sitting on the thighs of her demon who made absolutely no protest. The redhead instantly placed her hands on her hips before sliding them up to the top of her legs. Her fingers massaging a few golden marks there.
" Yeah, I'm lucky. I got the best of angels, " said Dagon, looking at her like she was her greatest treasure. For her, it certainly was.
" You got me ? " asked Michael, raising her eyebrows.
" We had each other, at the same time, " corrected Dagon.
" Of course. "
Both knew perfectly well who fell first but... they won't talk about it. Dagon stood up to sit, the angel still installed on her thighs and Michael cupped her face then leaned down to finally seal their lips.
This went on for a while, in fact it was one of their favorite parts. They had already kissed for hours without it going any further, just to enjoy being in each other's arms.
" Can you... " Michael began.
" Hmm ? Can I ... ? " repeated Dagon.
" Can you kiss me ? I mean...here, " added Michael, pointing to her neck.
" Aw, how can I say no when it’s asked so nicely ? " replied the redhead, leaning down.
Her lips brush against the sensitive skin of her neck before quickly latching onto it like a leech, making the brunette moan. Her hands roamed her body over the towel before moving up to her upper back, scratching her nails between Michael's extremely sensitive shoulder blades who would have almost let out a cry of pleasure if...
" -ah ! d- don't bite ! " she exclaimed, touching her new marking.
" Be more convincing, I could almost believe you really want it, " replied the demoness.
" Don't bite... so hard, " rectified the brunette. " It’s hard to hide otherwise. "
" I knew it, " sneered Dagon. " Come on, let them know you're already taken. Let them all know. "
" Possessive, " huffed the angel.
" Of course I am, what do you think ? Unlike some people here, I don't hide it. "
Michael rolled her eyes before placing her hands on the duke's top to begin to open it.
" Aha, " said Dagon, slapping her hand. " Patience, angel. "
" I don't want to be patient, " Michael replaced her hands where they were just before.
" Yeah, I can see that, " replied the redhead, lowering her hands again.
" Say it right away if you don't want to, it'll save us wasting time " Michael told her, frowning.
" Impatient and capricious... " said Dagon. " So adorable. "
" You want or not ? "
" Of course, " affirmed Dagon, " but it's so fun to watch you fight to get what you want angel, " she added. " Now, " she squeezed the brunette's hips to reverse their position, " lay down. "
With one of her hands she began to caress the inside of her thighs, without going up too far, then she met the angel's gaze. She couldn't help but admire her, it wasn't the first time she saw Michael like that but the sight always took her breath away. She shook her head.
" Nah, I’m not going to say anything, you already know what I think, " Dagon told her.
She moved her hand further up and was only inches from where Michael wanted her. Usually Dagon didn't make her wait this long and Michael's hips moved of their own accord, seeking more contact which the duke visibly refused to give her.
She skillfully passed her fingers as close as possible to her intimacy with a tortuous slowness making Michael squirm beneath her as she tried desperately to increase the contact.
" Stop that, " blurted Michael.
" Stop what ? " asked the redhead, knowing very well what the angel was talking about.
" You know what, " groaned the brunette, raising her head.
" I don't think so, " teased Dagon, still barely moving her hand. " Need something ? "
" Ngh... are you going to decide to do something or not ? " Michael managed to grumble, letting her head fall back into the pillow.
She was ready and like she said earlier, she really didn't want to wait.
" Why ? " replied the demoness, raising herself up on one elbow. " Did you expect something ? " she added, pretending to think. She then withdrew her hand, almost making Michael cry.
" Wha- "
Dagon cut her off by kissing her, languorously for a very long minute, before muttering a " See you later angel " against her lips and with a sly smile, she disappeared into a cloud of purple smoke. Michael stood up instantly, still confused and out of breath.
Had Dagon really just done what she had just done ? It would seem, yes. She didn't even know why she was surprised, she must have expected it.
" Damn demon… " whispered the brunette, falling back onto the bed.