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" Why are you struggling so much with your outfit ? We're going to see your brother, " said Dagon, who was half-lying on their bed.
" I just want to look presentable, " replied Michael.
" Come on, you always look presentable, whatever you wear. "
" Contrary to some. " Michael glanced at her over her shoulder. " Dagon, can you at least put on a top ? " she huffed.
Dagon looked down at her outfit, her usual coat, which she rarely took off, and a simple black bra. " Nah. "
" And you're going to go like that ? " asked the angel.
Not that she didn't like the vision, but she preferred to keep it to herself.
" Why not ? Bee has seen me with less than that. "
" But not Gab- " Michael stopped, realizing what Dagon had just said, and raised her head to look at the demon's reflection in the mirror. " Thanks for the information, " she groaned.
The redhead just smiled as she looked at her.
" What exactly is your relationship with Beelzebub ? " continued the angel.
" Friends, just friends. Best friends. I told you. "
" Never… more ? Never never ? You've been together for so long. "
" Never more, " Dagon affirmed as she stood up, still with her cloak almost completely open, hiding nothing. " She may have seen me before, but you are the only one who can touch. "
" Oh my god… stop it, " huffed Michael.
" I will never stop, angel. "
Then Dagon moved closer and put her hands around her waist before nestling her face in her neck to kiss her sensitive skin there.
" You're possessive, huh ? "
" No. "
" So can I tell you about my other partners ? "
" Stop, " said the angel, turning around. " I thought you hadn't had any other. "
" That is the case, " Dagon replied with a proud, idiotic grin.
Michael slapped her arm before turning her back on her again. Dagon chuckled silently, wrapping hef arms around her waist again while the angel grumbled at her, she loved teasing her.
" Possessive. "
" Hmm. "
" Don't be mad, love, " continued the demon, kissing her neck.
" I'm not. "
The angel paused for a moment, just enjoying the affection she was receiving before realizing.
" No, no, no, I won't fall for that. "
" You mean, again ? " teased Dagon.
" …yes, " huffed the brunette. " And because of your nonsense we are late. We should have left five minutes ago. "
" Oh yes, five minutes is tragic, " said the demon without letting go of her.
" Dagon, we're going to be really late, " Michael said trying to escape from her hungry clutches.
" Yeah, but also in a better mood, " added the redhead.
" I am in a good mood, " said Michael.
" You're never. "
" Excuse me ?! "
" See. "
Michael turned and punched her on the shoulder again.
" Okay, okay, stop hitting me. "
" You deserve it. "
" Mean, just one kiss then ? Just one. "
" I know your techniques, Dagon, " replied the brunette, closing up Dagon's coat herself as she looked up, accepting the fact that she wouldn't be dressing up any more than that.
" Aw, I love it when you say my name like that. "
" You always do, " continued the angel.
" Yes, I do. When you're angry, when you're tired, when you're worried, but especially when you're- "
Michael slapped a hand over her mouth. " Stop talking. "
The redhead kissed the inside of her hand before grabbing it to kiss the inside of her wrist. Michael gave her a look that said "don't do that", but without much conviction. Dagon pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together, wrapping her other hand around her waist to kiss her full on the lips. Michael, who had seen it coming, dove into the kiss anyway, loving every second. She was frustrating herself, why couldn't she just stick to what she said ?? This damn demon was driving her stupid...
She deepened their kiss even further, grabbing her collar to pull her closer even though they were already pressed together. The demon tightened her grip around Michael's waist who began to reopen the coat she had closed up herself just moments before.
" I thought we were late, " Dagon muttered against her lips.
" Shut up now, it's your fault, " the brunette replied annoyed, pushing her back onto the bed before straddling her to sit on her thighs. The demon wasted no time in grabbing the tops of her thighs, almost her buttocks at that point as the angel removed her shirt in one swift movement.
" I accept all consequences, " Dagon said proudly with a goofy grin, marveling at the body above her, tightening her grip a little before being interrupted by Michael cupping her face and kissing her back in a very demanding manner.
Bee will understand, thought Dagon.
*
They arrived late, very late, of course. Dagon exchanged a knowing wink with Beelzebub that neither Michael nor Gabriel noticed, yeah they understood each other.
" Auntiiiie ! " cried little Eve, running towards them. She was still a little clumsy in her movements, but she was managing.
" Hey, my favorite little bug, " said Dagon, taking her in her arms and kissing her cheek several times, making the little girl giggle.
Eve adored her aunt Dag and it was clearly mutual. Dagon pulled out from, only she knew where, a plushie in the shape of a death's head hawk moth, an animal that the little girl seemed to be coded to, and gave it to her, muttering 'what is it ?'. The little girl squealed with joy with stars in her eyes, reaching out her little arms to grab the plushie and hug it. It was almost half her size.
" Tank you, " mumbled Eve who still couldn't speak very well. " Papa, look ! " she said, trying to hold the plushie above her head, without much success.
" I see, I see, " replied Gabriel, smiling at his daughter.
" Again ? " asked Beelzebub.
" I'm going to spoil her rotten until she comes of age, " continued Dagon.
Beelzebub rolled her eyes. " Like you'd stop after that. "
" Auntie ? " Eve pointed at Michael with her small hand.
" And yes, it's auntie, " replied the redhead, looking at Michael. " Do you want to hug her ? " she still spoke to the little girl. " Yes, you do. "
" Oh no, I don't think- " began the brunette, taking a step back.
" But yes, but yes, don't be afraid, come here, " said Dagon, grabbing her arm before handing her the child. " There, just like that. "
" Dag, " muttered Michael, taking the little girl in her arms anyway. It was the first time she held her but not the first time Eve tried to get her attention.
" You see, you're doing well. "
Eve hugged her, resting her head against her shoulder. Michael placed her other hand on her back, unsure of what else to do.
" You're not getting away from it, Michael, " joked Gabriel. " Your niece loves you no matter what you do. "
" She clearly doesn't do that with everyone, " remarked Beelzebub. " She bit Shax a few days ago. "
" Damn, and I missed that, " Dagon complained falsely before looking at Michael who still seemed very comfortable (lol), with the little one asleep in her arms. " Aw, look at you, you'd make a good mom, " she teased.
" You get that idea out of your head right now. Aunt is enough. "