A Hard Day's Night [ari & chi][mature][fin]

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Malachi watched her shrug out of her jacket and shirt, if only to try to prove to himself he wasn't being tense and shy. It wasn't like her shirt wasn't already ripped all the way down the middle, anyway, and he was an adult-- hell, he'd been a doctor. These things didn't bother him. She wrapped the towel around herself and he had to admit that he felt a bit better that way.

Although, when she leaned over the countertop at him, it certainly didn't help. "Ah, sure. Thank you." He took the beer, but didn't put it to his lips immediately, instead watching her curiously. His gentle eyes responded to her irresistable smile with only a strange sense of wonder and curiosity, an unquenchable smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure you're alright?"

But then she hopped up again, apparently fine, to retreat to the bathroom. Malachi sighed, his mind spinning, and took a draught of beer in an attempt to chill himself out slightly. It was hardly enough to make someone as solid as Chi tipsy, but enough to loosen up his straightlaced nature to something at least a little more respectable. He leaned back into the couch, contemplating something or other, until Araceli emerged fro the bathroom to move into her room, clothed only in a towel.

Whew. Malachi could not help the feeling that he needed to get out of here, but she was so like the woman of his memories, his Soraya. Except that Soraya, his lover from eons past, had been very much darker skinned than the vampire on whose couch he was sitting. He sighed very lightly, running his hand through his hair just as she emerged from her room in a little white dress that was only a few shades paler than herself. He had to laugh at her question. "Araceli, what on earth are you doing with me?" The easy smile had returned to his face for a moment, possibly due to the fact that the drink in his hand was now half-empty.

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Ari smirked as she sat down on the couch next to the angel, tucking her calves up under her, her shapely thighs peeking out from the hem of the short summery dress.

"Araceli, what on earth are you doing with me?" he'd asked her and she smiled innocently, batting her lashes. "I have no idea what you are talking about, dear angel, but if I have made you uncomfortable, I certainly apologize." She let out a small giggle, flipped her hair over her shoulder to reveal a bit more of the supple skin of her shoulder. She was sitting rather close to the angel, and she let out another laugh as she soaked up his confusion. She stood once more, her hips swaying as she walked to the fridge and grabbed another beer and a bag of blood. She ripped the plastic tab and poured the blood out into a wine glass, disposing of the bag quickly after. Beer and wine glass in hand, she walked back, her bare feet treading the carpet without a sound and plopped back on the couch next to Chi. She popped the cap and set it on the glass coffee table, leaning back to smile at him.

"An anticipatory drink," she explained, gesturing toward the second bottle. "I am just simply enjoying your fine company, Malachi, but if you would rather leave me here, alone, I'd of course understand." She grinned at him and took a sip of her own drink, the ruby life force flowing down her throat with a satisfying ease.

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Hm.

She was being coy with him, obviously, and she was radiating attraction, which tasted salty like sweat to his synasthetic sense, and sense a shudder down his spine like someone was tickling him with one of his feathers. "No, dear, I'm just having a hard time understanding what it is you expect of me. I am not easily tempted-- and forgive me, but that seems to be your goal."

He gave her a wry look, quite clear-headed, despite some of his inhibitions having been lain aside. The beer she'd brought him would most likely go untasted, as having about two was really the limit Malachi gave himself. He had never had a hard time with alcohol. No-- of all the sins, that was not the one which tempted him the most.

"Do you know how most earthlbound angels fall?" Those blue-grey eyes of his regarded the beautiful vampiress with a tender reserve. It would not be fair to her to leave the poor girl without an explanation. After all, it wasn't like sex would kill him, or turn his wings black. Not even lots of sex. Not even weird sex.

"We come here unused to temptation and sin-- it doesn't exist in heaven. But it's not the pride of being regarded as minor gods here that gets most of my brethren, nor the sloth from neglecting our duty. It's not gluttony of earth's wonderful food, or envy of man's freedom, or even wrath towards our enemies. It's not greed for the luxuries of earthly life. It's usually lust. We are put in men's bodies and asked to live in them better lives than even men can, and the hardest thing about that is ignoring what these bodies tell us we should do."

Again, a laughing sort of smile rose to his face. "And yet, I have been on this earth for thousands of years without falling. I have acquired some sort of resistance to temptation, I guess," his smile faded somewhat into a searching look, wondering how this sensual but intelligent creature would respond to his words. He suspected indignation or anger, to be put out of her apartment...which, really, he didn't want as he enjoyed her company, but might be for the best in the long run. He continued, however, eyes intent on her. "...but that is why I will not respond to your suggestion, Araceli. I like you very much, and find you very beautiful, but please...do not test me."

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Ari laughed, a real, shaking, tinkling laugh that sounded like bells chiming. She couldn't help herself. Here she was, simply acting as she naturally did, and he thought she was trying to seduce him to his demise. She propped her bended arm against the back of the couch and rested her head upon it, looking up at him, her bright hazel eyes smoldering behind dark lashes. While she would've loved to keep the angel in her company constantly, she wasn't trying to purposefully tempt him. She couldn't help it, it was just the way she was.

"I think you've greatly misunderstood me, Malachi," she said with a chuckle, taking another sip of her drink. "It saddens me that you think I'm trying to seduce you to your downfall, my feathered friend." She tilted her head back up and she could feel her eyes glowing. "You see, Malachi, I, by my very nature, am sensual." She cast her eyes downward and ran her fingers over the bare skin of her shoulder. "I was built, so that everything about me invites you in. My smell, my looks, everything about me is seductive. And it's not something I can turn off or on. It's who I am. I am not trying to seduce you. It's simply what makes me the perfect predator." She looked back up at him and smiled, her beautiful features lighting up with her obvious gaiety.

She took a heavy drink from her glass and then set it down on the coffee table, turning back to regard the angel with an air of seriousness that she hadn't show since they'd first met. It was time to share a little bit about her history with the angel, and this annoyed her. She hated to talk about it.

"The truth of it is, Chi, I've never been loved. Through my whole, long life, I have never been cared for, or worried about. Both of my sires left me, and Queen Margaret was never what anyone would call maternal. I've led a horridly lonely life, constantly keeping to myself because I had no one else. Mortals die and Vampires irritate me, it's always been the same." She chuckled and picked her glass back up, staring off into space. She felt as though she would probably cry, if she had that ability. She straightened herself, untucking her legs from under body and placing them against the couch, feet on the floor, gathering her cool composure. She glanced back at him and smiled, her lips pulling up in her customary sensual smile.

"Please, do not pity me though. I am strong and much of my lonely life is my own doing."

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Araceli laughed at him, which Malachi was starting to learn to expect. He liked it, though, her lighthearted nature even when he was being serious and angel-y. He watched her with patient curiosity as she repositioned herself on the couch to respond, his own body naturally turning to the side slightly to be more conversational.

She was a sensual creature, that much was clear, but it would take some adjusting for Malachi to fully grasp that she wasn't actually trying to make him do something he didn't quite want to. Still, when her smile shined on him, he couldn't help but respond with a smile of his own. Her lips were still stained a deep red after she put her glass down, as though by wine, and the color was naturally flattering next to her pale skin. Her serious gaze met with his soft smile, though, as she spoke again, the angel listening as intently as ever.

He could feel her hurting beneath the veneer of inviting smile and upright posture. Sadness came to him as an ocean-water flavor in his mouth and white noise in his head. The angel of mercy laid a hand on one of her delicate ones, a kind, understanding look on his face. "I did misunderstand you, I'm sorry. You tend to defy all expectation...and you should know that I care and worry for you, and I'm quite sure I can't be the only one."

The angel retreated then, allowing the vampiress her space. He watched her, though, head slightly tilted, curious as always for what this unpredictable creature would do next. There was no pity in him-- that was not the dominion of mercy-- only understanding and comfort.

Recognizing that dwelling on the subject wasn't really the best idea, Chi did what he could to lighten the mood and change the subject. A brighter smile hopped onto his face. "So...what do you want..to do?" It was an apprehensive sort of statement, but well-intentioned, as though he was saying words in a language he didn't know very well.

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Ari smiled at Chi, and then reached a hand up to his lovely face, running her thumb across his cheek. "It's in your nature to care about me, angel, it's what you do." She let out a small chuckle and rolled her shoulders, tilting her head from side to side to stretch out her tendons, though she felt no soreness, it was done out of habit. She leaned back against the couch and regarded the angel in the dim lighting of her apartment, still beautiful as ever.

He'd asked her what she wanted to do, and she could think of a few things, but she kept them to herself, a sly grin on her pretty face. Ari couldn't hardly help but to fantasize about the man sitting on her sofa, his broad shoulders and strong arms most enticing to her. She sat for a moment, lost in wondering what it would be like to be held in those arms, and she had to snap herself out of her little fantasy. She realized that he was still waiting on her response as to what she wanted to do. She actually gave the question a moment of ponderance before she snapped her head back up.

"This is going to sound strange and I swear I mean no harm, but I would much like to be held. I daresay it's been decades since I've been held by anyone. Would you mind?" she said, putting on the best sweet and innocent smile she could muster.

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Malachi was almost getting used to her small obsession with touching his face as well, although he notable did stay as still as a statue when her hands were on him. Whether to keep himself from moving or out of fear for what she may do it was hard to say-- Chi was apparently a quite unreadable sort despite his predictable nature. "You've got me figured out already, I see." He grinned when her hand left him, looking boyish and young for a moment despite that strange veneer of age the angel seemed fond of. He looked to be in his mid to late 30's, odd for one as blessed with everlasting beauty as he. Still, after awhile Chi had tired of looking 20-something for several thousand years, and for the past little while he'd been enjoying a slightly more aged appearance. He could 'cure' it at the drop of a hat, but like growing out one's hair, he'd have to wait to age again.

Her emotions shifted and rippled after his question, and he sat back to sort-of 'tune in.' Araceli's attraction to him was still not lost on the angel, but as long as she was not trying to actively seduce him, the angel supposed he could abide with it. The whole situation was certainly much more interesting that those he usually found himself in. Her attraction turned to thoughtfulness, though, which tasted like bird feathers smelled and felt like a teardrop when it rolled down your cheek. Chi had never been the type to analyze his empathic synaesthesia, he just knew it instinctively for what it was. He wondered if she would share whatever it was that she was pondering.

The angel was certainly surprised by her answer, but at this point it wasn't quite novel-- everything Ari did shocked Chi. "To be held?" Dark brows arched in thoughtful surprise. Yet another thing he didn't normally attribute to vampires-- cuddling. The notion of it didn't really set off any of the sin/temptation alarm bells in Chi's mind, though, and he had to admit that, after the day he'd had-- he'd looked Lucifer in the eye that day, and carried a bloody, beaten ragdoll of a friend home to try to heal...he could benefit from being close to someone. Especially someone whose company he enjoyed, who could keep him ceaselessly distracted. No, there seemed to be no threat in her question. "I...well, I don't see why not."

With a wiggle, the angel shifted rather adorably lengthwise onto the couch, soft wings splayed behind him and back propped on the couch's armrest. "Come," he said softly, with a smile and an arm outstretched to take one of hers. "How disarming-- you must have me by the claw, look at me catering to your whims, צִפּוֹרָה."

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"How disarming-- you must have me by the claw, look at me catering to your whims, צִפּוֹרָה."

Ari grinned triumphantly as Chi moved to the side, making a space for her in his arms. She laid her head on his chest and felt his arms wrap around her, their warmth making her feel completely at home. She nuzzled her head and closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh. She was feeling pretty damn blissful and she didn't think there was much that could bring her down at the moment. As far as she was concerned, Chi's arms were the only heaven she'd even known.

She tilted her head up, her hand brushing against the light dusting of hair on the angel's forearm and said, "You've been calling me something in a foreign language and I am ever so curious as to what it means. But to tease you, I shall also give you a name in a language you do not understand," her smile vivid and her hazel eyes smoldering with delight. "I think I shall call you... bellezza piumata. Yes, that is quite fitting of you," she said with a giggle.

Her head turned back down and she inched her body even closer to his, though they were already quite squished together on her narrow couch. She could feel his heartbeat, her ear pressed against his chest and she sat quietly for a few moments, reveling in the sound. She had no thoughts about the future, no thoughts about the past. The fact that she been shot through only a short while ago didn't cross her mind. The only thing that was going through her head was the steady beating of the angel's heart and the slow, even rise and fall of his pleasant, muscled chest, and she was perfectly contented.

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Malachi let his eyes close for a moment as he felt the little vampire snuggle into him, letting his mind sink into the thoughtless comfort of having someone so close. His blue eyes opened again as her head turned up towards his, though, feeling that she had something to say. He couldn't help but chortle when she giggled girlishly at giving him some nickname which defied his linguistic abilities. He though bellezza might mean something like beautiful, but he didn't have any real idea. Piumata sounded like plumage, a little-- perhaps wings, or something. Beautiful wings? No-- surely it was something else. "Hah, you have me stumped, there. Italian is curiously very far from Latin. I call you tzipporet, though; 'little bird' in Hebrew. I tend to make a habit out of giving people Hebrew nicknames. It's a very rich language."

So very lacking in mystery he was. Chi didn't mind explaining himself to her, for there wasn't all that much to explain. He lay still for a moment after that, content in the feeling of the girl trying to inch closer to him. That contant empathic sense was like honeyed fruit in his mouth, now, and soft feathered grasses along his legs. It was happiness, always a welcome sensation, one that poured through him like a warm river. "I may not be a mind-reader like you, but I am something of an empath. You're very happy...it's a very nice emotion to pick up on. I'm glad." He also realized suddenly that she really hadn't lied to him once since she'd met him. He knew deceitfulness, if one lied with some sneakiness or deviance on their mind. It tasted like gunpowder, felt like cold steel on his lower spine; but he hadn't felt like that since he'd met Araceli, so if the little vampire was a liar (which Chi did not think was true) then she was an exceptionally good one. He let his eyes fall shut again, suddenly overwhelmed by the exhaustion he'd been ignoring over the past few days he'd been awake. Not enough to sleep, but certainly to lie placid and content on the couch, immobile, for quite awhile.

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Ari giggled again--a rather rare occurrence for her--when he told her that he called her a little bird. She said his pet name out loud, testing the word on her tongue and found that it wasn't nearly as good as when he said it. Her Italian accent ruined the spice it had to it. She wrinkled her nose softly with another tinkling laugh, her velvety voice saying, "Sounds better when you say it."

She inhaled deeply, breathing in his heady scent with pleasure and continued to listen to his deep breathing. Though when he spoke, she listened carefully, tilting her head up so that her lips and nose where pressed against the crook in between his head and shoulder. She nuzzled the soft skin above his jugular and sighed, her breath blowing out against his neck. "You're very happy..." he said, his voice nigh above a whisper. She smiled, a bit embarrassed, even though he couldn't see it and replied, "That is because you are very good at making me happy, bellezza piumata," her own voice a delicate whisper against his neck.

The hand that was draped across his chest dipped in between his arm and side, and she stroked the feathers of his wing, smiling at their lovely texture. She would have suggested they move to her bed, which was much wider and more comfortable, but she figured it would make him uncomfortable. Hell, it was bringing out naughty thoughts in her own mind; delicious flashes of naked flesh against naked flesh and she sighed again, her body squirming slightly at her fantasies. Hush! she told her brain. The angel had just told her he was an empath, able to pick up on the emotions of those around him and she quickly tried to quell the raw arousal that she was sure her stupid brain was exuding. She was perfectly content to stay where she was, for the time being, and she didn't want her horn-dog brain screwing things up for her.

But, alas, some things one just cannot control, and so she tried as hard as she could to stuff her visions down deep into a little box in her brain, hidden away in the shadows.

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Malachi couldn't help a chortle as the Italian attempted Hebrew. It was adorable, the way her rich accent made the word sound, and followed by that singular laught of hers, Chi couldn't help a laugh. An angel's laugh was a lovely sound, if rare, the sort of thing that seemed to light up a room.

"Ah!" The bear of a man jumped slightly as he felt a quite unexpected breath of cool air across his neck, one of the arms that was twined around the girl twitching mildly. He'd surely have laughed again after that, except for the near-whisper that slid against his neck like warm honey. Chi's brows raised as he looked down at her without turning his head, clearly aware that the way she'd said it implied a bit more than the innocent words she spoke. He studied her a moment more, trying to once again convince himself that she was not actively trying to seduce him, it was just a natural process. And he wasn't being seduced, no, not at all. Not even a little. She's just a friend, just...

Ack. And so, in the middle of Chi's attempt to assuage the fact that he was becoming quite enamored with the Italian vampire in his arms, two things occured to make the task even more arduous. The first was a gentle touch on his wing, a region of the angel much more sensitive than one would expect. His wings were quite a bit more structurally complex than birds' wings, and had more nerve endings in him. Thus, the small, low sound he couldn't keep himself from making-- "Mmh..."

And then, that second thing, the hot arousal rolling off of Ari, made his endeavor to stay detached doubly hard. It was not enough to feel her squirming slightly, almost on top of him, but his synaesthetic experience of arousal was like coffee and chocolate in his mouth, and a light pressure on his inner thigh, which didn't help. The angel felt his toes curl, his mind on spin-cycle. Still, though, he could feel that sense of arousal fading as it was also twinged with a light panic.

He didn't know what the hell else to do, so Malachi laughed slightly, more a low chuckle than anything else. "I'm now in the very difficult position of wanting to beg you to stop and simultaneously to beg you to continue whatever it is you're doing to me, young lady." He looked down at her with a sort of exhilarated fear, the sort of thing he felt in runaway trains or when flying through a thunderstorm. He felt himself at a sort of turning point; whether to push the envelope and stay longer to see where the rabbit-hole ends, or to be a good angel and go home to his church and say 50 Hail Mary's.

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"I'm now in the very difficult position of wanting to beg you to stop and simultaneously to beg you to continue whatever it is you're doing to me, young lady."

Ari lifted her head up, propping an elbow against the arm of the couch, now eye to eye with the heavenly creature, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her second hand--the one that wasn't propped against her head, now began to ease its way across the angels chest, light fingers grazing delicately, brushing against his skin where it was exposed from underneath his shirt. She brought her hand up so that it grazed the side of his neck, her light, cool touch, reverent.

When her hand finally reached the side of his face, she said, "I suppose I could be the cliché Vampire and ask you to beg for me to continue, but I've never much been one for begging." She was distinctly aware of her breasts, her very womanhood pressed tightly against the angel's body and she could only stare into his eyes, her own hazel iris's smoldering with passion. Rather, a strong man is one who I would give myself to."

And with that, she pressed her supple lips to the side of his mouth, letting her kiss linger for a few moments, a sensual smile playing on her features, serving only to illuminate the fire burning inside of eyes, inside of her body. She hadn't intended for this to happen, hadn't planned on it, but she wanted the angel, and she wanted him desperately. She pulled her head back from her kiss and gazed deeply into his beautiful, wisdom-filled eyes, if only to gauge his reaction to her. Even though she was completely aroused, there was still a small fear that lurked annoyingly in the back of her head. Fear of rejection, fear of her temper, fear of so much. She took a heavy breath, the air nearly catching in her throat as she awaited his response.

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Chi was still someone tense even as her hand crossed his chest and traveled up his neck to that now-familiar caress of his face. His gentle smile met her burning eyes, the tension between the two nearly thick enough to cut with a knife. He felt her passion like waves of sunlight, burning but pleasant, unceasing. The angel was still waffling over what he should do until she fell to him with a kiss, which he found himself unable to resist. There was a desperate ache in her touch that he found echoed in himself, and how could he say no?

Ari pulled away for a moment to study his reaction and their eyes locked easily, the usual tenderness in Malachi's gaze now mixed with a rare desire, like a low-burning flame or a running tide. He tasted her fear like ammonia in the back of his throat, and smiled reassuringly through his desire. "άγρια καρδιά-- Come here, Araceli Lucani, with your wild heart." It was now the angel's turn to take her little face in his hands, a soft caress with a slight pull to bring her face back to his for a passionate kiss.

The angel's head was spinning quite nicely now as he let his mind sink into bliss. Chi's other hand slowly traced the line of her back, her skin still hidden to him beneath her white dress. The vampire's whole body was cool like a stone, but not quite cold to the touch-- pleasantly titillating, really. The whole experience was curious and intoxicating to the winged man, his white pinions stretching out further at the faintest touch of Ari's hand.

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She kissed him deeply, longingly and with an abandon that she'd scare ever felt before. Her fingers cupped his face, her tender lips now fast against his. She was basically on top of him, and the left strap of her dress fell off her shoulder, leaving the skin bare. She pushed herself up, breaking their embrace for a mere moment, only to look deeply into his eyes. All she wanted was a confirmation, she needed to know that he wanted her as desperately as she wanted him. There was a fire in his eyes, a flickering flame, that reflected her own and she was satisfied, dipping her head once more to press her lips to his. Her dress had risen up on her legs, her bare, toned thighs now wrapped around the angel's body. She snaked her hand up his blue t-shirt, her touch delicate against bare skin, and she pulled up the hem, the light dusting of hair upon his beautifully muscled chest making her grin with delight, even as her lips were pressed against his. She released his lips from her own and tilted her head to the side, her silken brown hair falling over her shoulder. She pressed her mouth against his neck, alternating between kissing it and tracing small circles with her tongue, her hot, heavy breath pulsing against his supple flesh.

She pressed once last kiss into his neck, moving slightly upwards to nip at his earlobe and then pulled back. She grinned wildly down at him and then climbed off of his body and the couch. She stood next to him, taking his hand in hers and pulling it towards her chest, where her still heart would be crazily beating if it was still animated. The strap of her dress had fallen down her shoulder and now one of her full breasts peeked out from the top of the neckline, rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She pulled him up off the couch by the hand, gently, but with a demanding behind her motions that was urgent and filled with need. Walking backwards, her eyes never once leaving his, she led him into the dim lit hallway and pressed herself against the door, one hand tucking behind her back to twist the knob, her back and bottom tight against against the wooden barrier. When the knob finally twisted fully and the door gave way, she backed up into the room and pulled him along with her. She pulled on the hem of his t-shirt, her hands eagerly crawling the plane of his glorious chest and then pulled it over his head, his bare and muscled skin an absolutely beautiful sight to her. She ran her lips along the ridge of his shoulder spreading soft, warming kisses across his skin. She looked back up to him, her hands on either shoulder and she had to breathe deeply to calm herself.

Never before in her long life had she felt this way, this burning need for someone so poignant and demanding. He made her feel glorious and beautiful, like her body was something to behold simply in the way he touched her, held her, caressed her. Almost timidly, her eyes downcast, she brushed the other strap of her dress off of her shoulder and pushed the dress down, the fabric falling in a soft cotton pile at her feet. She was now bare to him, save the pair of wine red panties she wore and she looked back up to him, her body now willingly his to claim for his own.

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Chi sank into her kiss, his blinding need matching her deep longing. The hand that had been on her face traced to her ear and then down behind it to graze along her neck before it sank to caress her perfect collarbone. Her light fingers along the bare skin of his torso made him inhale deeply, the angel's senses flooded with fuel to feed the fire of his passion. His hands continued to wander over her fascinating frame, exploring soft skin and inviting curves with a reverence and appreciation and thinly-supressed, trembling need. With a few small movements of his legs, Malachi had his shoes kicked off onto the floor, legs now free to twine with hers.

Her lips left his for a moment, only to descend upon the man's neck, elliciting an audible cry of pleasure from him. The angel could feel blood rushing downward, his heartbeat quick, excited even as she pressed a last kiss into him before standing. He matched her grin with a very saucy, coy look for someone so straight-laced, standing fluidly at the first suggestion. At this point, Malachi by no means needed to be dragged to bed, his thoughts racing blissfully as the lady led him, his eyes only for her. He'd let his hands slide around her waist as they went, occasionally slipping down to caress a shapely thigh. They entered the hallway, and then the door, and Chi had to pull his wings into himself a bit to fit through-- the way he'd been, wings splayed by her touch, made it hard to maneuver well through small apartments.

The angel directed her, now, a step further up against the nearby wall, gentle and urgent as ever. The feel of her cool hands on his chest, flushed and warm from the heat of the moment, sent dizzying chills down his spine, and in a flash the shirt was off and gone from his thoughts entirely. He was by nature an incredibly attractive man, strong and with sun-tinged skin that was as warm and inviting as the rest of him. He bent his own great head toward hers, inhaling deeply as she kissed along the line of his shoulder and exhaling a cool stream of air along the line of her neck. A hungry kiss was planted there, his arms encircling the little woman, pressing the whole length of himself against her.

She stopped, then, for a brief moment, with her hands on his broad shoulders, their eyes locking as before. Ari looked down for a moment, with an endearing sort of shyness, to shed her dress like an old skin. And an old skin it was-- the dress had been pretty, but to compare it to her bare body was like pebbles to pearls in the angel's mind. A smile rose to his face as he neared her again, their noses touching as he whispered-- "Is there no way in which you're not perfect?"

Passionate lips locked with hers again as his hands slid down her body, reverent and indulgent, until they slid under her bottom to pull her upwards a little against the wall, parting her legs so that he could pick her up, her womanhood resting deliciously against the growing hardness that belied the angel's deep desire. Taking her little frame up into his arms seemed, as before, to be no feat for him, practised muscles lifting her like a precious doll. As his wings spread a bit behind him, he kept one arm beneath Ari to support her as another slipped up her ivory back to keep her pressed against him, the feeling of bare breasts upon his chest quite divine.

With a few steps, he had them to the bed, his lips breaking from the vampiress's to lay her gently down on her bed. He stood for a moment to admire her breathtaking beauty, his admiration apparent in his eyes, before crawling above her. As Chi's lips descended once more to hers, and then to her ear, and down her neck to her collarbone, moving slowly and deliberately, it was clear his only motive was to make this woman feel like the queen he saw in her.