She bit her lip, looking him over. She let her magic change her clothing into an elegant dress, reaching just above her knees. Her hair was done up in an elegant bun, strands of hair falling to frame her face.
“LA is fine.” She replied, smoothing out her dress. “Lets just got…” she murmured, frowning as she added in some jewelry. She might be a prisoner to him, but she’d make herself look the best and act like the best to spite him.
(I just noticed I said LA instead of LasVagas. Whoops. And if I spelt that wrong, that's an even bigger whoops.)
Samule smiled, taking a strand of her hair between his fingers. "You look, beautiful." He winked before dropping it and offering his arm. "Shall we, Rosemarie?" The first time he'd actually used her name in a while, it still feeling weird to say.
He was indeed a little upset she hadn't taken her new found freedom from being an angel quiet yet. But what did he expect? If he suddenly became something he wasn't he'd still play by the old rules too.
(Ahaha I like that. I guessed it was that from the casinos but didn’t say thing anything XD)
She scowled at the compliment but still muttered a gentle ‘thank you’. She took his arm and huffed. “Yes, we shall.” She refused to speak his name. She didn’t like the way it tasted on her tongue.
She smoothed out her dress again, looking at him and tilting her head. He was rather handsome. She did have to admit. Especially now he had cleaned up a little more.
(Feel free to correct me anytime. I tend to be stupid sometimes, lol.)
In an instant they where standing in the middle of a casino. The sounds and bright colors seeming to blare all around them. He knew how easily it'd be to lose her here, so he made sure she couldn't slip her arm away and run.
"Ever play black jack before?" He looked over at her, still admireing her beauty. Was it just the fact that he really hadn't seen a women in so long? Or did he really fimd her more beautiful then every other women he'd ever met?
(Nah fam it’s alright. I’m stupid too XD)
Despite the rare chance to escape, the Angel didn’t try anything. She only slid closer into his side and looked around nervously. She didn’t like casinos at all. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol burned her nose and the loud noises scared her.
“Black Jack?” She bit her lip and shook her head. “I don’t gamble. I’ve been following the strict guidelines of the angels for centuries.”
Samule raised an eyebrow at how she slid closer to him. He hadn't been expecting it, and if anything it almost made him uncomfortable. almost.
"Then Black Jack isn't a good starter for you." He looked around for something less traumatizing. In fact he looked for somewhere that was less crowded so she wouldn't feel overwhelmed.
She shook her head, looking around. The more comfortable she got, the more she moved away from his side. Her eyes settled on him and she let go of his arm, popping a hip out and placing her hands on her hip. Doing so revealed a slit in the dress that stopped halfway up her thigh, showing off her rather long, pretty leg.
Rosemarie felt very self-conscious in the area, feeling many eyes upon her. It was uncomfortable, many of the men here were just looking for a one night stand. She wasn’t that type of female. After all, she had been angel up until Samuel came into her life and not to mention the fact that she was virgin. A man had never touched her perfect body.
She cought him off guard with the whole leg slit thing, and he was in fact surprised. "Are you trying to seduce me?" He asked in a joking tone, knowing she probably wasn't. But rather just taking her slight freedom one step at a time.
Samule shot a glare around at some men that'd been staring at Rosemarie, and put a protective arm around her. Why was he being protective? He didn't really know, but all he knew was he'd absolutely rip anyone's head off if they so much as touched the Angel.
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I am. What would you do if I was?” She asked with a slight tease, looking at him smugly. Now that she was freed from her angel duties she was starting to enjoy the freedom of it.
The smug look was wiped off her face when he threw his arm around her protectively. She looked up at him, tilting her head curiously. “What are you doing?” She whispered harshly, though relaxed when a few heads turned away.
"Well I'd say we skip the cosinos if you where." Samule winked at her. Obviously being suggestive, even if it was just to back her into a corner.
Samule tilted his head at her, wondering if she hadn't seen all the eyes that'd been on her. "Be carful, you are very beautiful." He slid his arm off her when the eyes all looked away.
Marie’s blood went ice cold. She shuddered, shaking her head. “No… no no. I’m not trying to seduce you’ I would rather date a cockroach or a rat before I hook up with you.” She replied with a blush. The slot on her dress lowered a little, stopping just before her mid-thigh now.
Her blush only grew as he called her beautiful, wondering why those words bothered her so much. He had called her pretty before. This wasn’t many different. Right? “I won’t be swept away by some man. I won’t let one touch me.”
Samule chuckled at her response. A rat? How could he rank lower then a rat? The thought only made him grin. Well this game was getting interesting, and if he had to out rank a rat, he excepted the challenge.
He frowned slightly at how she shortened the slit. Even if he didn't really care. He still found her beautiful. "Well I'd gladly hook up with you long before the rat and cockroach."
Rosemarie smirked, gently grabbing his collar and pulling his face close to hers. A soft giggle left her throat. “So, you’d hook up with an angel? Sounds unlike you, Samuel.” she breathed his name seductively and in a husky tone. Her eyes closed to nearly slits as she looked over his face, smirking before she let him go. Marie sauntered over to a roulette table leaning over it as she watched the men gamble for money.
She lifted her hazel eyes and winked at the demon, her dress sparkling in the light. Seems the little angel was starting to relax and get used to such a lifestyle.
Samule let her pull him closer, partly confused, partly not really caring what was going on. She could have knifed him in the gut for all he cared. And if she hadn't pulled away so soon, he'd have most likely kissed the angel.
He enjoyed her tease, and if anything, two could play at that game. Samule simply smiled at her, before seemingly disappearing into the crowed.
She watched him wander off, curiosity brimming over the edge. She slipped into the crowd after him, swaying her hips just in case he was watching from afar.
“Where did you go, demon?” She asked softly, glancing around in curiosity. Maybe he was leading her to a trap or her death; either way she was prepared to find out.
"Right here." His voice in her ear, but him still far away. Why she followed him was a mystery to him. But then again, he had hopped she'd follow. He didn't really know why he was leading her. Or why he left her alone, she could have ran.
Samule watched her like a predator stalking their pray. She looked so easy out there. All alone, he could have easily crept up behind her. But he didn't, something about this angel truly interested him.
She curled a loose strand of her hair around her fingers, one arm hugging herself as she walked. A few other men had noticed she was alone. She avoided them easily, refusing their alcohol and kind acts. A few even cat called for her, whistling and hollering at her hour-glass body-type.
The angel kept walking, eyes scanning for the demon she knew was watching her. He wouldn’t leave her alone.
Soon the angel found herself in a rather secluded area, smoothing out her dress and humming. “I know you’re watching me… why don’t you come out you wretched rat?”
"So now I am the rat?" Samule stood beside her now, a simple lazy smile on his face and a glass in his hand. He'd seen those who cat called her, and honestly if he hadn't been retraining himself, he'd have killed them where they stood.
He held out the glass to her, raising an eyebrow challengeing her to take it. Weather she drank it or threw it in his face, he excepted either. "You're mesmerising." The words falling from his mouth smooth. His tone flirty.
“You’ve always been the rat, you foul creature.” She hissed in reply, looking over at him. She looked st the glass he held, accepting it and bringing it to her nose to smell it.
“Oh? Am I?” She leaned against a counter, showing off her curves and winking. Why was she being flirty back to this wicked creature!?
Despite hating alcohol, the angel lifted the glass to her lips and took a single, small sip. She scowled at the taste. It wasn’t too bad but she didn’t like it either.
Samule smirked at her, "yes, yes you are." He reached out a hand and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.
"Do I still repulse you, little angel?" He let his hand linger on her face a little longer before dropping it. Samule wanted to pull her closer, to keep her away from praying eyes. To make her into a demon.
She hid the small pink in her cheeks, lifting her head high. But she seemed to relax at his touch, and she let him touch her face. “Yes you still do.” She stated, turning her face away from him. Her pink glossed lips tugged into a smile.
“You still disgust me and every foul part of you hurts my soul. What more are you looking for from me? A one night stand? A little slave to fulfill your fantasies of screwing over the angelic race?” She asked not too kindly, sauntering around him and grabbing his tie to once again pull him close. “You disgust me.”
His own smile tugged at his lips, "oh I do plan on screwing over the angelic race. But not by using you." He held up his hands before sliding them around her waist. "Not just one night."
How could he already be so under her spell? That he didn't know, but one thing he did know was he didn't really mind. "May I?" He asked, his gaze drifting to her lips.
A smirk graced her face. She blushed at his touch, not sure if she liked it or wanted to pull way. A soft sigh left her face and an even darker blushed rose at his words. ’Not just one night.’ Did he want to get down with her?
The closer she was drawn in, the more she found herself wanted to kiss him. There was something exciting about him, something enchanting she couldn’t ignore. She tilted her head slightly, her breath slowing. “You may.”
Smaule grinned before pressing his mouth to hers. Gentel, but also craving. His arms holding her close, as if he didn't want her to change her mind. Even if she did he would let her go. There was always another time.
"You are beautiful." He mumbled against her lips, not bothering to let her go just yet. In fact he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to let her go.
The angel’s eyes slipped closed and her body leaned into his. Even if she wanted to pull away she couldn’t find the mind to do it. His lips were so full and soft against her’s and the way he held her closer sent a shiver up her spine.
“Th-Thank you… you’re not too bad looking yourself.” She whispered against his lips, trying to regain control over herself. She was definitely not getting back into heaven now. She was kissing a demon. And she was enjoying it.