AU-Verse, Lucifer/Anna - Part 3 - End
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Lucifer [vilify]
He is patient, calm, better able to separate his feelings from the physicality of his vessel. Nick is dead, after all, and little more than a worn out container by this point. Although he can't forcibly remove the spiritual 'plaster' Michael and the other angels are covered in, he knows all angels are strong enough to break through it on their own. Even little Castiel did. All it takes is a little incentive.
He runs his fingers down the sensitive skin of her throat, and though the affection he has for her never fades (and won't unless she defies him in his goals), there are memories just at the edges of grace, promises of things better: vices so pleasurable and powerful they've broken human souls.
babydoll
Anna is more than capable of differentiating; this vessel had always been hers. Created and grown with her soul at it's core. She knew it as well as she knew her grace. Longer than any Angel had known a vessel. But it's the difference of the two that keeps her flip flopping between them. It's her shell that, while it had been worn down over the years, especially lately, it had been slapped right back on when Michael finally got his hands on her again. The last thing she'd wanted had happened.
But here was his younger brother, coaxing her to break through it again. The least lightly of all the Angels she would have thought to help her. There were many misconceptions about the Devil, but Anna wasn't usually one to admit even she had been duped.
The sensation of fingers threading through hair, almost mimicked by the hairline touches from her vessel's fingertips, floats through her grace, touching on those memories, feelings. The promises she isn't sure what to make of- Better things, dangerous things that even Anna wasn't sure she could stand against. He was tempting her and she knew it. But did she care anymore, was the question. The tantalizing mesh of energy still tipped her towards him, urged her to listen, to want what he wanted. Not everything- but the want all the same.
Lucifer [vilify]
Of course, Lucifer would be the first to tell her that what people said about him was very far from the reality. The 'Father of Lies' bit was his favorite: he was always honest, but the things he tempted people to do inspired dishonesty in them. Funny, wasn't it?
Demons liked physical contact. Their forms were little more than smoke and ugliness, and so when they got human bodies they enjoyed touching, experiencing. With Anna, though, she had been a human--a custom-made one, even--for so long that he wondered if she ever got bored with it.
He kissed her with a little more feeling, distracting her from any apprehension, letting one hand glide down her ribs.
babydoll
Twenty five years was such a short time for a Millennias old Angel like Anna. She loved her human vessel- though it had not been used as one properly. Her Grace had initially destroyed it; it was unheard of for an Angel to take back their grace, as it were; the 'vessel' hadn't lasted. But she had attachment to it all the same. She'd gotten the very same body back to use as a proper meatsuit, hadn't she?
It would be a horrible lie to say that Anna hadn't explored it, either. It wasn't quite as easy to explore your own grace however, much less the time nor need to when she had still been one of God's little Soldiers. But intimacy wasn't unheard of, especially not with Lucifer. At least not.. Before. He'd been the one to start the ball rolling, after all. Every Angel knew that.
Her hands slide from his chest again, catching around his sternum to pull herself just that little bit closer. Until their vessels are nearly flush together, kisses tentatively lead and followed by Anna's lips as much as his. His touches make her shiver, grace quivering in the echoed sensation.
Lucifer [vilify]
He has more confidence the more things go on. Up until now he had been half-sure that she would back off and launch into 'get thee hence'. He slides her top off without even seeming to think about it; the grace has most of his attention, it's been billions of years since the last time.
While his vessel's hands explore her skin, sometimes gentle and other times more insistent, his grace draws her in closer, no longer keeping her at a distance.
babydoll
It slides off easy enough, though her mouth doesn't return to his when it does- instead tipping down to his jaw, tickled by the stubble and then down to his neck. Anna knows at least, where to touch a human body. Lucifer might, he's doing a good job so far. Her hands are sliding down under his shirt to return the skin to skin contact, fingers digging against his back.
Her grace is turning to putty in his draw and hold, a little less curious and lot more confident. The more they coiled in each other, the further any thoughts of stepping back went. It felt right, like she was originally created for this sort of intimacy, rather than the more carnal pleasures that she knew, and just so happened to be partaking in as well.
Lucifer [vilify]
He created Lust, and in order to be any good at temptation he had to learn the practical uses of it. He created Lust in opposition to chastity, which is why it's so ironic that he hasn't indulged in many of the cardinal sins himself. At least not in a human vessel.
He utters a low sound of approval and the 'world' around them changes, becomes free of gravity. It saves having to think about technicalities.
babydoll
With the lack of gravity, the ease of better movement, it's not long before she's pushing up at his shirt- her height no longer an issue, and off. And whether or not Lucifer cares, Anna does. Son of Adam, all of them had been created beautifully. One of the many things that drew her to them. Her touch explored his chest, round to his back, waning between gentle contact and the occasional bite of teeth.
Gravity or no, there's no effect on their energy; though she's nearly vibrating with the intensity of it all. She'd never quite partook in something quite this far back home, never experienced what she had always been curious about. Michael's restructuring had stamped out whatever temptations had grown within their family early on. But now...
Lucifer [vilify]
There are no landmarks here, no way to tell who's on top, which is what he always liked best about it. Contrary to what one might think, Lucifer isn't insistent on topping; he prefers to be so involved that it doesn't matter, that neither participant can even think coherently.
That poor t-shirt; it's been burned, bled on, torn. He's glad to see it gone. Underneath, the vessel's skin is unmarred though much paler than it should be. It's possible to see his true form underneath, almost like a flame under the surface.
His hand runs down her back, energy burning her skin here and there--just enough to singe.
babydoll
They had something in common then, it seemed. Any time as a human, she'd fallen under the custom of submission, only once having ever asserted a dominant role. But that was when she had no recolection of her eons old self.. Now, it simply didn't matter.
Her mouth pauses it's trail from neck to collarbone, forehead taking it's place as she stares downward. She can see his grace normally, parts of it, but here.. Here her human eyes can see the icy glow from behind. It wasn't often she saw the light of her family with the dull green eyes of her mortal self. It's breathtaking.
But he's well and distracted her again, finally drawing a noise out of her- a groan, eyes closing again where the pulse of his grace is bordering too much for her vessel to handle. But it's touching through to her own grace, like the static contact of a Plasma Globe.
Lucifer [vilify]
It's his true form that smiles, not the vessel. The vessel is too busy kissing down her throat--he felt that groan against his lips.
An expert, natural flicker of energy slices her bra off though the most it will do is leave her skin tingling. He slides it off slowly, hands more insistent now as he traces things that aren't quite Enochian across her bare skin. The anger he felt earlier at what the other angels had done is gone now, replaced by a certainty that he can get her life back.
babydoll
She slides her hand against his chest again, down across his belly, feeling the life force behind it with her nerve endings. She's already coiled tight within it with her own Grace on the ethereal plane.
Her head tips for his mouth, her nails catching against his skin in response to each spot he finds that's just that much more sensitive than the rest. She can feel the symbols, but doesn't even think of bothering to wonder what they mean- not right now. Her flesh might be scarless, clean with only a few freckles dappled from wherever she'd laid in the sun, but her grace is battle proud. Healed from the torture, but old wounds never truly go away.
Lucifer [vilify]
Angels aren't capable of creating other angels, so this has always been about self-indulgence and pleasure for pleasure's sake. It's probably why God resented it, besides the fact Lucifer had used it to corrupt so many of his kind.
He knows how to manipulate nerve endings in a human body--he typically uses them to, in Castiel's case, explode an entire vessel. In this case, though, he simply makes it all hurt a little; just enough to underscore the ecstasy running through her grace.
babydoll
Her vessel had been destroyed once, overrun by pure energy too much to be contained inside of it. It had hurt then, unimaginably so. But here, it's under the static of pleasure, pushing at every nerve and sensor in a way that makes her want to squirm inside her skin. It makes her grace teem with excitement against his own.
Her mouth finds his skin again, biting onto his shoulder, chest pressing flush against his own and grasping. Like she doesn't know what to do with her body, her limbs. It's almost too much for a human to handle, but it's nearly paradise for the combination of both entities living in a single suit.
Lucifer [vilify]
Unsurprisingly, he likes being bitten, the harder the better. Hell, he was probably thinking about just that when he created vampires. Somewhere along the way the rest of their clothes have vanished, and even he doesn't really remember where.
Still, he leaves most of the human work to her; she's more used to it, as he has only ever tempted people to sex. ...He ought to be embarrassed, but the bastard's too proud to feel it.
babydoll
The lack of clothing is rather convenient, and Anna takes the opportunity to press the rest of herself against him- there's no barriers then, no gravity to keep it awkward, no clothing to deal with. It's an odd sensation of her vessel's burn of human temperature, and the icy intensity of Lucifer's grace.
Her hand, curled around his back, drags from shoulderblade to hip, nails leaving dull red marks in their wake. There's only brief hesitation from both human and Angel before she dips her hand between them. She'll kiss away at the mark left upon his shoulder then, tilting t'ward his collarbone instead, nipping at the thinner flesh there. Each little nibble, suckle, bruise she intends to leave is matched with a stroke of her hand, wrist twisting with only a bit of expertise.
Lucifer [vilify]
Biting, clawing; people never really get close enough to him for that, and it draws a light shudder from him, a hitch to his breath. Something else people simply never get from Lucifer.
He pulls her legs around him, slowly, unwilling to hinder what she's doing. He bites her neck in silent encouragement, his grace now tracing every inch of hers with its own peculiar pleasures.
babydoll
Anna's is quite flexible, so there's no trouble of hindering her gropes whilst he tugs her around. But there's desperation slipping into her movements, gripping and clinging to him that much harder- but her mouth is up again, biting into his mouth for another kiss. It's open and slightly ill-coordinated; she's having trouble catching her breath after all.
But she's returning the share of pleasure, feeling and sensation between their grace, her light vibrating against his own with need.
Lucifer [vilify]
He likes the feel of her breath; he's felt so many last breaths that it's exhilerating. He has to keep himself in check, to let her continue dictating the human part of this; he wants to see what she'll do, and curiosity for him overrides need.
Usually. There is no way to describe grace, exactly, but the ecstacy that goes along with this leaves even him grasping at her, breathless and as close to desperate as he ever gets. He contemplates being rid of their vessels, but the thought is only fleeting. Instead he slides three fingers into her, giving in and exploring her mortal self.
babydoll
She can only think of calling it energy, pure creation at base level. And everyone knows when two energies collide and mingle the effects can be electrifying and breathtaking. It's as close to a description that could be thought of, though no one would ever witness the particular reaction but them.
His fingers pressing in is sudden and Anna may not be a virgin, but it's enough to have her stuttering nearly to a halt. Her stomach twitches, quivering in stillness for just a moment; she's horribly wet. And just like that, she's moving again, hips rising and falling against the move of his digits. Her grace flares within her, around her, wings stretching briefly and she glows behind the thinnest places of her flesh. But it's only a brief reaction as her kisses pick up where they'd left off. Her breathy sighs melt into the occasional groan or moan- she'd never been particularily vocal, but there were times.
Lucifer [vilify]
This is the point where he usually gets ready to leave; he likes to go and let his partner hang for a bit. It makes the second time, or the matter of manipulation, that much better.
But Anna has already agreed, already sided with him, and besides he can't say if he'll be able to find his way back to her anytime in the next million years.
So he continues moving his fingers, grace curling inside her along with his fingers.
babydoll
Anafiel might be a little more than livid should he have chosen to do that. He can screw over a demon, a human even, but never an Angel. Or at least not this one. If it meant her death, well. She was already dead, wasn't she?
But he's not leaving, he's still pushing forward, his fingers dragging against her as her muscles flex and tighten around. His grace burns in a different way with her own, the intensity never seeming to ebb from it's flow. Her toes curl and she's lifting again, pushing at his hand to push him out. She'll guide him then, have him grasp himself instead, let her press and sink down and she's shuddering again. Her wings aren't the only part of her tensed and waiting, all her muscles tense, her grace within and around grasping in her own form of desperation. She forgets to breathe for a few moments, though really, it's not terribly needed.
Lucifer [vilify]
With no gravity to worry about it's incredibly easy to maneuver her. Lucifer is inhumanly strong anyway, but without things like weight to worry about, it's easy to get her and keep her in just the right position.
It's also easy to set a brutal pace this way, and his wings press flush against hers as they move.
babydoll
It's his strength that makes it workable- without gravity to pull her against him... But it's, not suprisingly, much more.. more this way. She wants to hold him, grasp and kiss and pour her love into him because he's doing the same for her- but it feels so much better when she leans back instead, back arched, throat stretched as she tilts her head in a heady groan. If her grace weren't already so tightly coiled within him she might have slipped free, digging her claws in, figureatively speaking. Everything is scorching hot and icy cool and there's almost too much to feel at once.
Lucifer [vilify]
He sees her grace, it shines through her skin as she arches her back. Angels were meant to be individuals, but none is as fiercely determined to keep it that way as Lucifer.
When he climaxes, though, it's as if his grace completely engulfs hers, and for several moments there is nothing but Pleasure, the essence of it, as it was when it was first created.
babydoll
By the time it crashes over her, all of it, she's curled against him again, nails biting into the flesh of his vessel, and she's shaking from it. Every nerve ending on fire, from the tips of her eyelashes to the soles of her feet. Not just her body either, but her true self is beside herself as well.
She could compare it to drowning, but the sense of fear and constriction that comes with that sort of death is quite literally on the other end of the spectrum. She can remember her creation as easily as she remembers yesterday, but it feels different in a million ways at once.
Lucifer [vilify]
He runs his fingers over one of her nipples, still watching her intently. It takes a long while for the grace to calm.
He thinks about telling her that this is one of the things he was evicted for, but instead he smiles and kisses her throat.
babydoll
She had her sins too. Lucifer might have been cast out, he fell, but he had never abandoned his grace like she had. His touch leaves her shivering in a weak afterglow, despite still being so strung out as she was.
And she clings to him, not as viciously as before, but more thorough this time. If she lets go- if he leaves, there's no real way to know what would happen. She could stay in limbo, waiting for him, or she could simply.. disappear. He'd find a way, she could believe in that. But for now.. She just holds him, lets her grace cool itself again, though it's true, it would take a while.
Lucifer [vilify]
He is patient, calm, better able to separate his feelings from the physicality of his vessel. Nick is dead, after all, and little more than a worn out container by this point. Although he can't forcibly remove the spiritual 'plaster' Michael and the other angels are covered in, he knows all angels are strong enough to break through it on their own. Even little Castiel did. All it takes is a little incentive.
He runs his fingers down the sensitive skin of her throat, and though the affection he has for her never fades (and won't unless she defies him in his goals), there are memories just at the edges of grace, promises of things better: vices so pleasurable and powerful they've broken human souls.
babydoll
Anna is more than capable of differentiating; this vessel had always been hers. Created and grown with her soul at it's core. She knew it as well as she knew her grace. Longer than any Angel had known a vessel. But it's the difference of the two that keeps her flip flopping between them. It's her shell that, while it had been worn down over the years, especially lately, it had been slapped right back on when Michael finally got his hands on her again. The last thing she'd wanted had happened.
But here was his younger brother, coaxing her to break through it again. The least lightly of all the Angels she would have thought to help her. There were many misconceptions about the Devil, but Anna wasn't usually one to admit even she had been duped.
The sensation of fingers threading through hair, almost mimicked by the hairline touches from her vessel's fingertips, floats through her grace, touching on those memories, feelings. The promises she isn't sure what to make of- Better things, dangerous things that even Anna wasn't sure she could stand against. He was tempting her and she knew it. But did she care anymore, was the question. The tantalizing mesh of energy still tipped her towards him, urged her to listen, to want what he wanted. Not everything- but the want all the same.
Lucifer [vilify]
Of course, Lucifer would be the first to tell her that what people said about him was very far from the reality. The 'Father of Lies' bit was his favorite: he was always honest, but the things he tempted people to do inspired dishonesty in them. Funny, wasn't it?
Demons liked physical contact. Their forms were little more than smoke and ugliness, and so when they got human bodies they enjoyed touching, experiencing. With Anna, though, she had been a human--a custom-made one, even--for so long that he wondered if she ever got bored with it.
He kissed her with a little more feeling, distracting her from any apprehension, letting one hand glide down her ribs.
babydoll
Twenty five years was such a short time for a Millennias old Angel like Anna. She loved her human vessel- though it had not been used as one properly. Her Grace had initially destroyed it; it was unheard of for an Angel to take back their grace, as it were; the 'vessel' hadn't lasted. But she had attachment to it all the same. She'd gotten the very same body back to use as a proper meatsuit, hadn't she?
It would be a horrible lie to say that Anna hadn't explored it, either. It wasn't quite as easy to explore your own grace however, much less the time nor need to when she had still been one of God's little Soldiers. But intimacy wasn't unheard of, especially not with Lucifer. At least not.. Before. He'd been the one to start the ball rolling, after all. Every Angel knew that.
Her hands slide from his chest again, catching around his sternum to pull herself just that little bit closer. Until their vessels are nearly flush together, kisses tentatively lead and followed by Anna's lips as much as his. His touches make her shiver, grace quivering in the echoed sensation.
Lucifer [vilify]
He has more confidence the more things go on. Up until now he had been half-sure that she would back off and launch into 'get thee hence'. He slides her top off without even seeming to think about it; the grace has most of his attention, it's been billions of years since the last time.
While his vessel's hands explore her skin, sometimes gentle and other times more insistent, his grace draws her in closer, no longer keeping her at a distance.
babydoll
It slides off easy enough, though her mouth doesn't return to his when it does- instead tipping down to his jaw, tickled by the stubble and then down to his neck. Anna knows at least, where to touch a human body. Lucifer might, he's doing a good job so far. Her hands are sliding down under his shirt to return the skin to skin contact, fingers digging against his back.
Her grace is turning to putty in his draw and hold, a little less curious and lot more confident. The more they coiled in each other, the further any thoughts of stepping back went. It felt right, like she was originally created for this sort of intimacy, rather than the more carnal pleasures that she knew, and just so happened to be partaking in as well.
Lucifer [vilify]
He created Lust, and in order to be any good at temptation he had to learn the practical uses of it. He created Lust in opposition to chastity, which is why it's so ironic that he hasn't indulged in many of the cardinal sins himself. At least not in a human vessel.
He utters a low sound of approval and the 'world' around them changes, becomes free of gravity. It saves having to think about technicalities.
babydoll
With the lack of gravity, the ease of better movement, it's not long before she's pushing up at his shirt- her height no longer an issue, and off. And whether or not Lucifer cares, Anna does. Son of Adam, all of them had been created beautifully. One of the many things that drew her to them. Her touch explored his chest, round to his back, waning between gentle contact and the occasional bite of teeth.
Gravity or no, there's no effect on their energy; though she's nearly vibrating with the intensity of it all. She'd never quite partook in something quite this far back home, never experienced what she had always been curious about. Michael's restructuring had stamped out whatever temptations had grown within their family early on. But now...
Lucifer [vilify]
There are no landmarks here, no way to tell who's on top, which is what he always liked best about it. Contrary to what one might think, Lucifer isn't insistent on topping; he prefers to be so involved that it doesn't matter, that neither participant can even think coherently.
That poor t-shirt; it's been burned, bled on, torn. He's glad to see it gone. Underneath, the vessel's skin is unmarred though much paler than it should be. It's possible to see his true form underneath, almost like a flame under the surface.
His hand runs down her back, energy burning her skin here and there--just enough to singe.
babydoll
They had something in common then, it seemed. Any time as a human, she'd fallen under the custom of submission, only once having ever asserted a dominant role. But that was when she had no recolection of her eons old self.. Now, it simply didn't matter.
Her mouth pauses it's trail from neck to collarbone, forehead taking it's place as she stares downward. She can see his grace normally, parts of it, but here.. Here her human eyes can see the icy glow from behind. It wasn't often she saw the light of her family with the dull green eyes of her mortal self. It's breathtaking.
But he's well and distracted her again, finally drawing a noise out of her- a groan, eyes closing again where the pulse of his grace is bordering too much for her vessel to handle. But it's touching through to her own grace, like the static contact of a Plasma Globe.
Lucifer [vilify]
It's his true form that smiles, not the vessel. The vessel is too busy kissing down her throat--he felt that groan against his lips.
An expert, natural flicker of energy slices her bra off though the most it will do is leave her skin tingling. He slides it off slowly, hands more insistent now as he traces things that aren't quite Enochian across her bare skin. The anger he felt earlier at what the other angels had done is gone now, replaced by a certainty that he can get her life back.
babydoll
She slides her hand against his chest again, down across his belly, feeling the life force behind it with her nerve endings. She's already coiled tight within it with her own Grace on the ethereal plane.
Her head tips for his mouth, her nails catching against his skin in response to each spot he finds that's just that much more sensitive than the rest. She can feel the symbols, but doesn't even think of bothering to wonder what they mean- not right now. Her flesh might be scarless, clean with only a few freckles dappled from wherever she'd laid in the sun, but her grace is battle proud. Healed from the torture, but old wounds never truly go away.
Lucifer [vilify]
Angels aren't capable of creating other angels, so this has always been about self-indulgence and pleasure for pleasure's sake. It's probably why God resented it, besides the fact Lucifer had used it to corrupt so many of his kind.
He knows how to manipulate nerve endings in a human body--he typically uses them to, in Castiel's case, explode an entire vessel. In this case, though, he simply makes it all hurt a little; just enough to underscore the ecstasy running through her grace.
babydoll
Her vessel had been destroyed once, overrun by pure energy too much to be contained inside of it. It had hurt then, unimaginably so. But here, it's under the static of pleasure, pushing at every nerve and sensor in a way that makes her want to squirm inside her skin. It makes her grace teem with excitement against his own.
Her mouth finds his skin again, biting onto his shoulder, chest pressing flush against his own and grasping. Like she doesn't know what to do with her body, her limbs. It's almost too much for a human to handle, but it's nearly paradise for the combination of both entities living in a single suit.
Lucifer [vilify]
Unsurprisingly, he likes being bitten, the harder the better. Hell, he was probably thinking about just that when he created vampires. Somewhere along the way the rest of their clothes have vanished, and even he doesn't really remember where.
Still, he leaves most of the human work to her; she's more used to it, as he has only ever tempted people to sex. ...He ought to be embarrassed, but the bastard's too proud to feel it.
babydoll
The lack of clothing is rather convenient, and Anna takes the opportunity to press the rest of herself against him- there's no barriers then, no gravity to keep it awkward, no clothing to deal with. It's an odd sensation of her vessel's burn of human temperature, and the icy intensity of Lucifer's grace.
Her hand, curled around his back, drags from shoulderblade to hip, nails leaving dull red marks in their wake. There's only brief hesitation from both human and Angel before she dips her hand between them. She'll kiss away at the mark left upon his shoulder then, tilting t'ward his collarbone instead, nipping at the thinner flesh there. Each little nibble, suckle, bruise she intends to leave is matched with a stroke of her hand, wrist twisting with only a bit of expertise.
Lucifer [vilify]
Biting, clawing; people never really get close enough to him for that, and it draws a light shudder from him, a hitch to his breath. Something else people simply never get from Lucifer.
He pulls her legs around him, slowly, unwilling to hinder what she's doing. He bites her neck in silent encouragement, his grace now tracing every inch of hers with its own peculiar pleasures.
babydoll
Anna's is quite flexible, so there's no trouble of hindering her gropes whilst he tugs her around. But there's desperation slipping into her movements, gripping and clinging to him that much harder- but her mouth is up again, biting into his mouth for another kiss. It's open and slightly ill-coordinated; she's having trouble catching her breath after all.
But she's returning the share of pleasure, feeling and sensation between their grace, her light vibrating against his own with need.
Lucifer [vilify]
He likes the feel of her breath; he's felt so many last breaths that it's exhilerating. He has to keep himself in check, to let her continue dictating the human part of this; he wants to see what she'll do, and curiosity for him overrides need.
Usually. There is no way to describe grace, exactly, but the ecstacy that goes along with this leaves even him grasping at her, breathless and as close to desperate as he ever gets. He contemplates being rid of their vessels, but the thought is only fleeting. Instead he slides three fingers into her, giving in and exploring her mortal self.
babydoll
She can only think of calling it energy, pure creation at base level. And everyone knows when two energies collide and mingle the effects can be electrifying and breathtaking. It's as close to a description that could be thought of, though no one would ever witness the particular reaction but them.
His fingers pressing in is sudden and Anna may not be a virgin, but it's enough to have her stuttering nearly to a halt. Her stomach twitches, quivering in stillness for just a moment; she's horribly wet. And just like that, she's moving again, hips rising and falling against the move of his digits. Her grace flares within her, around her, wings stretching briefly and she glows behind the thinnest places of her flesh. But it's only a brief reaction as her kisses pick up where they'd left off. Her breathy sighs melt into the occasional groan or moan- she'd never been particularily vocal, but there were times.
Lucifer [vilify]
This is the point where he usually gets ready to leave; he likes to go and let his partner hang for a bit. It makes the second time, or the matter of manipulation, that much better.
But Anna has already agreed, already sided with him, and besides he can't say if he'll be able to find his way back to her anytime in the next million years.
So he continues moving his fingers, grace curling inside her along with his fingers.
babydoll
Anafiel might be a little more than livid should he have chosen to do that. He can screw over a demon, a human even, but never an Angel. Or at least not this one. If it meant her death, well. She was already dead, wasn't she?
But he's not leaving, he's still pushing forward, his fingers dragging against her as her muscles flex and tighten around. His grace burns in a different way with her own, the intensity never seeming to ebb from it's flow. Her toes curl and she's lifting again, pushing at his hand to push him out. She'll guide him then, have him grasp himself instead, let her press and sink down and she's shuddering again. Her wings aren't the only part of her tensed and waiting, all her muscles tense, her grace within and around grasping in her own form of desperation. She forgets to breathe for a few moments, though really, it's not terribly needed.
Lucifer [vilify]
With no gravity to worry about it's incredibly easy to maneuver her. Lucifer is inhumanly strong anyway, but without things like weight to worry about, it's easy to get her and keep her in just the right position.
It's also easy to set a brutal pace this way, and his wings press flush against hers as they move.
babydoll
It's his strength that makes it workable- without gravity to pull her against him... But it's, not suprisingly, much more.. more this way. She wants to hold him, grasp and kiss and pour her love into him because he's doing the same for her- but it feels so much better when she leans back instead, back arched, throat stretched as she tilts her head in a heady groan. If her grace weren't already so tightly coiled within him she might have slipped free, digging her claws in, figureatively speaking. Everything is scorching hot and icy cool and there's almost too much to feel at once.
Lucifer [vilify]
He sees her grace, it shines through her skin as she arches her back. Angels were meant to be individuals, but none is as fiercely determined to keep it that way as Lucifer.
When he climaxes, though, it's as if his grace completely engulfs hers, and for several moments there is nothing but Pleasure, the essence of it, as it was when it was first created.
babydoll
By the time it crashes over her, all of it, she's curled against him again, nails biting into the flesh of his vessel, and she's shaking from it. Every nerve ending on fire, from the tips of her eyelashes to the soles of her feet. Not just her body either, but her true self is beside herself as well.
She could compare it to drowning, but the sense of fear and constriction that comes with that sort of death is quite literally on the other end of the spectrum. She can remember her creation as easily as she remembers yesterday, but it feels different in a million ways at once.
Lucifer [vilify]
He runs his fingers over one of her nipples, still watching her intently. It takes a long while for the grace to calm.
He thinks about telling her that this is one of the things he was evicted for, but instead he smiles and kisses her throat.
babydoll
She had her sins too. Lucifer might have been cast out, he fell, but he had never abandoned his grace like she had. His touch leaves her shivering in a weak afterglow, despite still being so strung out as she was.
And she clings to him, not as viciously as before, but more thorough this time. If she lets go- if he leaves, there's no real way to know what would happen. She could stay in limbo, waiting for him, or she could simply.. disappear. He'd find a way, she could believe in that. But for now.. She just holds him, lets her grace cool itself again, though it's true, it would take a while.