With all he had decided to reveal to her, Juniper kept her cool under extremely trying conditions.  She was still a bundle of nerves, however, though that was to be expected.  His idea of their little secret remaining a secret seemed to surprise her.  “You wish to keep Orias in the dark?  Your mentor and fellow demon?" she asked, looking for clarification.<br/><br/>Before he could answer her, she continued on about him being smart and even offered her own conspiracy theory as to why her name was on his chest.  It all seemed plausible to him.  The demon figured there was no way an angel would make and then back out of a deal with his ultimate master.<br/><br/>Approaching him with her hand rising, the disgraced angel pledged her allegiance to his, before now, lost cause.  Well, technically, she didn’t promise him a damn thing.  It was just that . . . he inhaled to gather his thoughts.  While doing so, Juniper’s angelic fragrance filled his nostrils.  Zuureth was genuinely astounded as to how he remained conscious following the incursion of such euphoria.  But there he was, still standing as she spoke of her being the last tattoo, and how she hoped the unjust mystery of why she was booted from Heaven would finally be divulged.<br/><br/>“Yeah, Juniper, Orias don’t need to know a fuckin’ thing,” he said, immediately regretful of his use of profanity, though also relieved that he wasn’t reduced to a pile of ash due to his choice expletive.<br/><br/>And then she touched him.  While he was actually conscious this time.  At that moment, his world reeled, until she mercifully removed her hand from his.  Whoa, he thought.  Best fucking drug ever!<br/><br/>On an angelic high all his own, Zuureth was about to answer her observation about the three of them conveniently being in this apartment, and how this came to pass.  He never got the chance, however.<br/><br/>Keys in the lock!  His mentor was home from his grocery run.  Very soon, their privacy would be invaded by Orias, through no fault or knowledge of his own, of course.  Seizing the moment (not to mention a golden opportunity), Zuureth drew nearer to her and softly kissed her right cheek.  A tingling sensation coursed through his lips and to his core.  He dared not target her lips, mostly outta fear of suddenly disappearing into oblivion.  When this didn’t happen after his peck, the bold demon kissed her other cheek as well.  The same tingling noticeably increased, and he fucking liked it!  But, let’s not get carried away, he correctly thought.<br/><br/>“So, what’d I miss?” Orias inquired as he entered the kitchen, quite pleased with himself and his haul.  He relieved his arms of the three rather hefty brown bags onto the countertop.  “Anything good?  Anything juicy?”  He looked from one to the other, neither offering a response of any kind, verbal or otherwise.<br/><br/>Ultimately, both fallen angel and tattooed demon subtly shook their heads, all eyes on Orias.  The elder demon shrugged and began to unload the bags, focusing on the bounty within.<br/><br/>Juniper and Zuureth stole a quick glance before helping him, while oohing and aahing at his quality purchases.  Dangerously so, Orias beamed with pride.