Orias was roused from his peaceful, if not also disturbing, sleep by a humming sound. Or maybe it was the sound one heard when butterflies flapped their wings. Honeybees, perhaps? But, it wasn’t a buzzing sound, of that, he was sure.<br/><br/>A previously closed eye popped open, an intense solo stare at the ceiling. Were they playing with each other? The fallen angel and his moronic charge? Annoyed, he rustled from his position on his comfortable bed. However, just as he was about to plant a pair of demon feet on the carpet, he reassessed the situation as it presented itself to him.<br/><br/>The elder demon laid back down, and re-rested his head upon the plush pillow. A ginormous grin dominated his face, while soon after, a mocking chuckle escaped his lips. “Yeah, too fucking right,” he whispered. “Like that sweet, innocent angel would ever wanna touch his skanky demon skin.” Now that he was thinking of Juniper, the mentoring demon began to play with himself. Sadly, and quite tellingly, he dozed off prior to accomplishing the dirty deed, his hand still within his boxers.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>Elsewhere, and not all that far from where Orias lay dead to the world, an angel and a demon walk into a bar with a black-and-white, floppy-eared bunny. Oop, wrong story. Apologies.<br/><br/>Positioned on his bed, a revelation was announced. "I think I may be damned," Juniper whispered, her hot breath caressing his ever increasing tingling skin. As if to drive her point home, a hand found the back of his head while she kissed him like she meant it, her eager body pressing into his. Make no mistake. This was no peck on the cheek. Her intentions were unmistakably clear.<br/><br/>And his? Cripes, Zuureth wanted her the first time he laid eyes on her. Until, that is, Juniper’s true identity was revealed. After that, his wanting her increased tenfold, while at the same time, realizing that it would never come to be. Their kind weren’t in the habit of socializing. Her fallen status, however, appeared to change everything. Or did it?<br/><br/>Moonlight snuck into his room via the window with the open blinds. Zuureth had been so distracted earlier that he forgot to close them. Hot, sexy fallen angels tended to have that kinda effect on him. The little light there was still seemed to accentuate her always luminous blue eyes. And did he just catch a glimpse of her wings?<br/><br/>The pair sat there and stared at each other, still situated on his bed, though not quite under the covers. Here it comes, Zuureth lamented, having enjoyed the brief intimacy with her. The demon figured that Juniper had just shaken the cobwebs from her muddled head, finally realizing the error of her ways, and what in the name of the Pearly Gates was she doing in his room?!<br/><br/>Once the fallen angel left his bedroom (whenever that was), the now hot-and-bothered demon ascertained that an appointment with pleasuring himself wasn’t such a bad idea after all. And once again, those hasty plans were derailed. Though this time, Juniper was the derailer. She kissed him, then intensified her kiss until she was forced to break away. Even a fallen angel needed to breathe.<br/><br/>Was she teasing him? Doing all of this for her own personal kicks? Having a laugh at his expense? Uh, perhaps not, as a finger of hers found its way into his hair. It suddenly dawned on him that all this time, it’d been Juniper who’d initiated everything. From entering his room (he was<i><u>so</u></i>glad he never locked his door), to sitting on his bed, to touching him, and most crucially, to kissing him. More than once, it must be added. Say what you will about Zuureth and his demon tendencies, but he liked to think he always played fair. And to him, this very moment was no different.<br/><br/>Zuureth now sensed a hesitancy in her. Were doubts swirling around her mind? Frankly, he didn’t give a shit. She unknowingly convinced him to develop his own agenda, one of which he was more than happy to do.<br/><br/>Since his lower half was still under the sheets, the demon kept it there. Well, he wasn’t about to showcase his obvious excitement to her just yet. His pessimism continued to preach that nothing more would happen between them. So, Zuureth went full-steam ahead anyway.<br/><br/>He began with a kiss. One that managed to linger long enough for him to once again, sample her tongue. An embrace soon followed, which in turn led to him lowering her on the bed. Zuureth remained partially under the sheets (he was a demon, who usually ran warm), while Juniper was completely on top of the bed’s covering.<br/><br/>The vile one snuggled against the pure one, if one could actually envision a demon snuggling an angel. He kissed her again, while slowly caressing her bare left arm. While looking into those vibrant blue eyes, Zuureth pulled Juniper that much closer, enjoying absolutely everything about her. Her bare left arm, however, was as far as touching her went. The demon was not about to scare her off with any self-perceived, unwanted advancements.<br/><br/>Skin-on-skin felt, dare he say it? Think it, even?<br/><br/>Heavenly?