<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This Tuxedo</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She seemed confused for a moment, her eyes flickering with no small degree of surprise as she blinked at him; it didn't take a genius to work out that she'd seen his eyes change colour, of course, and even to an alien seeing a deep crimson pair of irises fade to blue was going to be a bit of a shock. He wasn't overly worried, though; she seemed to recover fairly quickly, and if she spent any amount of time around him at all, she was going to get used to his changing eyes. Whenever he used any reasonably large portion of his power, he automatically tapped into his Angelic abilities and that required some degree of physical indication of his true nature. Most of the time it was just a flash of the eyes rather than anything dramatic like a beam of light or a glowing aura of dulled gold, but that really depended on how much of his power he was bringing to bear. Not that he cared overly much; he wasn't really in the habit of hiding who he was, after all. Even if people knew exactly who and what he was, what were they going to do about it? Normally, anyway, there was literally nothing that anybody could do to stop or kill him, so why waste time worrying about what the ants beneath his heel thought of him?<br/><br/>Whilst he didn't go around volunteering that information for obvious reasons, he never really bothered denying it either, and he doubted that an alien would have the same hangups about his name as most humans did. She'd probably never heard the name before her arrival on Earth - especially since The Presence, Michael and the rest seemed to have a very loose presence in this universe for whatever reason - which was probably going to save him a lot of awkwardness and suspicion from the outset. However, back to the topic at hand, she seemed to get over her initial surprise really rather quickly - which was so much the better for him, of course - and even though he did not understand her specific words, the empathic link that he had created did work both ways. Initially, she expressed a mixture of confusion and dismay - probably at his lack of a universal translator or knowledge of her language, which was entirely expected and justified in the situation - followed by...something odd. Soothing reassurance? Her features took on a more confident, certain expression and he had to wonder at the source. Did she have a universal translator spare that she could give him to communicate?<br/><br/>That would certainly explain her sudden resolve, but...he didn't think that was it. She wasn't turning to return to her spacecraft, and she didn't seem to be making a move to offer anything. And the way she was smiling...no, she had something different in mind, and he wasn't certain that he was ready for whatever it was. She was of an unknown alien species, after all, and their culture could be wildly different to anything he had even experienced before. Honestly, that in and of itself was the source of no small amusement and intrigue to him; being as old as he was, he'd seen a great deal of variety and oddness over his long life and it was not often that he encountered experiences that surprised him in any way. But what happened next? Oh, that was a new one, and an experience he would be certain to remember. The statuesque, blazing female sun before him took a sudden step forwards, brazenly invading his personal space. His eyebrow cocked ever so slightly. He was tempted to use his abilities to push her backwards and reestablish the boundaries between them, but something gave him pause. Her body language was not aggressive in the slightest, and he sensed no deception or skulduggery in her intentions...and unless she was a divine-level master of deception, he was inclined to trust his instincts.<br/><br/>Being who he was, it was exceptionally difficult to hide ulterior motives from him and his finely honed senses, and he sensed no such threat. Besides, even if there was, what would she reasonably be able to do; she had no idea who he was, so the chances of her pulling out one of his few vulnerabilities was unlikely, and no amount of strength or power even in his weakened state would do anything to really harm him. She could try poison, but again, his body did not work the same way as a mortals, so that would not affect him in the slightest. Really, whatever she could try to do to harm him was absolutely pointless, and to say that he was intrigued by her sudden step forwards and what she intended was an understatement. He had to be honest; she was an odd one, and that oddness had him intrigued beyond words. So as she stepped inwards, he simply watched her curiously, one eyebrow cocked as she leaned in, her eyes drooping heavily, and by the time he figured out what she intended to do, it was far too late to stop her. Of course, he could prevent it after the fact, but funnily enough, he felt no real impulse to do anything of the sort; what happened next was definitely a new experience, and one that he was going to allow himself to enjoy for as long as possible.<br/><br/>The admittedly beautiful woman before him pressed her lips to his in a firm, fierce kiss that had her body crushing up against him, standing up on her toes to reach his mouth in order to capture it properly. There was a moment of surprise as he processed what was happening and wondered about it - was this the traditional greeting on her home planet, or was his charm just<em>that</em>irresistible in this universe? - but after a moment, he decided that he could consider the why's behind it in a moment, after he had fully appreciated the situation. She was a curvaceous woman, with ample breasts and generous hips, and at that very moment they were pressed against him in a tight embrace, her hands sliding up to cup his face and - presumably - keep him in place. Her hands had a surprisingly powerful grip - much more firm than most mortals, so it was obvious that she had at least some degree of superior strength to most mortals - but that didn't matter much. He could have pulled away if he wanted to, regardless of how strong she was, but he didn't see the need. Instead, he leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing her to latch onto his lip with her mouth and teeth, simply enjoying the moment of a beautiful woman with the hair and skin of a star given form deciding to kiss him.<br/><br/>The reason why wasn't all that important, and nor was the fact that this was hardly the first beautiful woman that he'd kissed; he was a proud man, and despite what many people thought, Angels were just as hot-blooded and fond of intimacy as any mortal, and he was not going to turn down the chance to indulge in a pleasure of the flesh with a beautiful new alien species. It just made the novelty of the first meeting all the more pronounced, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn't enjoying it on a baser level, too. As he tasted her, he marvelled briefly at how soft-yet-firm her lips were, how easily malleable her body seemed to be against him and yet how it seemed to have an underlying degree of steel and firmness to it that spoke of a graceful, subtle power and strength that few people could match. His hands alighted idly on her waist - opting not to wander very far, in the interests of not pushing his luck too far - and as her lips closed against him, he allowed his tongue to slip out from behind his teeth to trace against her upper lip. Whilst she was not using tongue, he was not adverse to doing so if it meant returning some of the teasing playfulness that she was demonstrating with her own sultry little lip games.<br/><br/>Of course, he could tell that the kiss was not just a kiss; most mortals would have missed it, but his cosmic senses could feel that she was pulling from the surface level of his mind, and he realised after a moment of consideration that the kiss was likely a vector for some kind of information transfer between the two of them. She didn't seem to be taking anything important - though he did idly lock off certain parts of his mind, just in case - but it did give him a moment of pause...a moment that she used to greedily push herself tighter against him, her curves flowing into his muscled form with enough force that it might have knocked a normal human over. He, however, stood strong and unmoved, simply using his hands on her hips to trace around the back of her waist and help her in pulling closer; whatever she was getting from the contact, she seemed to be enjoying the kiss just as much as he was, and he was more than happy to help the human race make a good first impression on a new alien species. He barely resisted moving his hands up or down, keeping them firmly relegated to her waist; they could explore her more thoroughly<em>after</em>he'd learned her name. He might be the devil, but he did have<em>some</em>manners, after all! Instead, he answered her contemplative hum with a curious, amused one of his own, shifting his head to the side - pulling his lip from between her teeth - and answering with a nibble of his own, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and pulling on it impishly before they parted ways.<br/><br/>She was breathing a little harder than before, whilst he...well, he didn't have to breath at all, so he simply remained breathing out of habit more than anything else (one he had gotten into to avoid suspicion on Earth amongst the humans; people tended to panic when they realised that you weren't breathing). He met her curious, casual gaze with a bemused lifted eyebrow, a small smirk flickering across his face as she opened her mouth...and spoke perfect English. There was a moment of silence as he processed the new information; so...the kiss had been a linguistic transfer, then? The knowledge he had felt her pulling from his head had been the language that she needed to know, and the kiss had been a vector...so why the eagerness, and the sudden greedy intensifying of the embrace? Was the kiss really all that necessary...or did she simply use her ability as an excuse? If that was the case, then oh, he liked her already. He always had a soft spot for people who took as much as they could get away with, he would admit that straight away. If she used her abilities as an excuse to have fun, interesting new experiences...well, he imagined they were going to get along famously.<br/><br/>And given her ignorance of the importance of a kiss and the surprise with which a human would have reacted to it, something told him that her culture was a lot more forward and openly affectionate than human society. If nothing else, watching her learning about human culture was going to be an amusing distraction. But what came next earned a small, surprised-but-amused laugh from him; it seemed that she'd picked up more than one language from him, and it was not an especially good one to be using in this day and age. His eyes danced with amusement and curiosity.<strong>"A touch-based linguistic transference?"</strong>he mused idly.<strong>"Why, that is a <em>fascinating</em> - and useful - ability."</strong>He paused, and glanced down at the point where their bodies were touching, her chest still crushed up against his body in the most delicious way possibly, his hands on the back of her waist.<strong>"And one that allows for a great deal of fun. I like it. Where can I learn how to do that?"</strong>He chuckled devilishly, lifting his gaze back to her.<strong>"I would avoid using that second language in these parts, however."</strong>He let out an amused sound. That was an understatement.<br/><br/><strong>"Earth has a great deal of languages - over six thousand, in fact, though many of them do not have many native speakers - but the one you just used is not one of them. Only a few people in this plane of existence know that tongue, and if they heard you speaking it, they might make...unfavourable assumptions about your true nature."</strong>He paused, slipping his hands to the side of her hips - his fingers lightly tracing over the revealed skin, admiring how smooth and warm to the touch she was - to allow her to step away if she so chose.<strong>"Though I could certainly be persuaded to teach you some more useful tongues. There are no languages on Earth that I do not speak, so I'm certain we could come to an arrangement."</strong>He was teasing her, of course, but...well, he wouldn't object to spending more time with this intriguing beauty of a woman. He was a sucker for a pretty face, and hers was by far the prettiest he had seen in aeons. He was the devil, after all! Sin was part of his nature, and given how bored he'd been recently, he was not about to pass up the chance for a rather more stimulating distraction if one presented itself...and especially if one presented itself in a skintight bodysuit that left little to the imagination.