<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - </span></strong></sup><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2965909#msg2965909">Quote from: Darkcide on 23-04-2010, 21:16:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br/><br/>Azrael could hear the young girl's footsteps as she peeled off in the other direction. Presently he didn't care enough to pursue, though he now knew she definitely was not a member of the crew. He was sure if her presence wasn't already public knowledge, it'd be soon enough. So Azrael just shrugged the matter off.<br/><br/>Salonika made her way around him slowly, speaking all the while as he tilted his head to the side slowly and listened. "I'm not afraid, and you couldn't hurt me...I hate head games." he growled out as his nostrils flared lightly. Azrael was definitely getting annoyed with the effect she was having on him, and his fists lightly balled up. For a moment his eyes wandered to the open lab coat, and he smirked lightly upon seeing her tattoo briefly. Azrael breathed in silently as he closed his eyes, retreating inside of his head to the place of calm he had. The one bit of him that wasn't consumed with the beast. However this was abolished when he heard the cloth hitting the floor. <br/><br/>Opening his eyes, Azrael took in a small breath and whispered "I can create new and interesting ways to kill people...but it appears you're in heat, and is there a reason why you're exposed behind me?" Glancing back over his shoulder for a moment, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes as he turned to face the woman slowly.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>A coy demur smirk would fashion across her facial expression.  As he turned, a small breath is taken as if the wind had been taken from him.   While he would toss a defensive comment up at her.   By claiming he could be creative with creating new ways to kill people.    It would seem to unphase her.  As she suddenly steps in and gives a quick hard kiss.   That spoke of taking, as a primal bitch in heat.   She pull back from the kiss, but lets her body continue to press against his.<br/><br/><em>"You know death,  and knowing only death leads to death.  I shall show you life, and I shall make you great."</em>With finishing her words, she would once again press another kiss.  This time deeper,  more invasive as her tongue sought yours.    As she pressed hard up against you.<br/><br/>It is more then the forceful nature, it is the lack of fear she shows.   The lack of inhibition with being with you.   Even with the threat of possibility that someone could walk in on them in the lounge.   An the fact she had to know, someone else had been near.   You had pointed it out.<br/>