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tampered2008-10-27 11:06 pm
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Practice makes perfect... [Backdated]
When; Day before dance competition
Rating; MA [For adult content]
Characters; Aion and Rosette
Summary; Aion and Rosette practicing for the competition and the devil strikes a deal with the nun...
This was ridiculous. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. Rosette rubbed at her ankles, the high heels the workers at the stadium had given her wrapped tightly on her feet. "I hope you know we're going to lose." She grumbled, glaring over at the opposite side of the dance studio where Aion was standing. "Especially if I wear these." She motioned to the shoes grumpily, stretching out her legs longer then was necessary. She'd prefer to stay as far away from the demon she had been partnered up with as possible.
This was bound to be interesting. Never in a lifetime did Aion imagine having to dance, nonetheless with the feisty nun, who’s been the core of his problem since the beginning. Though the look on Chrno’s face was priceless enough to go through with this, he thought. The sinner deviously grinned and took off his long white coat, throwing it onto the table. He playfully responded as he removed his scarf from around his neck, placing it on top of his coat. “Ha ha ha… to think I would be paired with you of all people… I have to give credit to those fucking deities on this one...” Catching a glimpse of her shoes while browsing through the documents given to them by the workers, he started to cackle as he threw the document at her stating what style of dance they were to do.
Rosette jumped at his laughter, blue eyes snapping over to him only to drop to the card that slid up infront of her. "What the hell is this?!" She reached out, snatching it and opening it. "Argentine Tango?" She made a face, the words meaning nothing to her. Did it really matter what they were going to do? They were going to lose either way, She couldn't dance! And she didn't even want to TOUCH him, let alone be close to him.
The unsureness in her voice made him grin more. He knew this style of dancing was surely going to trigger what he wanted from Chrno. It annoyed him that there was a possibility that the deities may have known what he was capable of but that didn’t matter at the moment. This was far more amusing. “Argentine Tango…” he started as he slowly approached her. “Actually this style is well known from our own world, Rosette Christopher, ha ha… Though…” Standing in front of her he stared down as he finishes. “I highly doubt it’s something you’d be aware of… unless of course, there’s something I should know about…” The eerie glare casted over his glasses, he lightly pushes her into the chair. “Sit down and follow along.” Swiftly turning, he draws his leg back and kneels down on one leg while taking her hand and bringing it towards his lips.
The girl straightened as he walked towards her, eyebrows pushing down warily standing her ground until he loomed over her. She had never realized how much taller he was then she was, and she squared her shoulders in an attempt to look a little bigger. "I've never heard of it." She snapped, only to jump when he pushed her, and she stumbled in her heels, gripping onto the back of the chair as she flopped down in it. "HEY-" Her shout caught in her throat as he pulled her hand away from the other, lifting it up until she could feel his breath on her knuckles. "W-Wah!" She promptly lifted one heel, and planted it against his chest. "QUIT THAT!"
The sinner took the hit before moving on. Scooping her leg with the same hand he held her hand with, Aion stood and lifted her leg over the back of the chair. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face. He carefully sat down behind her as he slowly ran his hands over the back of her arms, his body pressing up against her back. He made sure that every touch was noticed by the other. Drawing his face closer, he whispered beside her ear as he taunted her. “What’s the matter? You look a bit… flushed, sister…”
And what an expression it was, her blue eyes widening to the side of dinner plates as he caught her leg and lifted it around. Her heel hit the ground and she gripped onto the back of the chair to regain her balance, only to suck in a breath as his warm body pressed up against her, forcing her hands down the back of the chair as she leaned forward in an attempt to get away from him, to no avail. her hands brushed up against the insides of her thighs, his warm skin following, and she yelped at his words. With a growl she shoved back against him, kicking one leg up over the chair and whirled away from him. "I am NOT!" She shouted, yanking the chair back a little and stomping on top of it, obviously flustered. "You twisted bastard!"
Aion watched in amusement as she performed the next move naturally as if she had it planned all along. Despite the lack of meaning behind this dance competition, one thing the sinner hated was losing. Getting up from the chair himself adding a spin at the end, he raised his eyebrow to see her follow through yet again. This might actually work… He snatched her into his arms as he spun quick enough for her to react the way he wanted her to. Allowing her feet to touch the ground, he spun her once before placing his one hand onto her shoulder and the other on her hip from behind. “Ha ha… Not bad at all… perhaps there is something you’re not telling me… ”
The demon really just was too fast for her, and she gripped onto him despite herself as he stole her off the chair and whirled her around, the world whipping about as her feet touched the ground and he spun her again, before pulling her up against him again. She had to pause for a moment, her rage sputtering in her chest. That annoying- "I don't know what you're talking about." She growled, looking up at him with challenging blue eyes. She placed her hand on his hip, and tried to push him away as she walked forward. "Let me go!" She took a few quick steps before growling and whipping her leg up, attempting to catch him in the face. "I said LET GO!"
Those tense eyes, though he knew she could do better than that. It was rather… tempting. Tracing the path down her arm, caressing her with his hand, he took in the scent of her hair by drawing his face closer towards her temple. Taking the few steps with Rosette, he timed it correctly to dodge her kick stepping out to the side. Aion snatched her leg in mid-air as he firmly held onto her waist to prevent her from falling. “Bingo. This will work. I must say I’m pretty impressed, young lady. Considering how awkward you normally move, ha ha… No wonder Chrno hasn’t pursued further though after this it may change his mind…“
"WAUGH!" Rosette windmilled as he grabbed her leg, the other buckling and she leaned heavily against his arm, one hand gripping at his shoulder, fingers dug into his shirt while the other grabbed at his collar. Her lips pulled into a grimace, and she shoved against him. "GET OFF!" She struggled to pull out of his arms, her leg only buckling again and slipping off the floor. "AUGH!" She threw her arms about him again, clinging to his neck. "GODDAMNIT!'
“Or… you’d rather try me instead?” Aion mocked as she desperately clung onto him. The demon enjoyed every moment of the dominance he held, watching the girl squirm helplessly in his arms. “How you’ve waited four long years…” he started as he ran his fingers down her calf, allowing her knee to bend over his forearm while resting his hand onto her thigh. “Striving for the moment you’d get your brother back only to end up here…” He narrowed his eyes and dangerously brought his face close to her’s before pulling his lips wider into a bigger grin and making his offer. “OK! Let’s bet on those four years! Black or Rouge… If we win this competition… I’ll give you Joshua back….”
"Believe me, if you were the last man on earth I wouldn’t try anything with you!" She snapped, one foot pawing around at the dance floor until it finally caught, and she took her weight back onto it. The slimy feeling of his fingers on her bare skin and smooth words over her ears made her shudder, and she snapped her eyes up to meet his, refusing to appear in the least bit intimidated. She pulled one arm away from his neck and balled her fists, intending to give him a good punch to the eardrum when his last words sank in.
He'd give Joshua back?
At that moment, he probably could have asked her to walk off a cliff and she probably would have agreed, a sudden light giddy feeling of hope filling her. That only lowered again as she gathered her thoughts. Her arm dropped, back down to his shoulder, blue eyes narrowing at him suspiciously. But she no longer fought him, no matter how disgusting his touch was.
"How do I know you'll keep your word?"
“I’m a man of my word, Rosette Christopher… Though if you don’t want him back, that’s a different story…” Aion slyly added with a chuckle as he purposely allowed his fingers to slide up her leg while she lowered it to the ground. Was she going to buy it? It was a good opportunity to find out just how desperate she was over her precious brother. Staring down at her, he rolled his wrist up, holding his hand out for the other to take; a simple gesture to continue. “It’s up to you… How badly do you want to… save him?”
She looked at him angrily, before reaching out and placing her hand in his, squeezing as hard as she could. "If you don’t hold up to your end Aion. I swear I'll end you." She moved her other hand to his shoulder, blue eyes not leaving his. She didn’t trust him, not one bit. But the opportunity was just too much to pass up.
His eye twitched and let out a light cough as she crushed his hand. Holding back just as firm, the demon straightened up and sarcastically replied. “Sounds promising…” Adjusting his hand placement on her hip, Aion properly positioned their arms and drew her in closer. “Either way, you might as well enjoy yourself, don’t you agree? Ha ha…” The sinner began their session by sternly commanding the steps. “Now slowly step forward and turn…”
Rosette winced as he squeezed back, making a disgusted face when he drew her closer. "Nothing could make me enjoy this with you." She drawled, but didn't fight him, eyebrows furrowing as she focused all her attention on their movements. Several hours later, the blonde felt as if she'd have to take a bath in acid to get rid of the feeling of the demon's slimy hands crawling over her body. Not to mention her poor feet were really about to bleed. "I need a break!" She finally complained, pushing away from the demon and promptly dropping to the floor, hugging one of her feet. "Ahhhghh owwwwwwww."
And were those hours… brutal. His own feet stepped on several times, intentional or not, Aion didn’t object to taking the break. Letting go of the girl at the same time she pushed him away, he adjusted his glasses as he watched her down on the floor in such a unladylike manner. The sinner let out a hopeless sigh as he took a seat himself on the chair. Crossing his one leg over the other, he rested his forearm onto his knee as he ran his fingers through his bangs with the other. This was going to be tougher than he thought. In his serious tone, he pointed out the things that were bothering him in her moves. “Those twists need some work… It’s not as classy as it should be, stomping heavily as you were. I’ve never met a woman move so odd...”
"Well I'm sorry I'm not some quiff you normally hang out with." She snapped, a vein throbbing in her forehead as she glowered over at him. She pulled the shoe off one foot, leaning forward with a whimper and started to massage the poor abused thing. "Maybe if you didn't move so fast I wouldn't have to stomp to keep my balance! You're not as graceful and majestic as you think you know that. "
“Interesting… I’ve been told many times that I was quite graceful, actually, ha ha….” He briefly chuckled before returning an explanation. “The dance is meant to be at that pace or it wouldn’t be considered argentine tango…” Standing up again and placing his hand into his pocket, the demon made his demand as he turned his head towards the high window. “Stand up. Break is over. I don’t have all day to play with you...”
"You're not deciding my breaks." She growled, reaching to take off the other shoe and massage that foot. "Unlike you, I cant keep going for hours without some rest." She glowered at him some more, flopping over onto her side until she could reach her water bottle, groaning. God she was sore.
Aion walked towards the table with the water bottles to grab one for himself when he heard her comment. Turning his head towards the girl and revealing a smirk, he swiftly knelt down before her. He stared directly at her while giving her a snarky remark. “The only way to keep going for hours is through practice, dear sister…”
She took in a deep swig of the stuff, glaring at him before pulling the bottle out of her mouth and promptly squirting him in the face. "Shut up and let me have my break."
Aion slightly hung his head as the water dripped down his face. A light “hmph” escaping him, the sinner shot his hand out towards her, clamping her mouth shut with his hand. A deadly glare, sternly focused on her blue orbs, he deeply spoke in attempt to put her in her place. “It seems we don’t understand each other quite well yet… “ His nails pressing down onto her cheeks, though not enough to break skin, he continued. “I said, I don’t have time to be playing with you all day… now shut up and get up…” Slowly loosening his grip, he gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand as he finished. “For the sake of your precious brother… Unless you enjoy this type of attention from me?” Aion grinned and waited for her response.
"MPH!" Rosette gripped his wrist as his hand clamped over her mouth, and she squirmed taking in short quick breaths through her nose. Damnit, how stupid could she be? She closed her eyes as he pressed his claws into her cheek, and took in a sharp breath when he let her go. This twisted bastard...She shuddered as he smoothed his hand over the abuse cheek, and she rolled over onto her knees, slowly getting to her feet as she glared at him loathingly. She hated him. So much. "Lets just get this over with." She hissed, reaching for one of her shoes and yanking it back on her foot.
He slowly stood up as he kept his eyes on her while she put her shoes back on. Wiping the excess water from his face, slicking his bangs over his head, he opened his own bottled water and took a sip before placing it back on the table. He then timed it well so he could spin her into his arms and out. Positioning himself for the foot routine and waiting for the other to correspond to his, Aion began as soon as she was ready.
Rosette glared at him, before placing her feet where they needed to be so he could kick between them, her lips moving quickly, counting out the steps so she wouldn't trip and hurt herself.
One, two, three. In and out. She was doing much better than a few hours ago, following along smoothly. Spinning one, two, three. The demon lifted her right leg up high against his side, dragging her as he stepped backwards across the floor. Now for the hard part… for her. Aion picked her up and positioned them both before sliding his right leg out as far as he can while lowering himself to the ground. He wrapped his arms around her torso placing his hands onto her back as he held her in close. With his face only centimeters away from her’s, he took the luxury to add in a remark. His warm breath hits her lips. “I think you owe me something for helping you become sexy… “
She narrowed her eyes at him, lip curling in disgust as they hit rock bottom and then slid back up to standing, bodies still close and arms about each other. "I think you've had plenty during all this." She growled, before pushing away from him to twist around, and then allow him to lift her up against him, her nails pressing into his cheek as she caressed it.
A minor sweat drop running down the side of his face and sneering at the girl annoyed, Aion just let that slid as he continued on. Lowering her head towards the ground, arching her back and back up, he gravely spoke back as they ended up standing face to face. “Watch it… If you don’t want me to leave a mark he would find later… Now softly but rapidly… one, two, and…” The two proceeded to work far into the night, trying to perfect the challenging leg motions required in the dance. Turning his back towards the table and ending in his final pose, the sinner grinned and slipped in a comment. “Tomorrow is going to be truly interesting… I can’t wait to see his face…”
"He's not going to give you any reaction." Rosette murmured, finishing with one foot up on the table, and leaning over him, her hands on his face again, blue eyes locked with his. "Unlike other demons, Chrno can control himself. You can't get to him as easy as you think." She pulled away, dropping her foot off the table and turning around with a grumble.
The demon narrowed his eyes; his smirk growing wider the more she spoke. The invitation to fuck with his former comrade was far too tempting. He had to take it. Snatching her wrist, the sinner pulled the girl over the table, forcing her onto her back. He quickly placed himself between her legs and planted the palm of his hands to either side of her to slightly pin her down. “You’ve been with him all this time and you still don’t know him all that well… do you?” Taking his one hand off the table, he slowly glides it up her leg and under the thin material revealing her skin inch by inch. “You’ve corrupted him enough to make him lose his mind, Rosette Christopher…”
Rosette yelped as his hand closed about her wrist, and she stumbled back as he pushed her towards the table. Before she could even react he forced her onto her back, his strong body locking her legs open around it as he leaned over top of her, that same, sinful smile on his face. His words crept into her ears, and she shuddered at the feeling, one arm braced against his chest to keep him from coming closer. "Get o--" she sucked in a breath as his hand worked its way up her leg, and she crained to the side to try and avoid it, her free hand curling into a fist. "Don’t touch me!" her voice peaked, and she swung at him awkwardly.
Aion skillfully caught the expected fist with his free hand while keeping the other on her leg. Placing her hand over her other one on his chest, he took hold of both as he firmly secured them over her head. “Control himself, huh… ha ha ha…” Pushing the material up, exposing her torso, he ran his fingers over her navel, slowly tracing the pants line back to his starting point. The sinner carefully studied the nun’s porcelain skin as he pondered what to target. Drawing the skirt over Rosette’s well-rounded chest, he leaned in towards the inside of one breast as he gravely spoke. “Let’s find out then, shall we?” Parting his lips, he sensually sucked on her skin, long enough to leave a bruised mark.
"A-ah!" the blonde stammered as he caught her fist and then smoothly pinned her hands over her head. She struggled against his vice like grip, her heel digging into his side. "NO!" No matter what she did though, her frantic violent actions had absolutely no effect on the hand that pulled her dress up over her chest. Fear floated inside of her, swelling suffocating as he leaned forward despite her protests, and latched his lips on her skin, hot mouth and smooth teeth against her cool skin. She froze for a moment in shock, her skin crawling in horror; before arching her back and struggling even harder. "No! Damnit! Stop you-STOP!"
Lightly grunting to the heel digging into his side, Aion persisted, successfully leaving behind a devil’s mark. Loosening his grip on her hands, he started lightly then broke into a loud laughter as he stood erect glaring down at her. “Ha ha ha… That’s it! That’s the face… one full of fear and anger… Such an intense thirst for blood… Hate me that much? I don’t blame you… The one who stole your precious brother… the one who took away your peaceful days… The enemy to hate and take your revenge on is right in front of you… But despite that you chose to sell your soul to that very devil for the little hope she carries… You’re truly something…”
The moment he released her hands she had shoved away from him, knocking the table over as she scrambled away from the demon, hitting the ground with a 'OOF!' Rosette yanked down her dress, the spot of skin he had sucked on burning as she skittered back to her feet, nearly hurting her ankle in the process. She flattened herself against the opposing wall, panting hard as she glared at him, pure loathing pouring through every nerve in her body.
She hated him. She wanted him DEAD. And he knew it. She took in a deep breath, trying to school her expression back into control, her fingers balling so tight in her fists that her nails left red crescent moons in her palms. “I think we've practiced enough.”
Rating; MA [For adult content]
Characters; Aion and Rosette
Summary; Aion and Rosette practicing for the competition and the devil strikes a deal with the nun...
This was ridiculous. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. Rosette rubbed at her ankles, the high heels the workers at the stadium had given her wrapped tightly on her feet. "I hope you know we're going to lose." She grumbled, glaring over at the opposite side of the dance studio where Aion was standing. "Especially if I wear these." She motioned to the shoes grumpily, stretching out her legs longer then was necessary. She'd prefer to stay as far away from the demon she had been partnered up with as possible.
This was bound to be interesting. Never in a lifetime did Aion imagine having to dance, nonetheless with the feisty nun, who’s been the core of his problem since the beginning. Though the look on Chrno’s face was priceless enough to go through with this, he thought. The sinner deviously grinned and took off his long white coat, throwing it onto the table. He playfully responded as he removed his scarf from around his neck, placing it on top of his coat. “Ha ha ha… to think I would be paired with you of all people… I have to give credit to those fucking deities on this one...” Catching a glimpse of her shoes while browsing through the documents given to them by the workers, he started to cackle as he threw the document at her stating what style of dance they were to do.
Rosette jumped at his laughter, blue eyes snapping over to him only to drop to the card that slid up infront of her. "What the hell is this?!" She reached out, snatching it and opening it. "Argentine Tango?" She made a face, the words meaning nothing to her. Did it really matter what they were going to do? They were going to lose either way, She couldn't dance! And she didn't even want to TOUCH him, let alone be close to him.
The unsureness in her voice made him grin more. He knew this style of dancing was surely going to trigger what he wanted from Chrno. It annoyed him that there was a possibility that the deities may have known what he was capable of but that didn’t matter at the moment. This was far more amusing. “Argentine Tango…” he started as he slowly approached her. “Actually this style is well known from our own world, Rosette Christopher, ha ha… Though…” Standing in front of her he stared down as he finishes. “I highly doubt it’s something you’d be aware of… unless of course, there’s something I should know about…” The eerie glare casted over his glasses, he lightly pushes her into the chair. “Sit down and follow along.” Swiftly turning, he draws his leg back and kneels down on one leg while taking her hand and bringing it towards his lips.
The girl straightened as he walked towards her, eyebrows pushing down warily standing her ground until he loomed over her. She had never realized how much taller he was then she was, and she squared her shoulders in an attempt to look a little bigger. "I've never heard of it." She snapped, only to jump when he pushed her, and she stumbled in her heels, gripping onto the back of the chair as she flopped down in it. "HEY-" Her shout caught in her throat as he pulled her hand away from the other, lifting it up until she could feel his breath on her knuckles. "W-Wah!" She promptly lifted one heel, and planted it against his chest. "QUIT THAT!"
The sinner took the hit before moving on. Scooping her leg with the same hand he held her hand with, Aion stood and lifted her leg over the back of the chair. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face. He carefully sat down behind her as he slowly ran his hands over the back of her arms, his body pressing up against her back. He made sure that every touch was noticed by the other. Drawing his face closer, he whispered beside her ear as he taunted her. “What’s the matter? You look a bit… flushed, sister…”
And what an expression it was, her blue eyes widening to the side of dinner plates as he caught her leg and lifted it around. Her heel hit the ground and she gripped onto the back of the chair to regain her balance, only to suck in a breath as his warm body pressed up against her, forcing her hands down the back of the chair as she leaned forward in an attempt to get away from him, to no avail. her hands brushed up against the insides of her thighs, his warm skin following, and she yelped at his words. With a growl she shoved back against him, kicking one leg up over the chair and whirled away from him. "I am NOT!" She shouted, yanking the chair back a little and stomping on top of it, obviously flustered. "You twisted bastard!"
Aion watched in amusement as she performed the next move naturally as if she had it planned all along. Despite the lack of meaning behind this dance competition, one thing the sinner hated was losing. Getting up from the chair himself adding a spin at the end, he raised his eyebrow to see her follow through yet again. This might actually work… He snatched her into his arms as he spun quick enough for her to react the way he wanted her to. Allowing her feet to touch the ground, he spun her once before placing his one hand onto her shoulder and the other on her hip from behind. “Ha ha… Not bad at all… perhaps there is something you’re not telling me… ”
The demon really just was too fast for her, and she gripped onto him despite herself as he stole her off the chair and whirled her around, the world whipping about as her feet touched the ground and he spun her again, before pulling her up against him again. She had to pause for a moment, her rage sputtering in her chest. That annoying- "I don't know what you're talking about." She growled, looking up at him with challenging blue eyes. She placed her hand on his hip, and tried to push him away as she walked forward. "Let me go!" She took a few quick steps before growling and whipping her leg up, attempting to catch him in the face. "I said LET GO!"
Those tense eyes, though he knew she could do better than that. It was rather… tempting. Tracing the path down her arm, caressing her with his hand, he took in the scent of her hair by drawing his face closer towards her temple. Taking the few steps with Rosette, he timed it correctly to dodge her kick stepping out to the side. Aion snatched her leg in mid-air as he firmly held onto her waist to prevent her from falling. “Bingo. This will work. I must say I’m pretty impressed, young lady. Considering how awkward you normally move, ha ha… No wonder Chrno hasn’t pursued further though after this it may change his mind…“
"WAUGH!" Rosette windmilled as he grabbed her leg, the other buckling and she leaned heavily against his arm, one hand gripping at his shoulder, fingers dug into his shirt while the other grabbed at his collar. Her lips pulled into a grimace, and she shoved against him. "GET OFF!" She struggled to pull out of his arms, her leg only buckling again and slipping off the floor. "AUGH!" She threw her arms about him again, clinging to his neck. "GODDAMNIT!'
“Or… you’d rather try me instead?” Aion mocked as she desperately clung onto him. The demon enjoyed every moment of the dominance he held, watching the girl squirm helplessly in his arms. “How you’ve waited four long years…” he started as he ran his fingers down her calf, allowing her knee to bend over his forearm while resting his hand onto her thigh. “Striving for the moment you’d get your brother back only to end up here…” He narrowed his eyes and dangerously brought his face close to her’s before pulling his lips wider into a bigger grin and making his offer. “OK! Let’s bet on those four years! Black or Rouge… If we win this competition… I’ll give you Joshua back….”
"Believe me, if you were the last man on earth I wouldn’t try anything with you!" She snapped, one foot pawing around at the dance floor until it finally caught, and she took her weight back onto it. The slimy feeling of his fingers on her bare skin and smooth words over her ears made her shudder, and she snapped her eyes up to meet his, refusing to appear in the least bit intimidated. She pulled one arm away from his neck and balled her fists, intending to give him a good punch to the eardrum when his last words sank in.
He'd give Joshua back?
At that moment, he probably could have asked her to walk off a cliff and she probably would have agreed, a sudden light giddy feeling of hope filling her. That only lowered again as she gathered her thoughts. Her arm dropped, back down to his shoulder, blue eyes narrowing at him suspiciously. But she no longer fought him, no matter how disgusting his touch was.
"How do I know you'll keep your word?"
“I’m a man of my word, Rosette Christopher… Though if you don’t want him back, that’s a different story…” Aion slyly added with a chuckle as he purposely allowed his fingers to slide up her leg while she lowered it to the ground. Was she going to buy it? It was a good opportunity to find out just how desperate she was over her precious brother. Staring down at her, he rolled his wrist up, holding his hand out for the other to take; a simple gesture to continue. “It’s up to you… How badly do you want to… save him?”
She looked at him angrily, before reaching out and placing her hand in his, squeezing as hard as she could. "If you don’t hold up to your end Aion. I swear I'll end you." She moved her other hand to his shoulder, blue eyes not leaving his. She didn’t trust him, not one bit. But the opportunity was just too much to pass up.
His eye twitched and let out a light cough as she crushed his hand. Holding back just as firm, the demon straightened up and sarcastically replied. “Sounds promising…” Adjusting his hand placement on her hip, Aion properly positioned their arms and drew her in closer. “Either way, you might as well enjoy yourself, don’t you agree? Ha ha…” The sinner began their session by sternly commanding the steps. “Now slowly step forward and turn…”
Rosette winced as he squeezed back, making a disgusted face when he drew her closer. "Nothing could make me enjoy this with you." She drawled, but didn't fight him, eyebrows furrowing as she focused all her attention on their movements. Several hours later, the blonde felt as if she'd have to take a bath in acid to get rid of the feeling of the demon's slimy hands crawling over her body. Not to mention her poor feet were really about to bleed. "I need a break!" She finally complained, pushing away from the demon and promptly dropping to the floor, hugging one of her feet. "Ahhhghh owwwwwwww."
And were those hours… brutal. His own feet stepped on several times, intentional or not, Aion didn’t object to taking the break. Letting go of the girl at the same time she pushed him away, he adjusted his glasses as he watched her down on the floor in such a unladylike manner. The sinner let out a hopeless sigh as he took a seat himself on the chair. Crossing his one leg over the other, he rested his forearm onto his knee as he ran his fingers through his bangs with the other. This was going to be tougher than he thought. In his serious tone, he pointed out the things that were bothering him in her moves. “Those twists need some work… It’s not as classy as it should be, stomping heavily as you were. I’ve never met a woman move so odd...”
"Well I'm sorry I'm not some quiff you normally hang out with." She snapped, a vein throbbing in her forehead as she glowered over at him. She pulled the shoe off one foot, leaning forward with a whimper and started to massage the poor abused thing. "Maybe if you didn't move so fast I wouldn't have to stomp to keep my balance! You're not as graceful and majestic as you think you know that. "
“Interesting… I’ve been told many times that I was quite graceful, actually, ha ha….” He briefly chuckled before returning an explanation. “The dance is meant to be at that pace or it wouldn’t be considered argentine tango…” Standing up again and placing his hand into his pocket, the demon made his demand as he turned his head towards the high window. “Stand up. Break is over. I don’t have all day to play with you...”
"You're not deciding my breaks." She growled, reaching to take off the other shoe and massage that foot. "Unlike you, I cant keep going for hours without some rest." She glowered at him some more, flopping over onto her side until she could reach her water bottle, groaning. God she was sore.
Aion walked towards the table with the water bottles to grab one for himself when he heard her comment. Turning his head towards the girl and revealing a smirk, he swiftly knelt down before her. He stared directly at her while giving her a snarky remark. “The only way to keep going for hours is through practice, dear sister…”
She took in a deep swig of the stuff, glaring at him before pulling the bottle out of her mouth and promptly squirting him in the face. "Shut up and let me have my break."
Aion slightly hung his head as the water dripped down his face. A light “hmph” escaping him, the sinner shot his hand out towards her, clamping her mouth shut with his hand. A deadly glare, sternly focused on her blue orbs, he deeply spoke in attempt to put her in her place. “It seems we don’t understand each other quite well yet… “ His nails pressing down onto her cheeks, though not enough to break skin, he continued. “I said, I don’t have time to be playing with you all day… now shut up and get up…” Slowly loosening his grip, he gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand as he finished. “For the sake of your precious brother… Unless you enjoy this type of attention from me?” Aion grinned and waited for her response.
"MPH!" Rosette gripped his wrist as his hand clamped over her mouth, and she squirmed taking in short quick breaths through her nose. Damnit, how stupid could she be? She closed her eyes as he pressed his claws into her cheek, and took in a sharp breath when he let her go. This twisted bastard...She shuddered as he smoothed his hand over the abuse cheek, and she rolled over onto her knees, slowly getting to her feet as she glared at him loathingly. She hated him. So much. "Lets just get this over with." She hissed, reaching for one of her shoes and yanking it back on her foot.
He slowly stood up as he kept his eyes on her while she put her shoes back on. Wiping the excess water from his face, slicking his bangs over his head, he opened his own bottled water and took a sip before placing it back on the table. He then timed it well so he could spin her into his arms and out. Positioning himself for the foot routine and waiting for the other to correspond to his, Aion began as soon as she was ready.
Rosette glared at him, before placing her feet where they needed to be so he could kick between them, her lips moving quickly, counting out the steps so she wouldn't trip and hurt herself.
One, two, three. In and out. She was doing much better than a few hours ago, following along smoothly. Spinning one, two, three. The demon lifted her right leg up high against his side, dragging her as he stepped backwards across the floor. Now for the hard part… for her. Aion picked her up and positioned them both before sliding his right leg out as far as he can while lowering himself to the ground. He wrapped his arms around her torso placing his hands onto her back as he held her in close. With his face only centimeters away from her’s, he took the luxury to add in a remark. His warm breath hits her lips. “I think you owe me something for helping you become sexy… “
She narrowed her eyes at him, lip curling in disgust as they hit rock bottom and then slid back up to standing, bodies still close and arms about each other. "I think you've had plenty during all this." She growled, before pushing away from him to twist around, and then allow him to lift her up against him, her nails pressing into his cheek as she caressed it.
A minor sweat drop running down the side of his face and sneering at the girl annoyed, Aion just let that slid as he continued on. Lowering her head towards the ground, arching her back and back up, he gravely spoke back as they ended up standing face to face. “Watch it… If you don’t want me to leave a mark he would find later… Now softly but rapidly… one, two, and…” The two proceeded to work far into the night, trying to perfect the challenging leg motions required in the dance. Turning his back towards the table and ending in his final pose, the sinner grinned and slipped in a comment. “Tomorrow is going to be truly interesting… I can’t wait to see his face…”
"He's not going to give you any reaction." Rosette murmured, finishing with one foot up on the table, and leaning over him, her hands on his face again, blue eyes locked with his. "Unlike other demons, Chrno can control himself. You can't get to him as easy as you think." She pulled away, dropping her foot off the table and turning around with a grumble.
The demon narrowed his eyes; his smirk growing wider the more she spoke. The invitation to fuck with his former comrade was far too tempting. He had to take it. Snatching her wrist, the sinner pulled the girl over the table, forcing her onto her back. He quickly placed himself between her legs and planted the palm of his hands to either side of her to slightly pin her down. “You’ve been with him all this time and you still don’t know him all that well… do you?” Taking his one hand off the table, he slowly glides it up her leg and under the thin material revealing her skin inch by inch. “You’ve corrupted him enough to make him lose his mind, Rosette Christopher…”
Rosette yelped as his hand closed about her wrist, and she stumbled back as he pushed her towards the table. Before she could even react he forced her onto her back, his strong body locking her legs open around it as he leaned over top of her, that same, sinful smile on his face. His words crept into her ears, and she shuddered at the feeling, one arm braced against his chest to keep him from coming closer. "Get o--" she sucked in a breath as his hand worked its way up her leg, and she crained to the side to try and avoid it, her free hand curling into a fist. "Don’t touch me!" her voice peaked, and she swung at him awkwardly.
Aion skillfully caught the expected fist with his free hand while keeping the other on her leg. Placing her hand over her other one on his chest, he took hold of both as he firmly secured them over her head. “Control himself, huh… ha ha ha…” Pushing the material up, exposing her torso, he ran his fingers over her navel, slowly tracing the pants line back to his starting point. The sinner carefully studied the nun’s porcelain skin as he pondered what to target. Drawing the skirt over Rosette’s well-rounded chest, he leaned in towards the inside of one breast as he gravely spoke. “Let’s find out then, shall we?” Parting his lips, he sensually sucked on her skin, long enough to leave a bruised mark.
"A-ah!" the blonde stammered as he caught her fist and then smoothly pinned her hands over her head. She struggled against his vice like grip, her heel digging into his side. "NO!" No matter what she did though, her frantic violent actions had absolutely no effect on the hand that pulled her dress up over her chest. Fear floated inside of her, swelling suffocating as he leaned forward despite her protests, and latched his lips on her skin, hot mouth and smooth teeth against her cool skin. She froze for a moment in shock, her skin crawling in horror; before arching her back and struggling even harder. "No! Damnit! Stop you-STOP!"
Lightly grunting to the heel digging into his side, Aion persisted, successfully leaving behind a devil’s mark. Loosening his grip on her hands, he started lightly then broke into a loud laughter as he stood erect glaring down at her. “Ha ha ha… That’s it! That’s the face… one full of fear and anger… Such an intense thirst for blood… Hate me that much? I don’t blame you… The one who stole your precious brother… the one who took away your peaceful days… The enemy to hate and take your revenge on is right in front of you… But despite that you chose to sell your soul to that very devil for the little hope she carries… You’re truly something…”
The moment he released her hands she had shoved away from him, knocking the table over as she scrambled away from the demon, hitting the ground with a 'OOF!' Rosette yanked down her dress, the spot of skin he had sucked on burning as she skittered back to her feet, nearly hurting her ankle in the process. She flattened herself against the opposing wall, panting hard as she glared at him, pure loathing pouring through every nerve in her body.
She hated him. She wanted him DEAD. And he knew it. She took in a deep breath, trying to school her expression back into control, her fingers balling so tight in her fists that her nails left red crescent moons in her palms. “I think we've practiced enough.”
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