"Don't be sad when the sun goes down

You'll wake up and I'm not around

I've got to go

We'll still have a summer after all."

- Lady Gaga, Summerboy

After knowing what a date really means, Adrian is ignoring me, not saying anything to me. His face, neck, and ear are still burning with embarrassment. As expected, he just gives me a shrug and turns his back on me, staring absentmindedly outside. A few seconds later, he takes a seat on the couch, making himself comfortable as he lets out a deep sigh.

Like an annoying demon I am, I take a seat beside him and he tenses, scooting to the right, further away from me as he keeps his gaze straight at the window. Smirking, I turn to him and see that his eyes are trained on me from the corner of his eyes, but he trains it back to the window. I scoot closer to him, humming as I do and the more I get closer, the more he tenses and becomes uncomfortable.

I don't know why I think it's funny that he's being like this – childish, when I'm supposed to be annoyed by the fact that he's being like a little kid who has been refused to given of candies and other treats. Nonetheless in my eyes he's still cute, like a little boo-boo that needs taking care of. Adrian remains silent, crossing his arms across his chest and when I'm near, our clothed thigh almost touching, he tries to stand up but my arm shoots forward, hand catching his wrist and forcing him to seat down beside me again. Adrian lets out a yelp, looking at me with wide fearful eyes and I throw him my usual smirk – the sly one, eyes twinkling with amusement.

My fingers trail up across the skin of his arm, teasing, looking at him. "Adrian... don't be like that to me," I whisper huskily to him, leaning forward and I catch a sniff of his aromatic scent that makes my inside twist in anticipation. "Don't ignore me, my little angel."

Adrian remains silent, lips tightly shut, but it's twitching. My fingers reach the sleeves, tugging it gently and he gulps audibly. I smirk, leaning down a bit closer and he squirms, trying to scoot backwards but he's reached the end of the couch, and his back is now resting on the inside arm of the couch.

Finally his eyes meet mine – those adorable eyes of his are awesome and breathtaking and mesmerizing. I know this is the time to tell myself to stop, but looking at those eyes, getting lost in them, I don't even know if I should continue doing this. All I know is that I have to do this; I have to lean down, lock my lips with his, and let my hands roam around his body, worshipping and feeling every part of him. That sounds awesome, right?

His minty breath is now fanning my face and our lips are few centimeters away from connecting. Adrian unknowingly lips his lower lip, his eyes flickering between mine and my lips. Satan, that's so sexy. Like I just want to ravish his lips until he forgets everything, until his world spins, and hold him like I would when I was an angel, like how my mother would do to me. My palm cups his face, and Adrian leans into my touch, his eyes boring into mine, getting lost in mine, and my thumb gently runs across his cheek, then across his lower lip. Holy Hell, it's so soft and fluffy and so kissable.

"Um, Slate... what... what are you doing?" he asks me, slightly panicky.

I give him a smile just to let him know that it's going to be okay. As much as I want to stop, I cannot. I feel like for the first time, I'm back in my home. Not the Hell, not the Heaven, but here. I don't even know where here is. I just feel like it's here. Damn it. How come Adrian gets to do this to me?

"Your lips are so soft," I mumble, eyes trained on his lips, like it's the center of attention. My eyes flicker back to his eyes, and I see the need there, the hesitation, the reluctance. And I just want those things to go away except the need, and add it with the will. His eyes are wide, and his cheeks are flushed.

"My... my first... I haven't had my first kiss yet," he mumbles shyly, looking away. So I'm his first kiss, then. But he thinks that he hasn't had his first kiss yet because I removed that part of his memory where I kissed him passionately. Now I want him to remember it, to cherish the memory of my lips molding with his, dancing with his. "So I think..."

Leaning down, my lips lock with his and I let out a low growl, tasting the taste of the Heaven in his lips and I don't ever want to stop. He lets out a low guttural sound, arms curling around my neck and that's when I let my magic do the work – through the kiss I make him remember the passionate kiss we shared; I expect him to be mad, to throw tantrums, but his eyes are just wide and I'm looking at it. What he does next shocks me, he moans and continues to kiss me, eyes fluttering close and that's when I stop to worry what would happen next.

My lips are burning – no, my whole body is burning, craving for his touch. The way he runs the pads of his fingers across my skin, it's so erotic and heavenly. He's addicting, like amphetamine that I need to consume every second and if I take too much, I'd get overdosed. Yet I can't stop myself from lavishing his lips. It feels so ironic that he's taking the air out of my lungs yet it seems like he's my primary source of oxygen that I need to intake.

Biting his lower lip, he moans out loud, his nails digging into my shoulders as we kiss ardently. I pull away slightly, making a room for myself just to scoop himself up bridal style and carry him inside my room. I wait for him to protest, to tell me that we should stop this, but instead his palm lands at the back of my head and pushes my head down, my lips connecting again with his. The need, the will, the passion, it's there; it's all there in the kiss. And I feel like exploding. Once we're in my room, I lay him down on the bed without breaking the kiss. I don't want to break the kiss. He tastes so good.

I nibble on his lower lip, which makes him moan, parting his lips, giving me the opportunity to slip my tongue inside him and fuck, that's so sexy. Our tongues never clash for dominance instead Adrian lets me take over completely. My hand, as if it has a mind of its own, grips the hem of his shirt and raises it up a bit until his chest is completely exposed to me; I run the pads of my fingers across his chest and stomach, and every so often, Adrian will say my name in a needy whisper. I pull away slightly just to take off my shirt, then goes back to kissing him. That small amount of time that I consumed just to take off my shirt, it annoys him and I smile to myself.

The kiss grows aggressive, more demanding, as we lock lips for Satan knows how long already – I want this to last. To last forever, if possible. But that would be suicide. I press myself closer to him, caging him as we continue to make out.

"Wh... what... why does it feel like this?" he says between the kiss we share.

Truth be told, I say, "I don't even have an idea. Even the slightest." Then I continue to lock my lips with his. Even though I'm kissing him already, his lips securely locked with mine, it feels like this would never be enough. There's this want inside me that keeps growing and growing, twisting my stomach into knots. The crave gets stronger, the need goes bigger, the hunger keeps staying, telling me that this will never be enough. Never.

I pull away, staring deeply into his hazy but bright beautiful eyes that keep me enthralled. Resting my forehead against his, my breath fanning his face, I shut my eyes and feel the strong and loud beat of my heart, pounding against my ribcage. His heart is doing the same thing, feeling it with my palm, resting against his chest where his heart lies.

My eyes shot open, then I give him a peck on the lips which makes him blush, not expecting the quick smooch and I feel myself smile – not the cocky, arrogant, menacing smile that I always wear, but this smile is rather different – it's genuine, something that I hadn't done ever since I became a demon, a ruler of the legions in Hell.

Rolling over, lying down beside him, Adrian attempts to take off but my arms curl around his exposed waist, then I pull him over me. "Stay," I whisper in his ear, shutting my eyes. At first he's tensed, but immediately relaxes once my breathing calms, chest heaving up and down calmly.

We remain entangled, his back resting against my chest and the more we stay like this, the faster our hearts calm until they are beating normally and in sync. His breathing is now even, and so is mine. I pull him closer to me, closing the gap between us, wanting to be closer to him if any possible. My fingers gently comb his hair, feeling the softness of it. I run my hand through his hair, enjoying the feeling of it against my fingers. Adrian sights in contentment, turning around, now facing my chest. I look down; in his eyes I see that he's practically battling something internally. Then he looks up and meets my eyes; I give him a smile to let him know that whatever he does, it's going to be okay. Reluctantly he raises his hand, his fingers landing on my chest and his touch burns – the good kind of burn. I hiss in pleasure, shutting my eyes, feeling the goodness, gentleness, the softness of his fingers running across my bare skin. Adrian traces my skin, drawing circles and fuck, it feels so good.

My arms curl around him, pulling him closer to me and I expect him to be tensed, but instead he leans closer, his arm draping over my side, his forehead resting against my collarbone. I feel relaxed, better even.

He lets his eyes shut, and I lean down and plant a kiss on his forehead and he heaves a sigh, then exhales the worries and problems he has inside him. My lips tug into a smile, wishing this would never end, wishing that he's not an angel but rather a full-born human. I was well aware that I was making out with an angel, an enemy, but Adrian isn't my enemy. He has never been. I've never felt that when it comes to him. I wish everything isn't so damn complicated.

Is it possible for a demon to have a feelings for someone?

Not hatred; not anger; not enviousness; but rather love? Is that possible to happen to me? Thinking of it as a demon, it's kind of ludicrous, an absurd thought, a laughable thing. But when I look at Adrian's sleeping face, I get this thought that everything is possible to happen. Maybe this is lust that I'm feeling. After all, demons always lust after anyone whom they think is attractive.

The thing is, I don't want to have sex with Adrian. He has a great body, probably a virgin (and I'm sure I'm correct), and I would love to taste his body someday, but... right now, I just like staring at his peacefully sleeping face and what's worse, is that I'm enjoying it when I should be annoyed by it.

"Satan, Hadraniel, what are you doing to me?" I whisper, pressing myself closer, kissing his forehead once again before deciding to sleep.

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