Written for the prompt(s): Valentine’s Day
Summary: Ariel and Leila meet at the crossroads…
Author’s notes: Special thanks to Kat for pinking this for me and helping me with the title.
Ariel sauntered down the dusty road, until he reached his destination; an oak that marked the crossroads. Known as the Lion of God, he had fought alongside the archangels in the war between Heaven and Hell. He leaned against the tree, the fading sunlight through its leaves dappling his black t-shirt and faded jeans. A light breeze played with his silky white hair as he folded his brawny arms across his chest and waited. The corner of his mouth curved upwards in a smirk as he thought about her. She was forbidden fruit, the apple of his eye, with a smoking hot body and luscious red lips. All the better to kiss you with, my dear… He groaned softly, just thinking about her.
The evening sky gradually faded to black and here on some dusty back road in the middle of nowhere, the stars began to awaken. Ariel’s smirk broadened into a smile. He stood straighter, and fishing a pocket knife from his back pocket, he cut his palm. As the blood welled up in his hand, he walked out into the middle of the crossroads and drew a heart with his blood in the dirt. He stood there, gazing up at the night sky, and waited.
The sharp scent of sulfur wafted in on the breeze as tendrils of black smoke slowly coalesced into her feminine form. She stepped forward, hugging him from behind. “Miss me?” she said, her voice low and sultry as she pressed herself against him.
He turned in her arms. “What do you think?” he smirked as he held her close.
She laughed. “I think there’s an angel playing with my heart.” She smiled, and licking her lips, she titled her face upwards and kissed him.
“I would never play with your heart, Leila.” Ariel frowned.
Leila reached up to cup his cheek. “I know. I was just teasing you, my serious little angel,” she said saucily. She giggled when he blushed. “Oh, Sweetie, don’t you know I love you?” She ruffled his hair.
“Can a demon love?” he said and he looked so much like a lost little boy that she felt bad for even teasing him.
“As much as an angel can.” Leila flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and smiled. She knew she was a vision in her white dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. It showed about an inch of flesh between its hem and the top of her thigh high boots, and it was one of Ariel’s favorites.
“Leila!” he whined. He wanted her and they both knew it, but this flirtation was all part of the game.
“What, Ari?” She stepped back from him. Hands on her hips, she smirked at him.
He reached for her. “Please?” he begged.
Leila easily eluded his grasp. “And if I say no?” He looked so pained that she felt bad. “Come’re.” She stood there, holding her arms open wide. He stepped into her embrace and she held him close. “I’m sorry, my love, but I have to go.”
Ariel groaned in frustrated desire.
“It’s the midnight hour and all and I have to work…” She sighed. “So many men, so little time.”
“But it’s Valentine’s day.”
“I know! Tonight was made for broken hearts and wet dreams!” She nuzzled his cheek. “I promise, I’ll slip away and find you and we’ll-”
“Make sweet tender love to each other?”
“Have the best sex you’ve ever had,” she finished as if he had never interrupted her. “I promise…”
“A demon’s promise.” Ariel frowned as he let go of her.
“A demon who loves her angel’s promise.” She kissed him long and hard as she faded from his embrace, leaving him alone in the middle of the road.
Ariel growled in frustration. He kicked at the dirt and turning on his heel, he walked back the way he came. He hoped next time they could be together, as he had fallen in love with her and each moment she was away from him felt like an eternity.