Dusty Shelves & Old Books(fallen angel Aizawa)

Drive There (7)

Morning comes about, with a cool breeze from a window and your left leg hanging over the edge, of the bed. You flip the bed sheet back and yawn. You feel amazing and well rested, so much so, that any medication doesn't cross your mind. (Y/n) stretches her arms and legs with another yawn escaping your mouth.

'Something smells good?'

"Morning my dear young lady, how are you feeling?" Aizawa asks, with a small smile on his face. The renegade angel is standing in your bedroom doorway, with his right arm resting on the door frame. He is enjoying the 'show.'

"How did..." you ask, then say loudly, "Aah!"

You half fall and half bail your body out of the bed onto the floor, bed sheet along with you, in an attempt to cover your body. You half succeed, only your breasts are still partially exposed. Your hair falls in your face, so you try to blow it out, of your eyes.

"Bethany, your friend, told me where the spare key is in the barn. Such a nice girl..." Aizawa smiles. "Come down and eat. I have an omelette ready and french toast coming up, with vanilla chai to drink."

"Why are you here exactly?" you say nicely.

"Introductions and a breakfast, before I take you for a horseback ride of course," Shouta responds. "I suggest clothes, before you come down but that sheet is rather appealing too..." The renegade angel finishes in a low voice, with a hint of a sexual innuendo.

"When did it become okay, to enter a woman's abode and ogle her in her bedroom, Mr. Aizawa? A bit of privacy if you don't mind..." you say, feeling slightly indignant but mostly turned on.

It was hard to keep an angry look on your face, while trying not to stare at his legs, in the black jeans that fit him nicely. Where on Goddess's green earth, did Aizawa spring up from and are there more men handsome, just like him?

The answer is no...no...most definitely no, not of this earth and yes but relations is a sin, with their God. Their God, his rules, it's a hell trip offense and you don't pass GO, to collect your $100 expensive dinner: piece of ass.

"Of course, how rude of me but do hurry so your breakfast is still hot," Aizawa replies as he smirks.

The demon is having a little fun embarrassing you. It's refreshing to see you this way, versus your pretend and jaded so called friend, Annie. You continue to prove, to be the perfect human woman, to be his mate as he being a "son of God".

You watch him turn gracefully then walk out quietly, much too quiet. There are spots on the floor, where the boards squeak, when someone walks up and down the stairs. Strangely, dark Prince Charming doesn't cause the floorboards to squeak. Aizawa was wearing heavy boots and when he turned to leave, he was not levitating. Okay, levitating would be freaky but the silence of the stairs, is kinda creepy.

No wonder you didn't hear him, as you woke up. Hmm... mental note, check your ears.

Why would a fae male want anything to do with you, seems ridiculous but the mind of the fae is not, a human's. Some are so mischievous, they just can't help it, if humans are fragile and break too easily. You decide to make a point, to get a good look at his ears or is that just in a fairy tale?

The eyes...yeah you could definitely say yes to unusual eye color.

You dress in (f/c)jeans, (f/c)tank shirt, button down denim shirt with Ariat boots. You tuck a Springfield .45 in your waistband and cover it with the denim shirt. A hunting knife on your belt and you're set to face the day. You just need to find a piece of iron and you can fend off this fae. There should be something in the barn, right?