Dusty Shelves & Old Books(fallen angel Aizawa)

The Calm (11)

(Y/n) lifts her (f/shirt) and (f/c) bra over her head. The low mountain breeze feels good, as it helps dry the sweat, under your breasts. You sit down on the blanket and untie your boots then slide your undies, pants and socks off, in one swift pull. You tiptoe to the pond, to avoid rocks then hit the water, at a run to splash in. The cool, refreshing water comes up and cools your hot, sweaty face like only water can do. Cael finds a spot under a tree but Sophia thinks nothing, about joining you in the water with her thicker coat.

You let your mind drift away and dive, swim then back float in the pond, to the sound of the stream feeding into it. It was peaceful, at the moment but a hint of sadness pricks at your sense, of peace. It was missing something...Shouta. The date on the lake, had been so memorable and one like girls, dream of sorts. If he wouldn't rush things, you would be feeling more open, to him. Perhaps time is the answer and just take one day as it came?

You may have your eyes closed but that doesn't mean, your body isn't still on alert. You feel a change of a presence is near and probably watching you. It's a presence that you know but it's different too, changing? You would describe it like the colors of a rainbow, where orange goes into yellow, there are several shades of each color as they fold together. You open your eyes and swim, to the farthest bank from the presence, then stand up. You slide your fingers through your hair, to get some of the water out, of it. (Y/n) turns with no hint of shame or embarrassment, to face the 'being' ogling you.

A being is sitting on a large rock, called an erratic left from the last glacier's ice age, a raven haired man wearing only jeans partially buttoned to reveal black tufts of his pubic hair and his boots unlaced but still on. The scarred right elbow, rests on his right knee as he is bent over and sitting on the boulder. His hair is floating lightly but there isn't a breeze, that would produce that effect and his eyes glow red. Aizawa licks his lips and you see his canines, are sharp now.

(Y/n) sees something with a quick flagging movement and you realize it's a tail, as now you notice, matches a set of curled horns, just above his brow. The tail is flicking back and forth like a cat, either fascinated or a slightly agitated. (Y/n) is not sure which.

Perhaps a little of both? Should you be worried?

If you are, (Y/n) is not taking the bait.

You take your fingers and cup the water, to splash on your body, as the heat of the sun has dried your body above the water. The water runs down your face and over your upper body.

"What are you looking at, Shouta Aizawa?"

You knew exactly, as if you could almost read his mind but you wanted him to say it and explain, why he decided to let the 'demon' out.

"So this is what Eve must have looked like, before the serpent tempted her, with the fruit from the tree of knowledge..." Shouta states in a lusty voice.

"Why? Because I do not hide my body and get embarrassed?" you retort with attitude.

"Mmm....I feel a theology argument coming on Little one," the fallen angel says in a continual tempting tone.

"Children are not born from sin. They do not enter the world, with the original sin, chained to them," you angrily tell him.

"Continue...(Y/n)"

You glare at him for interrupting your soapbox speech. "Children are pure and innocent until others teach them hate, racism and all the real evils. The only reason, there is the Ten Commandments, is so your God can scare his children, into doing the right thing! They wouldn't choose to do good otherwise!"