Writing Drafts (Experiment)

Dangerously Sexy

The door opened. Aria didn't bother looking up from her work, as she could already tell who it was. She sighed.

"You know, at least try to make your aura more concealing when you-" Aria's words fell short as she stared at the woman in front of her.

'When I what, Angie? Try to tempt ya to the fun side?",  said the demon, cockily. Her usual stereotypical nightclub dress was replaced by a loose black jacket that was tucked in, and a pink and black frilled miniskirt. The jacket almost completely revealed her round, supple breasts, but stopped at just where her nipples would appear.  

Aria spent a bit too much time staring at her breasts, which the demon took note of. She grinned and as she slowly led her hand up to her zipper. Before she could do anything, however, Aria seemed to snap out of it, and whipped her head back around. She felt her face get hot as she tried to focus on her work instead the demon's slim figure. The redhead frowned at this. However, she wasn't one to give up, and a new plan quickly formed in her head.

She flapped over to where the angel was working, keeping a small amount of distance. If she could have her way, she'd press her breasts against the closeted goody-shoes' back and whisper all sorts of things in her ear til' she was as red as her hair. But as daring as she was, she wasn't stupid, and didn't dare get another shock from the stupid glowing donut.

The angel just pressed her face closer towards the paper about the current affairs in heaven she was reading, her pale complexion turning redder as she felt the demon slowly getting closer. She braced for the impact and the shock afterwards. She slowly opened her eyes, confused. She turned around, and was met with a familiar grin and cat-like eyes.  

"Heya Angel."

"WAH!" Aria fell over in her chair, papers flying everywhere. The slit-pupiled woman laughed hysterically. Luckily, the impact from the fall didn't hurt her, as she'd suffered worse.  She scowled at the redhead demon, who was starting to calm down.

"I mean seriously, Angie, what did ya think was gonna happen? I'm not gonna torture myself just to tease ya.", she said, trying to hold back a laugh. Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes, which she quickly wiped away. Aria sighed.

"I have a name, you know...", she mumbled quietly, playing with a strand of her hair. "Hmm? What was that? I'm sorry darlin', could ya speak up?" Aria blushed.

"My name's Aria, not Angel!", she whisper-shouted so as to not wake Ace. Her face was a bright red when she said this. The demon grinned. Bingo.

"Well I don't know, Angel, you always insist on callin' ME 'Demon Trash' even though ya know my name, so I think that's a fair trade.", she said, flapping above her.

"Well, why should I care to know anything about my enemy?" The demon sighed and rubbed her forehead in frustration. Then, another idea popped into her head.

"You know, if we look at it from YOUR point o' view... If I gave ya my full name, something that even my 'associates' in hell don't know about, then you'd have some sort of leverage over me. Therefore, doing a great job at your job?" It was like a lightbulb went off in her head. Aria placed the papers she had collected back on the table, and turned around to face the demon. 

"Alright, what is your full name?", she asked. The redhead grinned. "I didn't say I'd give it for free.", she said cockily, flying upside down. Aria made a small sound of annoyance. "Isn't me not referring to you as 'Demon Trash' enough?"Nope!"she replied, popping the p.  "I'm not asking for much, you know." she began, her face inching closer to Aria's. Her smug look suddenly turned into a seductive one. The one she'd usually reserve for people she planned on sleeping with.

Aria felt her face heating up. "W-what?", she asked, trying very hard to keep her composure. The demon's seductive grin turned wider. She inched her mouth closer to her, careful not to make any skin contact.

"A kiss."