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The problem initially seemed simple, demonic activity had been spotted in a remote town. Gabriel and Beelzebub, who always hid their relationship, had met to talk about it but she had told him she knew nothing and had not ordered anything. For her it was perhaps a demon from another circle.
They agreed to send a person from their respective sides to take care of it. And who better for this mission than Michael, Gabriel had suggested. Oh no, she wasn't happy when he told her, but who was she to say no to the Supreme Archangel, she subtly tried to trade places with Uriel but it didn't work. Beelzebub, for her part, had sent Dagon. It didn't bother her, she was even willing.
It was only an observation mission which was to last four days and all without using miracles so as not to be noticed. And that's how Michael and Dagon ended up in a human hotel. One of the two is clearly more enthusiastic than the other.
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" Seriously, you're an angel. You shouldn't be afraid to talk to humans. "
" I'm not afraid, " retorted Michael.
" Then go ahead, " Dagon told her, smiling brightly as she waved her hand at the receptionist.
The brunette hesitated, pursing her lips as she looked at the reception desk from afar. Dagon rolled her eyes and let out a throaty laugh.
" Okay princess, what do I ask ? " she said.
Michael glared at her when she heard the ridiculous nickname. But on the other hand she didn't want to go so...
" Two rooms, " she replied simply.
No, she was not afraid, she was just a little...uncomfortable. She was in a place she didn't know, surrounded by people she didn't know, and had to spend the next three days alone with a demon. She just wasn't in her element.
Dagon returned a few minutes later holding a small card in her hand. Michael almost asked her where the key was before remembering that the card was the key, the demoness would surely have made fun of her. Humans and their strange inventions...
" Room 134, " said Dagon, holding up the card in front of her.
" And me ? "
" Room 134, " repeated the redhead. " Sorry but it’s the last one so, no choice. "
" Excuse me ? " the angel said offended.
" If I didn't know you so well, I'd think you didn't want to share a room with me, " the Duke said slyly and Michael rolled her eyes in exasperation.
" Of course not I don't want to, I value my privacy. And now I have to share with you, ugh, " she replied, her eyes narrowing. " And take that stupid smile off your face, " she added, snatching the card from her hand before heading down the hall in search of the room.
" Come on, it's not the first time we've found ourselves together on a mission on Earth, " Dagon said to her as she followed her.
" Not under these circumstances and certainly not for this long. "
" It’s three nights, you'll get through it. "
The door made a small "beep" before unlocking. The reception room, which appeared to be the living room, was not too large but was adequate with very modern decoration and style, perhaps a little too much. If all the furniture were white it would almost remind Michael of Heaven. It was the same for the room and the bed... Wait, the bed ? Just one ? No, no way.
" Is this a joke ? "
" Hmm ? " Dagon muttered before moving closer to look over her shoulder. " Oh hehe, we're going to have to share more than just the room, it looks like, " she added.
" Didn’t you mention that there were two of us ? "
" Hey, I'm pretty sure I told you this was the last room available. Don't be difficult. "
" Never mind, " whispered the angel. " Take it, I won’t sleep. "
" What for three nights ? Too disgusted to share a bed with me ? "
" What ? N- of course, what kind of stupid question is that ? "
" Come on... you could have ended up with Hastur... " muttered the redhead.
Michael grimaced at the mention of the other demon. Indeed it would have been much worse. Impossible even, she would never have been able to share anything with him.
" Ah, you see, " continued Dagon. " You know, I don't bit- alright I bite, but I promise I can hold back. Okay okay ! Don't look at me like that. You lose your temper too quickly, angel. "
" Don't call me angel, " growled Michael, not liking the fact that she didn't really hate the name.
" And what should I call you ? "
" If you tried, Michael, you might be surprised by the result. "
" Well, Michael, if my presence is no longer required for the evening... " said the redhead, letting her coat slide off in a mock-dramatic manner before tossing it unceremoniously onto the couch, " I'm going to take a very hot bath. "
" A bath ? " repeated the angel. " ...we don't need it. "
" Relaxation, Michael, you should try it. And I need to take off this damn makeup, " replied the redhead, disappearing into the bathroom.
Who says no miracles says that she had to use makeup to camouflage her scales. Dagon had hated it, it had taken hours and she hated the feeling on her face.
In the meantime, Michael sat on the couch to reread the file several times, but she found nothing useful there. This mission was stupid, she thought. It was not the role of an Archangel to take care of this sort of thing, an ordinary angel could very well have done the trick.
She spent two hours lost in thought until Dagon caught her attention by leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed and wearing only a towel. Her calves and arms were exposed, it was too much exposed skin at once. Michael looked her up and down and would probably have choked if she was drinking, honestly it was pure provocation.
" You can close your mouth now, " teased Dagon, almost making the brunette blush and turn her head. " My proposition still stands, angel. "
Michael didn't even bother to correct her, Dagon was too stubborn for that.
" Don’t be ridiculous, " she told her simply.
The first night, Michael couldn't sleep being still highly aware of the demon sleeping in the next room, only a few meters away and she always had this image of her half naked in her head. Plus the couch was actually really uncomfortable, there was no way she was going to sleep properly on it but she was too stubborn to get into the bedroom either.
She was just looking for something quiet to pass the time. One of her hands groped in the darkness and her fingers finally touched something on the back of the couch. It was in fact Dagon's coat, well so be it, she took it and began to observe each medal in detail, were they trophies or just decorative, she didn't know. All she knew was that it suited the duke rather well and spent a good hour analyzing them before falling asleep without realizing it.
It was the feeling of someone nearby that woke her up. And she was right because when she opened her eyes she saw Dagon, standing in front of the couch looking a little too satisfied.
" What are you looking at ? " she asked her.
" You, " replied Dagon, simply.
" Why ? " Michael didn't particularly like being observed that way, even more so if she was sleeping.
" Because I would love to have my coat back, " continued the Duke.
" Well, take it. "
" Correction. I would love to have my coat back, which you are currently holding while sleeping. Adorable, really. "
Michael then realized that she had fallen asleep with the garment still clutched in her hand and had held it all night. What an idiot... Dagon wasn't going to let her forget that.
" But if you want to wear it... please, do. I wonder what you would look like with it. "
" Just shut up, " replied Michael, throwing the coat at her.
" Aw, that’s so cute. You know, if it's my smell that you want for sleep, I'm in the next room, " the redhead told her with a wink.
" Stop that. "
The day was slightly tense and Dagon took great pleasure in casting sidelong glances at her and making allusions just to annoy her. They didn't speak, or rather, Michael hardly responded, except with "hmm" or "sure"
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When the second night came, Michael was going to settle into the couch again. It was without counting on Dagon who grabbed her arm and almost dragged her into the bedroom.
" Wha- "
" Before you complain, know that I heard you moving most of the night. I like to sleep and I want to sleep tonight so, in this bed, " Dagon practically demanded, pointing at the bed. " And that’s non-negotiable. "
Michael didn't expect it, she didn't even have time to react as Dagon was already installed, with her back to her. And she didn't know why she obeyed either but she slipped into bed without saying a word while staying a reasonable distance away.
The brunette was convinced that she would not sleep, or very little. She stared at the white ceiling of the room, feeling no fatigue. She overanalyzed the situation, was she really in the same bed as a demon ? It was then that she realized that Dagon was absolutely not afraid or disturbed of sleeping next to her, yet she could kill her very easily.
Did she trust her ? That would be stupid of her, right ? And yet Michael was almost... flattered ? Reassured ? With their other missions together, had they become... friends without realizing it ? She wasn't sure and was trying really hard not to think about it.
In the night, Dagon moved, Michael could hear and feel her since, despite her eyes closed, she was still not sleeping. And then another movement and... she felt something bump against her shoulder. She instantly opened her eyes to see that Dagon was now glued to her and wanted to get offended before realizing that the redhead was still asleep. Oh...
" Dagon, " she whispered but received no response, better yet, she felt something else snake around her waist, an arm, obviously.
It was the first time someone touched her like that. Should she wake her ? Push her ? Do nothing ? Technically Dagon wasn't doing anything wrong, she had just moved in her sleep and her hand was clinging to her shirt as if her life depended on it. So Michael just decided to do nothing, even worse she didn't find it... unpleasant.
Her hand moved to the bare arm around her waist in an attempt to remove it herself but she felt the fine scales there. She thought she would be disgusted to touch them but on the contrary she found it rather good, almost soothing and she fell asleep, sliding her fingers over them, even faster than the day before.
When she woke up, she was alone and not just in the bed, Dagon was nowhere to be seen, having already left the room. Michael found her at the observation site and she wondered if she should tease her too like she had done to her the day before. She didn't do it, teasing wasn't really her domain, they just spent the day, which passed rather quickly, exchanging a few sentences without talking about the night.
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The third night arrived sooner than expected.
" Well goodnight, angel, " Dagon said in an almost disappointed voice as she went into the bedroom.
Michael slipped into the room after an hour, hoping that Dagon was already asleep and that seemed to be the case. She settled in, still some distance away but it didn't feel right, like something was missing.
It was after about thirty minutes that a voice broke the silence.
" There’s no need to be so far away, you know. "
" What ? " asked Michael, surprised that the redhead was actually still awake. And how could she know she was far away, her back was to her.
" There’s no need to be so far away, " repeated Dagon. " One more movement and you'll fall out of bed, dare you say otherwise. "
" Why would I want to get closer ? I prefer... to avoid any contact. "
Ugh, that was ridiculous, Michael could hear herself lying.
" It didn’t bother you last night. "
Wait what ?
" What did you just say ? "
" I said, it didn't bother you last night, " repeated Dagon.
" ...you weren't sleeping ? " asked Michael.
" No, " Dagon replied before sitting up in bed so he could look at the angel. " I'm tired of pretending, " she added, simply.
Well... at least it was clear. Michael realized that Dagon was much braver than her... for that. She also stood up to find herself on the same level as the redhead.
" I don't think- "
" I repeat, I didn't sleep last night. I hugged you all night, we both know it, you could have killed me for that but you didn't. And you held me back too, all night- "
" Stop, stop it right now, " the brunette cut her off, shaking her head, she was afraid to accept reality and would have gotten out of bed if the demoness hadn't held her by the wrist.
" No Michael, look at me, " Dagon said in a demanding but calm voice, " you wanted that too, don't you ? Do you want that ? "
" ...that what ? "
" You, me, you know. What do you think ? "
They were sitting face to face and it was again Dagon who dared to lean forward, placing a hand on the brunette's cheek to press her forehead against hers. It was also an attempt at physical contact to make sure she didn't get stabbed. She wasn't.
" You and me ? " muttered Michael.
" Mm hm, " affirmed the duke, pushing her luck and kissing her cheek, still no violent reaction.
" Together ? "
" Yeah, " replied Dagon before moving up along her jaw.
" What are we doing ? " asked Michael, tilting her head back.
" Hmm, mission ? " offered Dagon, knowing it wasn't the expected answer and as she spoke she drew the angel nearer.
" That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it, " Michael replied before exhaling. " It’s bad… it’s very bad… "
The redhead was already starting to skillfully slip one of her hands under her shirt to caress the soft skin of her stomach. However, Michael neither tried to stop her.
" What no one knows can’t hurt, right ? "
Well it was true, indeed no one else was there to watch them or surprise them. The brunette still wanted to retort but her words faded when Dagon's lips found her neck. Maybe it was bad... but it felt so good.
" Do you want to stop ? " the demoness asked as her mouth moved to the sensitive skin of her collarbones. " Just say the word and I will stop. "
" No, " the angel let out in a breath before placing her hands on her shoulders.
" Good. "
Michael, however, wanted to ask a question before being completely unable to speak.
" Dagon ? "
" Hmm ? " muttered the redhead, still very busy kissing every bit of skin she could reach.
" There are… other rooms available, aren’t there ? "
Dagon then chuckled against her shoulder.
" Plenty, " she confirmed. " But I knew you wouldn’t check. "
" You... you are... "
" Unbearable ? I know, it's my job, " replied the duke, before finally kissing her on the mouth. The first kiss of a long series.
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The next morning, Dagon was awakened by a notification from her phone indicating a message. She reached out blindly to grab it and unlock it to read.
So did it work ? - B
She looked down at the still sleeping angel in her arms and smiled before answering.
Wonderfully thanks for ur help.
Finally I was starting to run out of excuses, you owe me one. - B
It was worth it.
" ...hmm, " Michael moved, probably also bothered by the notifications and Dagon quickly made her phone disappear... with a miracle.
" Shht, angel, " she muttered, kissing the top of her head, " go back to sleep. "
It was their last night and she didn't know when the opportunity would present itself again so she wanted to make the most of it as possible.