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“Um, good morning!” Azazel greets, reminiscent of that curious, timid Angel you first met all that time ago.
“Hey, Az',” you respond with a smile, gladly wrapping her in a tight hug. She doesn't mind as you rest your hands on her lower back, even pulling herself closer as she nestles her chin against your shoulder.
She takes a deep breath, as if taking in your scent. “Do you know what day it is?”
“Wednesday?”
A soft sigh turn into a chuckle, the hug used skilfully as she slides her hand down your arm, grabbing your own and tugging you, leading you away. “It was on this day you first. Um, you know.”
Shit, is today actually special? What could you have possibly forgotten? More importantly, why would Azazel be the only one to remember? You know for certain Pandemonica or Zdrada would be much more aggressive with a reminder.
That's when Azazel cups your ear, whispering the sordid truth.
“Oh,” you note, lust heating you up.
Azazel has the perfect celebration in mind. An afternoon alone with a recreation of the event in question...