Welcome Company (Sima)(Closed)

[Roxanne]

Roxanne quickly caught up with Sima as he sprinted out of the city and out towards the falls. She kept pace with him evenly, only once or twice deliberately falling behind to enjoy the 'view,' which was nice but she was more concerned with messing with Sima. She would then give him a playful grin after she caught back up. 

It was quite a long run, taking about an hour and a half with their pace. Roxanne enjoyed it though. The forest was quieter than the city, only the various animal calls and bugs chirping disturbed the silence and even that was rather peaceful. The sky was cloudless and the moon was full so they had plenty of light. Even if they didn't, Roxanne eyes saw perfectly well in the dark but she could always conjure some little flaming creature to light the way if needed. 

When they finally reached the edge of the lake at the bottom of Dragonbreath falls, the half demon took a moment to admire the scene. The water crashing created tiny droplets of water that reflected the moon light looked like glitter hovering over the lake, which also reflected the sky above. It was a bit loud, but it was a sound she had quickly gotten used to and found rather calming now. Taking a breath and smiling at Sima, she slowed to a walk and lead the rest of the way to her cabin which was tucked into a glade of trees at the waters edge, closer to the falls. The area behind the cabin was open however, granting a spectacular view of the crashing water. It was a decent sized cabin, as such things went. There was a single chair set up outside the front and if he chose to be nosy, Sima would a fire pit that she had made out back. The container with her bones from earlier was sitting by the chair but the liquid inside had long since dried in the sun. 

Realizing the container could be a problem, Roxanne darted forward, moving with a speed that had yet to be displayed. She snatched up the container and quickly disappeared behind the cabin, returning a moment later empty handed. "Sorry about that. Like I said earlier, I wasn't planning on company. Come on in," she offered, entering the cabin and leaving the door open behind here. Inside, the layout was a loft style. To the right was the kitchen area, complete with sink, stove and cabinets. To the left, a small dining area with table and further down along the wall, a staircase to the loft. The loft stretched out over the living area, creating a cozy spot underneath that had a fireplace. A wooden bench sat in front of the fireplace and a queen size bed could be seen upstairs, complete with dresser and a sidetable. It was sparse, but it was home. The first one she'd had to herself in a long time. "Welcome to cabin D'Angelo," she said in a mock serious tone. 

[Sima Oratio]

Sima arrived, a little tired, chugging the rest of the whiskey immediately upon arrival, wanting to regain the level he was at. He left just a tiny bit in the bottle. He sniffed the air almost immediately, not caring to hide it in such a private place. Sima smiled, although stayed clear of the pretty water works. "This reminds me of home!" His face light up like a child returning home after being kidnapped. 

Sima was the kind of man that liked to create. This place had many of the characteristics of his original home. He created it in a forest for his family, cleared the trees, built the house, created plots for harvesting vegetables and fruits. He saw this place, and it reminded him of humble beginnings. He loved the small cabin, because it reminded him of his first design, and the locations he loved so much. There was always gain to catch he bet! 

"My house was much bigger by the time I was taken away, but It started out as a cabin, similar to this one. It was in a forest, that over many years I cleared. Eventually, the area became a plain within a very large forest, with a singular road in and out! This, is the type of home I first built, and then expanded." Sima wouldn't call himself a carpenter, or a smith, but he could lift very heavy weights as demon, and building a house out of logs wasn't that hard when you could push the nail through the wood like it was butter with only your hands. 

Sima wasn't like that anymore though, at least when he was like this. He sniffed the air after Roxanne darted off. "What did you hide?" Sima could easily follow her freshest scent trail to find out, but why not be assertive with her? Sima thought, I mean he did tell her not to look, and as far as he could tell she had. He walked straight into the house, his chest puffed up like he deserved to judge the place. There was a certain aura that could easily be picked up on that he was mostly teasing her. 

"Do you have a lot of 'company'?" Sima teased her, while inspecting her living room area. "Well, I see it's covered in your scent. You must live her." He joked. 

Sima was also thinking on the smells he found outside. A deer, rabbit, ash, and a bit of bleach that stung his nose. More importantly Sima could smell the blood of the animals she had killed, probably some that fell during skinning, or even a wound from the kill that was dragged here. To Sima the scent of blood was always easy to pick out, and the scent was always a bit tantalizing. Although Sima would never admit it, he always believed that it was probably something to do with his race, but to be honest he wasn't entirely sure. The thought of him liking blood, and death, was terrifying. 

"I can tell already you don't have a lot of male companionship, " Sima raised a brow in a snarky way. Your scent is certainly the most common thing here. 

Sima stopped near the wall, turning around to face Roxanne. His curiosity got the better of him, and chugging that much whiskey really got to him fast. He leaned against the wall, and his presence which was usually friendly seemed now mostly dominating. Although this was her home, his mere scent alone became so thick during this transition that Roxanne would easily be able to tell the switch. He however, didn't appear to be aggressive in any way, just direct, firm, and strong. 

"Would you show me?" Although he asked, Roxanne might as well here "Show me" when he spoke by the way his verbal and facial expressions were almost forcing a response from her. 

"Your demon form, please." Sima added a please, which made him seem a bit more polite. 

However the change in his stance was certainly announced, he was being direct, and bold. 

Sima could change by forcing himself too, he didn't necessarily need to be angry. This was only thanks to her race, of course. He was thinking of being a demon for once, and not a man. Something he had never tried in his life. He wasn't being the monster he thought Demons were. Sima was being a demon, who had a life, that he never thought about. Sima never interacted with other demons, he slaughtered them, unless they were his offspring of course. He felt that, so far Roxanne had been only nice, he didn't see any 'demonic anger'. Sima was acting how a male Demon would act in his world, the only Demons he really knows anything about. 

Demons took what they wanted, didn't really ask for it. He was doing that, although it was just an experiment, it was certainly ghostly to see him act this way, and could certainly scare someone. Sima was terrifying, in many ways, and he prayed that no one would find out. 

[Roxanne]

Roxanne watched Sima carefully, curious about his reaction to her home. He started with chugging the rest of the whiskey and she chuckled a bit. She figured that was more thirst from running than a reaction to this place. His comment and following explanation made her smile. So he did like it. She wasn’t sure why that mattered. Perhaps she just didn’t want to have wasted his time running like that out a place he didn’t like. That wasn’t the case though, and so she was pleased.

“I don’t plan to clear any of this out. I have a fondness for trees, having spent most of my life sleeping in them. As for the cabin, I’ve no plans to make it any bigger either, for now. It would be easier enough to build onto though. Your home sounds quite amazing, though,” she said conversationally.

After she returned from stashing the container, Sima confronted her which she kind of expected. If it were her, she would have asked too. “I left some bones soaking in a cleaning solution. It’s dry now, but I didn’t want it to burn your nose,” she explained. She hadn’t really hidden it at all. If Sima had followed her, it was just around back by the lake’s edge. Far enough away, she hoped, not to irritate his sensitive nose. “I have to wear my poison mask when I clean the bones,” she added, for no particular reason.

The half demon continued to watch Sima after he entered her house, not bothering to hide his sniffing. She found that amusing and grinned, then laughed as he said her scent was everywhere declaring it to definitely be her home. His blunt statement regarding male companionship reminded her of his earlier question about company that she hadn’t answered. “No, I actually haven’t lived here long myself. A few weeks, at most. I’ve had one female visitor, a phioric. You’re the first man I’ve had in my cabin,” she admitted.

Roxanne’s eyes followed Sima as he moved further into the house, leaning against a wall. There was a change in attitude here as his presence quickly made itself known, his earthy scent mixed with hers in the cabin, not altogether unpleasant She wondered if it was because of the whiskey. Regardless, the sudden confidence and dominance didn’t slip by her. She was used to being the more dominant around most of the people she knew so this threw her off for a minute but she quickly adjusted.

She wandered over to one of her cabinets, storing the extra bottle of wine away for later. Then Roxanne turned, leaning back against the cabinets for a moment as she looked Sima. His request didn’t make sense at first and she gave him a confused look until he clarified. She had kind of expected this, honestly. “It’s not anything special but, sure, I don’t mind,” Roxanne answered, shrugging. She’d just have to mind her wings in the small space.

The half demon pushed herself off from the cabinets, moving to stand in the open space. A shimmer of heat and steam rose from her back. A moment later her wings appeared, half unfolded at first. They were large, and black, resembling bat wings almost. Outstretched, they reached an easy 10 ft wingspan but she kept them folded against her back indoors. Her tail lengthened from her spine, also black and stretching about 5ft. It was covered in tiny scales, so the texture was smooth and ended in a pointed spade or arrowhead shape. It was also extremely flexible. Her canines lengthened into fangs as she grinned at Sima, pausing the transformation at her half form for a moment.

Looking at him leaning against her wall, smelling his scent mixing with hers, that was bad enough. Add in this confidence and dominating persona and Roxanne had to admit, if only to herself, that she found him extremely attractive. “This is my half form,” she explained as she waited a moment for him to look.

After that, she continued the transformation. More heat shimmers and steam rose from her body as black, plate like armor appears as boots and gloves, forming a bodice that wraps around her neck but leaves a swath of skin visible showing her cleavage, baring her midriff, and sweeping down into a long black, plate, skirt with a slit up the left side. Her pupils turned to cat like slits as black horns emerged from her temples, curling a little at the ends, and her nails grew out to sharp points. “Ta da!” Roxanne announced, laughing a little. Her fangs gave her a bit of lisp, which wasn’t unattractive with her natural husky tone. In this form, her own scent would likely be stronger as well.


Kind of like this: Demon form

[Sima Oratio]

After watching her transform Sima found himself surrounded by her scent even more, which only made him want to stop fighting the charade he put up. If a demon could sit in front of him, acting just as much as any regular person, then why couldn't he accept himself? It seemed futile, but that didn't mean Sima stopped believing in it. He still wanted the things humans had, and he wasn't quite sure how he'd attain them. 

"Your transformation looks quite stunning," Sima smiled, he wondered how he would get himself to his demonic form. He would have to start something that could end up badly. He knew it was difficult, and in fact, in all likely hood he refrained from doing so. His mind was split at what to do. 

"I'm afraid that I can not show you mine however, I could lose control of myself, and even if you are able to contain me, the damage to your house would be irreparable." Sima spoke smoothly, with a nice flow. His face didn't seem to change much expression. Despite her transformation his posture didn't seem to faze at all. 

He yawned lightly, looking at her transformation. It was interesting to see how different she was from him. For one, at least from what he could tell, she didn't seem to experience any pain. Perhaps this was because of the way she arrived to this world? Sima could tell at least his body almost wanted him to make a choice, whether he wanted to completely stay as a human forever, or become a demon, it seemed to become more painful every time he reverted any changes. 

"You certainly look attractive," Sima had never thought he'd say that about any demon, but this one was an exception. Of course, he'd never met many female demons, aside from his own daughter. He had no idea how the two were even supposed to converse in his own world, let alone this one. He treated her more or less like any other human, with a little more precaution. 

Sima walked towards with her, without any regards to personal space. If she felt uncomfortable he was sure she'd say something, and wasn't really expecting an attack. He walked straight up to her, probably closer than they have ever been tonight. He reached his hand out to touch her wing curiously, of course she had enough time to try and stop him, it wasn't as if he was darting for it, but rather going to feel the texture. 

[Roxanne]

Roxanne was very curious about Sima's reaction and she wasn't disappointed when he finally spoke. Her face broke out into a matching grin. "Thank you. No one's ever told me that before. Of course, you're only the third person to see the full transformation. At least, seen it and lived. Usually I only go half," she said, speaking around her fangs. Her tail flicked back and forth idly as she spoke, behaving similar to a cat's.

When Sima explained that he couldn't show her his form, she shrugged. In truth, she wasn't sure he could control himself either and was quite fond of her house. But she didn't say that. "That's more than alright. Even if you could, you're not obligated to just because I did. I appreciate your concern for my house, though," she said. She was trying to sound grateful but also make sure he understood that it wasn't a big deal. "Perhaps you could try describing it to me, instead," she suggested.

Roxanne raised one delicate eyebrow as he yawned, watching him as he looked her over. Surprise settled in as told her flat out that she was attractive, something she felt he had avoided earlier. It also meant quite a bit more coming from him, considering she was sure he didn't like demons for whatever reason. Something in his past, she suspected, since that's usually how that worked. "That means a lot, coming from you. Thank you," she said, sounding quite grateful and flushing lightly. It was unusual for her, but it was rare for her to receive such compliments.

When Sima pushed off the wall and moved towards her, Roxanne's gaze shifted to his, watching him curiously. He didn't stop when he reached what would be considered an appropriate distance, rather he pushed forward into her personal space. The half demon stepped back in a instinctual reaction to the unexpected invasion, inadvertently pinning herself against the wall. She laughed a bit when she realized her error and watched as Sima reached out a hand to touch her wing. She spread it out for him, opening it as wide as the space would allow, which was about halfway.

She knew how it felt to her. The leathery texture of the film was quite smooth, almost soft really. The top of the wing was stiffer and rougher, but with the same leather feel. Roxanne wondered if he'd reach for her tail next, remembering a time when another man had expressed his own curiosity with her form. The memory brought a sadness to her eyes so she spoke, trying to distance herself from it. "What does it feel like to you?" she questioned, curiously.

[Sima Oratio]

Sima looked her his eyes were easily scanning hers. He didnt even try to hide it from her. He wasnt quite sure what sje was thinking, but her misinterpretation of his 'advance' only made him more curious as to what he could get away with.

He wasnt doing anything evil, by no means, he only wondered if he could fluster her further.

He noted how she pushed herself back into the wall, which created a bit more space between them. With his hand in a tight, yet somehow gentle grip on her wing he moved forward in an attempt to close the gap. She would have no choice but to let him advance, or push him away.

While closer for a moment it would seem like Sima was planning to do something a little unorthodox, but he kept his eyes locked on to hers, and that wouldnt change if she decided to push him away. He however, regardless of her choice dropped her wing. He didnt need to speak, most of what he wanted was already displayed through action. Not that it mattered.

Sima left, turning his back on her, not saying a word and headed straight into the kitchen. He shuffled through her cabinets for pots and pans. He offered her a meal afterall.

Sniffing the air he found what food he decided to cook with. It wasnt anything amazing, the choices were not necessirarly grand with what she had. But he felt like it could work. He fired up the stove. "You going to make yourself useful?" He asked turning to look at her. "Having an assistant can do wonders to prep time." he added.

[Roxanne]

Roxanne didn't take her eyes from Sima's as he continued his advance. She also didn't push him away when he moved closer since she realized that his intention was simple curiosity. However, uncertainty flickered in her eyes for a moment as he closed the newly created space between them and, for a moment, she looked into his eyes and wondered. She had assumed that, despite his admission that she was attractive, he wasn't interested in her.

That moment passed quickly as he dropped her wing and turned, moving into the kitchen area. Roxanne watched as he dug around, pulling out pots and pans and food. When he turned to look at her and asked if she was going to help, she gave him a wry smile. The black plate armor disappeared in a flash of steam, as her features returned to those of her human self.

"I'll help as much as I am able, just tell me what to do," she offered. "Admittedly, I eat a lot of dried meat because it's easier to store for long periods of time that way. You're quite lucky, or maybe I am, that I just went hunting this morning otherwise we wouldn't have any fresh," she explained, opening a cabinet to reveal some meat that she had curing.

Roxanne sniffed curiously as Sima cooked, wondering what he could possibly make with her spare choices. She had only a few assorted vegetables, some dried herbs, a loaf of bread, and the meat from that morning. She wasn't used to eating much or having company.

[Sima Oratio]

From now Roxanne was his apprentice, at least for this meal. Sima smiled, happy to be cooking. He quickly reached around for a big pot, then looking around for some oil. Vegetable oil seemed to be enough of a household commodity for people to have. After finding some he poured a bit into the pot, letting the oil get hot. While that was preparing he pulled over a large knife he found somewhere within the kitchen. He then turned around, walking over to Roxanne to grab her hand. He pulled her over to a different section of the kitchen, and handed her a smaller knife. "This is your station." Sima demanded. "You do what I tell you," He smiled. 

Sima went through her vegetables surprisingly quickly, but almost immediately covered his nose while reaching for something. "Dice this!" He called out to her, all nasally, tossing her an onion. 

He then tossed her way a couple of tomatoes, and then tossed her a bowl, and a large spoon. 

"Take about half of the tomatoes, put them into the bowl, then mash them to get the juices out, then strain the 'pulp' out."

Sima felt like he was being pretty direct and precise. 

"Peel the rest of them." 

He then tossed her a few potatoes, and made a peeling gesture with his hands. 

Sima then prepared some water, sugar, and salt, black pepper, garlic, which he quickly mashed into a powder. 

He then pulled out the venison Roxanne had hunted earlier, and began to dice it into very fine chunks of meat. He tossed them into the hot oil and let them cook for a bit. "Throw in the onions," Sima called out to her, assuming she would be more than capable to have the onions sufficiently diced by now.  

[Roxanne]

Roxanne got put to work quickly, a commodity within her own house. Still, she was happy to help. She let Sima lead her over to the other counter, taking the knife he offered. She set that on the counter top quickly to catch the onion he tossed at her. A barrage of tomatoes gave her a chance to show off her reflexes as she caught them quickly, setting them on the counter before snagging the bowl and spoon. Potatoes followed shortly after and she nodded.

After she was sure Sima was done throwing vegetables at her, Roxanne set to work on the onion, carefully peeling off the outer layer first. The half demon held her beerath as she diced the rest with a deftness of skill. Even though she'd never worked a kitchen, she could do wonders with any blade. Roxanne added those to the dish of venison when Sima called for it and then turned to the tomatoes. She set them in the bowl and followed his instructions for mashing and then straining them. That took her a few minutes and then she set the bowl aside.

The potatoes took her a bit longer to peel, of course. "How is it that your a chef with a nose that sensitive?" she asked, curious. She had visited enough places to know that kitchens were nothing but a nasal headache. So many different, often strong, smells colliding. She'd have to wear a mask all the time.

Roxanne watched Sima as he moved around the small kitchen area, digging around mostly with his nose. He seemed to find everything okay and looked to be enjoying himself as well. She smiled to herself as she finished the peeling the potatoes, happy that her company was happy.

[Sima Oratio]

Sima noted how quickly she was doing the tasks he had give. A small smile crept up on his face. He stole her potatoes rather quickly, dicing them into cubes, getting each one to look just around identical, and spinning the potatoes almost like solving a rubiks cube with amazing accuracy. He then used the blade to separate the corner chunks from the cubes. He then checked the pot, the oil browning the venison, he then added a large amount of water in it. He quickly diced some carrot cubes from a few carrot ends, and added a few peas. He then took the veggies he ordered Roxanne to cut, and added them to the mixture, signalling her to toss in the tomato juice. He ran to the seasonings, putting in a pinch of salt, black pepper, and garlic powder.  And then signaled for the tomatoes.

Sima then covered the pot, already hot enough to hear a bit of boiling. It wasn't anything fancy, but this venison vegetable soup was more than delicious. Of course, they had a bit of downtime, the venison took almost an hour to properly cook, and Sima knew that well, his nose was more than capable of tracking the scent of the venison in the pot, but was distracted for a moment.

This bothered her nose? "Well yes, sometimes it can be irritating, onions mainly for me, or something like mint, anything bold, like vanilla extract. It's the worst part of the job, " He scratched his head. "But, I plug my nose, stop breathing from it, and mix it within the other ingredients, the smell often dies down with the heat, or mixture.." Sima admitted.

"We have some free time however, this will take a little bit to cook." Sima added, quickly cleaning up the scraps, plates, and anything else he may have used to create the Vegetable Soup. 

"So, what do you want to do?" 

[Roxanne]

Roxanne had done everything Sima asked of her, cutting wise at least. She stood at the ready, watching him work, until he called for the tomato juice. She poured that in as directed and then continued to track his movements as he added the spices, sniffing discreetly. It certainly smelled wonderful, whatever it was. He caught her attention again for the rest of the tomatoes which she added carefully. At this point, Roxanne suspected it might be a stew or soup of some sort. As it was only still early spring, the night was chilly so she decided this was a good night for either.

In the meantime, she listened as Sima answered her question. A look of understanding settled onto her face. "That makes a lot of sense. I just, personally, dislike when too many scents get mixed together. That's a pretty clever technique though, I must say," Roxanne said. She usually breathed through her nose so it's not something she'd think to plug or simply stop breathing from. Covering was different, as she could still breath freely, so a mask was always going to be her preferred method of deterrence.

When Sima explained that they had some downtime and asked what she wanted to do, Roxanne looked at him curiously for a moment. She helped him clean up the kitchen, deciding she'd wash the dishes later, and handing him an empty bucket to put the scraps in. She'd take those out and dump them in the woods later. "Well, you're the guest here. What would you like to do Sima?" she asked, turning the question around.

In all honesty, Roxanne had no idea. She tried to think about what she usually did on the rare occasions that she hung out with other people. A lot of talking was usually involved and sometimes drinking. A few occasions she had played the game of truths but she wasn't sure how well that would work with only two people.

Finally, the half demon chuckled wryly. "I have to admit, Sima, and apologize, but usually when I have male company over, it's not so they can cook for me. I'm not quite sure what to do, aside from talk and drink," she said, rather bluntly, but with an amused tone.

[Sima Oratio]

Sima raised an eyebrow at her curiously. He thought in his head for a moment, but then put on a devilish smile. "So, we've already got the drinks, " Sima twirled his bottle, looking at the last bit of alcohol swish around inside the bottle. 

"What is it that you bring males up here for then? I'm certainly one of them." He looked at her curiously, the only thought coming to mind is her bat like wings, still feeling the texture in his mind. He sighed, groaning. He wasn't quite sure why he was the one to have to do this, but if it would get anything to happen that would be interesting, it was much better than sitting and waiting around. Of course, alcohol had hug part to play in this, but it wasn't as if that was the only outside modifier for his behavior. Sima walked forward towards her, tossing her the bottle of whiskey. 

"Drink it," He ordered, prepared to take the drink back when she was done, hoping she'd try and save what he had left. "Don't make me rip out that other wine you've got," Sima threatened playfully trying to get the tone of the room in better shape than it was. 

Sima looked at her, his eyes matching hers. He had hoped his would catch her attention, while he could do other things with her mind preoccupied. It had worked on lesser Demons than himself before, they were so caught within his dominating presence, it was like a deer caught in headlights, although he didn't look as intimidating as back then, or probably as intriguing, he hoped it would be good enough for a female half-demon. 

"What's that smell, " Sima sniffed the air, pointing in a direction he claimed an odd scent to be. He hoped that would divert her attention for just a moment, and it wasn't as if he was that far away from her anyways. He moved smoothly, calmly, and reached for her hand. "Can I show you something?" Sima spoke confidently. 

If she refrained from retracting her arm, Sima did something that could only be labelled as spontaneous, and forced her hand into his shirt. He thought that perhaps she could have a more appreciative 'view' of his chest from there. Of course, it wasn't as if this was something he'd stop her from pulling out of. Sima, may have been under the control of alcohol, but even so, he knew what he wanted, and perhaps this was a less subtle sign for Roxanne.

Sima though, couldn't help but feel a little different, something about his chest, breathing in and out. What was that feeling?  

[Roxanne]

Roxanne laughed as Sima mentioned they had drinks, watching as he twirled what little whiskey he had left in the bottle. "So we have. I have a whole bottle of wine still," she commented lightly. She was going to save it but wasn't sure now what it would be saved for exactly.

Sima's question was unexpected, catching her attention and pulling a grin to her face. "Well, you're the first, remember? However, technicalities aside when I usually have men over it's for one or two reasons. The first being that they've a bounty on their head and I'm luring them to their death. The second, which would be more likely to apply here, because I have sort of personal interest in the man," Roxanne explained, probably unnecessarily.

The groan that followed his question was easily picked up by her acute hearing, not that he seemed to try to hide it. She looked at him curiously. Her reflexes kicked in when he tossed the bottle as she reached out deftly to catch it. Roxanne raised a delicate eyebrow as he demand she drink it. It was the last of what he had, but she didn't question it when he threatened her wine. Popping the top, she drank about half of what was left quickly before handing him back the bottle. The alcohol burned pleasantly, an odd sensation for a half demon used to playing with fire.

She noticed the dominating behavior returning as he locked his gaze with hers. Roxanne could feel her pulse speed up slightly in response but she refused to be intimidated in her home. She shifted her gaze every so slightly to the fireplace behind him, rubbing her fingers together lightly and then snapping her fingers. The logs she kept there ignited, creating a cozy fire within a minute. When Sima asked about a smell, Roxanne turned as he pointed, effectively falling for the oldest trick in the book.

It only took her a minute to realize this, and she was blaming it on alcohol, but her lavender eyes jumped back to Sima as he reached for her hand. Roxanne wasn't sure what he was doing but at this point she was pretty well tipsy and still trusted herself enough, so she nodded when he asked her if he could show her something. Not that he really waited for her to before pulling her hand into his shirt against his chest. Roxanne's earlier doubts of his intentions flickered as the demon's heart beat against her hand.

Desire flared into the half demon's eyes as she looked at Sima. He seemed slightly distracted but still, he had pulled her hand into his shirt. That seemed like a pretty obvious indicator of his intentions to her. She'd been wrong before and decided there was only one way to test this. Roxanne closed the gap between them, pressing her body against his. She looked up at Sima for a moment, shifted her gaze to his lips, waiting to see if he would push her away.

[Sima Oratio]

His eyes light up when she started the fire, realizing that it was more than likely an ability of hers. All of Sima's attacks seemed to be raw energy, but hers appeared to be fire. "Neat trick," He smiled. His breath was drenched in alcohol. Sima held her hand tightly against his chest, making sure she was pressing firmly on his skin. 

"Do you like what's under your hand," Sima spoke calmly, and it appeared as though he wasn't nervous at all, despite almost forcing her to feel him up. 

Sima gently released his hand from keeping hers there. "It's all you now, " Sima of course, meant that her hands were free to roam, he didn't want to force it there, and had a feeling that she'd be more than happy exploring herself. 

Sima knew that much of this was attributed to alcohol, and although he wished there was much more, he found himself inching ever more towards Roxanne, despite the small distance between them. Sima didn't have to be alone tonight, so why would he choose to be? 

His heart began to speed up, because he felt that he might be making a large choice, but with an attractive young females hand on his chest, it was very hard to say no. 

He couldn't help but wish that this was someone else, someone who knew him much better than Roxanne did. After all they were nothing but strangers, however like a Demon Sima found himself to be greedy, and the attribute only intensified with intoxication, wanting more and more, and eventually forgetting about the negatives.

Sima, who was now beginning to get impatient, once again gripped her firmly, only this time from her thigh, and led his hand upward.

"If you have any complaints, now would be the time to voice them." Sima's voice was full of a strong desire for much more, and the last free hand was beginning to become impatient. 


He was the type of man that waited patiently to come home to their significant other, and loved every embrace, every touch, every kiss, and oh so much more. He had been away from the luxury for a long time, and like any man he had needs, and sadly, in a world full of sorrow, fulfilling those needs became more and more necessary for feeling better, and relieving stress. Even if he was essentially using someone to do it.

He leaned into her, bringing his lips closer to her. He was terrified that the moment they did, he would snap, and the rest of what happened would be mere lust and greed.

A mischievous smile crept across his face.
"I don't think I'm the prey tonight," No, in all honesty it seemed that tonight, even if tonight alone Sima was the hunter, and Roxanne was the prey, and he would show her, even if it was just because of the alcohol, exactly what that meant.

"Any complaints?" Sima knew that they both had a lot to drink, and he wanted to proceed further, but something told him to wait, despite his body which seemed to shake in anger that he was restraining himself, he had asked one last time if she wanted this, if only just to be sure he wasn't the only one that wanted to push forward, into something more intimate. Before letting himself loose he had to make sure she was okay with whatever consequences laid before them.





 

  

[Roxanne]

Roxanne chuckled lightly when he told her that lighting the fire was ‘neat trick.’ He didn’t know the half of it but now wasn’t the time for showing off. At least, not for her fire abilities. "Perhaps I'll show you more, if you're lucky," she said, her voice slipping into a more seductive tone. She gave Sima a sly smile as he asked her if she liked what she felt. “It’s hard to say, really. My hand is rather restricted and this is such a small sample,” she replied, teasingly.

Ironically enough, she found that he soon released her hand, giving her free reign. She didn’t immediately move it though, taking a moment to note his increasing heart rate. Her own was already pounding in her veins. Roxanne could blame the alcohol, but she honestly hadn’t drank enough. Rather, she had to admit that she just found herself incredibly attracted to Sima, for a lot of reasons.

Her skin tingled as Sima moved his hand to grip her thigh and slidly upward, slightly. His lips hovering over hers as he warned her that if she wanted to stop, now would be a good time. She didn’t answer him right away. Instead, Roxanne moved her other hand to undo the buttons of his shirt to reveal his chest. She made a small noise of appreciation, running her hands over the muscles.

Sima seemed to notice the look in her eyes and Roxanne grinned as he assured her that he was not the prey here. She liked the determination he had and this more dominating side of him was very alluring. He asked her again if she had any complaints and made a face as if she were thinking about it for a moment. Roxanne leaned in, closing what little space was left between the two of them, wrapping her arms around his waist. The half demon looked as if she might say something, but instead she kissed him. There was no softness to the kiss, nothing gentle at all. It was deep and passionate, effectively answering Sima’s questions.