(Well, since Akiva is a fallen angel, lucifer could try to recruit him as one of his angels of death. He could seriously consider it and Fyre could watch his fall into temptation and try to pull him out of it but fails. Akiva remains one of the devil's angels, praised and respected by everyone. Fyre decides the only way to save him is to kill Lucifer.)
Akiva grinned. "it's one of my many talents."
((ok, but let me ammend something, Akiva=Dark angel. Just trying to be specific))
Fyre smirked slyly. "I know you're talented." She gave a throaty laugh.
Akiva pulled her close. "what else am I good at?"
Fyre's smirk turned to a grin. "I think you know."
Akiva gently pressed her to the wall. "And what's that?"
Fyre's heart skipped a beat and her breath quickened. "Well, for one, making me nervous."
Akiva touched his lips to her neck, sucking gently. "What else?"
Fyre let out a soft moan. "I think you know."
Akiva ran his hands down her. "Tell me... I want to hear it...."
Fyre moaned. Her legs threatened to give out. "Driving me crazy... And turning me on."
Akiva smirked. "I live to please..."
Fyre gave a small laugh. "I'm glad, then."
Akiva sucked harder on her neck scraped his teeth over her pulse.
Fyre let out a soft moan. her hands slid to Akiva's back.
Amiga began pushing her to the floor.
(( you must really hate autocorrect, either that or Autocorrect hates you))
Fyre obeyed willingly as her back touched the tiles on the floor.
(It's a mutual hate/hate relationship.) Akiva kissed her slow and smoothed his hands over her.
Fyre gave a soft moan and squirmed.
Akiva moaned in her ear quietly and smiled, nuzzling her hair. "You're beautiful."