Gardo & Clara - I

Gardo and Clara stares at each other which is the longest time Gardo has ever stared at anyone before.

His blue eyes are being admired by Clara but she refuses to say anything.

He pushes himself nearer to her ear and then whispers...

"I only backed down because I respect the Creator, not you"

She seems to swallow a huge amount of some kind if white liquid, having the knowledge that Angels and Demons have nothing like salivary glands. So what's with the heavy gulping of air thingy that she's doing?

Gardo back down with his mind running wildly in great admiration.

Who is she and who does she think she is for stopping him? Has her madness reach that level? Is her anger trying to say something to him that he isn't getting?

"Don't think that being here means you will be accepted by we, the Real Angels"

This is interesting. So there are bullies in Heaven and amongst Angels now? Cool.

He doesn't reply but continue moving down, his wings spread wide open as he moves down and unto the clouds that is the footstool of the Creator.

"Are they fake Angels"

"You're the type are the worse, so fake still has hope"

"You're being rude"

Clara bites her lower lip in desperation to find this little thing trouble.

"I thought that's how all Demons behave in Hasma and Hell"

"Your thoughts are correct...." Gardo stops abruptly and turns to heron thin air.

Clara bumps into him because of the speed she's using to get to him and the abrupt stop of Gardo.

She runs into his arms and into his embrace, head knocked like a door on his chest. She felt his hair immediately tangle her fingers, his hot chest heaves with every breath he takes in and lets out.

She finds herself not wanting to leave him, to leave his embrace.

Gardo feels her warm twin mountain peaks pressing against his chest, and it seems the Creator didn't get rid of his seductiveness completely.

His eyes settles on her, as her head knocks on his chest and tangles with the hair on his chest lightly. His muscles breasts shifts up and then returns to the normal hanging position, which it normally does when he meets a girl and have affairs with her by humans means.

It doesn't happen with newly met people.

He stares at the girl as she raises her head up to look at him scared. She doesn't seem to have a clue that his penis is between her two legs, plus, the way she's embracing him, like he's her elder brother or boyfriend.

"I am very sorry, I didn't mean to-" she stops, feeling a slight pain of the fingers of Gardo, she stops her attempt to withdraw, feeling the cold finger if Gardo that holds her back.

His chest is so warm, yet his fingers are cold. Is this how seduction feels like? It makes you too loose and penetrable?

"You didn't mean what?" his voice is so soft and goosebumps-erupting... So Charming.

"To bump into-"

"You didn't think I'd be angry, did you?"

Her twin mountains are pointing at his chest, relying on it and heaving as she breathes. The moment is tense, dense, and flattering, but somehow, Clara snaps back to her normal senses and immediately got out of his hold.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You're the one that wanted to remain like that, there's no problem with me"

Clara opens her mouth to protest, but nothing makes way out of her mouth.

"Whatever"

She flaps her wings and leaves Gardo flying there, all alone.