Demon: The Fallen

"Yes, I'm very hungry." Elise said, she still had a shocked look upon her face, she didn't think she had ever met anyone who was this rich before. Well, she assumed he was rich since he lived in such a spacious apartment, that didn't look dingy. "Wow.."she murmured as she sat on the black leather couch.
 
The part of him that was Norman, smiled. "You seem stunned... If its because of the appartment, lets just say I come from a family that knows how to invest their money wisely. How does Tuscany Chicken with italian salad sound to you, Elise?" He asked as he moved toward the kitchen, picking up the remote to his entertainment system, and turning on the stereo. He kept it on an oldies station, but tossed the remote to Elise. "Here, you can turn it if you like." He said as he went to the fridge.
 
"That sounds delicious." She said before picking up the remote and switching the radio station to the softy station, where they played both old and new music.
 
Enumael nodded, and set to work, preparing the meal. Once everything was set to cooking, he took the few minutes before he needed to check on the meal to grab a bottle of vintage wine out. He sat next to Elise, placing a long stem wine glass in front of her on his glass coffee table. "I would like to share this with you... It's ninteen fifty's vintage wine. Very rare." He said, pouring each of them a glass. he lifted his, slowly sniffing the bouquet before taking the smallest sip and rolling it around his tongue as he watched the thin streams of wine return to the burgundy pool from which it came. He looked over to Elise as he swallowed, arching an eyebrow.
 
Enumael smiled back briefly as he sat his glass down upon the coffee table, growing suddenly serious. "You are a very beautiful woman Elise, and I greatly appreciate that you came home with me, but I want you to understand that I do not expect anything untoward of you. I simply enjoy being in your company, in whatever capacity you might desire, I am your host..." Enumael fell silent for a moment as he looked deep into Elise's eyes, letting her see the smallest fragment of his true nature in his own. It touched her mind like the slightest breath of god against her cheek, so slight, she didn't even know she felt it, just that she became aware that Norman was more than what he seemed.
 
Elise just stared at Norman in shock, she had this...overwhelming feeling, if thats what anyone could call it, and for some odd reason, she believed him, which was not something in her forte, believing men she had just met only an hour or so ago. She smiled gracefully, "Well thank you Norman, I appreciate that."
 
A song came to Enumael, thanks to Norman's memories, To Be With You, by Mr. Big. The band was fairly unknown, from the 80's, but the song was about a girl who'd been emotionally hurt by men, and a man who wanted her to give him a chance. It seemed to fit the moment, or at least 'norman' thought so, so Enumael glanced over at the stereo, and quietly hummed a bit of the song, supernaturally effecting probability, so that To Be With You was the next song to play.

He turned and fixed his eyes upon Elise again. "I was just thinking of this song..." He said with a grin. "Strange." As if in retaliation though, a pot he had left on the stove began to boil over. "Pardon me." He said with a wink as he dashed off to deal with their dinner once again, leaving her to listen to the lyrics.

Hold on little girl
Show me what he's done to you
Stand up little girl
A broken heart can't be that bad
When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on baby come on over
Let me be the one to show you

I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you

Build up your confidence
So you can be on top for once
Wake up who cares about
Little boys that talk too much
I seen it all go down
Your game of love was all rained out
So come on baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you

Why be alone when we can be together baby
You can make my life worthwhile
And I can make you start to smile

I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you

Just to be the next to be with you

Oooooo.

And just as the singer trailed off, and the station went to commercial, Enumael finished making dinner and was setting the table. The delectable scents of the food whafted across the room to tease Elise's nose. "Our meal is ready." He said with a smile as he placed a sprig of parsley on each of their plates.
 
Elise took a sniff, "Mmm, it smells delicious." She said before walking into the dining room. She sat down at the table and placed a napkin over her lap. "That was a very lovely song."
 
"Thank you, I hope you enjoy it. See, its a typical italian dish, only set off with a touch of citrus to give it a whole different character. Would you like me to dish you up some, or would you prefer to serve yourself? Oh, the song? Glad you liked it." Enumael added with something of a knowing look.
 
Elise smiled, "You can serve it." she said politely. She couldn't place it but there was something unique about this man, he was older then her, but it almost seemed like he had been around for ages. She knew that it was probably crazy and most likely imagining that, but still...
 
Enumael served Elise a portion of the Tuscany Chicken, placing steamed vegetables on either side of the portion, which kept it in form as he placed it before her. "There now, I hope you do enjoy it. I am by no means an Iron Chef or anything, but I do like to think I can cook, especially for such a lovely young lady as yourself." He said as he served himself and sat across from Elise, candle light illuminating the table, which was small enough for them to reach each others hands comfortably in the middle. He leaned back, spearing a bit of carrot on his fork and ran it through the chicken's rich sauce before lifting it to his lips. There was a practiced ease with which he ate, as if he had taken etiquette classes on the subject, or something.

"So..." Enumael started as he patted his lips with a napkin. "What sort of things do you like to do for fun, Elise?" Enumael asked, arching an eyebrow, as he took a sip of the wine he had brought out earlier, which he had brought over when he was setting the table. He licked his lips after his sip, enjoying the taste.
 
Elise thought about it, hmm...flirt flirt flirt, con old dudes for money and such. Then outloud she said, "I like to sing, dance, and go to the mall mostly. What about you?" She said as she continued eating. The food was very delicious, the best Italian food, she'd ever had and she had many of exotic foods.

She watched as he licked his lips, blushed, then looked back down at her food.
 
"Dance, I quite enjoy dance, not the crude flailing you see these days, no, but the sort of dance that expresses ones soul, you understand?" Enumael asked as he leaned back in his seat, using his stereo remote to que up a piece of exotic, east indian music. Drawing his hand through the air as though he were passing it through silken shocks of hair, saying. "You see?" He continued, bringing his other hand about, continuing the sinuous gestures, and as he did, the motions seemed to pass up his arms, drawing more and more of him into it. It reminded Elise of the motions of a snake as he rose from his seat.
 
Elise smiled, "Hm, that does look very exotic, though I must admit being from a younger generation, I tend to do the "crude" flailing as you so call it." she said then paused for a minute, "But, I have always wanted to learn how to belly dance, its such a sexual yet graceful dance. It's very intriguing." she said with a far away look.
 
Enumael paused the music, giving Elise an appologetic look. "I am sorry, I meant no insult by calling modern dance crude. It is not without its charms after all. But..." He paused, queing the music back to its start, and extending a hand to Elise. "If you want to learn." He said, inviting her to dance with him.
 
Elise smiled, "You didn't offend me, at times it can be very crude." As Norman started the music up once again and asked her if she wanted to learn, she smiled again, and said, "Why certainly, I would love to learn something new." She took his hand and stood up from the table.
 
Enumael guided her to stand in front of him, facing away, the palm of his hand resting against the back of hers. He spoke, his mouth very near her ear as he began his instructions. "The best way to start is by imagining you are immersed in water, how it slows your movements, and lends its grace to your body, and allow yourself to flow with it."

He began by moving his hands in a rippling motion against hers, guiding them. Once she picked up the rhythm, he placed the palm of his other hand gently upon her stomach, playing the same rippling motion over her belly. Again, he used his celestial power to enhance her stomach muscles, and make them more responsive to her will. "Try to match the motion of my hand on your belly." He instructed.
 
Lily did just that, trying her hardest to match the motions that his hand was making on her belly swaying like a snake, almost magically it seemed. It was really fun, and somewhat exoctic. "Like this?" she asked as she continued the motions.
 
"Yes, you've got it, now while you continue rolling your belly like that, begin swaying your hips, but try to keep your feet within a three foot circle." Enumael instructed, placing his hands on eather side of her hips to show her the motion. "And lastly..." Enumael ran his hands up just under Elise's breasts to show her how to lift her chest independant of her stomach. The moment his hand touched her cancer ridden breast, tingling energy filled it quietly destroying all sign of the cancer.
 
Elise began to sway her hips, side to side as Norman had shown her, and did little chest movements, making sure not to move her stomach with her chest. "I think I've got it, have I got it?" Elise asked with an excited child-like voice.

When Norman had touched her breast, it felt odd for a second, not gross odd, but odd odd....that was the only way she could explain it in her mind. He had touched the cancer ridden breast, which made her somewhat uneasy since she hadn't really told anyone of her breast cancer except her family.
 
"I should say you do Elise." Enumael said, letting her go on her own, dancing in a circle around her, admiring how she moved, occasionally reaching out to stroke a hand across an arm, or her stomach, or hip. "You dance like an egyptian queen." He complimented, a hungry look in his eye.
 
"Really, you think so?" Elise looked up at Norman with a hopeful look, "it doesn't look novice does it?" she asked bashfully, as she stopped all her movements and stared at him, hoping to impress him for some odd reason. She didn't know why but she wanted to impress him and she had noticed the desire in his eye which made her smile a bit.
 
"I certainly do. Why did you stop?" He asked, standing in front of her. "You were doing really good." He added, running his hand up, along her right arm. "I did not tire you out already, did I?" He asked, stepping closer to her.
 
Elise blushed a bright pink, "I um, no of course you didn't, I just wanted to make sure I didn't do it wrong, in any way, shape or form." she admitted sheepishly and smiled at him again. She wasn't quite sue what was coming over her, never in her life had she wanted to impress a man, as she had with this one. "But, if you say I am doing it correctly." She continued to sway her hips and belly.
 
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