ooc: Relinquished

….I’ve told you, you’re my favorite person in Camden, right? 

You don't need to though. I should be everyone's favorite person. At least the favorite one to look at. 

I'm not...I apologize if I came off as rude. I just don't like when people who actually have the power to mess with my life, joke about doing so. 

So you won’t mind me constantly correcting you if you fail?

Bring it, who am I to deprive you of your fun? 

You want a napkin, boy? Don’t want ya drooling all over your… silk shirt.

What are you smiling about?

Grammar,

A small shiver ran down Dalia’s spine. Not purely from the cold of the water, that, was barely registering in her mind. Dalia shivered when his fingers brushed against her skin. Above water, or under water, it felt unnervingly nice. A simple touch given out by Jerome, made her skin tingle and her cheeks flush bright pink. A simple touch from anyone else? Nothing. Thankfully, since they did happen to be in cold water, the shiver could be blamed on that. And he would be unaware he was the cause of it. Although she wanted to give him a witty and snooty retort, all she could manage was “I’m not a baby” Her attention had to be on her words to be able to come up with a retort. Yet her attention could not be ripped away from him. No matter how hard she tried. 

Jerome let a small laugh rise up out of him at the comeback. Most importantly the way her lip stuck out softly in an almost imperceptible pout. "Of course you're not." He mocked with a gentle smile, which vanished as he saw her eyes darting down to his lips before she leaned up and pressed her mouth against his. A small sound of contentment bubbling up his chest at the contact. His lips moving over hers with such confidence as his head tilted to afford them a better angle. The jolt of warmth passing through him, coursing through his body. He would never get tired of how amazing it felt to kiss her, and the energy she was bestowing and his body was so greedily consuming had nothing to do with it. It was all her, Dalia, the woman. Not the moirai with the indepletable source of energy. The incubus would never tire of kissing her. 

A small gasp left her lips. Although she knew the contact was coming, still it gained her surprise. While holding her, wasn’t something she wanted him to do anymore, she allowed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and as tightly as he held her, she held onto him. Her attention stayed on him, while the water is what she should have been focusing on. The cold water she was about to endure. Yet, while she was once again in his arms, it was practically impossible for her to tear her eyes away from him.  This embrace, was different from the first. Mainly, because he had almost obtained his naked hug. Also because this time, the voice that had told her to pull away the first time, had receded into the back of her mind so far, she could barely hear the warnings it would give. 

A grin tugged on his lips as cold water engulfed them, making those slender arms that were wrapped around his neck to tighten their hold. His hands moved from position, so that he was no longer cradling her body, but embracing her as they came up above the surface. Her fixed and angry stare making him chuckle, it was more on the sexy and endearing side than the intimidation she was so obviously going for. "Oh c'mon. Don't be a baby, if you're too cold I'll just keep you warm." Words rolled off his tongue smoothly, fingers running over satiny skinn underwater as he held her close. 

The fact he’d fantasized about her shirtless, was far from okay. As much as it angered though, her cheeks flushed a bright pink. A bright pink she couldn’t control. And so down at the ground, she looked. Both to hide the bright, uncontrollable pink, and so she didn’t have to watch him undress. While it would be quite a thing to see, Dalia did not now, nor would she any time soon want to see Jerome in anything less than clothing that covered his entire body. 

He saw her walking up to the edge, and carefully delve one foot into the water. Only to quickly take it back out, but not before splashing some water his way. "I think that option went away the moment your shirt did." He retorted, wiggling his eyebrows as he swam up to where she was. Rivulets of water streaming down his body as he emerged from the lake. A smile tugging on his lips as he saw the smirk she was fighting to suppress. Jerome enjoyed seeing her like that, teasing and comfortable enough around him to allow that playful side of her to come out. "But, I don't want that temperature rise to affect your body is experiencing at being able to ogle mine so allow me to cool you off." He said as his smile turned wicked. Eyes glinting mischievously as his hand snapped out to grab her wrist. Pulling her tight against his body as he quickly scooped her up into his arms and walked back into the water. 

Ira stepped toward the door leading to the alley. Humans and immortals alike clambered out of her way, knowing better than to stand between an angry Ira and her destination. She looked about ready to break something - anything, really. Last time she had been truly enraged she had taken down an entire skyscraper, so anything was possible.

Perhaps following her hadn't been the most sensible decision, for now he was pressed up against a wall. The back of his head was aching, if it wasn't bleeding then at least it was bruised from where he had banged it as she effortlessly threw him against the brick structure. For being such a tiny thing, Ira wielded a great strength. Then again, while that mortal vessel appeared to be frail and weak, her demon life force filled it. So her being able to swing him around like a rag-doll wasn't that surprising. Although if any human happened to walk by and take a glance it would sure baffle them. A 5'2" girl with the face of an angel lifting a 6'2" guy by the throat. With no apparent exertion.