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Demon and the Angel
The demon stepped into the dimly lit neonatal intensive care unit. “Good evening, Angel,” he said softly.
The angel looked up from where she was bent over a stainless steel barred crib. “What brings you here, Demon? This is no place for one of your kind.”
“I saw you fly in, Angel. My…appetite was whetted.”
“Take yourself and your appetites elsewhere. I’m busy.”
“The place is deserted.” He glanced around. Emptiness pooled in the corners of the room, reaching its sly fingers towards the one occupied crib. Soft lights haloed the angel and a very still, tightly swaddled baby. The blue and white cap on the baby’s head advertised his sex. The snaking tubes and softly beeping machines signaled his trouble.
“The obstetrical unit of this hospital is closing due to high malpractice rates.” The angel turned back to her task, leaning over the crib again. “This is the last baby born here.”
Demon almost missed her words, focused as he was on her shapely ass outlined by the pale gray uniform that blended so well with the gray hospital walls. Real nurses never wore dresses any more, but her glamour provided both an effective disguise, and an irresistible lure. This angel knew exactly what she was doing.
“That nurse glamour is oddly sexy, dear Angel.”
“Yes,” she snapped, turning back to glare at him. “We angels know how you demons like to get your purity fix every so often.”
He laughed. “Too true, sweetheart. It does cleanse the palate, so to speak.” He let his gaze wander over her, knowing his bold perusal would start a fire simmering within her. “And we demons,” he drawled, “know you angels need some lovin’ from a bad guy every so often to light you up.”
He checked out her shiny brown hair, her wide-spaced gray eyes, her smallish, but determined nose, and her generous mouth. Cute. Adorably cute. He had to have her.
“Hush, Demon.” She turned away from him. “Your voice is too deep. It disturbs the baby.”
He moved to the other side of the crib so he could face her. Now he could savor the sight of her pert breasts, her narrow waist and gently flaring hips. Utterly delectable. His cock ached.
He nodded at the crib. “How much longer ‘til you’re done with the baby?”
“Must you sound so uncaring?”
“I’m a demon, darling. It’s not my job to care.” He grinned at her anger. It would only stoke her appetite.
“I’m not interested in whatever you might be offering tonight.” Her gray eyes snapped at him, told him to go, but her pointy nipples signaled him as effectively as the beeping machines.
“I think you lie, Angel.” Finish the story here.