A table set for two

Formal occasions were something that Medeia tended to avoid during her time among the heavens and so she was rather rusty when it came to them. She had been uncertain as to just how to behave and act, which had naturally caused her maid to take it upon herself to teach and guide her, much to the angel’s annoyance. Armina had pretty much done all the work for her in choosing her outfit, as well as applying the necessary make-up and such. Truthfully, Medeia had felt more like a doll than anything and by the time her maid was done, the temptation to just erupt with anger was difficult to ignore. However, despite the irritation, Armina had done a lovely job and Medeia had been slightly taken aback when she had looked in the mirror. Her usual rather see through clothing had been replaced by a far more conservative dress although on the plus side, her figure did seem to be rather nicer wearing this. Probably thanks to the torture device that was currently around her chest, which was rather tight to say the least. So, rather than punish her maid for the inconvenience, she simply let her wriggle around on the bed for a while, which was probably the greatest reward that Medeia could have given her.

Noticing the time, she would then swiftly take her leave of her overjoyed maid and headed for the cafe where she was due to meet her lover. There was a slight twisting in her stomach as she travelled and she was pretty sure that it had nothing to do with her tight clothing. She was nervous, for the first time in what seemed like forever and the angel did not quite understand why. Jennifer and herself were always so comfortable around each other normally and never had the angel felt quite like this when thinking about her girlfriend. They had literally been through hell and back together and they had never felt nervous around each other before. It was rather confusing and baffled the angel. Was it the formality of the occasion that made her feel this way? If so, she thought that perhaps she was just being a little silly but the tension remained there regardless.

Reaching the cafe, the slayer would swiftly enter the building, her gaze instantly scanning the room, before coming to rest on her girlfriend, wearing a lovely suit. Medeia smiled as she approached, careful not to trip over her dress and make a spectacular idiot out of herself. She did not pay any attention to the other diners at all and had eyes only for Jennifer. “I hope that I did not keep you waiting too long, my dear,” she said brightly, still unable to quite shake off the nervousness that she was feeling, “I love your suit and what you have done with your hair.” She would have said a little more typical for her but decided that it was best to try and keep things appropriate, despite the fact that it was against her true nature.

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The angel did not need to be a master of body language to tell that Jennifer was probably just as nervous as she was although she found it admirably as to how well her blonde haired lover was dealing with it. To be so constrained seemed to be the cause of it, at least for Medeia anyway but she was willing to deal with it, in order to make the date go smoothly. Besides, it never hurt to try something a little different from time to time and Jennifer did look beautiful in that suit of hers. The witch just wished that her dress was a little more comfortable and not so irritatingly tight around the chest.

A smile crossed her features as Jennifer pulled out her chair and she gratefully took her seat, appreciating the gesture. She would have asked just where her partner had learned such gracious manners from but after thinking about it for a moment, it was unnecessary, as she remembered what Jennifer had said about her time in hell. When asked about her wine preference, the witch tilted her head slightly and answered with a chuckle, “I have always had a love for a fruity red wine.” It was so tempting to add some kind of inappropriate comment afterwards but again, she managed to contain herself for now.

Her smile widened slightly as Jennifer replied to her comment about her hair and suit, which caused the witch to answer in a rather off the cuff manner, “My dear, you will always look amazing, no matter how you dress or how you have your hair. I have never met anyone who can take my breath away just by looking as you do.” It could have sounded rather crude but it was honestly supposed to be sweet. She just hoped that it came across that way. “Thank you for the compliment about my dress, I admit that it is the first time that I have worn this one,” the witch added after a moment, briefly looking away and seeming almost shy for a moment. What was happening to her?

She shook her head as Jen spoke about not having asked her out sooner, her eyes containing a hint of humour “We have never exactly been a typical couple, have we? I think that we have already been on a couple of dates, they were just a little different from the usual type.” Talking more plainly was helping her nerves a touch and the witch’s shoulders would slightly relax or as much as the dress would allow her to. Uncaring as to what other people would think, she would gently take Jennifer’s right hand in hers for a moment, “As for what you are doing here? Well, we are both here just to have a good time, as we always do when we are together. The only difference being that there are no monsters to beat up or a scheme to foil. Today is just about us and to spend some quality time together.”

As she spoke, she noticed the gazes of a few of the other diners looking their way, which was slightly frustrating. The angel was uncertain as to why they were giving Jennifer and herself the evil eye but it was enough to get slightly under Medeia’s skin. Could they not just mind their own business?

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There were moments while Jen spoke where Medeia just wanted to walk around the table and take her lover into her arms. Her own memories were stirred as the blonde spoke and the witch remembered all too well of those nights after Jen lost her arm. More than once had she found herself holding her lover’s shaking body after suffering from a nightmare. She had not known it at the time but those nights were one of the first signs of just how much the angel had cared, even if it was only much later that she realised it. Medeia was not the same woman who had joined ER, she had changed in ways that she could not have imagined. She had been so pompous and arrogant when she had first walked through the doors and now? It was as if she had become an elder in some ways and had begun to rediscover her humanity again. More like a wise old sage then a self righteous angel.

When the waiter approached, Medeia’s purple eyed gaze turned towards him for a moment, “The Desierto please but not too spicy.” She did not actually utter another word and let Jennifer do her best in getting out what she wanted to say, despite her wanting to cut in more than once. She had seen her lover at her most ferocious, her most mischievous but seeing her so emotional was new and pulled at Medeia’s heartstrings a little. It simply re enforced what she had already come to admit to herself, she loved Jennifer just as deeply, a notion that once might have seemed so alien to her but by now, she could not have been happier about it.

She had to think for a bit before answering Jennifer’s question about her pastimes, “I have always had a fondness for history and before I joined ER and became what I am today, I was known for burrowing into the tombs of my homeland without permission. I was a bit of a treasure hunter back then and it was during one of those hunts that I came across the angel that I joined with. I am also quite fond of tinkering with magical items and potions too, which is why people sometimes call me witch, not that I mind. What about you, Jen? What do you do when you are not chasing after me or someone else?” Her shoulders were full relaxed now and the nervousness had disappeared.

Falling silent for a few moments, she would then speak again, deciding that it was the right time to talk about her own feelings, after Jennifer had so sweetly spoken about hers.

“Who would have thought that taking out that heavenly castle would have led to all of this, huh?” she asked kindly, a touch of emotion in her voice, “Believe me, this relationship of ours has been just as confusing for me as it has been for you. I have spent nights wondering if there was something wrong with me or if I am getting soft. Looking back now, I realise that I was just frightened about opening up and admitting the truth. We are both creatures of lust, Jen but I will say again what I have said before, I have never felt this way towards anyone else before. When you were taken from me and dragged to hell, I felt an anger and sense of loss that I have never experienced before. It was not lust that drove me to rescue you, it was love. It felt like my heart had been ripped out. I care for you more than anyone I have ever met and I will always be there for you, no matter what.”

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The witch could hardly argue with Jennifer’s comment about how they usually spent their time. Combat was always the focal point of their work although Medeia herself had never quite understood the fascination with mass slaughter. Pretty much everyone that she had met within the guild seemed to have that compulsion but the angel was rather more choosy about her targets. They had to attract her attention or at least rile her up enough for her to turn her focus towards them. Killing insects for no purpose just did not quite do it for her.

She shook her head as her girlfriend spoke about her hobbies, “Oh, no. I do not think that your hobbies make you seem strange at all. I admit that your hobbies are rather different than mine but I would never think any less of you because of that. You do not need to impress me or anything like that. It is the fact that you are so open about who you are that I think captivated me in the first place, Jen. From the moment that we met on that dock, you have always been yourself, without worrying about what others thought. So, I want you to promise me that you will never change in that way.” A smile crossed her features as she thought back to that first meeting briefly.

Up until now, Medeia had managed to keep her composure but even she had her limits and it was almost painful for her to have to watch the tears start to appear in Jennifer’s eyes. Her reaction was instantaneous with her right hand shooting out and taking hold of her lovers, without the slightest care of how it looked to the imbeciles watching. “There is no point in dwelling on what could have happened. What matters is that we did find each other, in the midst of this world of humans.” A demon and an angel falling in love, it sounded almost like one of those stories that were told to children. Still, it just proved that sometimes dreams could come true.

Once their food arrived and she was questioned about her other activities, the angel would lightly smile, “Oh, I have not run into any issues while taking on jobs. The enemies I have faced rarely have a chance to get close enough to do any real damage and it has been child's play generally. Besides, I always have back up, in the form of my maid. She pretty much accompanies me everywhere. There is no need to be worried about me, I will always return home once my task is completed, you can be sure of that.” Gently, she would squeeze her lovers hand, “I appreciate the thought though. Besides, I have noticed that I am not the only one who has been wandering off and playing with others. Have you been having a little fun with some of the other guild members?” The idea of Jennifer teaming up with others did not upset or anything but she would admit to herself that she was curious.

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The angel did not interrupt and let her blonde lover say what she needed to. The entire date had been filled with so much sweet sentiment that Medeia had been a little unprepared for it. Yet, to actually be able to just lay it all out like this felt like a great weight had been taken off of the witch’s shoulders. They were not just idly flirting with each other any longer and had finally reached the stage where they had become so much more. Where was this going to lead? Medeia did not honestly know as despite her long years, she had never been in a relationship like this. It was unnatural to her but even so, the time she had spent with Jennifer had caused her to feel more pleasure than she had ever felt with anyone else. No, pleasure was not strong enough. Love was the right word, stronger than any form of lust or pleasure. A sensation that she only felt when the blonde was in her arms. Her trip through her hell in order to save her love had brought the truth straight to the surface and ever since then, she had been unable to feel anything else, whenever her eyes fell upon her buxom girlfriend

Jennifer’s words about how the witch affected her were rather striking and a smile would cross the features of the black haired slayer and it was then that she finally replied. “I cannot think of three better words to describe this feeling either. Where as I inspire and pacify you, in return, you do the opposite to me. You have relit a fire inside me that I thought had gone out long ago and broken through this cold exterior that I have worn for so long. You have brought love to a being who has laughed it off as a joke for centuries. For so long have I thought that it was just make believe. You have taught me better.”

Falling into silence and taking a bite of her meal, she would briefly think over the question that was put to her, a little surprised by the change in the direction of the conversation. “Some place far away, where we do not have to concern ourselves with the guild, jobs or the fools who sit around us. A place where we can finally have some time where it is just us. I quite like the idea of going somewhere where we can get a little closer to nature and I would love to see you in your natural habitat and I am not talking about hell.” She chuckled, her purple eyes sparkling, feeling far more relaxed than she had so far. “In truth, as long as I am with you then I know that we will have a wonderful time, no matter where it is.”

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