He was even more lucky than he expected as he spotted Mysie not inside the house but coming home from being out. It would be far easier to actually talk to her this way than having to try to keep his identity hidden while approaching the front door would be. As she passed the bush he glanced quickly around to be sure they were alone and then he moved out quickly from behind the plant and took hold of her shoulders to turn her to face him. His hand quickly moved to cover her mouth in case she happened to scream and he looked down at her with a wild eyed smirk. It was a look she'd likely recognize from when they were younger, even though his face had matured.

"You didn't forget me, did you, Mysie?" he asked with a fiery grin.

Azazel could feel a hint of a crackle in her skin, like static electricity, but she never released it. As soon as she caught sight of him it was clear she recognized him and he let go of her mouth as she moved in for a hug. To be honest, he couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged him unless it was leading to sex and that was a different kind of hug. He wasn't actually sure how he felt about it. It was kinda nice but kinda really uncomfortable too and left him unsure of what to do. So he sort of half hugged her in return and patted her back twice awkwardly.

He smiled though as she put her hands on his face and he grinned. "Grew into quite the handsome devil, don't you think?" he said proudly...arrogantly. Then she was taking his hand and hurriedly dragged him inside the house. "Is anyone else home?" he asked, his voice lowered to a whisper as they stepped inside.

Azazel wouldn't say out loud but he secretly liked that Mysie didn't tell him how good he looked, withholding her praise. It made him only more motivated to hear it in the future. As they stepped inside he took some time to look at their surroundings and the decor and style of her home. When she confirmed they were alone the smile on his face grew devilish as he looked at her. She was only just shorter than him and he liked that about her too. Honestly, what wasn't there to like about Mysie Allemeade?

"Why you, of course, what else would bring me here?" he replied, stepping closer to her so that he was clearly in her bubble, crowding her space without even a hint of discomfort.

Oh Azazel was very much enjoying this cat and mouse game. He had to admit that it was thrilling to have someone around him who didn't outright fear him like the Dresmondi nor see him as a mere pawn in the game like much of his family. Whether she knew what she was doing or not, being around Mysie made Azazel feel like a complete person in and of himself. Like she saw him in a way that most did not and that was...exciting.

He smirked as she turned away from him and started walking away and he was on her tail like he was a puppy chasing after his owner. The look in her eyes that she tossed him though had him grinning dangerously at her and he moved to walk beside her rather than following her, his hand slipping casually around her waist. "What's up here?" he asked with a grin.

Azazel was like a kid in a candy shop. A surprise? Oh how he loved a good surprise. Though people had been regretful in the past by promising surprises and they turned out to be disappointing to the young man. Yet, he somehow had a feeling that Mysie would not be disappointing. He'd always seen her as something beautiful, a prize to be one. Five years older than him, he was drawn to her power and beauty and charm even as a young boy. That age difference didn't feel so big now but it wasn't nothing and the idea of finally winning the prize was very appealing indeed.

The touch of her hand on his felt as electric as her gift as she was soon guiding her to his bedroom. Azazel was no gentleman and he was far from shy. His skin felt immediately hot as she exposed her shoulders, the view of her bed right behind her. He grinned mischievously and shut the door behind him, enclosing them together in the space. They might be alone for now but someone could show up any moment. He honestly liked the thrill that gave him.

He pulled her close, pressing their bodies together tightly as he looked down at her and his fingers of his free hand glided gently along her bare shoulder and down her arm, his eyes following his hand to admire how beautiful she was, every line of her skin was exquisite. "This is...quite the surprise, Mysie." He lifted her chin up towards him slightly with the tip of his finger and leaned down. He didn't quite kiss her. His lips brushed hers briefly and then remained close, their breaths mingling but not yet closing the distance.

Azazel had every reason to believe that this encounter would be similar to the many he'd had in his life. A fun little romp in the hay that wasn't much memorable, save for the fact that he'd been crushing on this girl since he was a kid. She was quick to show him though that this was absolutely going to be so much more memorable than anything before.

As her fingers traced up his spine he felt the electricity tingling against him. It was a sensation he had never felt before. It didn't hurt, not exactly, but the hair all over his body raised, goosebumps rising along his skin everywhere. A little gasp left his lips, a sound he wasn't sure anyone had ever heard him make before during sex, and he looked into her eyes as best he could without moving away from her. Oh he was definitely sucked in now and nothing in this world was going to make him stop. Not even if her father walked through her bedroom door.

She moved his hand to the straps of her dress and as she bit his lip he quite literally growled before he pulled her so she was flush tight against him and pressed his lips hard against hers. It was far from soft. Full of long awaited hunger and need. He pushed down the strap of her dress but it wasn't going to be enough to remove it. He had half a mind to ask her if she really wanted this, an option he didn't typically offer. What was she doing to him right now? Yet, he still didn't actually voice the question. He had a feeling that if she wanted him to stop then she would tell him. The difference was that he just might actually listen. Strange.

He suddenly turned her around so that her back was against his chest, his hands roamed over her body but teasingly avoided all the spots he really wanted to touch. When he saw the number of buttons on the back of her dress though he frowned. This was going to take ages. "How attached are you to this dress?" he asked, a growl in her ear. Why was he even asking? Why was he not just ripping it apart like he normally would have?