A/N:

Well, I must say, after trying to write a Jori story for over half a year...I finally wrote something that I found to be somewhat decent. I hope you all think so as well.

Oh, and be warned...this story is rated M for a reason. There is sex in this story, and it is of the lesbian variety.

Also, this is an AU. Don't forget that.

Read, Review, Enjoy.

-Flame

The first time I met an angel was at The Laughing Dragon, back around Halloween.

It had to have been around then, because everyone in the place was dressed up in some sort of costume. There were at least thirteen vampires, most of the sparkly variety, with dolled-up floozies in kitten-ears hanging off their arms. The rest of the club had various costumes that I didn't give a fuck about. I, personally, was dressed up as a devil; a rather sexy devil if I must say so myself. Red satin draped my body, hugging my curves in all the right ways, hanging down a bit past my thighs. Devil horns poked out of my hair, and red highlights shone out in my dark brown locks.

"Hey there, pretty lady...how about you and I go someplace private?"

I turned my head to face the source of the slurred, overconfident voice. "Unless you want to get a drink thrown in your face, I would leave. Quickly."

His face contorted into an expression of anger. "Hey, I was just asking a question. You don't have to get all bitchy about it."

I picked up my glass, studying the contents. "Three...two..." I looked back up at him. "Don't make me say one."

"God, you bitches are all the same." He yelled, stalking off. I debated throwing the glass at him anyway, but decided against it. No use in wasting the alcohol.

I raised the glass to my lips, taking a long sip of the vodka.

"You know, that guy has been bothering every girl in this club."

I looked to my left to see an angel sitting next to me. And no, I'm not kidding. This chick was dressed up as a messenger from heaven, complete with glittery halo sitting on top of her silky brunette hair.

"Has he?" I raised my eyebrows. "Well, I'm glad that every other girl in this club has enough good taste to not let him in their pants."

"Like I would let that drunk idiot anywhere near my pants." She smiled at me, extending her hand. "I'm Tori."

I took her hand, shaking it gently. "Jade. Nice to meet you." I cast a quick look down at her body as she turned her head for a moment. Not bad.

"So...who are you here with?" She asked, crossing her ankles in front of her.

"No one." I replied, watching as her eyes left my face, her gaze trailing down my body. "And you?"

"No one." Her eyes came back up to meet mine. "That could change though...if..."

"If?"

"You decided to be my date tonight." She grinned slyly, her eyes shining with mischief.

I leaned in closer to her, setting my drink down on the bar. "And what would make you think that I would be remotely interested in being your date?"

"Well..." She bit her lip, and for the first time, I could tell that she was nervous. "At least five guys have approached you tonight, and you rejected every single one of them. You're also not here with anyone. And..." She paused, seemingly hesitant. "You haven't stopped staring at my chest since I sat down."

"I could say the same about you." I smirked, watching her face go red. "Besides, maybe I was just looking at the stain on your dress."

She looked down quickly. "What stain?"

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "I was joking."

"Oh..." She looked back up at me. "So...anyway...what do you say? Want to be my date tonight?"

I cocked my head slightly, amused. "What's in it for me?"

"A night with an attractive, young angel?"

"You sure you want to do that? I mean..." I gestured to my horns. "I'm pretty sure it's morally wrong for a devil to date an angel."

She stood up, offering her hand to me. "I'm willing to risk heaven's fury if you're willing to dance with me for a while."

I took her hand, sliding off my chair. "Well, as long as you're willing..." I grinned, watching her eyes light up. "Then I'm willing to burn in hell's mightiest inferno."

She smiled, leading me to the dance floor. "Do you know how to dance?"

I raised an eyebrow at her, then rolled my eyes. "Of course I do. Question is..." I walked around her, my hands settling on her hips. "Do you?"

She responded by softly swaying her hips, her arms crossed in front of her, hands on top of mine. I started swaying as well, her back pressed against my chest.

I don't know how long we were dancing, nor do I really care. All I know is that there was music, bodies, and heat. Oh so much heat. Her body was pressed so close to mine, it was almost like she was a part of me. Or maybe I was a part of her. Her heat was radiating into me, her perfume wafting up like some intoxicating smoke.

She stopped dancing for a moment, and turned her head. She looked like she was about to ask me something, but I stopped her with my lips before she could utter a single word.

If she was surprised by my sudden kiss, she didn't show it. In fact, she started kissing me back with a ferocity that I did not expect.

After a few moments, I pulled away, softly gasping for air. "Damn..."

"Uh...huh." She replied, taking in a deep breath. "Wow."

I looked at her, suddenly nervously confident. "So..uhm...would you like to come back to my place for coffee?"

She smiled slyly, her eyes shining with something that I couldn't recognize. "Depends. Do you even own a coffee maker?"

"Does it matter?"

She shook her head. "No, I suppose it doesn't."

"Good." I grinned. "Then shall we?"

Tori nodded, taking my hand once more. "Yes."

We made it back to my place, and by that time, the anticipation was about to kill me.

I shut the door, and in an instant, she was on me, her lips pressed against mine.

I pushed her against the wall, feeling her tongue quickly enter my mouth. I fought her, our tongues tangled up in an inane fight for dominance. I won, and she backed down, letting me take the lead.

"We should go to my bedroom." I whispered, pulling away from her. "It's more...comfortable."

She nodded quickly. "Uh huh."

I grabbed her wrist, and led her towards my room. As soon as we were inside, I claimed her lips again, gently leading her towards my bed.

I pushed her back onto the bed gently, letting her lie between my pillows, my knees on either side of her.

I grabbed my horns, and pulled them off my head, throwing them aside. "Don't want to stab you with those or anything." I remarked dryly, feeling my heart beat a bit faster as she laughed.

She pulled off her halo, tossing it as well. "Don't want to mislead you into thinking I'm really an angel."

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem." I leaned down, kissing her softly. "Angels generally don't do things like this. Especially not with a devil."

"Well, sometimes they make exceptions...especially when the devil is incredibly beautiful."

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Enough flattery...let's have some fun."

"Fine." She grinned, then hooked her legs around me, flipping us over so that she was on top.

"What..." I began, before she shut me up with her lips. I moaned softly as her hand slipped behind my back, finding the zipper to my dress, pulling it down slowly.

I sat up, allowing her to pull the dress over my head, leaving me wearing nothing more than a smile.

"Damn..." I heard her whisper in my ear. "I'm impressed."

I rolled my eyes, my hands finding her zipper, pulling it down quickly. She helped me along, pulling her dress over her head, discarding it next to mine.

"I must say...I'm impressed as well." I said, looking up at the naked body perched on top of mine.

"Good..." She replied, lowering her head down to my chest. She made soft kisses on my collarbones, moving down slowly to my breasts.

"Fuck..." I moaned as her lips closed around my hardened nipple, her tongue gently flicking the perky bud. I could feel the heat between my legs grow, painfully aching.

She pressed her thigh in between my legs, and I moaned even louder, my hips rising against my will.

I felt her laugh. "Impatient, aren't you?"

"Oh, fuck you..." I muttered, feeling my arousal grow and grow.

"I think it is I who is fucking you, actually..." Tori replied, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. "Now, just be patient..." She placed a trail of kisses down my stomach, getting closer and closer to my center. "and you shall be rewarded..."

I gasped as her lips closed around that sensitive little bundle of nerves, my hips automatically bucking up. Before I knew it, she was inside me, fingers going in and out, her tongue softly flicking against my clitoris in controlled bursts.

Then I was swept away and all I knew was the feeling of her hands, her lips, her skin against mine. Her scent wafted over me, and I could feel myself getting higher and higher...

and then it ended in a glorious wave of euphoria and ecstasy, and then I knew no more.

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed, and an empty apartment.

At least she left a note.

Dear Jade,

Thanks for the coffee.

-Tori