A/N: Author here with a quick note– The rating is T for now but I might bump it up to M depending on where this all goes

It's tough when the love of your life is a demon. Worse still when it's your one and only job to stop demons from entering the Mortal Plane. Another one of these occurrences this month and the Blessings Daemoniorum, "Blessings for Demons" organization or BD for short, was going to have her hide. And her paycheck.

Anna irritably dismissed the homeowner in clipped Portuguese, slipping her occupation's customary leather gloves, silver crucifix, and holy water out of her bag. The cross thumped heavily on her chest, and she comforted herself knowing it wouldn't be there long.

The favela's stairs leading to the second level creaked against her boots and she put an arm out against the wall to steady herself. She hoped the ramshackle building's second floor was more stable. Anna had a pretty good idea who she was going to face in that room, so unlike her normal razorsharp readiness, this time she didn't bother to have her weapons out at all. She couldn't even pretend to be surprised when, upon entry, she was greeted in the native language with a jovial handwave.

"¡Olá!"

"Elsa."

The demon clucked her tongue. "Such forwardness. No more 'Back demon!' or 'This is your last chance, hellspawn!' To be expected I suppose what with an acquaintanceship as long as ours."

"Too long if you ask me," Anna replied crossly, arms folded in front of her chest. "So what's the deal? This is the tenth demon summoning this week. This. Week. How you manage to convince these people to let you into their homes I will never know. Jeezus Elsa, can you calm down? Space it out? Be more patient? Fuckin' something!?"

"Language, God might hear you." Elsa chastised innocently with a wave of her finger. Anna repressed the urge to throw her crucifix at Elsa's face and instead channeled her exasperation into choking the air in front of her.

From the center of her circle, Elsa looked on with amusement. "Has it really already been ten?"

Anna counted on her fingers. "There was that one time in India…"

"Ah yes, and twice in Bangladesh."

"Twice in Germany too–"

"You like Germany," Elsa grinned cheerfully.

"And you like Prague," Anna matched, the smallest of grins tugging at her own lips.

"Ethiopia was nice," Elsa continued happily. "Being summoned in one of those monolithic churches was probably more of a sin than originally planned but the craftsmanship was worth it."

"Russia on the other hand was a complete disaster." Anna growled, her hatching smile flattening to a grim line. Her arms went back to their previously folded position.

Elsa snapped her fingers impatiently, not having heard Anna at all and instead trying to remember the next location. "Oh, and America! Chicago was it? With the river all dyed green and alcohol flowing like water for St. Patrick's Day. Now do tell, Anna, did you enjoy the free booze? I thought it would be a lovely treat for you."

Anna rubbed the base of her jaw with her left hand. "The brawls in the streets were barely worth it. Nor was the chewing out back at headquarters for letting you slip away again."

Elsa's demeanor changed instantly to one of concern. "You're hurt." Stepping to the edge of the circle, Elsa beckoned with her hand. "Come here." Anna remained rigidly in place, the desire to go to Elsa battling against her basic training. The demon frowned. "You and I both know I could use my power to force you over here, binding circle be damned, but I don't want to do that to you. Please, let me see it."

Anna's shoulders slumped, taking the crucifix off and hearing it's dull thunk as she dropped it to the floor. This was a sin in itself; a Banisher never took off her cross, for one never knew when some hellspawn would show it's face. She supposed she was already damned: Elsa had stolen her heart long ago.

She stopped just shy of the circle – a weak thing outlined in ash, not even reinforced. Elsa must have rush jobbed this particular summoner. Had she really wanted to see her so badly?

Elsa noticed the distance. "Flimsy as it is, you know I cannot break the circle Anna. You must either enter or release me."

"You know I can't do that; I am not the summoner. And if I enter, the BD will consider me compromised. There'd be an elite team here in less than an hour to… cleanse me." Anna shivered.

"Just tell them the circle broke by itself. The wind blew the ash away; which will happen anyway in the next few minutes." Anna saw that Elsa spoke the truth. Ash skittered around her boots, the uninsulated walls and roof of the favela doing very little to block the airflow from outside. Anna sighed wearily, imagining the mountains of paperwork this would create, and slid her foot in an arc, destroying the circle.

"There, done. Now don't do anything cra–"

Elsa stepped forward and interrupted by pressing their lips together. She cupped Anna's face, soft as an angel's wing, and hummed in satisfaction. "You talk too much, love," she murmured, "I like that." After a moment, Elsa gently tilted Anna's head to the right. A purple blotch marred Anna's otherwise healthy skin; definitely a solid punch to the jaw. Elsa's eyebrows twitched, eyes brimming with apologies.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't." Anna lifted Elsa's chin, bringing her up from inspecting Anna's wound. Anna kissed her lovingly, saying what should could not with words. Demons were blamed for a great many things and she would not allow this beautiful woman to heap another unnecessary burden onto herself.

Elsa slipped a hand down Anna's waist, pulling her closer. "Here, I can at least do this for you." She once again cupped the left side of Anna's face, pressing lightly and releasing power into her. Anna gasped, and in a moment it was over. The Banisher probed her jaw. It wasn't even sore.

"I can hear my commanding officer now." Anna teased, pressing her forehead to Elsa's, listing, "broken circle, demonic power residue, yet another failed assignment…"

"I love you too."

"And as much as I love spending this much time with you, the truth is my superiors are going to start investigating if this happens too often." Anna stepped back, the atmosphere turning much more playful. "Do you think you could send me some easy minions? Boost my record and all that? Or else don't force your summoning every twelve hours?"

"Well, we are here in Brazil, and that does indeed make ten in this week alone." She'd spread her arms to indicate their location and now Elsa put a finger to her chin, a mischievous light in her eye. "I wonder where I should go next."

"Elsa, I swear to God... "

"Well that's not a good thing in your profession."

"Do you know how expensive plane tickets are?!"

"Oh come now, you know you love to travel and you actually get to use all those languages they taught you at the academy. As for boosting your record…" Elsa waved her hand and immediately there was a cacophony of sound below, followed by high pitched human screaming. It seemed the homeowner had crept back inside to check on Anna's progress and was now meeting with one of Elsa's many demon servants.

"I didn't mean now, Elsa!" Anna ran back to her discarded crucifix and holy water, stuffing her hands in her gloves and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Oh relax, it's a dæmon, a benevolent spirit. I'm sure my summoner is just over reacting."

Equipment gathered, Anna trotted over to give Elsa a goodbye embrace, but Elsa held her, running her fingers across Anna's healed jawline and take the Banisher's chin in her hand. "I've just decided where I'll see you again." She pulled Anna close for a deep kiss, scraping her teeth against Anna's bottom lip in a way promised more and left Anna reeling.

"See you in Venice, amore mio."