The strobe lights made him squint as he adjusted to them, the club was in full swing, bodies pressed close as people danced and drinks going all around, he sought out the one he had come for. It didn't take him long to find who he sought for, being the life of the party, and quite attractive, it was not unusual for others to flock around her.

He crossed his arms, feeling his nerves rise at the sight of her, the least she could was wear something a bit more modest. There was no reason to have all of herself revealed. He frowned, anger rising in him, when a man got rather too close to her. He was inebriated, that much was evident, and he fumed as he watched her raise a hand to push him away.

Fists curling tightly at his sides, he marched forward, no one touched his dearest baby sister in such a way. Especially someone as lowly as this.

"Excuse me." He shoved the man back, squaring him up, and ignored the gasp of surprise from the young lady sitting on the bar top. "You need to stop touching her."

The inebriated man slurred, reaching forward to push him back. "Hey man! We're just having a good time!" He smiled at the girl behind him and she sneered in disgust. "Aren't we, sweetheart!"

"You disgust me, you fucking freak."

"You little bitch!"

He caught the man by the collar as he tried to rush around him, hauling him back around to face him, and he leaned in close this time, grimacing at the stench of alcohol on his breath. "You will never touch another woman in such a way. And you will never talk to another woman in such a way. Do I make myself clear?" The man sneered drunkenly at him. "Who are you—" He let a bit of his grace seep through, his eyes glowing brightly, steam rising from the fist he had around the man's collar. "Do I make myself clear?"

The man stared at him with wide eyes, stuttering as he nodded his head. "I get it, man! Sure! You got it!"

"Good." He shoves him away harshly and the man stumbles over his feet. "Now, leave."

The man stumbles away, at as best a run as he can manage, and he sighs as he turns back for his charge. She smiles at him, sipping at a fruity cocktail, twisting the skinny straw with her tongue. He crosses his arms as he turns back around to cross the small parting that separates them. "Hey, Micha."

"Asariel, why do you insist on hanging about in places like these?"

"I like the music." She takes another sip. "And the drinks."

He sighs, shaking his head fondly, and holds his hand out to her. She holds up a finger, silently commanding him to wait a minute, and presses the edge of the glass to down the rest of her drink in one gulp. Her small fingers curl around his and she hops down from the bar top, turning to pick up her sparkling jacket, he turns to guide them out of the rush, her long pony tail swinging with every step. He pushes the door open with his free hand, guiding her out into the cool night air of The Strip, though bodies still pass them, the congestion isn't so bad.

The older archangel drops her hand for a moment to shrug off his own jacket, twisting it around to drape over her shoulders, she gripped the edges and pulled it around her snuggly. "Would you please wear clothes?"

"I am wearing clothes, Micha."

"Proper clothes."

"Aww, Micha, I love my clothes though." She scratched a finger over her sleeve. "They're so sparkly."

Michael chuckled softly, shaking his head again when she turned to continue one, whether or not he was following. Smiling in amusement, he stepped forward, bending at the knee, and tugged her backwards. Asariel stumbled backwards, and he scooped her up, sweeping her off her feet. Asariel shrieked softly, curling her arms around his neck quickly, smiling at him at the sudden change of position. "I'll give you that, they are sparkly." He kisses her nose playfully. "Come home with me?"

"Are we gonna have a good time?"

"The best."

She lays her head on his shoulder. "I'll come home with you, then."

His room was greeted with a bright shriek, the younger archangel pushing against his shoulder, as he kissed the side of her neck playfully. "Micha, stop!" He shakes his head and she shrieks again, wiggling and squirming, kicking out to force him into dropping her. But he met her challenge, bending at the knee slightly, he paused, and as he sprung up he tossed her upwards. Asariel shrieked at the sudden loss of gravity, kicking out and winding her arms as she was tossed into the air.

The older archangel caught her arms the waist, his arms crossing under her bottom, holding her up over his head. She giggles excitedly, curling her fingers around his shoulders, and he kisses her bare belly lightly.

"You want to have a good time?" She giggles, nodding silently, and he kisses her belly again. "Remember what happened last time you wore a shirt like this?" The young girl giggles again, nodding one more, and he smiles up at her. "Good." And she shrieks when he buries his face into her belly. She squeals in laughter when he takes a deep breath and blows against her belly. She tugs at his hair lightly, and he pulls away, peering up at her at the silent request for his attention. "No!"

"No raspberries?"

She shakes her head and he chuckles. "Okay." He kisses her belly softly and she giggles at the feeling. "Can I give you kisses?" He smiles endearingly when she giggles again and gives a slight nod, leaning in to kiss her belly again. "I can settle for that." He presses kisses all over her belly, bringing her to a state of steady giggles, and walks forward for his bed. He knows his bedroom and it's layout like the back of his hand.

Asariel shrieks as they fall, she flings her arms out as she falls backwards, bouncing against the older archangels bed. Michael smiles up at her. "You want to play a game?"

She nods, giggling softly, and he chuckles at her adoringly. "I like games."

"I know you do." He presses a kiss to her belly again and she giggles harder. "I'm going to kiss your belly, and every giggle you give, will be one minute of this." He digs ten fingers into her belly, and she squeals brightly, arching her back at the sensation, her hands flying forward to clutch at his fingers, it didn't cause any inhibition. He stills his fingers after a moment of playful torture. "You want to play the game?"

Asariel nods. "Bring it on!" She takes a deep breath and curls her hands over her mouth. He chuckles at her expression, her concentration, the concentration to not giggle.

It didn't take long, it had always made her giggle, ever since she was a small mischievous fledgling, when he kissed her belly. And it was without sorrow that he dug his fingers into her belly. They played this game for some time, enjoying the time they got to spend alone together, uninterrupted.

He leaves her sprawled on his bed, breathing heavily, giggling continuously, her arms wrapped around her belly protectively. Michael smiles to himself as he turns on her for a moment, fishing one of his tunic from his wardrobe, and turns back to her. She's still giggling lazily, airily, and he winks at her playfully as he tosses his tunic on her. "Get changed."

Turning to give her privacy, the older archangel hums under his breath, he knows Asariel is following his order. He hears her toss her boots aside, they thud softly against the stone floor, and then small arms curl around him from behind. Peering over his shoulder, he smiles down at her, taking in her own smile as she leans against his back. "Want to take a nap?"

"Naps are for old angels!"

"Fledglings take naps too."

She huffs slightly. "I'm not a fledgling."

"No?" He turns, hooking his hands under her arms, and she hops up as he lifts her. She's too big to carry around like this, resting on his hip, against his stomach, but he holds her there anyway. "You'll always be that mischievous fledgling that used to hide under my bed for me."

"I guess I can take a nap with you." She tilts her head. "But, can we not call it a 'nap'?"

"What shall we call it then?"

"A 'siesta'!"

"Alright," he walks them back to his bed, loosening his grip so that she falls slightly, and he tucks her against his chest as he drops them back on his bed. "Let's take a 'siesta'."