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A/N big thanks to Emeriel, my first review……I'm so grateful, she gushes totally embarrassed…: ))
"Met?" he asked, quirking his eyebrow up so far it receded into his hair line.
"Well, what else should I call you?" Sarah hissed impatiently.
"Sir, Master, The Metatron…a few choices come to mind" he drawled, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth.
Sarah stared, watching his amusement, tracing the curve of his mouth with her eyes, and trying desperately to remember their conversation. Her imagination was traitorously taking off and wondering how it would feel to kiss those lips. Her body slowly moved forward, she licked her lips, and looked up with her best seductive look.
"Bloody hell, is there something in the water here? Come on, let's dance, I'm not sure it's safe to stand still around here if an Angel wants to keep his trousers on!" he grumped, roughly grabbing her hand and leading her to the floor.
Sarah followed, mortified that he had rejected her, making her sound like a common tart, like that blonde! She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't register the change in music which happened as they reached the suddenly cleared dance floor. She didn't notice anything, trapped as she was in her own embarrassment, until he swung her round in a wide arc and trapped her tightly against his rigid body.
" The tango, always wanted to give it a go." he mentioned, before leading her in the most erotic dance of her life.
Afterwards she was to wonder how a supposedly pure and innocent angel, a Seraphim of the highest choir of angels, knew not just about the Tango, but more importantly just how to dance it. He was masterful, he was stern, he was wildly erotic and she ached for him.
"Learn a lot from daytime television" he had muttered, slightly shame faced when she had questioned him later.
The music throbbed, it's beat changing Sarah's fears into wanton delight. She was totally taken by the feelings this aroused in her. She stopped, pulled hard against his body, as the last beat died away, totally spent but wanting him more than breath itself.
The Metatron held her to his body, and stared deep into her eyes, noting with pleasure her flushed cheeks, and the obvious marks of her nipples jutting through the light fabric of her dress. She was totally his, her supplication evident in her posture, her desire coursing through her veins bathed him in a heady aroma of female pheromones. He suddenly realised that his arousal was just as evident, and that it hadn't gone unnoticed by Sarah. Her eyes widened just a little, as she struggled to get herself to breath normally. Letting go of her leg, allowing her to lower it to the ground from the position around his waist were it had ended at the finale of their dance, he breathed into her hair. Burying his nose into the cloud of dark silk as it settled on her shoulders. The vanilla scent of her shampoo did nothing to quell his arousal, but he suddenly found that he didn't care, he wanted to be with her. He would be with her. Raising his hand slowly , dragging his fingers up the side of her dress, he gently grazed her nipple with his nails as he brought his hand up to her face, and suddenly clicked his fingers.