Mare woke up in her bed that evening. When she got up, she noticed Mikael wasn't in his room. This alarmed her and she called the receptionist. He told her that Mr. Deed was waiting for her downstairs, in front of the hotel entrance. She slowly got out of bed and stood up. After losing a considerable amount of blood, she felt dizzy. As a devil, she had unlimited possibilities for harming her body. Unfortunately, in a mortal body, she was susceptible to all sorts of ailments. She put on her favorite shoes (for 19 days) and walked slowly and calmly to her "husband." When she emerged, her red dress began to flutter in the wind. She looked forward and saw him. He looked much healthier.
"What happened? I thought you were sleeping," she said in a strangely gentle voice.
"We need to practice something," he replied, taking her good hand. "We have two hours, but if you like it, we can stay longer."
Mare looked away, avoiding his gaze, and allowed him to lead her. She didn't have the strength to resist.
They walked alongside the railing and watched the rippling water in silence. After a moment, they reached the dock with the gondolas. The she-devil looked at Mikael, but his face betrayed nothing. He asked the gondolier for one gondola for the evening. He took Mare in his arms and sat her in the boat.
"Are you going to learn to sail in this?" she sneered.
Mikael shook his head and climbed aboard with great fear. The gondola rocked left and right. The angel could barely keep his balance.
"Now I know why."
Mare laughed heartily.
"Don't laugh," he said, taking an oar. "It seems so simple, but it's actually very dificult," he added, almost falling into the water. He leaned awkwardly on the oar and stayed there. He couldn't make a move, either left or right.
"Help!"
The she-devil was crying with laughter, the situation seeming comical in her eyes.
"Can I help?
" "No, I can handle it myself," he said, taking a small swing and miraculously pushing himself off the bottom with his oar. The first time he did well, but they were only two meters from shore.
"Come on, next swing like that," she encouraged him.
The angel glared at her, but it turned out she wasn't joking this time. She was absolutely serious.
"Mikael, have you run out of strength?
" "No... just... Never mind. I have a stupid feeling we'll lose tomorrow's competition, no matter what.
" "Believe in yourself, now row, or we won't finish until morning."
"And one," Mikael said to himself, pushing in one direction. "And two."
He took off in the other direction. At first, the gondola rocked in all directions. Mare had to hold on tightly to the edge of the boat to avoid falling. Those watching the scene that evening had a good laugh. Mikael leaned in both directions, almost splashing. After an hour of "training," he was 50 meters from the dock, and after another hour, 150 meters. He was getting better and better, though he wasn't entirely convinced.
"It's stopped wobbling," she laughed again. "After two hours, you're getting the hang of it." We're almost done with the second lap."
The panting angel sat down for a moment. His arms were starting to feel weak. As a true angel, he didn't tire, but as a mortal, he felt the hard work it takes to build strong muscles.
"Mare is very determined to win. I wouldn't want to disappoint her, but she doesn't care what I think or feel anyway. Like me, 'I really like devils.'
A small pang in his heart and a return to normality. A simple warning, one he didn't care about. Ten minutes later, he reached the dock. He hurried, wanting to see if he'd fully mastered the art of sailing a gondola. He hadn't suspected himself of such great talent. He chuckled to himself at the thought.
"Maybe I'll get a job as a gondolier after work," he thought.
He turned to Mare. He thought that once they arrived, she'd immediately flee the deck, but not this time; the devil had fallen asleep. Her hand slipped down until it touched the water. The angel confidently approached and crouched before her. She now looked like a small, innocent child, like a normal person. Mikael briefly thought these thoughts, but then he quickly dismissed them.
"Devils are devils," he thought, and tried to gently rouse her. The devil didn't even move.
"Mare," he whispered. "Get up, we're going home.
" "Not yet!" she cried, opening her eyes unexpectedly. The frightened angel took a step back. He hadn't calculated the boat's thickness in that brief moment and fell into the water with a loud splash.
"Eckhu, eckhu," he coughed, spitting out water before doing so. "Do you always wake up like this?
" "You should have checked how I wake up when I asked you to visit me in my City. And I'm so sorry," she scoffed, barely containing a loud burst of laughter. "Get out of there, or you'll catch a cold by tomorrow.
" "Easy to say. But why do these kinds of accidents only happen to me?
" "I don't know, you wimp," she said, stepping out like a princess from a carriage, or really a gondola. She was truly very weak and wanted to go back to the hotel.
Mikael swam to the shore and clumsily climbed onto the wall. When he emerged from the water, he felt very cold. He was wearing only his everyday T-shirt and denim pants. To make matters worse, his fringe had fallen completely over his face and large drops were dripping from it.
Mare smiled indulgently. The angel looked like a small child next to her who had done something wrong. She took off her button-up sweater and covered him with it. A small prick touched her, but she ignored it. She never cared about warnings. There could be many, and they still didn't do much harm.
She led her soaked "husband" to the room. After closing the door, the angel, shivering with cold, lay down on the floor as usual. Mare looked at him, wanting to laugh again. He looked so pathetic.
"Come," she said, offering him her hand to help him stand. The angel obediently took it and rose from the floor. "Now, I'll take you to hell."
Mikael smiled and nodded. She threw a towel over his head and began to torment him by scrubbing her. She stood in front of him and began to remove his shirt.
"Mare..." he said her name, but fell silent.
"Shh..." she replied, placing her fingers on his lips. "I'll take care of everything..."
"Why don't you have a heartache? You're actually helping me," he said calmly, staring into her eyes.
Mare tossed his hair back but avoided his gaze. She didn't want to answer his question; she wasn't entirely sure he'd understand anyway.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine..."
Mikael reluctantly said,
"I could handle it myself...
" "I know," she replied, running a finger down his chest. She'd never dared to do this, but at that moment she was gripped by an irresistible temptation, one that her victims sometimes had to resist. She ran her right hand from his shoulder all the way down to his pants. She unbuttoned the button, then his fly. Mikael gently removed her hands.
"Have you been drinking?"
Mare laughed.
"Of course not. Don't interrupt me.
" "You'll be furious with me tomorrow." You know that very well.
She fell silent. He didn't understand her, or rather, he didn't realize what she was feeling. She had such a desire to embrace him and kiss him, to touch his lips, even for a moment, but he was robbing her of this greatest pleasure.
"After all, how is an angel supposed to know that we too... can feel? He doesn't even acknowledge it."
Her eyes glazed over. Her head felt heavy, and her legs felt light beneath her. She was drifting towards the floor.
"Mare!" Mikael cried at the last moment, catching her.
He touched her forehead and cheeks. She was flushed.
"That's probably why she was acting different today."
He smiled weakly to himself. He hoped that wasn't the case. He took her in his arms and laid her on the bed. The devil held his hand tightly, as if refusing to let go. Mikael tried to somehow free himself from his grip, but even unconscious, she wouldn't give up.
"Mare, you have a fever. I need to put some compresses on you..."
Nothing, no reaction. The devil didn't wake up. Angel sighed loudly and pulled off the towel he was wearing with one hand. He (miraculously) took off his wet pants and lay down next to her. The bed was large enough for two people, but Mare preferred comfort. Luxury always came first, which was why she always preferred to sleep alone.
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