knightsoflegend | Valentine's Day }{ Open post

This would probably be the wrong reaction for any other person but...Bo just busts out laughing.

"Oh my god, you think I have wings?" She holds up a hand, shaking her head. Just...give her a moment. "Let me guess, I'm strategically hiding horns in my hair, too."

He looks really confused now.

"Look." Grabbing his phone, he pulls the search back up because he has it bookmarked. Handing it over to her (oh my god he gave we his phone), he starts to drive again when the light turns green. "I really don't care but you don't need to lie about it."

"So you googled me? And believed it?"

Okay, kind of not impressed. You should really just believe her, Andrew.

"Look, if I had wings? I think I would know. And I've sure as hell never seen them. I'm not even from this world, so why would you think everything about me would be the same?"

"I don't... I mean it's not like these are from this world either! Shadowkind are from all over but the drakenet is pretty all inclusive. Or... I thought it was..." The light turns green and he starts to drive again. "I was just trying to find out more about you. That's all."

"You could have just asked me." Now she feels a little bad, but she's still kind of peeved and just flustered by the whole thing. "I didn't exactly withhold information when I talked to you about it before."

She exhales deeply, going into more detail. "Look, I found out I was a succubus literally a week before I showed up here in this version of the world. The rest of my history from before that? I don't remember a lick of it. I had to figure out everyone myself, because everything I read didn't seem to line up all the way."

"If..." He glances at her, obviously debating if he should continue that sentence, but just decides he's already kind of fucked, so he might as well just go for it. "If you only found out a week before you got here... How do you know this stuff isn't true..?" It seems like a valid question to him, at least.

Her mouth opens to reply, only to close shortly afterward. She looks away briefly, out the window, as the tension in her shoulders release, and she kind of...deflates.

"I guess I...don't. I guess I just thought it would have happened by now."

She glances back over, frowning, though it's at herself at this point, not at him.

Well, shit. He didn't really mean for this to happen. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Andrew decides to take a chance and reaches over to take her hand in his.

"M'sorry. I thought it might be good to try to learn more on my own, but I didn't mean to make you mad. Last thing I wanted, actually. But if you're pissed and want to just forget about dinner, I'll understand."

She relaxes a bit as he takes her hand, and she manages a smile as she shakes her head and looks back over.

"No way. If you read all that crazy stuff and still wanted to go out with me? Hey, most guys would have run for the hills or avoided me like the plague or thought of me as some sort of conquest and peaced out a long time ago."

She gives his hand a squeeze. "Besides, maybe I'm just scared. Maybe it's good that you checked these things out. You should know that I'm dangerous."

"Hey, that's not-" He tries to glance between her and the road, suddenly pissed at himself for starting this while driving. Luckily, he's turning into the parking lot now so he can get them parked before he continues.

"I trust you, alright? I mean all that stuff on the drakenet makes it out like you'd just want to feed on me and be done with it. You could have done that in the bar without ever going out with me, yeah? So unless you're just playing with your food? Pretty sure that's not what's going on here."

"No, it's not. But that doesn't change the fact that to most people, I'm a monster."

She may not remember being 18, killing her first boyfriend, having her mother throw her out of the house and call her a devil. But she remembers killing that guy who was going to roofie Kenzi. And maybe she'd been going after shitty people when she got hungry because she had to kill someone and better she pick a sick twisted asshole than some innocent person when she lost control.

But she still killed people. And she's guessing there were a lot of bodies in her past. There were plenty in this world too, before she found other supernaturals and eventually the knights and learned what the hell she was doing.

"I'm doing what I can to deal with that, to make up for the times I've messed up, but the truth is I don't know even half of what I should about myself. For all I know, I'm half this and half something else, since it doesn't all match up. I know enough to know I never met my parents."

He just listens, takes it in, and thinks about what he wants to say next. Unfortunately, trying to sort his thoughts might come off as hesitation.

"I really like you." Wow, that was totally worth the anticipation. He rushes to fill in the questions he's sure she'll have. "And not just because you're gorgeous and you can kick my ass at air hockey. Those things help, sure, but... You make me feel- Good. And I haven't felt like that in a really long time." He's not really explaining this well at all.

"I want to do that for you. I want you to feel good and I want to be part of that. Because you're not a monster. And I don't think you're dangerous. You just might need some lessons in control? But that describes half the supernatural bastards that join up with the knights. But whatever you are? Whatever your parents were? I'm glad. Because I wouldn't change a single thing about you, Bo. Not one."

Wow, it is really good that he parked this car, because after that speech? There isn't really even anything she can say that will come anywhere close to that.

So she does the one thing she knows how to do best.

Bo leans over across the dash of the car to pretty forcefully press her lips against his, her hand slipping between his legs so that she can...reach for the metal bar below the seat and slide it back away from the steering wheel.

Guess what, Andrew, you have a succubus about to climb into your lap.

The moment she kisses him, Andrew freezes, not expecting that at all. And when he feels her hand move between his legs, he nearly passes out until he realizes that she's just shifting the seat back.

Wait. She's moving the seat back?!

The sound he makes when she shifts onto his lap is not manly at all. It's basically a whimper while he just prays that she will keep kissing him. Jesus she is going to kill him.

Her hand moves from moving the seat back to the side instead, because she's also going to lean it back all the way.

It's a small little car, after all. They need the room.

Hopefully this parking lot is deserted and dark or something at this point. Because she sure is going to keep kissing him. How do you feel about car sex, Andrew?

He feels...like he's never imagined he would have it. Especially not in a geek squad car that he rented for the night. But he's not complaining.

In fact, he manages to move finally and slips his hands over her hips, barely holding on but actually touching her as they keep on kissing. They still got a half hour before their reservation (because he was super nervous about this date okay??), but he's not even thinking about that. All he can think about is how out of his mind he is about this girl- and how fucking crazy it is that she seems to feel similarly.

Definitely no need to worry about how much time they have because Bo is clearly on a mission and is only mildly holding herself back (will save 14).

That noise he's hearing is her hands reaching between them and undoing his belt buckle, by the way.

She's serious about this car sex thing, clearly.

She's very serious about it. And he's serious about letting her be serious about it. His hands shift up slightly, pushing at the bottom of her shirt until his fingertips brush her skin.

"Shit shit shit" He mutters quietly against her mouth, because between those two sensations, he is just a bit overwhelmed. But he doesn't want her to think that he wants her to stop so he pushes forward to kiss her again, a tad more aggressively this time.

Edited 2014-04-19 04:03 (UTC)

Her own lips curl up into a grin as he practically whispers those swear words against her mouth, and once she's expertly flipped open his belt buckle, she's going for the button on her leather pants.

Because yes, Bo wears leather pants on Valentine's day.

She's also pleased by his reaction, all too happy to keep that kiss going, and she always likes it when he shows a little initiative. She rewards him with a little grind of her hips against his, somehow managing it even in the confines of the little car.

Instead of a whimper this time, Andrew groans as she presses down against him. She knows what she's doing and she's not afraid to just go for it. It's par tof what Andrew really likes about her, how she simply lives and says fuck all to the rest.

But really he's not thinking about that. He's mostly thinking about the way she's pressed up against him and moving like that over his lap, because wow. Breaking away, he pants a few breaths before fumbling with his speech.

"I brought- I mean, I just thought 'just in case...' Not that I assumed anything, but- Condom. Jesus I brought a condom. It's in my pocket." How he manages to be so nervous about this when she's the one that climbed into his lap in the first place? Anyone's guess. Actually- how he managed to get lucky enough for car sex is anyone's guess.

Edited 2014-04-26 06:20 (UTC)

Don't worry, Andrew. You're not supposed to be thinking about that right now, though the fact that he thinks that at all is A+.

"Mhmm," she practically purrs, while two fingers slip into his pocket of his pants, probably brushing against unmentionables that may or may not be nearby. "I'll save the one I brought for later, then."

Hey, he's not the only one who came prepared, okay? Sex is kind of her thing.

"Oh, Jesus-" He mutters as she's touching and talking and... Basically Andrew's just having internal keysmash moments through all of this. "I haven't- I mean I have before, but it's uhm... been awhile." And never in a car. But he figures that he doesn't need to explain that part.

"You worry too much. Now hush, I'll take care of it."

And take care of it she does, aw yus.

(Fade to Black Sex Rolls: Str 15, Dex 10 (seems legit bc car), Con 11 (they have a dinner reservation to make), Wis 16, Cha 20)

So here's a funny story. Andrew manages to make this look really, really attractive by the grace of god, but he takes longer than she does to get off, which is annoying. And he's clumsy as hell, so he might have slipped out and accidentally tried to knock on the back door...

(rolls... str 10, dex 3, fort 15, wis 11, cha 18???)

Hey, he could have stuck it in the back door and she...probably would have been okay with it. She's totally capable of pretty redic kinky, okay? It comes with the territory.

Basically him being into it makes it the best thing ever.

She shakes hair out of her face with a toss of her head before she leans in to give him a long slow kiss as he comes down.

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