John and Dinah had forged a partnership, as it were. John wasn't the most cuddly...but then neither was she. What mattered was that together they had a better chance of finding out what was going on. John had 'taken a meeting', as he'd called it, before he emerged from the bathroom soaking wet but with smoke rising from his charred clothes. He'd gotten information from someone he didn't trust, but knew was useful.
He and Dinah went to the old building and crept in through a broken window. Sneaking around a corner, they could see a ritual going on. Candles. Incense. Three goats and a young man, naked and bound in the center of a circle of sygils scrawled on the floor. John got out 'we have to stop...' but then leapt from hiding to charge the ritual. Dinah at his heel was just as late as John was. Candle flames flared and the boy and his goats all exploded in wet chaos. Both John and Dinah were doused head to foot in gore. A voice boomed from overhead in a language John didn't recognize and the head priest's eyes glowed.
The fight was brief. So brief it wasn't a fight at all. John and Dinah found themselves locked in a dark room. The walls were cold metal and there was no ventilation. John flicked open his zippo to take a look around. Inscribed around the door were more sygils.
"The good news," he announced, "Is I can get us out of here. The bad news is...you're not going to like it, love."
He looked at her with a dark, hungry gaze and tugged at his tie to undo it.
He clicked the zippo shut, leaving them in the dark.
He and Dinah went to the old building and crept in through a broken window. Sneaking around a corner, they could see a ritual going on. Candles. Incense. Three goats and a young man, naked and bound in the center of a circle of sygils scrawled on the floor. John got out 'we have to stop...' but then leapt from hiding to charge the ritual. Dinah at his heel was just as late as John was. Candle flames flared and the boy and his goats all exploded in wet chaos. Both John and Dinah were doused head to foot in gore. A voice boomed from overhead in a language John didn't recognize and the head priest's eyes glowed.
The fight was brief. So brief it wasn't a fight at all. John and Dinah found themselves locked in a dark room. The walls were cold metal and there was no ventilation. John flicked open his zippo to take a look around. Inscribed around the door were more sygils.
"The good news," he announced, "Is I can get us out of here. The bad news is...you're not going to like it, love."
He looked at her with a dark, hungry gaze and tugged at his tie to undo it.
He clicked the zippo shut, leaving them in the dark.
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Date: 2020-04-30 03:59 am (UTC)Her thighs are already shaking and by the time he serious, she's done. She comes on a half-scream, unable to stop herself from pulling his hair, and barely keeping herself on her feet.
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Date: 2020-04-30 04:12 am (UTC)He eats her all the way through, slowing and easing off only once she's come down a little. John finally rocks back, wipes water from his face, and stands. He's insanely hard, but that's not terribly uncommon. He can get hard at the most inappropriate times. Now...not inappropriate.
"You've got some pipes, love," he says with a sweet, hangdog smile and innocent eyes as if he wasn't just buried in her cunt.
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Date: 2020-04-30 04:21 am (UTC)"You have no idea," she says before kissing him, slow and deep. Hand on his ass, she pulls him in tight, trapping his cock against her stomach and swallowing the sound that gets her. Fucking in the shower is always a risky and acrobatic exercise, but after what they've already been through today, she thinks they can make it work.
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Date: 2020-04-30 05:05 am (UTC)Her mouth is so soft, so willing...
He starts rutting against her to seek friction he so desperately needs. His tongue licks at hers and he tastes her teeth. Finally he pulls away.
"I need you," he admits. "Want to go to bed?" Just a suggestion, to be polite. He's not interested in stopping, but the shower is slick and nothing ruins sex like a good fall.
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Date: 2020-04-30 05:15 am (UTC)"Yes", she replies with conviction. Kissing him one more time, quickly but with feeling, before reaching behind to turn the water off. "But use a towel first. Trust me. You aren't gonna want soaking wet sheets."
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Date: 2020-04-30 05:25 am (UTC)John smiled, a devious half smile that made his eyes flash with mischief.
"If I do the job right, they better get wet," he drawled, then got out to dry off. Tattoos covered him here and there, neck to ankles. Every single one of them was some sort of arcane or esoteric symbol. Then there were the scars. So, so many scars.
Not on his hands, though. Strange, considering it had been on fire.
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Date: 2020-04-30 09:39 pm (UTC)"Idiot."
After squeezing as much water as she can out of her hair, she tosses the towel aside, not taking her eyes off him. She hadn't been able to see much in the shower, and hadn't seen anything at all in the cell, so it's shocking now, getting a good look at him. So much history written all over his skin, probably quite literally. And it doesn't look like much of it was good. She can relate.
"Are they all...magical?" she asks, trying to find some other word that might fit but failing. "The tattoos, I mean. Do they give you power?"
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Date: 2020-04-30 10:09 pm (UTC)You absolutely do NOT deserve that girl. You know you're just going to get her killed. Sooner or later, John. Oh, fuck off, Chaz.
She's gorgeous. John devours her shape with his eyes, his dick demanding attention. Who was he to deny? He moves forward onto the bed, kissing his way up from her knees.
"Some help me focus magic, some are protection from magic. Demons. Nasty business..." he purred, tracking all the way up to her mouth. "Except the one on my hand. That's a pencil mark from first year," he added with a grin against her lips.
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Date: 2020-04-30 10:42 pm (UTC)"You make a habit of getting involved in nasty business, don't you, John." She scratches her nails lightly up his back, then nips at his bottom lip. "I've tried to avoid it, but it always seems to find me anyway."
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Date: 2020-04-30 10:52 pm (UTC)"Seems to find you," he agreed. "Nasty business is my middle name."
As he spoke he spread her thighs with his knee. A little fumble off the edge of the bed and a packet crinkled. He didn't bother to ask, because it wasn't even a question. And besides, Death would be on his ass about it for eternity. He slipped the condom on, then squirmed into place.
Close, closer, back...no, not there...there.
John's smart ass mouth was stilled for the moment as he slid into her.
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Date: 2020-04-30 11:06 pm (UTC)She gasps as he buries himself inside her and she wraps her legs around his hips, trying to get the angle right. "Yeah," she breathes against his ear. "Just like that."
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Date: 2020-04-30 11:49 pm (UTC)His knees find purchase on the bed and gives him the leverage to screw her deep. He kisses her hungrily, as if he'd never get to kiss anyone again. Not deperation, he wasn't desperate, but he knew the value of what he had to lose.Might as well live in the moment, he figures.
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Date: 2020-05-01 12:15 am (UTC)She under no illusion that this actually means anything, she'd be surprised if he even remembered her name in a few years, but it's not like she could name every ex-lover so she won't hold it against him. That doesn't change the fact that she's pretty sure that unless he does something monumentally fucked up in the future, he's always gonna be welcome back in her bed. You don't say no to a man who can fuck like this.
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Date: 2020-05-02 11:22 pm (UTC)"Rrrgh, Dinah," he growled roughly, nipping at her lip before backing off. He flashed her a wicked, cheeky smile, then shifted a little so he could slide his hand down. He'd learned well from a woman in New Orleans that sometimes just a dick alone wasn't going to do it. And for a lady, you did. John slid fingers into the slick, finding the bud of her clit right there, then began to pump again. With his finger there he was obviously intent on getting her off again. And, one could assume, over and over again as long as she could stand him.