Trapped

[petty_dabbler]

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.

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[petty_dabbler]

John was dressed in a flash. In the light every single one of his tattoos was visible, and he covered them all up as fast as he could.

Tugging on his trench coat, he popped the collar and nodded to the door.

"Ladies first?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette from a partly crushed pack.

[myprettybird]

She nods and heads out on high alert. The trip back to the car is completely uneventful, though, aside from the horror movie level gore left over from the earlier explosions. She does her best to ignore it and keep moving. Not like there's anything they can do about it now, and her skin is really starting to itch.

Once they hit the street, Dinah allows herself a second to close her eyes and take a deep breath of fresh air. Her hands resting against the roof of the car. She stretches her back and breathes out a loud sigh of relief as she waits for John to go around to the driver's side.

"I need a shower. And a cigarette, if you can spare one." She opens the passenger side door to get in but stops short. "Got anything to put on these seats? This shit is gonna be a nightmare to get out of the upholstery."

[petty_dabbler]

John tucked his bent smoke between his lips and handed her the pack and lighter. Then he looked into the car and decided Chaz could fuck right off.

"Nah, love, it's alright. Just get in. We'll worry about it in the sunlight," he said as he slid into the shitty twenty year old economy nightmare and took off.

There was a hotel not far away and John had just enough dosh to get them a room. It wasn't the best motel, but they didn't ask questions when they saw all the blood, so that was good.

In the room, he hung up his coat.

"All things considered, that could have gone worse," he said.

[myprettybird]

She wants to argue, but she really can't, so she just sorta shrugs and nods in agreement. They're both alive, the sex was surprisingly good, and she's finally gonna get to wash the guts out of her hair. So...yeah. Could be worse.

"I'm not sure any of these clothes are salvageable so I might end up stealing a bed sheet to wear home, but I've had worse walks of shame."

Stripping off her top she tosses it aside and starts toward the bathroom. No point in being modest and the sooner she gets this shit off the better. "Either I get first dibs on the shower or you can join me," she calls back to him over her shoulder. "No hard feelings if it was just about the ritual, though."

[petty_dabbler]

"In a minute, love," he said, smoking the last inch of the last bent fag in the packet.

He waits until she's in the shower, water on, and he strips out of his clothes. He lays them all, his and hers, on the floor. This isn't what magic is technically for, but a few words and a wave of hands and the gore is gone. Clean and fresh- he'd be buggered if he was folding them, though.

Then he enters quietly, closes the door with an audible click, and slips into the shower behind her. He presses a kiss to her shoulder and his hand, the one recently aflame, around her belly without a word.

[myprettybird]

She's actually a little surprised when she hears him close the bathroom door. She wasn't lying when she said no hard feelings, but she definitely isn't gonna turn down a round two. If she's honest with herself, it would have been a little disappointing if she never got a chance to see what he was about when they weren't performing some weird sex ritual in fear of their lives.

Although. She's also not convinced that didn't kind of...awaken a potential new kink. She might have to give that some dedicated thought when she's enjoying alone time.

She presses her back against his chest and lets her head rest on his shoulder, her hand over his on her stomach. The warm water feels so damn good she's almost high off it, and his warm body makes it even better. "So," she says in a relaxed, low pitched tone. "Thanks for saving our asses back there."

[petty_dabbler]

"Nice that it worked. I'd have felt like a fool if it hadn't," he smiles, the curve of it warming his voice. His hand slides lower and he kisses her shoulder. His cock stirs against her, definitely interested by her soft skin and the slick of the hot water.

[myprettybird]

Her eyes closed, she lets the water and the feel of his hands on her skin soothe away the tension and whatever remaining adrenaline was left over from the events of the day. She's gotten used to all kinds of crazy shit over the years, but it still takes it toll when she sees someone die. Even a stranger. It's good to be reminded that she's still alive.

"Would it ruin the moment if I asked you what it was we actually did? Was that like...actual sex magic?"

[petty_dabbler]

"Actual sex magic. Mmm, that's it," he says, nodding but staying close so his lips ghost over her damp skin. "There's more raw power in sex than almost anything. Didn't mean to use you like that, but those sygils...we'd have died in there."

John wasn't overly keen on dying. Not that it stuck, but it did a nuber on his clothes and always gave him gas. Best to avoid it.

[myprettybird]

"No apology necessary." She rubs her ass against him and hums at the sensation. Her skin is tingling, she finally feels clean, and she pretty much can't imagine anywhere she'd rather be right now. Weird how quickly a day can change. "You made it clear I had a choice."

Turning to face him, she slides her hands up his chest and then wraps one around the back of his neck. Being able to actually see him this time makes for a lovely change. He's stupid handsome, and those eyes. Yeah, he's trouble.

"Plus, I'm a big fan of not dying."

[petty_dabbler]

"Being dead does hinder things a bit," he agrees, his dark eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation or regret. He's genuinely surprised when he finds none.

Clearly the bird is a bloody lunatic, then. Which is lovely because John never met a bad choice he didn't grab with both hands.

He kisses her then, soft. Tender and slow. No fear, no panic. He just takes the time to memorize the puff of her bottom lip and the metallic taste of the very tip of her tongue.

[myprettybird]

This is more like it. All the time she needs to relax and enjoy. She's not going to deny that she's an adrenaline junkie, she wouldn't do what she does if she didn't get off on the high stakes thrills. But this? She prefers to have a little more time and a lot less guts involved.

The way he kisses has her all kinds of tingly and she wonders if that's some magic in him or if he's just that good with his tongue. Not that it matters much either way as long as he keeps going. She deepens the kiss, just a little, enjoying it too much to hold back. Her fingers slide from the nape of his neck up into his hair and it's softer than she's used to.

[petty_dabbler]

His hands run up the slick swell of her hips, up higher along the dip of her waist, and finally resting on her breasts. Toying with her nipples, John kisses her hungrily. He'd like to think he was in charge, would very much like to think he lead the dance in bed. But everyone from Lucifer to Mrs. Albertson's three day old mini pig knew he'd never lead a dance in his life. He chased, which was a nice way to say he followed, but quickly.

Some of his tattoos were more sensitive than others and he'd gasp when her fingers ran lightly over them. The same with the scars of so many burns and cuts he'd lost count.

He tore himself from her mouth so he could nudge her chin up with the bridge of his nose just to get access to her throat.

[myprettybird]

He's more scarred up than anyone she's ever been with, and that's really saying something. She'd really like to have some time to explore them all. It's not prurient interest, his past is his own, but she can't help noticing the way he reacts when she touches them. She wouldn't mind seeing how he reacts to her mouth on them. Particularly the ones in more...interesting places.

Running her hands down his arms, she feels him shiver against her and she has to stop for a second. Has to ask. "Is it ok to touch them," she whispers, tipping her head back and moaning softly as he licks at her neck. "It doesn't hurt you?"

[petty_dabbler]

"No, love. It's fine," he murmured, sucking the water from her throat, leaving a livid mark in its place. Her touch is so gentle, so much more gentle than he deserves.

Or that's what you start thinking after...some things.

He tracks down, kissing her chest, sucking her nipples in turn, and then she has little chance to explore any more ink because he sinks to his knees and pushes her slowly back against the wall so he can kiss her cunt. Water dripped down his face and he kept his eyes closed. No need to see doing this. He knew his way round.

[myprettybird]

That mouth. Holy shit, that mouth. She knew he was gonna be a fucking champion with that mouth. No one who kisses like he does isn't a champion at eating pussy and she fucking deserves this after the day they've had.

She presses back against the cool tile and braces herself, one hand on his head and the other holding onto the little shelf they always seem to have in hotel showers. She'd never actually used one for anything before but it's so perfectly placed she's wondering if this kinda thing is actually what they have in mind when they install them. Her eyes fall shut and her smile is bright as anything as she hooks a leg over his shoulder and moans.

[petty_dabbler]

John settles in, figuring out how to make his knees not slip and how to not drown. He kisses her hair, her thighs, and last low on her belly. A hand to spread her thighs just a little and he sinks his tongue inside, finding her clit right away. A little hello-there, just to make her gasp. There was sex magic and then there was magical fucking sex and John took pride in the fact that he was damned good at it.

He plunges his tongue deep into her and groans when he can taste the last of his seed painting her cunt. He ca't get deep enough so his fingers take over, leaving his tongue for her clit.

[myprettybird]

Her fingers all tangled up in his wet hair, she makes sure not to pull even if she wants to. She has no idea what he's into and she definitely doesn't want to distract him. Not when he's hitting all the right spots like a fucking champion. Now this is a man who knows his way around and bless whatever women taught him his tricks.

The sounds she's making are getting half-way muffled by the spray of the shower, but if anything, that just makes her louder. Less self-conscious about it. She can feel herself starting to dig her nails into his scalp and she stops herself, forces her hand to relax again. Even while her thighs are starting to shake and her heart is pounding. Yeah, this is definitely one of her favorite ways to be reminded she's still alive.

[petty_dabbler]

Delicately but sure, John spreads her cunt open so he can get that much closer. Fingers sink in deep and press while he sucks her clit. It's not hard to imagine he probably learned to suck cock first, then applied it all over the place. It had yet to fail him. He licks and sucks, lets go long enough to make her bitch about it, then devotes all his attention to making her fly apart and, hopefully, forget their earlier encounter.

[myprettybird]

Cushioned by her hair, her head hits the slick tile of the shower wall and her eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering. She's pretty damn sure this is the best oral she's ever gotten from a man, and he's even putting some women to shame. Fuck that's some talent right there.

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.

[petty_dabbler]

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.

[myprettybird]

She laughs as she grabs his hand to pull him closer. Eyes focused on his lips, all plush and slick and she's aching to lick the taste of herself out of his mouth.

"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.

[petty_dabbler]

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.

[myprettybird]

Talented and clever. Considering what a shit storm the day has been, she's not sure how she's ending up so lucky. Maybe it's karma paying her back for spraying guts in her hair.

"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."

[petty_dabbler]

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.