faetedneutrality | For relance

Hades had been sent back to where he'd come from over a century before. The fae had continued on as they always did, and Bo had never stopped being the champion she was, helping people, stopping evil, that sort of thing. However, she'd suffered losses. While she still had Dyson, Vex, Mark and her half-sister Dagny, Lauren and Kenzi had both since died. They'd been very difficult losses to take, but ones that she'd known would come sooner or later.

She'd moved on, though she sometimes still felt the losses. And she still missed Tamsin, which tended to be a more potent pain considering Dagny was her daughter. At any rate, she was a succubus, and she had been living as one since she'd lost Lauren. She was still friends-with-benefits with Dyson, sometimes it being more than that, but they were currently in one of their FWB stages.

After finishing a particularly headache-inducing job, Bo had gone home to change for a night out. She decided going to Vex's club would be the best outlet. And maybe she'd find someone to spend the night with. Or multiple someones. She definitely wasn't against threesomes. Her succubus engine was getting revved up, and she was needing an outlet for it. She'd pulled on a black dress that not only showed off her cleavage, but showed a ton of skin, then she did her hair and make-up, giving herself a bit of a gothic edge. Heavy on the eye liner, mascara and eye shadow as usual. The dress was paired with a sexy pair of high heeled boots.

When she got to the club, she paused just inside the door, taking a breath as she sexual energy pulsed around her much like the music pulsed in her chest. She was definitely ready to get her game on, and she made her first stop at the bar where she got a strong mixed drink that was electric blue in color, oddly enough the same color her eyes turned to when she was using her powers. She took a sip, then moved to glance over the dance floor. She was first seeing if anyone caught her eye, and if not she'd just jump into a place on the dance floor and let her body do the talking.

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They didn't need drunken assholes watching their show. Besides, Bo knew they'd do it better in private. At least Bo didn't have any roommates that would have to deal with the sounds of ecstasy and rocking bed. Something told the succubus that they could very well go all night long. She didn't necessarily need to feed, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't at least try Julia's chi and see what it tasted like.

Gazing at Julia, she saw that all too familiar look on her face. It was one that she liked, especially when she was in the mood to go at it all night without a care for the world. "That's good to know because sometimes I get carried away." The only thing Bo wouldn't do was get cut, or gouged by finger nails or teeth, because her blood was dangerous. Nothing ruined things quite like someone becoming enthralled to her, and then a ritual would need to be done to break the bond. It was annoying, and sometimes it cut down on the rougher fun she liked to have sometimes, but so long as her blood didn't end up in Julia, they'd be fine.

"I'm definitely all for breaking rules," she responded with a smirk as she sped off. She definitely liked the way Julia thought, and she was more than anxious to stoke the fire that was already raging between them. She made it back to her house in record time. Well, near record time. She was careful to not speed to the point of getting pulled over by a cop. That would've put a damper on the moment. Killing the engine, she shifted on the seat, moving to straddle Julia's lap, hands moving up her arms, over her shoulders and into her hair. "Now, where were we?" She murmured before she caught the wolf's lips in another heated kiss.

Julia wouldn't have minded the roughness, or even a little bit of thrall so long as it wasn't a permanent fixture. No, she didn't have it in her to permanently belong to anyone, which may have been one of the reasons that she had chosen to be unaligned as well. Nope, no thank you belonging to the Ashe or the Morrigan or any number of elder fae who had survived into this timeline. But perhaps with someone like Bo for a little while? That could be quite fun indeed. Rough was practically Julia's middle name, and she didn't want to leave anything off the table.

Especially not breaking rules. Julia had laughed into the wind as they drove, her head thrown back and without a care as if she was daring the fates to come and stop the evening that certainly seemed to be in the cards for her. Let the world come and move, because she was going to end it having a gratuitous amount of sex with the woman next her, come hell, high water or act of the gods themselves. This was something that was simply too good to miss.

When they ended up at Bo's place, and she got a lap full of the woman, Julia traced her fingers very slowly down the other woman's spine. It started with just the soft back of her knuckles into a little bite of her nails. Not enough to draw blood, of course, just enough for there to be the taste of sharpness in the soft. The hand not on Bo's back traced along the satin where dress met thigh, pressing under it for a second and then pulling back out before she spoke against Bo's lips. "I think it was right about here."

Bo was no stranger to roughness between the sheets. Sometimes she tended to become rather enthusiastic during sex and get carried away. And sometimes she was simply plain aggressive when she needed sex to heal from injuries. Bo had a tendency to get injured a lot, but that went hand-in-hand with her hero complex thing combined with her penchant for poking her nose in where it didn't belong. No one meddled in things that didn't concern her quite as much as Bo did.

That had been one thing that had set her apart from other fae. She broke rules, broke boundaries, and didn't give a shit who she angered in the process of doing what was right. Bo also cared about humans, something that fae didn't seem to do as much as she felt they should. Bo's love of humans wasn't without good reason. She'd been raised by human parents, grew up believing she was human until her succubus powers manifested and killed the first person she'd ever loved. Her best friend had been human. One of her lovers had been human. But she had to admit, the best sex she'd had had been with other fae.

And Julia was promising to be vying for a spot on that list.

She groaned, back arching under the sharpness of Julia's nails along her spine, and it felt good. Her eyes closed at the sensation, and when she opened them, they were glowing blue. "That sounds about right to me," she murmured, fingers brushing along Julia's neck, then over her shoulder and down her arm. She pressed tightly against her as her other hand moved to the door handle and opened it. "At least here we can be as loud as we want." She slipped out of the car, grabbing Julia's hand and pulling her with her.

Julia was not ashamed to admit that if Bo had suggested it that she would have fucked her as easily in that car as she might have done so on the dance floor, or indeed anywhere at all. Sex was something that had always come easily to the blond, ever since he could remember from her teenage days, but this had a promise of more than simply just that little bump of pleasure that a good fuck happened to bring. Already, Julia was breaking all sorts of rules for the woman who was pulling her along.

The wolf's first rule had always been bringing someone back to her own place. Despite the fae world being nicer and more sanitized, it was still quite the fae world, filled with all of the idiosyncrasies and traps that went along with being involved with one another. Some people could be very not nice, and Julia had no intention of becoming someone's pet without her consent.

Becoming someone's pet with her consent was more than welcome, of course. That was part of the fun.

And yet, despite her first and only rule, she followed Bo into her house, her fingers caressing the hand that held onto her own. It was a simple touch, but one that was filled with a searing sort of heat. It was the sort of touch that chased away winter all at once, and the sort of touch that curled all the way down around her middle like a purring cat that refused to let go. The touch wasn't even all that sexual, and gods help her when it changed. There was certainly going to be a large amount of screaming, that was one thing Julia was sure of.

Which is why she stopped just inside the door and kissed Bo once again, pressing a word into amoung tongue and teeth. "Promise?"

There were plenty of times where Bo would have sex anywhere. It had actually been a while since she'd gotten fucked in a car, but she'd wanted to get inside. At least there, there was far less chance of being overheard by neighbors or the like. Bo had taken some precautions to add some sort of sound proofing to the outer walls of her home. Considering how often she was attacked in her own home by enemies, and how often she had partners there, she wanted to cut down on the noise level that escaped the house. Especially if she was the target of a fae attack, normal humans didn't need to get in the middle of that.

Bo also had absolutely no desire to make anyone her pet. She had never made anyone a pet. In fact, Kenzi had been the only human she'd ever "claimed" so that she could stay with her as per fae rules. But after she'd unclaimed Kenzi and they'd gone their separate ways, she'd never taken another one. She'd had human lovers on and off, but nothing more than that. Julia wasn't in danger of becoming a pet, unless it was something in a sexual sense and they both consented to it.

That touch to her fingers was a surge of fire. Bo almost thought perhaps Julia had a touch that incited fire much as Bo could enthrall people with her touch. Either way, it went straight through her. And the kiss only enhanced that sensation. Bo pulled Julia close against her, hands gripping her hips tight as she pressed her back against the closed door, pinning her there with her body. "Promise," she murmured back into the blonde's mouth. Bo kissed her deeper and sounder, adding heat to it. At this rate, it would be a while before they made it to her bedroom, but she didn't precisely care. She had no roommates to worry about coming home to find them.

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