Who Knows
Title: Who Knows
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Becca’s very good at keeping her secrets.
Daemon Summers slid up to the bar, turning slightly so he was looking at Wally Barton. He propped his head up with one hand and smiled, his too-sharp teeth glinting wickedly in the low light. “So, does Protean know about the pretty little thing you’ve been hanging over all night.”
Wally blinked, arching a single red eyebrow as he glanced at the demonic X-Man. “What?”
Daemon jerked his thumb towards the Becca, who was still out on the dance floor. “Her. Does Protean know?”
Wally’s face was mask-like in it’s stillness. “Yup. Now, why does this matter?”
“I’ve seen the way Protean looks at you, and how you look at him.” Daemon smirked. “It’s not like you two are being all that discreet.” He looked out on the dance floor. “Not that I blame you for wandering a bit. This one looks very flexable.”
“Thank you for noticing. Feel free to stop.”
Daemon clucked his tongue, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be so… possessive.”
“My relationships are, one, complicated, and two, none of your business. Good night, Mr. Summers.” Wally slid off the bar stool and returned to the dance floor while Daemon considered calling up Protean to see what the shape shifter was up to.
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Becca’s very good at keeping her secrets.
Daemon Summers slid up to the bar, turning slightly so he was looking at Wally Barton. He propped his head up with one hand and smiled, his too-sharp teeth glinting wickedly in the low light. “So, does Protean know about the pretty little thing you’ve been hanging over all night.”
Wally blinked, arching a single red eyebrow as he glanced at the demonic X-Man. “What?”
Daemon jerked his thumb towards the Becca, who was still out on the dance floor. “Her. Does Protean know?”
Wally’s face was mask-like in it’s stillness. “Yup. Now, why does this matter?”
“I’ve seen the way Protean looks at you, and how you look at him.” Daemon smirked. “It’s not like you two are being all that discreet.” He looked out on the dance floor. “Not that I blame you for wandering a bit. This one looks very flexable.”
“Thank you for noticing. Feel free to stop.”
Daemon clucked his tongue, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be so… possessive.”
“My relationships are, one, complicated, and two, none of your business. Good night, Mr. Summers.” Wally slid off the bar stool and returned to the dance floor while Daemon considered calling up Protean to see what the shape shifter was up to.