[TBS] If they wanted me dead, they missed a good chance when...
OOC: Said demon is my demon, Amy, firesfallnangel, and following the kick I have been on lately, there might be another prompt for her in conjunction with this. And seriously-please don’t ask me where this came from. Regardless of the fact that a Lauren Cohan/Sophia Bush kiss would be ridiculously hot.
“If the Winchesters had wanted me dead, they missed a good chance when I came to them for help on the Ghost Ship,” Bela sighed as she gathered her things together, looking over at the young woman reclining on the other end of the bed. Of course, Bela knew she was much more than a young woman-she had established that back at the bar when they were speaking earlier and she brought up some information about a weapon that Bela had recently acquired. Not that she was surprised that this demon-Amy, she thinks the name was-knew she had the Colt to begin with. She expected the news to spread rather quickly, but what she hadn’t expected was a demon to try and talk her out of the deal she already had in place. She had expected to be attacked, that people who try to kill her for this gun. But Amy-she only seemed to want to talk.
“Regardless of their dumbass good-doing hearts, they’re really gonna hate you now,” Amy said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, kicking them out in front of her slightly. It was a rather beautiful woman the demon had taken possession of. Even in the bar, Bela had noticed that this wasn’t like other demons she had met. The woman was like a magnet for attention, but not in an overtly obvious way. It was like a subtle pull that was saying pay attention to me, look at me, go home with me. Every man in that bar wanted to, that much was certain. But she had gone home with Bela. Because Bela had what she really wanted.
“Dean Winchester threatens my life on a regular basis, and he hasn’t followed through yet,” Bela replied, giving the woman a matter of fact look as she zipped up the bag in front of her. “I think I can handle him.”
“He does have a point, you know,” she sighed. “A lot of the big bad demons out there would kill to get their hands on that gun.”
“Big bad demons like you?” Bela replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She wasn’t going to play this demon’s game, whatever it was. She already had plans in place for this gun, and if this woman was going to try and kill her, she wished she would just get it over with, so that Bela could finish the job with the Colt and be done with it. She didn’t have time to play guessing games with demons. She never did.
Amy studied the woman for a minute, carefully, her head canting to the side in a slight tilt before pushing herself up and walking toward her. She was mesmerizing, she really was. Bela didn’t know how or why, but there was something different about this demon. Something that Bela hadn’t expected.
“Not all demons find pleasure in the kill,” Amy said softly, her voice lowering so that to Bela’s ears it sounded like a purr. “Most of us older demons have more fun with some other forms of persuasion.”
“Oh really?” she said with a smirk, trying to keep her cool, even though she could feel the heat rising in her body the closer the woman got. She wanted to back away, maybe get to the door and feel a breeze on her face as she tried to cool her body down, but it was almost as though her feet were glued to the floor. She didn’t want to move, and she’d be damned if some nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach was going to make her do so. It wasn’t the bad kind of nerves, either. It was the good kind of nerves. The kind that came right before a first kiss, and she wasn’t even sure why that was relevant to come into play at the moment, but it was.
“Really,” Amy replied, matching the smirk, before her fingers reached up, playing lightly with the strands of the other woman’s hair. “Besides-you’re pretty. Would hate to have a less magnanimous demon than myself mangle that pretty little face trying to get what he wants.”
Granted it wasn’t the first time a demon had called her pretty. Ruby seemed to do it on a regular basis. But that had been from a distance, never face to face. When Amy said it, right in front of her, she could feel the flush rising to her cheeks, and the vicious urge to either clear her throat or grab the woman and kiss her, the latter of which was even more confusing because she didn’t do women. Not really. Only when it suited her purpose, and she certainly didn’t enjoy it as much as she did when it came to men, but this woman was certainly invoking some kind of arousal in her that she didn’t understand. Her eyes closed only for a moment when Amy’s hand slid down to cup her cheek, before she shook her head, and pulled away slightly from the touch.
“I don’t-” Bela swallowed, catching her breath and trying to regain control. “I don’t do women.”
“Anyone will do anything when properly persuaded,” Amy whispered, sliding her fingers down to the back of the woman’s neck as she moved in closer. Common sense told Bela she should have pushed away at that point, and if she had been in her right mind she would have, but at that particular moment, all she could think of was that woman’s lips on hers, brushing softly as she took what she had been waiting for.
There were certain things to be said about kissing a woman. The lips were usually softer-less demanding. Where a man was forceful and dominating, a woman was more permissive. They could still have that dominant personality a man did, but there was something more trusting. A woman knew what it was like to be pushed too far, and she wasn’t going to do the same to you unless you wanted her to. And Amy, for the moment, radiated that in every sense of the word. Her tongue swiped softly against her lips shortly before Bela granted entrance, so lost in the kiss and the moment that her brain didn’t really get the chance to protest too much. Her hands somehow found the other woman’s elbows, fingers sliding along the elegant arms lightly, before moving towards Amy’s waist. Amy took that as her cue to press further, keeping her one hand at the base of Bela’s neck, but moving the other hand to Bela’s side, fingers starting to explore, tracing her ribs lightly through her shirt. The kiss deepened, Amy demanding more and Bela willingly giving it, feeling the hand on her side slowly making it’s way upward until the fingers brushed just under the curve of Bela’s breast…
At that, something in Bela’s head got knocked back into place, and she pulled back. Not suddenly, or far, but enough that she broke the kiss. She licked her lips slightly, eyes still closed, before speaking up as softly as she could. “I think you should go.”
A small smirk crossed the other woman’s face. “Are you sure?” she murmured, her thumb brushing gently against the curve, and Bela did her best to ignore the shiver that ran down her spine at the light touch. “We could have some fun.”
“I’m sure,” Bela replied, finally letting go of the woman and getting some distance. Her head was spinning and she was in desperate need of a cold shower, but this moment wasn’t going any further than it had-it had already gone far enough.
The smirk remained and Amy shook her head. “You know, you’re stronger than a lot of people would give you credit for.”
“I’m sure,” Bela replied, before walking towards the hotel room and opening the door. “Good night, Amy.”
Amy sauntered past her, only turning back to lean in slightly and whisper a brief good night, before disappearing out the door. Bela slowly closed the door behind her, leaning back against it before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The woman was physically gone, but she could still feel the effects spinning through her system, the heavy heady feeling that she had gotten when Amy had kissed her, and she needed to get that to go away.
“Definitely time for a cold shower,” she muttered, before pushing away from the door and making her way towards the bathroom.
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“If the Winchesters had wanted me dead, they missed a good chance when I came to them for help on the Ghost Ship,” Bela sighed as she gathered her things together, looking over at the young woman reclining on the other end of the bed. Of course, Bela knew she was much more than a young woman-she had established that back at the bar when they were speaking earlier and she brought up some information about a weapon that Bela had recently acquired. Not that she was surprised that this demon-Amy, she thinks the name was-knew she had the Colt to begin with. She expected the news to spread rather quickly, but what she hadn’t expected was a demon to try and talk her out of the deal she already had in place. She had expected to be attacked, that people who try to kill her for this gun. But Amy-she only seemed to want to talk.
“Regardless of their dumbass good-doing hearts, they’re really gonna hate you now,” Amy said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, kicking them out in front of her slightly. It was a rather beautiful woman the demon had taken possession of. Even in the bar, Bela had noticed that this wasn’t like other demons she had met. The woman was like a magnet for attention, but not in an overtly obvious way. It was like a subtle pull that was saying pay attention to me, look at me, go home with me. Every man in that bar wanted to, that much was certain. But she had gone home with Bela. Because Bela had what she really wanted.
“Dean Winchester threatens my life on a regular basis, and he hasn’t followed through yet,” Bela replied, giving the woman a matter of fact look as she zipped up the bag in front of her. “I think I can handle him.”
“He does have a point, you know,” she sighed. “A lot of the big bad demons out there would kill to get their hands on that gun.”
“Big bad demons like you?” Bela replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She wasn’t going to play this demon’s game, whatever it was. She already had plans in place for this gun, and if this woman was going to try and kill her, she wished she would just get it over with, so that Bela could finish the job with the Colt and be done with it. She didn’t have time to play guessing games with demons. She never did.
Amy studied the woman for a minute, carefully, her head canting to the side in a slight tilt before pushing herself up and walking toward her. She was mesmerizing, she really was. Bela didn’t know how or why, but there was something different about this demon. Something that Bela hadn’t expected.
“Not all demons find pleasure in the kill,” Amy said softly, her voice lowering so that to Bela’s ears it sounded like a purr. “Most of us older demons have more fun with some other forms of persuasion.”
“Oh really?” she said with a smirk, trying to keep her cool, even though she could feel the heat rising in her body the closer the woman got. She wanted to back away, maybe get to the door and feel a breeze on her face as she tried to cool her body down, but it was almost as though her feet were glued to the floor. She didn’t want to move, and she’d be damned if some nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach was going to make her do so. It wasn’t the bad kind of nerves, either. It was the good kind of nerves. The kind that came right before a first kiss, and she wasn’t even sure why that was relevant to come into play at the moment, but it was.
“Really,” Amy replied, matching the smirk, before her fingers reached up, playing lightly with the strands of the other woman’s hair. “Besides-you’re pretty. Would hate to have a less magnanimous demon than myself mangle that pretty little face trying to get what he wants.”
Granted it wasn’t the first time a demon had called her pretty. Ruby seemed to do it on a regular basis. But that had been from a distance, never face to face. When Amy said it, right in front of her, she could feel the flush rising to her cheeks, and the vicious urge to either clear her throat or grab the woman and kiss her, the latter of which was even more confusing because she didn’t do women. Not really. Only when it suited her purpose, and she certainly didn’t enjoy it as much as she did when it came to men, but this woman was certainly invoking some kind of arousal in her that she didn’t understand. Her eyes closed only for a moment when Amy’s hand slid down to cup her cheek, before she shook her head, and pulled away slightly from the touch.
“I don’t-” Bela swallowed, catching her breath and trying to regain control. “I don’t do women.”
“Anyone will do anything when properly persuaded,” Amy whispered, sliding her fingers down to the back of the woman’s neck as she moved in closer. Common sense told Bela she should have pushed away at that point, and if she had been in her right mind she would have, but at that particular moment, all she could think of was that woman’s lips on hers, brushing softly as she took what she had been waiting for.
There were certain things to be said about kissing a woman. The lips were usually softer-less demanding. Where a man was forceful and dominating, a woman was more permissive. They could still have that dominant personality a man did, but there was something more trusting. A woman knew what it was like to be pushed too far, and she wasn’t going to do the same to you unless you wanted her to. And Amy, for the moment, radiated that in every sense of the word. Her tongue swiped softly against her lips shortly before Bela granted entrance, so lost in the kiss and the moment that her brain didn’t really get the chance to protest too much. Her hands somehow found the other woman’s elbows, fingers sliding along the elegant arms lightly, before moving towards Amy’s waist. Amy took that as her cue to press further, keeping her one hand at the base of Bela’s neck, but moving the other hand to Bela’s side, fingers starting to explore, tracing her ribs lightly through her shirt. The kiss deepened, Amy demanding more and Bela willingly giving it, feeling the hand on her side slowly making it’s way upward until the fingers brushed just under the curve of Bela’s breast…
At that, something in Bela’s head got knocked back into place, and she pulled back. Not suddenly, or far, but enough that she broke the kiss. She licked her lips slightly, eyes still closed, before speaking up as softly as she could. “I think you should go.”
A small smirk crossed the other woman’s face. “Are you sure?” she murmured, her thumb brushing gently against the curve, and Bela did her best to ignore the shiver that ran down her spine at the light touch. “We could have some fun.”
“I’m sure,” Bela replied, finally letting go of the woman and getting some distance. Her head was spinning and she was in desperate need of a cold shower, but this moment wasn’t going any further than it had-it had already gone far enough.
The smirk remained and Amy shook her head. “You know, you’re stronger than a lot of people would give you credit for.”
“I’m sure,” Bela replied, before walking towards the hotel room and opening the door. “Good night, Amy.”
Amy sauntered past her, only turning back to lean in slightly and whisper a brief good night, before disappearing out the door. Bela slowly closed the door behind her, leaning back against it before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The woman was physically gone, but she could still feel the effects spinning through her system, the heavy heady feeling that she had gotten when Amy had kissed her, and she needed to get that to go away.
“Definitely time for a cold shower,” she muttered, before pushing away from the door and making her way towards the bathroom.
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