January/February #2: muse_shuffle
OOC: Follows this post of Bela’s (enjoythe_ride).
If you got a play date / Girl, I'll make it worth breakin' / So we can go all night long -“If It Ain’t Easy,” Steve Carlson
She had forgotten how much fun that was. Regardless of how much she enjoyed sex of the heterosexual persuasion, there were things to be said about some girl-on-girl fun. And Bela definitely knew what she was doing in respects to that arena. Sure, Amy had helped a bit, turned up the heat so to speak, but it wasn’t all her. Bela had definitely enjoyed their little encounter, whether she would admit it or not. However, that still didn’t stop her from putting an end to it once the water got too hot, which was rather disappointing.
Humans tended to ruin all the fun.
In fact, she had been rather bored lately. Ford had been distracted by a god, all the fun boys had attachment issues, and there was nothing good on TV. When she heard through the demonic grapevine that the Colt had left Winchester hands, she had to take her shot at getting a hold of it. Something with that kind of power shouldn’t be allowed-not in the world that they were living in now. It was causing a lot of unnecessary violence, and while she could someone understand the intent behind it-that was never supposed to fall into mortal hands. So naturally, she wasn’t going to let it remain there now.
Every demon was in tune with that gun’s location. They say the phrase is to know your enemy, and by extension, know the enemy’s weapon. Going after that gun while it was in Winchester hands was like asking for suicide. They were pretty good. Not too good, they definitely had their limits and weaknesses, but they were good enough. Now that Bela Talbot had very cleverly removed that gun from their care, it was like open season at the cattle farm. She had a bright neon target painted on her back, and it was only a matter of time before a demon took that shot and it was driven straight home. And Amy wanted to make sure she was the one to take it first.
She rarely ever was one to really toot her own horn, but she was in fine form that night. Running into Bela in that bar had been pure luck, and she had never been one to turn down luck’s few blessings. She worked the balance of alcohol and the heat in the room to her advantage, keeping the other woman talking and her attention elsewhere. She knew that Bela was a lot of talk, and the talk annoyed Amy to an extend, but the girl did have a very pretty mouth, and it did provide welcome thoughts of how she could put that mouth to better use. Before they knew it, they were heading back to Bela’s motel room, and Amy practically had her eating out of her palm.
Frankly, it would have been interesting to see Bela at her most vulnerable. The girl had walls higher than the Great Wall of China, and twenty times as thick. The closest you’d get to seeing her at a pure state of emotional vulnerability is if you got her naked and gotten to give herself over to you completely. Sex was always interesting that way, and she was sure that Bela would have a whole world of things to show her about who she was. And she would have been fun. Bela definitely wasn’t a girl being seduced by a woman for the first time, this was something she had done before, and she would know exactly all the right buttons to push to make this situation as pleasurable as she could for the both of them. And then once the girl was asleep, Amy would grab the gun and take off before Bela could realize she was gone. It was a simple plan, really. A perfect plan. But Bela pulled the plug before Amy could really get things going.
True, if she had been a different kind of demon, Bela would be lying in a bloody heap on the floor, regardless of the pretty and she would have had the gun destroyed by now. But she wasn’t going to abandon her principles for a small twist of metal and steel. And if that was the moment that signed her death certificate-
-then so be it.
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If you got a play date / Girl, I'll make it worth breakin' / So we can go all night long -“If It Ain’t Easy,” Steve Carlson
She had forgotten how much fun that was. Regardless of how much she enjoyed sex of the heterosexual persuasion, there were things to be said about some girl-on-girl fun. And Bela definitely knew what she was doing in respects to that arena. Sure, Amy had helped a bit, turned up the heat so to speak, but it wasn’t all her. Bela had definitely enjoyed their little encounter, whether she would admit it or not. However, that still didn’t stop her from putting an end to it once the water got too hot, which was rather disappointing.
Humans tended to ruin all the fun.
In fact, she had been rather bored lately. Ford had been distracted by a god, all the fun boys had attachment issues, and there was nothing good on TV. When she heard through the demonic grapevine that the Colt had left Winchester hands, she had to take her shot at getting a hold of it. Something with that kind of power shouldn’t be allowed-not in the world that they were living in now. It was causing a lot of unnecessary violence, and while she could someone understand the intent behind it-that was never supposed to fall into mortal hands. So naturally, she wasn’t going to let it remain there now.
Every demon was in tune with that gun’s location. They say the phrase is to know your enemy, and by extension, know the enemy’s weapon. Going after that gun while it was in Winchester hands was like asking for suicide. They were pretty good. Not too good, they definitely had their limits and weaknesses, but they were good enough. Now that Bela Talbot had very cleverly removed that gun from their care, it was like open season at the cattle farm. She had a bright neon target painted on her back, and it was only a matter of time before a demon took that shot and it was driven straight home. And Amy wanted to make sure she was the one to take it first.
She rarely ever was one to really toot her own horn, but she was in fine form that night. Running into Bela in that bar had been pure luck, and she had never been one to turn down luck’s few blessings. She worked the balance of alcohol and the heat in the room to her advantage, keeping the other woman talking and her attention elsewhere. She knew that Bela was a lot of talk, and the talk annoyed Amy to an extend, but the girl did have a very pretty mouth, and it did provide welcome thoughts of how she could put that mouth to better use. Before they knew it, they were heading back to Bela’s motel room, and Amy practically had her eating out of her palm.
Frankly, it would have been interesting to see Bela at her most vulnerable. The girl had walls higher than the Great Wall of China, and twenty times as thick. The closest you’d get to seeing her at a pure state of emotional vulnerability is if you got her naked and gotten to give herself over to you completely. Sex was always interesting that way, and she was sure that Bela would have a whole world of things to show her about who she was. And she would have been fun. Bela definitely wasn’t a girl being seduced by a woman for the first time, this was something she had done before, and she would know exactly all the right buttons to push to make this situation as pleasurable as she could for the both of them. And then once the girl was asleep, Amy would grab the gun and take off before Bela could realize she was gone. It was a simple plan, really. A perfect plan. But Bela pulled the plug before Amy could really get things going.
True, if she had been a different kind of demon, Bela would be lying in a bloody heap on the floor, regardless of the pretty and she would have had the gun destroyed by now. But she wasn’t going to abandon her principles for a small twist of metal and steel. And if that was the moment that signed her death certificate-
-then so be it.
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