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Baetool and Scout part 2
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Eden
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Dec 06, 2017 06:34AM
Archer woke up when she got out of bed. He was a light sleeper, he had to be. Otherwise, he would’ve been dead a long time ago. He sat up and rubbed a hand down his face, wondering why he was even still there. He started to get dressed before he walked out of the room to hear her speaking Latin. He understood a little but not enough to know what she was saying or who she was talking to.
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She nodded into the phone then sighed, rubbing her face. She said something quick before hanging up.
“You know Latin,” he said, rather than asked.
She nodded. “I went to a petty private school.” She said.
He watched her, “makes sense, I guess.” As he leaned down to grab his bag.
She nodded, rubbing her eyes some. “You heading out? I can make ya breakfast.” She offered.
He looked at the time. It was a little after noon. “Sure, I guess,” she said.
She nodded and went into the kitchen.
He followed her into the kitchen and looked around a little.
She suddenly paused, and turned to face him. “I don’t know you’re name:”
“I don’t know yours, either,” he said.
“I’m not cooking you food until you tell me your name.” She leaned against the counter.
“I’m not going to tell you mine until you tell me yours,” he shrugged. “If not, then I guess I’ll be on my way.”
“Why are you so dramatic?” She rolled her eyes. “My name is Lyra.”
He raised his eyebrows at her statement, “you don’t even know me.”
“I know you’re being dramatic over a name.” She smirked. She cracked eggs into a pan.
“I learned not to trust people a long time ago, even with names,” he shrugged.
“Is that a no to me knowing yours?” She looked over her shoulder at him. “It’s just a name. It doesn’t need to be your real name. I just want something to call you.”
“Call me whatever you want,” he said simply.
“I want a name.” She clenched her fist.
He thought for a moment, “okay, call me Batman,” he said, joking, obviously.
“I’ll call you Hunter.” She murmured with a small smile.
He narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, almost coldly, “why?” He asked.
She shrugged innocently. “You look like a Hunter.” She flipped their eggs.
He was silent for a few moments, he slowly started reaching for his bag, trying to silently grab his gun.
She nonchalantly continued cooking, her back to him. “Do it, I dare you.” She said without turning around.
He gritted his teeth and stopped for a moment, “you knew. That’s why you wanted to sleep with me.” He said.
“Knew what?” She turned to him, crossing her arms. She cocked her head to the side.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know anything other than what’s obvious.” She gestured to the gun. “I don’t see why it matters anyways.”
“My gun is hidden at all times,” he said, “and of course it matters. I kill people.... things like you. Daily. Not sleep with you,” He was disgusted, with her and with himself.
She furrowed his brows. “Like me? What are you talking about?” She snickered. “And I can felt your gun. And no, I’m not talking about your mediocre cock.”
“You know what I’m talking about,” He hissed. Then he scoffed, “mediocre? As if a mediocre cock would make you scream like you did last night.”
She chewed on her bottom lip. “You don’t know what else has made me scream. You’re nothing special.” She said. “But I don’t know what you mean. Whatever you hunt, it’s not me.”
“That’s not what it sounded like last night,” he said and then walked over to her. “You’re a demon, I’ve felt it since the first night.”
She turned the stove off and leaned back against the counter, studying him. “How do you know I’m not just an evil person? I don’t look like a demon.” She challenged.
“You don’t have to look like one to be one,” he said. “The first night, your eyes glinted red. Every time you walk into a room, you immediately gut unwavering attention. You walk into a room with a man and he comes out looking like he’s been homeless all his life. You go out to eat and you come back and suddenly you’re radiating.”
She grinned from ear to ear. “Okay. So then what am I? Specifically? With your area on expertise, you should know what I am. Very rare breed.” She gave him a hint.
“Of course I do, I’ve studied this shit for years,” he said.((What is she lol))
((Succubus))She stepped closer, licking her lips until she was nose to nose with him. “Say it.”
((OOOHHH I JUST RECENTLY FOUND OUT WHAT THAT WAS lol))“You’re a Succubus,” he said, his resolve dropping now that she was so close.
((lol yeaahh))“Bingo.” She snickered. She ran her hands down his chest slowly. Dark veins grew around her eye sockets. “Now you know. And yet, you don’t kill me.” She purred.
“But I want to,” he said, his walls going back up.
“I know you do.” She said simply.
He put his hands on her hips and leaned down.
She put an arm around his neck and kissed him deeply.
He kissed her back roughly, picking her up by the waist.
She wrapped her legs around him and growled into his mouth:
He pulled away and started walking towards her room, not wanting to trip on anything.
She stepped down and pushed him on the bed with her strength, which moved the bed some. She made her face go semi-demon. “How does it feel to have fucked a demon?” She said, her voice deep.
