Coming on strong

Place: Late night.
Time: 01.35.
Weather: One of the colder nights, but still fairly warm.
Surroundings: People partying and having a good time, working bartenders at the bar.
Date: 25th of July 2022.
Outfit - dress reaching above the knee
Topic partner: @Declan

A huntress never rests. That was her philopshy. She could go out, become intoxicated, but the moment she saw the need, she was ready for a hunt. Granted, she was a better hunter when sober. Alcohol was not going to stop her from doing what she had trained her whole life for. She was the youngest of her siblings as well as the only girl. She had needed to find her own way of getting the advantage on supernatural beings. In her research and experiences, she had learned they were very instinctive beings. They were more like hormonal teenagers, in all honesty. They were craving blood, sex or power. She quickly learned to use her looks to control the supernaturals, luring them into a false sense of security. And if that didn't work, she had many other tricks up her sleeve. Seemingly, she had no weapons on her. That was not true. She had a dagger hidden away under her dress. The dagger was formed in such a way, it was hard to notice. And then she of course had Devna. Her soul bound sword. She was able to call for her at any giving time.

Calliope was in the bar, waiting for the chance to get a new drink. She noticed a tall man being very insistent with a young woman, who clearly didn't want his advances. She was saved by another woman. Good for them. Women protecting women. From here, it was impossible for her to determine if he was supernatural or not. Sure, he was build like a demon or perhaps a werewolf, but that was not enough to decide his species. She would have to get closer, to interact with him. The evening would either end with him learning how to treat women or with him dead. It depended solely on whether he was human or not. She left the pursuit of a drink and instead made her way over to the tall man. As she walked there, her face changed in an instant. She went from looking like a woman with murder on her mind, to a woman with sex on her mind. She was going to seduce him, so he would come to believe, she was easy prey. And then she would show him why he was mistaking. She placed herself in front of him. "Gosh, I'm so sorry," she said in a sugary voice. She put a hand on his muscular arm. "I saw you from afar, and I just had to come over. Your muscles are so delicious." If she had read him correctly, he was arrogant and self-assured. She was just going to play right into it.

Outfit, selvfølelig af eget mærke

Han var nem at se i mængden, de to meter og hans meget muskuløse krop stak næsten op, derudover var han ansigt meget markeret skægstubbene var velplejet samt håret, øjnene var brune næsten sorte og et skævt smil hang ved hans læbe. Selvfølelig var han taget i byen endnu en nat, forretningen gik som smurt folk var begyndt at indse at kvaliteten var i top, det betød der kom flere penge ind. Han lod brugte den første del af aftenen i baren, fik drukket en del, da der skulle meget til at slå ham ud hvis det var muligt? Han var heller ikke bleg for at betale for et par drink til kvinderne, dog var der nogle der holdt afstand til ham, men heller ikke alle kunne klarer en mand af hans størrelse.
Declan endte senere ved dansegulvet, hvor han formåede at danse ret tæt, med et par meget fulde villige kvinder, det var næsten tæt på han overvejede at tage dem begge med hjem? Men det kunne også blive lidt for nemt, men han blev da og dansede med dem i noget tid. Som tiden gik overvejede han, at finde noget selskab, gerne en kvinde der ville med hjem til lidt fræk leg. Men han ville heller ikke vælge hvem som helst, han havde sin standart dog var der en kvinde han endte med at så tæt med ikke langt fra baren.
Hun lagde op til ham, han svang en arm lokkende om hende, men en af hendes veninder valgte at komme og forstyrre, så han slap hende for at lade hende gå. Declan slap et let suk, som han nu måtte finde en ny kvinde.

Men han behøvede ikke lede længe, en smuk kvinde kom frem foran ham, og han mærkede hendes hånd imod hans arm. De mørke øjne søgte hendes, med et selvsikkert blik som han lod det kort vandre over hende, hun var smuk det måtte han erkende og hun havde netop valgt ham. Han sendte hende et let frækt smil, som hovedet gled på skrå " ser man det? jeg er vist ikke den eneste snack her" lød det fra ham, med en dyb stemme fyldt med charme og selvsikkerhed, der hvilede noget arrogance men også mystik i de mørke øjne. Han tøvede ikke med at lægge en hånd imod hendes lænd, som han søgte hendes øjne igen efter sit kig op og ned af hendes krop " hvem har jeg æren af at møde? " spurgt han med en nysgerrig tone, som han blinkede til hende og rakte en stor hånd imod hende " Declan Sawyer " præsenterede han sig selv for, næsten stolt, men hans tøjbutik bar også samme navn som hans efternavn, så der var igen grund til at skjule det.

Calliope looked up into his eyes, with her own very blue eyes. She knew how attractive she was, which was why she could use it as a weapon. She let out a short snicker at his words. ”That’s cute.” She in reality thought it was a little cheesy, but she just acted into it, making him believe she was interested. She wasn’t, not even in the slightest. She could see he carried more than what he showed, which made her wonder what his secrets were. She had to fight not to roll her eyes, when he clearly checked her out, letting his gaze move up and down her body. She kept quiet when he asked for her name, only to present himself. She knew of the Sawyer brand. It was good quality. She put her hands on his shoulders and stood up on his toes to get closer to his face. ”Buy me a drink, and I’ll reveal all my secrets.” She of course didn’t mean that. There were many thing, she wouldn’t tell him. She had a lot of family secrets and personal secrets she would never tell anyone. Calliope mostly saw all supernaturals the same. Not all was evil, but most had the possibility to be that. And that was when humans got in danger. She was just trying to even the odds.

Declan fandt hende meget tiltrækkende, men det virkede også næsten for let, han måtte lige holde lit øje med hende. Han behøvede ikke skjule, at han tjekkede hende ud, for ham var det naturligt og bedre end at prøve at danse om den varme grød, han var nok mere direkte. Som hun stillede sig op på hans sko, mødte han hendes blik og tillod sig kort at lægge en hånd imod hendes hofte, nu hvor hun rørte ham. Et let øjebryn gled op som hun snakkede, hans læber spredte sig i et skævt smil " jeg kan købe dig en helt flaske, hvis det skulle værre " svarede han. Hun måtte gerne tro han var nem, han kunne godt skjule lidt af sin forstand " hemmeligheder ? jeg lytter gerne, måske du kan få en af mig" sagde han lidt drilsk, som han fik hende ned igen, før han tog fat blidt ved hendes arm for at begive sig imod baren.
Declan skævede til hende, hun var udetvivl en god fangst men man kunne aldrig være sikker, han smilede lidt skævt " med mindre du heller vil have en drink hos mig?" spurgte han imod hendes ører, hvor han drillenet lod sin læbe strejfe hendes øreflip som han trak sig tilbage igen og stoppe ved baren, vendte sig imod hende for at afvendte hendes svar.
Han ville ikke have noget imod, at køre hende hjem på motorcyklen, så kunne hun holde lidt mere fast ved ham. For sit indre blik var han allerede ved at afklæde hende, hun var sikkert smukker under kjolens røde stof, hans fingre strejfede let hendes barer hud.

Calliope was sure he was a man, who would do just about everything to get his way with women. It really diminished the power a woman could hold. Someone should show him just how powerful she could be. Whether he was human or not didn’t matter to her anymore. She was not going to kill a human, but she could still kick his ass. She had not noticed she was standing on his shoes, before she suddenly got taller. She was a little affected of the alcohol she had consumed earlier. She would have moved back, if it wasn’t because he grabbed hold of her hip. She parted her lips and moved closer to his lips, though not touching them just yet. ”It sounds like you are trying to get me drunk.” She leaned back, but just a little bit. ”I’m counting on it. It wouldn’t be fun, if only I share all my secrets.”
She tilted her head when he offered to take her home. ”That’s a bold offer. I don’t know anything about you..” She removed herself from his grip and stepped down from his shoes. ”You already know I am not like others in here. If you want me to go home with you, you need to assure me I won’t be in any danger. Humans are not the only thing around here, after all.” It was possible she would have found out what he was eventually, but it was easier if he could just tell her himself.

Declan var en mand der vidste hvad han ville have, og han var ikke bleg for at tage det, selv hvis det krævede magt. Men mange kvinder var også hurtige, til at kaste sig i hans arme, det ville være en skam at sige, han ikke havde drukket blod fra et par lidt for nemme kvinder igennem sin tid. Men der var der var noget ved hende, der virkede anderledes, men han kunne endnu ikke sætte en fingere på det, lige meget hvad var hun smuk. Han mærkede hvor tæt hendes læber var på hans, han kunne næsten smage hendes ord, som hun snakkede og hans blik hvilede i hendes imens han holdt om hende. Han slap en let latter " min kære, det ville sikkert ske, selv hvis jeg ikke hjalp til? " svarede han legende, han var fristet til at kysse hende nu og her, men han lod være nogle gange var det bedre at vente lidt. Og han havde endnu stadig kontrol over sig selv, samt sine handlinger som hun svarede ham hævede han let et bryn, imens et skævt smil spillede over hans læbe " du kunne lære meget mere omkring mig, ved at se mit hjem, det ville ikke skuffe " sagde han som han slap hende da hun selv trak sig ned fra ham.
Declan betragtede hende, som han lod en hånd kort klø sig let ved kæben, imens han kort overvejede sine ord " jeg er bloddæmon, du vil være i sikkerhed hos mig" svarede han med en vis form for selvtillid, før han sendte hende et let smil, og hævede let et øjenbryn " du kunne godt lige en, der ville nyde en tur på min motorcykel" tilføj han let, som hans hånd strejfede hendes lænd.
Lige nu spillede han selv nem, om hun hoppede på det eller ej, var ikke til at sige men han var i hvert fald interesseret i hende, og ville ikke lade hende slippe så nemt fra ham.
Han skævede imod baren " så hvad bliver dit valg ? "spurgt han nysgerrigt, og sendte endnu et skævt lidt frækt smil til hende, han forholdte sig stadig nogenlunde fornuftig.
" du virker ikke til at være som de andre kvinder her, jeg må indrømme du har min opmærksomhed " tilføj han til slut.

Calliope was sure, many would throw themselves into the arms of another person. That was not her. She knew what her standards were, and anyone not meeting them, would never have a chance with her. She was also not one you should drink from her. Her blood would be poisonous for anyone to drink. She had to keep his interest, while still seeming interested herself. She was being herself up to about 80%, the last 20 were faking a sexual interest in him. ”Maybe, but then you wouldn’t drink with me,” she explained. She tilted her head when he spoke. ”I’ll be the judge of that.”

She smiled when he spoke of her being safe with him. ”But will you be safe with me?” She put a hand on his arm, that was moving around her body. ”I would. If I get to drive.” This was a good way to see how secure he was in his masculinity. Many men would never allow a woman to take charge.
She seemed to think of his offer, although she had already decided what to choose. She moved away from him and towards the exit, she turned around, and gestured him towards her with her finger, before she went outside. Now the question was, if he was going to keep his hands to himself until they got back to his place, or if they had to start the confrontation right here. She rubbed her fingers together, making herself ready to call for Devna, if needed. She was not going to make this easy on the blooddemon. Likely, he would try to either have sex with her or drink from her, neither which was going to happen. She was no where near as strong as him, but she had the element of surprise on her side. She leaned against the wall just outside the door, waiting to see if he was going to join her or not. It was unlikely, he wasn’t going to.

Dyret xD

Han betragtede hende, hun virkede til at udfordre ham det var noget, han fandt interessant en kvinde der godt kunne svarer igen, og ikke bare fulgt blindt med ham. Hun var nok også det bedste valg her i nat, selvom de muligvis havde forskellige planer for hvad der skulle ske, men det ville han nok finde ud af senere, lige nu var han overbevist at hun også ville ham.
" sandt, det ville næsten være en skam " tilføj han drilsk, som han så hende i øjnene, og blinkede let til hende " så må vi se om du er en fair dommer" sluttede han roligt af, selvtillid manglede han ikke noget af, det strålede ud af ham men en mand af hans størrelse, ville også se tosset ud hvis personen var sky.

Som hun svarede hævede han let et bryn, før han smilede skævt " det må jeg vel finde ud af?" svarede han let, og tog det ikke så nøje. Han skævede til hendes hånd imod hans arm, før hans blik fangede hende, som hun snakkede om hun ville kører. Et kort sekund så han lidt tænksom på hende " hmm det hører jeg ikke så ofte, men hvorfor ikke? det betyder bare jeg må holde om dig " svarede han så, før han sendte et drilsk smil, som han slap hende.
Declan så efter hende som hun gik, i et kort øjeblik overvejede han at lade være med at gå med, men siden hvornår skete det? Han vente dog et par sekunder før han selv begav sig imod udgangen. Som han kom ud slap han et let suk som den friske luft omgav ham.
Så en smule søgende ud, til han fandt hende ved muren, og gik hen til hende " bange for jeg fortrød? " spurgt han drilsk, som han stillede sig foran hende. Dog valgte han ikke at røre hende, det måtte vente til de nåde hans penthouse ikke så langt fra hvor de var, han rakte en hånd ud og pegede hen imod en stor motorcykel, som sad fast til en lygtepæl med en tyk kæde " du ville stadig styrer? " spurgte han nysgerrigt, som han begav sig hen imod den for at få låst op, og fik kæden lagt væk, før han vendte sig om for at se om hun fulgte med ham.

Calliope was definitely into confidence, so he scored some points there. Had he not been a demon, the night might have turned out entirely different. She ran a hand through her hair. ”What’s the fun in being fair?” Some would argue she wasn’t fair, when she trapped and toyed with supernaturals like this. But in the end, it wasn’t much different from what they often would do, was it?
That he agreed to let her drive, was another positive point for him. He was not claiming the power as much as she would have expected. But the night was young. She was not making him into a nice guy just yet. He was still preying on human, and that was a big no-no to her. No matter how many plus points he might gather, he could never make up for that.
She waited patiently while he tog his sweet time. She let a finger draw against her jaw, when he posed a question. ”I didn’t. You don’t seem that stupid,” she said with a smirk. She turned her head where he pointed. ”Yes. I’ll still steer it.” She followed him to the bike. She ran her finger across the seat. ”It look like we will have to sit close.” She walked close to him and put a hand on his chest. ”Have you ever done other things than drive on it.” The look in her eyes was hungry and lustful. She was not pretending this time. To share an intimate moment with a man on a bike, was extremely hot to her. However, it was not going to be with him. But no reason to not let him believe it could happen.

Declan gjorde vel hvad han var født til, det havde ikke været hans valg at være dæmon, og i forhold til nogle af de andre han kendte. Dræbte han ikke nær så mange, selvom der dog til tider var behov, for mere blod end normalt. Han havde kun engang før i sit liv mødt en jager, men denne person havde dog ikke været særlig stærk, og var endt død men ellers var det hans eget liv der ville forsvinde. Han kunne kun fornemme hun var menneske indtil videre, men hun var dog meget modig af et menneske at værre, dog havde han igen plan om at dræbe denne nat.
Hun stod der da han kom ud, det havde han næsten også forventede, for hun virkede interesseret i ham, men man kunne aldrig være helt sikker.
"thanks " svarede han blot selv drilsk, før han blinkede til hende, som hun kom hen til motorcyklen. Normalt lod han ikke andre styrer, men hvorfor ikke prøve for en gang skyld, selvom det sikkert ville se komisk ud med hans størrelse og højde bag hende.
Declan smilede tilfreds, som hun konstaterede at de skulle sidde tæt " ja det er ikke så ringe" svarede han roligt, som hun kom hen til ham. Han lagde en bred hånd imod hendes hofte, som hun stod tæt på ham og kiggede hende dybt i øjnene. Ved hendes spørgsmål gled et frækt smil over hans læbe " ohhh ja det indrømmer jeg gerne, der er mange muligheder " svarede han drilsk, som han strøg sin hånd en anelse længere ned på hendes hofte nær hendes balle, men uden at røre hendes balle han kunne sagtens holde igen.
" er du klar ? " spurgte han med et hævet bryn, som han smilede skævt til hende, han håbede klart på andre ting end hende, hans øjne var fyldt med lyst og begær, som de så ind i hendes...