Blindsided

Take Me to Church

I wanna thank the peeps in The Hole for being so chill and putting up with my ramblings lol. You guys the real winners, waiting so long even though I was late. It gets a bit spicy today!

Song is Take Me To Church (Pop Up Show in NYC Subway) by Hozier. Dotemms had a pet emergency so stepping in is frequent commenter and fellow Hole Person DexpacitoXR! Give him a hand!

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  Family was an unfamiliar concept to a demon.

  To be sure, they had loyalty. They had protective instincts over what they perceived to be theirs. She didn't know who her parents were, but she was sure they'd felt those things for her once. But a sense of family? Love? Sarvente wasn't sure she had ever known what that was like. Not until now.

  She was pleasantly warm and curled up in tangled sheets and long limbs. Her and Ruv had been up most of the night, making plans, falling asleep entwined in one another's arms. His breath stirred the air near her ear, tickling her as he slept, and she giggled. The breathy laughter roused him from sleep, and she smiled as he cracked open his eye.

  "Good morning."

  He groaned and stretched. "It'd be better if I got a kiss."

  She brushed his hair back and kissed him slow, his voice gravelly with sleep as he groaned and his hand idly traced the curve of her shoulder. More mornings should start like this , she thought as she gently pulled away.

  "We should be getting up. Before the kids come do it for us."

  He grumbled as he rose, his sweater riding up his stomach as he stretched. "Would rather spend the day in bed, but you're right. Besides, isn't that one old bat supposed to be coming by today to talk about the church potluck?"

  "Mrs. Moseby is a perfectly lovely lady and she makes the best lemon sponge cake."

  Ruv pulled on his clothes as she bustled about with her tights and costume, them twisting and flowing around each other as they did the intricate dance they'd become accustomed to in the mornings when readying for their day. He sat on the bed and pulled on socks and boots as she zipped her costume and smoothed the wrinkles and puckers from the skirt. She dragged over the chair as he reached around her for the hairbrush. His large hands lifted locks of pink as he brushed her hair with the rosewood brush, his long fingers gently picking apart tangles and brushing every strand. He wrapped and twisted and pinned up her hair under her habit, tucking stray hairs away until it was completely covered in black material. 

  He left a soft kiss on the top of her head as she rose, and traded places with him. She loved the soft silk of his hair as she carded her hands through it, his ushanka resting on the bed beside them. Her hands busied themselves smoothing the waves and settling the ushanka on his crown. She pulled him up and set about fastening his hoodie closed the way he liked, fingers deftly pushing the fastenings through material and smoothing away puckers from his chest. When it was all finished, she cupped his cheek and gave him a quick kiss and grabbed his hand to lead him out the door.

  Yes, every morning should start this way.

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  Sel was getting down the space-time differentials of the portal awfully quickly, much quicker than Sarv had expected. The five second jumps got more and more precise, the timing and the landing points going from generalities to a tighter window, and it had only been four days. If he hadn't been using his newfound powers to mess with his father, Sarv would be extremely proud.

  As is, she was concerned. She had noticed his growing obsession with the portals, even ceasing his teasing of his sister in favor of going over finer points of theory with her nearly every time she'd seen them talking. Ruv had shared his concerns that Sel was becoming fanatical with the idea of the portals, and she admitted to herself that Ruv's caution and concern wasn't unfounded. It was tricky business, mucking about with time.

  Selever was impatient and impulsive; a dangerous combination even in the best of circumstances. While he had an unparalleled focus concerning theory around time and space, she couldn't help but think to herself that his initial issues probably stemmed from these two traits. After all, he was so impatient to learn temporal manipulation that at the tender age of thirteen he'd gone ahead and impulsively gotten himself and his sister into this mess. His strength and aptitude was never the issue, or he'd have never gotten them there in one piece; no, she thought as she filed some papers and shut her drawers, the issue was he'd rashly gone into things he wasn't mature enough to handle.

  She sat back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. It was late and she was exhausted; the meeting with Mrs. Moseby had run long, the choir was probably not practicing as they should and were woefully behind in rehearsals, and she desperately needed a proper meal that wasn't a sandwich that Ruv brought her from the cloister.

  And speaking of the devil, Ruv entered the office and crossed his arms.

  "Why are you still in here? You nearly missed dinner."

  She buried her hands in her hair. "I don't know! I just have so much work to do and I can't seem to finish it all." She flopped onto her desk. "I think I just need to take a break."

  He looped around and crouched beside her. "You work yourself too hard, love. You need to realize you can ease the burden, take breaks. I'm always willing to help you."

  She smiled at him weakly, and he tucked a stray hair out of her face. Gently, she pressed her lips to his, her arms sliding around his neck, just happy to have him there to talk her down. He broke away, eye lidded, and then kissed her slow, his hands pushing her habit from her head to drape over the back of the chair. Her hands grasped the back of his head, pulling him closer and upsetting his ushanka from his head.

  His hands were buried in her hair, both of them fighting one another for control as she slid into his lap from the chair and her hand began to trace its way down the muscles of his neck and chest to the hem of his sweater. His left hand slowly slid down, down, down to the small of her back, the fingers splayed there and gripping her tightly as he pulled her closer. Her hand slid under his shirt, and he growled as she grazed his skin with her nails.

  His fingers slid from her hair to cup her nape, making her gasp as he tilted her head and nipped at her jaw and neck. Her eyelids fluttered as his teeth grazed her pulse, nips blooming into lovebites on her pale skin. She whined as the hand at her waist suddenly gripped her right leg at the knee, and slowly began to slide higher and higher up her thigh.

  "Hey Mom can we- FUCKING HELL!"

  Sarv jumped and screamed as Ruv snarled at the door. Selever was flipping out, his hands covering his eyes as he shouted wordlessly at what he'd walked in on.

  "WHY ARE YOU TWO FUCKING MAKING OUT IN THE CHURCH OFFICE?!"

  "WHY DON'T YOU EVER KNOCK ON THE DOOR?!"

  "I'm scarred for life. You did it, you broke my brain."

  "What did you fucking want," Ruv gritted out, grabbing his ushanka and throwing it at his son. Selever turned to face the wall, pointedly not looking at them as Sarvente scrambled to pull herself together.

  "I just wanted to know if Ras and I could watch TV! I didn't know you guys would be FUCKING in the OFFICE!"

  "NOTHING HAPPENED!" Sarv finally found her habit and hurriedly gathered up her hair and put it on. "Our clothes were still on!"

  Selever just shuddered and started walking as fast as his legs could carry him down the hall. "Whatever, I know that I fucking saw! Get a room that isn't publically accessible for fuck's sake!"

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  Dinner that night was awkward, to say the least. Selever was pointedly not looking at his parents while Ruv was extra surly and Sarv's face still felt warm. Rasazy looked between the three of them, and huffed.

  "You people are such children," she said, putting her plate in the sink and taking her book from the table. Sel darted out after her wordlessly, shell-shocked. Ruv groaned and nearly face-planted in his dinner.

  "That...could have gone better," Sarv said nervously, twisting a stray lock of hair around her finger as she continued pushing her food around her plate.

  The only response was a frustrated groan.

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crossposted to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30624293/chapters/76436483