Lux Noctis

Such a Goody-Goody

He shrugged, "No one does. It's a secret. But, I didn't want to be too rude." He sighed, sitting down on her couch. He laid his head back on it and took in a deep breath. His hands on his lap in the most reserved position. "You're talking to a demon that has a human occupation as a prostitute. Keep your mind open Ms. Grim Reaper." He teased, rolling his eyes as he relaxed back on her couch. He didn't eat. He slept. But...It was an odd life. He was just a nobody here and he loved it. Humans were desperate which gave him a feast better than other demons could imagine. He didn't get sick! His body couldn't be harmed without healing in the same week. He laid down soon on her couch and exhaled.

Bea finished her tea without talking to him and cleaned up afterwards. She didn't like the nickname but she didn't say it, not even as she walked over to the couch and loomed above him. "So... What are your plans? Are you going home or...?"
She wasn't quite sure what would be appropriate to do with a demon who had sucked up her magic just moments ago. Would she need to send him home? Offer him to stay? What was the proper etiquette for such a situation and did it even have one, because she surely didn't know it.

"I think I may just kill you and take your energy here and now. But. Then again..." He sighed longingly, pouting as he looked up towards her. "I wouldn't see your cute little face again." He huffed, his lips pulling up into a smirk. Slowly, he leaned up and turned to drag his nails gently up her waist. He stood and pulled her to his chest without consent, she was so small compared to him. A fragile little thing. "I was thinking that maybe...I could stay here tonight? Right beside you so your powers don't go haywire.." He whispered softly against her ear, petting back her soft hair. His eyes narrowed as he slow kissed her ear, tempting the human. They were fun to play with.

She couldn't help but get slightly scared at his words, she didn't know if he was joking or not. She desperately hoped it was the first.
When he pulled her to his chest she tried to push him away, but she didn't have the energy for it. She had given him too much before and now she was regretting it.
Why had she even invited him in?
She could guess the answer to that question herself, but she didn't want to answer. She was too kind for her own good and now she was stuck with a demon on her couch that was making advances in which she wasn't interested.
She cautiously pushed his hands away and looked up at him. "You can stay on the couch if you don't want to leave. But I don't think I can handle you taking more of my power. I'm already exhausted and I should be fine for another few days..."

He narrowed his eyes on her and slowly pulled her closer to trap her in his strong hold around her little waist. "Mmm. I want to stay with you though..." He murmured, gently cupping her cheek as he watched her eyes, "You're not a player, are you? You've never felt many touches due to your abilities...So, do I scare you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as he pulled her even closer.

She started to slowly panic, almost immediately giving an answer to his question. She didn't want to be there with him. She had barely touched anyone in a year and having him there like that. It was just all too much.
She tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge, so instead she moved his hand away from her face. At least she could still manage that.
"Can you please just let me go, I would like to sleep in my own bed. Alone." She had meant to sound stern, but her voice betrayed her. She was nervous and uncomfortable.

He smirked and ruffled up her hair, kissing her forehead. He then took up his jacket and walked away from her. "Goodnight, whatever your name is. Sleep well. When you need me to help lessen the strain of your abilities...I hate saying this, but, I work at the Eden Night Club. Lots of lustful men and women, so be careful. You'd be easy prey for a rapist or a creep." He huffed, fixing his hair as he stepped out of her house. He slipped the card to the club on the table too. Just in case.

She was relieved when he had let her go and immediately after he let her go she tried to get her hair back down again. Who did he even think he was...
"Thank you for tonight... If you hadn't been there things might have ended up worse, much worse." She said softly as she finally looked back up at him again and gave him a kind smile. "And I... I'll take you up on that offer. I don't think I need it for at least a week or so. So you don't have to watch for me to come in." She walked with him to the door and offered him her hand "My name is Beatrice, but most people just call me Bea, it's nice to meet you."

He was very cold shouldered. His eyes on her hand and then on her. He looked to his bike and merely turned to sit down on it. "When you come in the club, ask for Oreo." He spoke bluntly, revving up the bike without a second thought. "Night Bea." He huffed, smoke exhaling from his nostrils once more as he rode away. He wasn't one to be messed with and he was shady as hell. Though, it was expected of a demon. He was use to disgusting humans, he was a monster like them. He just needed them to survive not to make friendships.

She had pulled her hand awkwardly away when he hadn't taken it, maybe she had been to formal, but it still hurt slightly. Her tone changed though when she heard his stripper name. Who would call himself like a cookie?
And the smoke? The smoke made her roll her eyes, because she knew he was just doing it to annoy her. 'What a showoff,' she thought to herself.
She waited until he was out of sight, before she went back into her home and locked the doors. She didn't quite understand what had happened that night, there had never been a person who could take her power and survive it and eventhough she knew she couldn't trust him, she needed him.
Bea sighed and pulled a hand through her hair as she fell backwards on her bed. "How the hell did I meet a succubus and survive." She wondered as she crawled into bed and invited the night.

He ventured home, eating a bowel of chocolate ice cream as he watched some stupid drama. "Oh! Ricardo how could you?" The show went on, the demon staring down at the ice cream silently. He carefully pulled it up and took a huge bite. He fell asleep with and empty carton on his coffee table and the TV playing reruns...In the least, he woke up puking the next day. His body not doing well with the delicious treat from before. The ice cream. He glanced to the clock after a while, barely making it to work on time. Who cared any way?