Weirder Stuff - Session IV - CHASING DEMONS

[Jaunt]

"Wait," he looked off like he was doing the math in his head.  "That's kinda hot, actually.

"Seriously?"  His half naked counterpart glared at him disapprovingly.

"What," Devin protested.  "Old Spice has it going on, I'd spread cheeks for him."

"Oh, my god," she covered her face with her hands, trying to be both amused and disgusted simultaneously.  "You're horrible.  Absolutely filthy."

"True, but Avalon, you dedicated all your time to your father before his passing because you wanted to show him how much you cared, and how much you loved him.  He left knowing that.  Your mom?  Babe, you can't worry about what other people do.  She's gotta tote the burden of the type of human being she is, and she has to live with the destruction the person she is leaves in her wake.  Her, not you."  His hand traced her belly, teasing her softly with finger tips and as his eyes continued to feed his urges with how beautiful she was.  "Focus on you.  Do the things you want and live your life.  Trust me, one day all her antics will comeback on her, but in the meantime you have no control over how other people act, or how they grieve.  Let her have her fun and one day, when the fun's all used up... she'll want her daughter.  Then you can decide the sort of person you're going to be that day."

He gently kissed her his tongue teasingly dancing across her upper lip.  "For now, Avalon has too much going on to worry about petty people and their small problems.  Keep being that beautiful woman who loves big, cares a lot, and," he looked down at her naked body and chuckled.  "Obviously has been working out without telling anybody, because she looks amazing."

They both laughed a bit until Devin gently kissed her again.  "The world will sort itself, Avalon.  At the end of the day, you're the only person you have to live with.  So, worry about you and what you want."

[z-Avalon Wilson]

Lona smirked and replied, “You sound like my therapist.”

“You’ll be getting my bill in your slot anytime you want it,” he shot back, grinning at her.

Lona grabbed a pillow and hit him with it, unaware of the fascinating gyrations she was creating. Devin noticed, which allowed Lona to hit him a couple of more times before he reacted, blocking the pillow and pushing her back down to the bed. They wrestled for dominance, but Devin was far more physical than Lona, and soon she had been pinned, gasping for air under him. 

“That wasn’t nice,” he told her, laughing. “I was just making my billing practices clear.”

“Haha, yeah, right,” Lona said, running her hands over his toned arms. He lay in the cradle of her legs, and she could feel his desire. It blew her mind a little bit to know that he desired her. “So I need to go after what I want, huh?”

“Yep,” Devin agreed in between kisses to her lips, jaw, and throat.

“You wanna know what I want?” she asked him quietly.

“If you want to tell me,” he answered.

“You. I want you.” She smiled as he looked at her.

“You sure?”

“Positive,” Lona said, and started to wiggle out of her pants.

[Jaunt]

"I'm down," he smirked and kissed he cheek as he stood up from the bed.  "I mean, two teenagers, in home unsupervised, not dating, and skipping classes so they can both have sex for the first time... how much trouble could we possibly get into?"  He chuckled to himself.  Devin didn't possess much in the way of shyness.  His years of auditions and being on stages performing had washed away most of his modesty and while Avvie was sliding out of her pants and retrieving the condoms from her pocket he gingerly dropped his sweats.  "I just jinxed us, didn't I?"

Lona pulled the covers up over herself and smiled.  "Are you nervous?"  She chuckeld at looked to Devin who was crawling into bed naked.  "Relax.  I'm the one who has to deal with that," she pointed at his junk as she scooted over to make room for him.  "I'm starting to think Dr. Cook was genetically engineering porn stars."

"What?  I work out, okay?  Plus I keep the situation trimmed and groomed becau-" Lona kissed him deeply and passionately.

"Please, Dev," she slowed her pace and gently kissed him with heavy breaths warming his cheeks as she spoke.  "Shut the fuck up and put this on."  She slapped a condom against his chest.

Their first time was as awkward as any could have imagined, but with a bit of laughing and a lot of kissing, they managed to get through it together.  Thankfully one of them had decided to use the internet for something other than porn and knew a few things about what to expect and how to deal with each bridge as they crossed it.  She had to hand to her partner, he was attentive and as considerate as she could have hopped for.  He let her control the pace all the while showering her with tender kisses and loving caresses but she swore to God that if he he asked 'are you okay' one more time, she'd smother him to death with a pillow, make a mold of his penis, and just go home and do it herself.  They lost track of time in those first awkward moments of adulthood, but soon they had their rhythm and were moving more like lovers and less like beginners, fumbling for a clue.

Lost in the ecstasy of the act their bodies tingled and pulsed with electric fire.  Every muscle seemed to tighten and every touch seemed magnified by a thousand.  Devin had received several blowjobs from  numerous donators across Shelly, and with the condom on he didn't feel too much, but he could feel her.  Her hands gripping his sides to control his rhythm, her nails digging into his back and her body tightening around him the deeper he went.  She reacted to everything with a moan, a whimper, a kiss, there were not thoughts, only actions and reactions as they kissed each other passionately.

He lifted himself above her and could feel the chill air swelling the red welts on his back from where her nails had raked him as she went through her beginner bouts of pain and unease.  She traced her hands down his chest and abs and back up before she gripped the back of his neck and pulled him into her for an embrace and kiss as a primal sensation began to take hold of her body.  She'd experienced an orgasm before, they both had, but nothing prepared her for what took hold of her body and possessed every muscle, every nerve ending and took her ecstatic sensations straight to eleven.  Devin didn't stop, despite the nails in back or every part of her trying to squeeze the life from him, and half way through her throes he joined her rhythmic spasms.  After several long moments they'd both eased and Devin was back to slow, teasing thrusts as his hips moved less on intent and more on base instinct.

"Wow,"  Lona panted.  "Why do people get jobs?  Why leave the house?  Just stay home and do this."

"Right?"  Devin said, his shoulders and chest glistening with the onset of sweat.  Sex, it appeared, was an amazing workout.

"I've never felt anything like that,"  Lona gasped.

"You've never...," Devin made amusing face.  Of all the things he could talk about it appeared talking seriously about sexual things seemed to allude his skill set.  "Y'know... rubbed one out?  Taken DJ Diddles to the club?"

Lona laughed, or tried to between Devin's hips and ever muscle in her body feeling like it'd been through a melee, she managed a weak chuckle.  "Yes, I have.  Numerous times, and it never felt like that..."

"We have two more," he looked at her and smirked.

"We have a whole drawer full," she smirked back, correcting him as she kissed him.  "Get me a drink, please?"

She felt a static run across his body, a noedic vibration she'd never felt before, but then again, she'd never been this close to him and there was a pop in the air and he was gone in a shimmer.

[z-Avalon Wilson]

As the blanket settled back onto her body in Devin’s absence, Lona had a moment in the aftermath of hormones to take tally of what had happened. She’d skipped school for the third afternoon in a row. She’d healed a magical cat. She’d joined the band. She’d punched her v-card with Shelly’s Premiere Playa. She’d had sex with a guy who she wasn’t dating and didn’t love. By the rules, she’d just fucked up royally.

She didn’t care. It was a relief to not care about what the adults in her life thought. Devin had said he wouldn’t brag, and Lona trusted him to keep his word. Honestly, anyone who looked down on her for her choices wasn’t a friend anyway. She was sure that Lilly and Cade and Cass, and maybe Charlie would question the who of what she’d done, but they’d deal with it quietly or she’d deal with them. She wondered if they’d figure out that she’d wanted the no-ties sex with Devin as much as he had, or if she’d have to spell it out for them. If she didn’t just tell them to fucking deal and leave her alone about it.

I’ll just turn Clara lose on them, she thought as she snuggled under the blanket, rolling around a bit to keep the warmth against her body. It was cold in Devin’s bedroom; she wasn’t sure if that was because it was in a basement or if the house was kept a little cold. She hadn’t noticed with her clothes on, but without them--

Devin popped back into the room with two water bottles in his hand and a string of condoms in the other. Lona smiled as she stated, “That seems ambitious.”

“I want to be prepared,” he retorted, tossing her water. Lona caught it as she sat up, the blanket pooling around her waist. Chill air reminded her of nakedness just before Devin’s eyes latched onto her breasts. 

“Were you a Boy Scout?” Lona asked as he crawled over the bed, his water and condoms dropped by the bed.

“Nah, wouldn’t get me on TV,” Devin murmured absently, dropping his head kiss Lona’s chest.

“You realize if we use all of those, you’re going to need to eat some protein?” Lona took a drink of water and added, “And I’ll probably need a wheelchair.”

“Mmm, you complaining that I’m gonna wreck you?” he laughed. 

“If that had been a problem,” Lona said, pulling his head up so she could kiss him deeply, “I wouldn’t be naked in your bed. Now let’s see how many of those condoms we can use before one of us cries ‘uncle’.”

“Oh, that is a challenge I can’t lose,” Devin said with a devilish grin as he got under the covers and pulled her close. 

“We’ll see,” she whispered, reaching down to gently stroke him. As Devin found himself struggling to speak, Lona grinned wickedly and kissed him again. That’s one way to shut him up, she mused as they resumed their joint debauchery.

Some time later...

Lona leaned back a little further, wiggling her hips so that things aligned just so, shivering a little as the cool air played over her skin. Devin’s hands were spots of warmth as they moved over her exposed body. Some part of her was sure that this was crazy; they’d had sex all afternoon, and cuddled and talked between. 

“Deeeeeeeevin!” Marissa’s voice floated through the house and Lona froze in shock. A second later she was diving under the covers, half-sure that the beautiful twin was just going to saunter into his room for the sheer pleasure of torturing Lona. 

[Marissa Jauntsen]

And saunter in she did.  With an evil smirk and plucky sway in her hips she snagged Devin's artist's chair and sat down, crossing her legs.  "Well, well.  Opportunity and means once again rear their faces."

"Christ, does she knock?"  Lona huffed, huddled up behind Devin who'd positioned himself on his side to give his lover a wall to seek shelter behind.

"Not usually,"  Devin said in his typically casual tone, unphased by most of his sister's antics.  "She's walked in on like, five blowjobs."

"Seven," Marissa corrected, leaning back and folding her arms.  "And every single one of them was terrible at it.  An epileptic asthmatic could have done better.  Avalon, sweetie, there is not a lot of shame or privacy in this house, so you are going to be in here filming your epic porno 'Devin Does Dramasonic Teenage Skinhead', wrap a towel on the door or something I know."

"Was there something you wanted, EmJay?"  Devin said, mildly annoyed but mostly amused.  Other people being uncomfortable around him always made him laugh inside.  People had way to many hang ups they needed to get over, Lona was one of them, Charlies especially, but he and Marissa had their own, hidden under the carefree sarcasm and 'no fear' attitude.  "We're kind of like... I dunno, on round twelve or thirty, or something... and it's really hard to maintain an erection with my sister in the room talking shit about my choice of partners."

"Oh, right," she smiled wide, as if her presence was more to mess with her brother than Lona.  She snapped her fingers in recollection and the cruel wink she gave Lona confirmed she was only screwing with Devin.  "So, Jase is coming by tonight, around five thirty-ish, maybe?  I haven't called him yet.  Also Clara, Lilly and Sara will be joining me downstairs to have a chat with Etienne in an attempt to discern the truth from his lies.  Given your intense dislike for the two of them, I figured a warning was in order, so you were not blindsided."

She stood up, taking care not to flash her brother due to the shortness of the skirt she'd chosen to wear today.  "Oh, and Avalon, I handled your attendance issues today.  All the records show you were in your classes."

"You can do that?"  She asked, pressing herself closer to Marissa's brother.

"I can't, but Sean can."  She said simply.  "Now I owe him favor, so you owe me a favor.  Frankly, I think my brother could do better, but if he's happy... he's happy."

"Anything I could do to change your mind?"  Lona asked, despite the voice in the back of her mind that said to just let it go.

Marissa smiled as stepped halfway out the door and turned to peek her head in.  "Well of course!  You could be better." She replied with her usual imperious tone, all she was missing an accent.  "I'll be in the basement, so don't stay quiet on my account.  Tatty-bye."  She waggled her finger tips as she slithered out the door, latching it.

"She hates me."  Lona buried her head into the pillow and grumbled.  In a moment of shock and horror she remember that Devin promised, but Marissa hadn't promised shit about not blabbing to everyone.  "Do you think she'll tell people?  The school?  Oh, my god... everyone is going to know."

"She doesn't hate you," Devin chuckled as he turned around to face his lover.  "And she won't say a word."

"How do you know?"  Lona glared at him, mildly panicked.

He smiled and shook his head, putting on that charming look that wrangled her into bed hours ago.  "If she blabs to the school it affects me as much as you and Marissa wouldn't do anything to tarnish my reputation."

"Because it tarnishes her reputation," Lona posited.

"Now you're thinking like a Jauntsen.  Marissa likes you, actually.  She wishes I'd date someone with hair and who was a bit more fashion conscious, jeans and leather jackets are a bit 90's chic, but despite how much she makes you want to piss yourself, you've stood up to her.  She respects that.  She doesn't want people to be afraid of her, she simply wants to know who is weak and timid so she can avoid them and surround herself with strong people.  People who are worthy of her attention."

"She sounds like a sociopath."  Lona mused.

"I am too to some lesser degree.  I mean, I've violated like sixty customs laws, I'm dating a skinhead just to piss off my parents, I'm skipping school to have wild, back breaking sex all day, and I'm hell bent on killing an interdimensional demonic entity of darkness and misery." He leaned in and kissed Lona.  It was slow and gentle and carried with it a certain emotional weight that neither teen seemed quite prepared for.  Devin recovered his composure and smirked.  "I don't know if it was the kiss or talk of killing demons, but I have the weirdest boner right now."  Lona grumbled again and buried her face into where his shoulder met his neck and just laughed.

[z-Avalon Wilson]

“You may have a weird boner, but my lady-boner is officially gone,” Lona said, flopping back on the bed. “Your sister is hot, don’t get me wrong, but when she opens her mouth all I hear are the screams of the damned.” The wry twist of her lips told Devin she was joking.

“Aww, don’t leave me like this,” Devin said, leaning over her and kissing her. Despite all the sex they’d already had, the pleasure of his experienced lips was enough to partially restore the lady-boner. Almost without deciding she was going to, Lona tugged him closer, making a small noise of pleasure when he settled between her legs. 

Devin kissed a path to her ear and whispered, “Did you just meep?”

Lona blinked, reviewing the last few seconds. Her brain failed to summon anything other than the bliss he’d sparked in her. “I did?”

“Yep,” he told her with a grin, laughing at her sexy, dazed expression. 

“I’m tired,” she said, smiling despite herself. “Over- oh! Overworked.”

“I’d say I’d take it easier on you but I don’t think that either of us want that,” he murmured before kissing her. 

“Overworked and oversexed,” she said, then his next kiss made both of them forget what they’d been talking about. 

Afterwards, Lona lay next to him, her brain slowly coming back online. As higher processes resumed and her brain mulled over things said in the course of the afternoon, Lona realized she needed to talk to Devin. Damnit, no, don’t, just leave his bed and claim ignorance when the dumpster fire starts later.

When she looked at his relaxed face as he watched her, she knew begging forgiveness wasn’t enough. “I need to use your shower before the others get here. But first,” she said, sitting up and drawing the blanket around herself, “I wanna ask you -- do you think we’re dating or not? You’ve said it both ways, so I need to know what you think we’re doing here.” Her words poured out in a rush as her eyes darted away from him, not quite able to look at him as she asked him to clarify what he wanted. Swallowing, she finally met his eyes and added, “I’m not demanding anything. I thought we were… but you asked me to Homecoming… then you said all kinds of things…  Jesus, I can’t even finish sentences.” She paused to glare at him. “And I’m not a skinhead!”

[Jaunt]

"I don't know,"  he said.  He delivered it with the lack luster calmness he seemed to handle everything with.  Everything and everyone seemed disposable, or... fleeting to him.  His mind to fast to rest on one place or person for too long.  Always on  the move was a great way to describe Devin.  "I know I've used the words 'dating' a few times.  Honestly, it kinda seems like we are but, I don't know."

"You don't know?"  She remained calm, waiting to hear him out before she lost her mind on one of Devin's attempted, stupid pranks.  "What don't you know?"

"I mean I've never dated anyone, Avalon," he used her real name more than anyone lately and she has to admit, she liked the way it sounded on his lips.  There was no denying Devin was charming, and verifiably great in bed, but... a guy needed to be more than that.  "I wouldn't know if we were, or weren't... who makes that call?  You?  Me?  I mean... neither of us asked the other for a date, really.  I took you out as a thank you for being cool about my phone, we said 'date'... but I wasn't sure if you were serious about that or we were just messing around.  Then we kissed at the end of the night, but I thought you were just wanting one as part of the whole experience so I went along with it and I left and..."

"And what?"  She prodded, adjusting the blankets across her chest.

Devin sighed.  He stared at his ceiling for a few moments, formulating the words so as to not sound like an ass.  "And I wanted to do it again, but I was scared.  Scared because I know how I am and if we were actually dating, it was only a matter of time before I screwed something up.  That's what I do.  I'm impulsive, reckless, and a complete hedonist.  I go where the party is, and my will is weak... some hottie walk by offers me a beejer... well, I've never said no to one before, but, dating changes that.  Exclusivity scares the shit out of me, Avs.  I don't want to fuck this up because... I really like you."

"Now," he raised his hand.  "That said, you've done quite of assuming when we should have probably talked about this before the mind blowing afternoon of sex that has obviously ruined you for all other men for the rest of your life.  Buuuuuut... I don't want there to be confusion.  I like you, you like me, we have fun, and obviously the sex is good or I would have teleported you away by now... so, if you are willing to put up with my bullshit I am willing to see where this goes and swear off other women... nintey percent of other women..."

She glared at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay," he laughed.  "Eighty, eigh-seventy percent.  Seventy percent of all women I will give up for you, you're a shrewd negotiator but I accept the terms."

[z-Avalon Wilson]

Of course Devin couldn’t do it. He couldn’t give a straight answer to her about anything, much less something as easy as dating. Still, she mused as he promised he liked her enough to almost be faithful to her, he wasn’t telling her no. While that would be the most honorable thing he could do -- free her if he couldn’t be what she deserved -- he was Devin, and that came with some selfishness. He was showing himself to be more self-aware than she’d expected, so that was a bonus. 

“So you want dating without exclusivity?” Lona said, relief creeping into her voice. This actually sounded good to her -- access to Devin without tying herself down too. She felt a little pang at the thought that he wouldn’t be all hers, but that wasn’t what she wanted anyway. She knew that she wasn’t interested in the high school sweetheart thing; she didn’t want to be with one person for her entire life. So this was good. “I like you too, Devin, so we can try that. I’m game.”

“You are?” Devin blinked. “You’d be fine with me being with other girls?”

“I don’t want you to flaunt it in front of me, but sure,” Lona said, her gaze darting to his face to watch his expression closely, “so long as you’re okay with me seeing other guys. Cause if you’re not 100% faithful to me, I’m not okay with being 100% faithful to you.”

[Jaunt]

Devin looked at her like his whole joke shot so far over her head that the art on his ceiling was going to need to re-taped up there.  "What?  Avalon, no..."  He shook his head laughing.  "Woah, no... like not even close.  Look, I believe that if you date someone, it should be exclusive because if you're not, well, then, that's just friends with benefits.  What I was saying, was that I'm a fuck up.  Not an excuse, it's just a fact.  Give me time and whatever we have, I will fuck it up.  It's in my nature."

"That said, I'm trying a lot of new things lately, like not bullying, and getting friends, and... what was easily ten chapters of the Kama Sutra just today alone,"  Lona couldn't help but laugh a bit, even taking a moment to hide her face from the flush beginning in her cheeks.  He smiled too, but continued his thought.  "So I'm willing to this.  Try us.  Just us, you and me, no others... unless you're into that, I mean, I know some chicks who-," she slapped his arm, smiling at his continued antics.  "I'll help you out of that shell of yours and you can help make me an honest man, who knows, right?"

He took her hand and kissed her gently on the knuckles.  "One bonafide boyfriend.  All yours."  He smirked and waggled a finger.  "I'm your responsibility.  I'm not house broken, I eat all the time and I'm starved for attention, constantly... I just hope you're up for this, because you wanted a boyfriend young lady and now you got one."  They both laughed and he kissed her knuckles again.  Those charming eyes locked hers and she hated and loved him all at once.  "You... do have one, right?  I'm down if you are."

[z-Avalon Wilson]

Devin was offering every girl’s dream: a hot, rich boyfriend, complete with the reformed bad boy persona, motorcycle, and psychic powers. He didn’t have a faithful canine companion or adorable puppy to provide humanization, but Lona was sure it was coming. His insistance that he would fuck up their relationship wasn’t flattering, but the challenge socially encoded into Lona still affected her: You can be the one to change him, and win at being the Best and Sexist Girl Evar.

Going all-in made her feel a little trapped, like she was treading her parent’s path and then, which one was she, her shitty mother or betrayed father? Lona’s assumption had offered her the chance to escape easily, but there was more than one way to flee a relationship if necessary. She thought about pushing him to take the friends with benefits option, but he was trying. Fear that he would hurt her or trap her was weighed against the realization that she really liked Devin. And they were talking about dating, not marriage. She wasn’t quite parroting her parents, not yet. Not getting pregnant would go a long way toward ensuring she didn’t become her mother.

Lona leaned in and kissed him. “Yeah, I have a boyfriend,” she told him with a smile, wondering why she felt suddenly shy. She sat naked in his bed, they’d had sex all afternoon, and had already agreed to do Homecoming together. “You’re my boyfriend,” she added, and felt tenderness for Devin flow through her. A little frightened by the surge of emotion, she pulled away, scooping up her clothing. “Still need that shower, though, or I’m gonna reek.”

She paused at the doorway and added, “So is your sister gonna be okay with us dating? I know it’s weird to ask that and I’m not asking for her permission or blessing, but if she’s going to war against me to protect your reputation, I should be ready. I mean, I’ll lose, but I feel I should still be prepared.”

[Jaunt]

"Would Marissa stop and care if you would be hurt or bothered by anything she was doing or seeing?"  Devin asked.

"No," Lona offered quickly, easily knowing the answer.

"Then don't offer her the same courtesy."  He stood from his bed, not shy at all as Lona smirked and leaned against the bathroom door frame to listen.  "You wanna get my sister off your case?  Fuck her."  He thought about what he just said.  "Not literally, but... look, let her talk her shit.  Let her play her games and try to get under your skin.  Play along, but stay proud.  Because no matter how big of a fuss she makes and how big of a tantrum she throws, at the end of the day, I'm still yours and there's nothing she can do to change that unless we let her.  Now go shower... and don't use all my shampoo."  He chuckled.  "Just kidding, you need like what, a drop?  Maybe two?"

Lona fumed, not really mad since she knew he was kidding, but what the hell, dude?  "Stop making fun of my hair!"  She chuckled and flipped him off.

"Nope.  Too easy and I'm going to run it into the ground."  He smile and puckered his lips, making a pecking sound as he sent her a kiss from across room.  "Now go shower!  Yer filthy.  Stinkin' up my whole room!  Making it smell like sex... I gotta sleep here damn it!  Women... always thinking of themselves."  He smiled as he griped.  Clothes started to appear in his hands in small, muted flashes as wandered about trying to collect himself, post sex.

[z-Avalon Wilson]

Lona paused at the door of the bathroom to rub her hip against the doorframe with a snarky glance over her shoulder at him. “Marking your territory?” Devin asked with a laugh.

“Nope, just a little something to help you remember the hot, afternoon-long sex later,” Lona remarked. “For marking my boyfriend as mine, I’ll need something a little more visual.”

“A canvas sack?” Devin guess, bamping a shirt into his hand. 

“No, I still want to see dat ass when I want,” she purred, “but the other ladies at school will need reminders to keep their paws off you.”

“I have created a monster,” Devin noted, his grin taking the bite from his words.

“Yep,” Lona agreed and shut the bathroom door before she got distracted again. Wow. She leaned against the door for a long moment, trying to regain her emotional equilibrium. I have a boyfriend. Devin Jauntsen is my boyfriend.

Mom is going to hit the roof.

Shaking her head, Lona stepped into the perfectly white and massive shower, and quickly washed. Devin had masculine-scented body wash; while she was a huge fan of how it smelled on him, she was less enamoured of how it combined with her personal scent. She dried and dressed quickly, her hair almost dry by the time she exited the bathroom. 

Devin had dressed himself, which Lona was both sad to see and grateful. Honestly, he was damned distracting just sitting at his desk. Her intimate knowledge of him made him even hotter: she knew the taste of his skin, and her body still tingled with the memory of his fingers on her body. “So, I’m going downstairs for this meeting with Etienne, and I guess Clara and I will leave after for home, so um, call me later?”

[Jaunt]

"Really?"  He smiled at her.  "Hey, we just banged, and this is crazy, gonna haze a Canadian, so call me maybe?"

Lona laughed.  "I don't know, it sounds better your way, just... I don't know... maybe add a beat, a little percussion."

He joined her in the laugh and stood up, leaning in for a gentle peck on her lips.  He didn't make every kiss some tongue-fest of spit swapping, he knew how to just speak without words.  "Well, have fun.  If you need a ride, text me, okay?  Be happy to give you one, maybe... stop in London for dinner on the way?  I'll probably be at Tawny's so just hit me up.  I said I'd help her some of her chores tonight, it goes faster if she has help.  Her dad sprained his wrist, so she has double the load on the ranch."

[z-Avalon Wilson]

“Such a good friend,” Lona said, mostly to dispel that slight twinge of jealousy that Devin was sharing time with Tawny. He’d made it clear that he didn’t want her as a romantic partner, he wanted Lona, so her jealousy could fuck off. It was a little unfair that she didn’t have a close male friend who could make Devin feel that way, however. “Tawny’s lucky to have you.” 

She kissed him, which meant that she had to work to remind herself that she had a prior obligation. “I’ll call you when we’re done, whether I need a ride or not. Have fun on the ranch!” She stroked his cheek and left, just managing to pull her eyes off him before she ran into the door jamb. Flushing, she headed for the stairs, where she could already hear other people’s voices…

Over to Rainbows we go…

[WS ST]

Later...

The hot water beat down upon his back and Devin smiled reliving the day in his mind or at least the good parts from after he came home. After the shower he checked in on his sister and found her still locked behind a closed door downstairs, he only briefly considered going in then decided he didn't want to ruin his day.

"Devin!" His mother's voice shattered his reverie. "How many times have I told you not to leave your dirty clothes lying around? Good god Devin what were you doing in these wading through a sewer. You get down here and pick these up and put them in the washer. FFS!" 

Devin looked back toward the bar in the living room where his mother was putting ice into a glass, had she really just said FFS out loud ? he shook his head and went and gather the clothes that he had rapidly stripped out of when he returned to this wold. Wash them, he thought as he picked them up off the floor where he had dropped them they were filthy and ruined, I'm just going to throw them away. Devin gingerly picked them up and that's when he noticed it. stuck near the collar of the dirty shirt trapped by some of the muck was a long red hair...

Spoiler

Demons is done. Devin receives 4XP, Lona receives 3XP, Marissa receives 3XP everyone else who posted in Demons receives 1 XP

 

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Revised XP Awards for Chasing Demons:  (additional to those above)

These reflect what I consider to be a fair assessment of contribution in terms of roleplaying and ideas.

+1XP for the following Characters - Sean Cassidy, Cassandra Allen, Jason Bannon, Clara Lys Wright.