OOM: A Date With the Devil (Literally)

[thesupersmeller]

He's pretty sure it's a really, really bad idea. No less, Burton Guster has put on his favorite purple silk shirt and black slacks, oiled his head with the perfect mixture of lavender and cocoa butter, and made it to the restaurant twenty minutes early.

Nervous (as always) and almost hoping that she'll stand him up, he takes a seat at a table in the back with a freshly lit candle and orders a bottle of Corvina with two glasses.

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[thesupersmeller]

A bolder man might say it, but he is not that man.

"Different like getting out of here and going somewhere private. I'm not really in the mood for food."

Who exactly is doing your thinking now, Gus? Not wanting food, may as well claim you don't like breathing or kittens.

[7twistedwishes]

It's a sliding scale of needs and wants: so far, 'food' does not rate high on it, but that's likely to change.

"We can take the food along for later, if you don't mind the knowing smiles people will cast at us when they see us leaving..." It's more fun when you let people know exactly what (kinky) things you're going to do... without actually telling them.

[thesupersmeller]

The thought of the Saturday dinner rush's eyes on him as they slink out the front door after what was probably a pretty intense display sends a strong bolt of fear through him. They'll all know what's going on... that there are some things you just can't hide.

C'mon, son! What's wrong with you... a gorgeous woman like that who may as well be sitting in your lap? Let them know, strut out of there like you own the place.

"A... all..." he swallows hard, closing his eyes long enough to let out a deep breath. "Alright, I'd like that."

[7twistedwishes]

Maybe she's not as much investigating his date-skills, as she is pushing him to act more with his superego. Either way, his decision is rewarded with a kiss, this one initiated by her, full of passion and need and near-pleading.

Gus now just needs to call a waiter over to pack their dinner 'to go', and maybe the wine too.

While that happens, what about some actual devil-on-lap, offering herself to his attentions?

[thesupersmeller]

He nearly whimpers against her kiss, his tongue tentatively parting her lips even as he waves the waiter over to their table.

"We... uh..." he pants again, he brain not quite functioning for any purpose that involves much more than what he's managing at that moment. "We need to go. Could I alter our order?"

[7twistedwishes]

Hopefully the waiter is an experienced enough professional to understand the situation without need for many more words. Once they are ready, Lucifer will follow along with Gus out of the restaurant, and towards whatever location he has in mind.

Eagerly so.

[thesupersmeller]

Direction was questionable...

"My apartment is like a mile away?" he suggestions, already taking the plastic sack and letting his arm boldly wrap around her waist to lead her toward his small, blue car.

"Or... anywhere..."

[7twistedwishes]

"I still have a few tricks." She grins, pressing herself to his chest, drawing Gus head down until their foreheads touch. "Think of your place."

Once he does, wind swirls around them, both feel a bit of vertigo...

...and they are standing on his living room. "Like speedy travel."

[thesupersmeller]

He can safely say he's never felt anything like it in his life, when she touches him, he closes his eyes - quite glad he did when they... shift... and he feels like the world's come out from underneath him.

"That... was weird..."

Of course, he's standing in his living room clutching a bag of oysters and pasta with Lucifer herself and a mind rapidly descending into the gutter and all a little bit of transportation is weird.

"Uh..." he manages to look up at her, still a little dumbstruck, "wine? Or..."

It's open thought, with a lot of room to work.

[7twistedwishes]

Now that they are alone, she... changes? In demeanor, some at least, resting to Gus' chest. "You're a good man... I don't want to push or rush you, even if I could." She cups his cheek, looking into his eyes. "Do you want me?"

It seems like an important question to ask?

"I mean, can you see me as just a woman looking for a good man to have a good time with?" If that is not yet another game she plays...

[thesupersmeller]

Isn't it always just a game of agendas anyway? At least that's what he'll tell himself later because he wants a push in a very big way.

"I get it;" he leans in close, smelling the heady warmth of her. Gentle, ever the gentle man, he reaches up to touch her again, this time brushing his hand over her shoulder. "You're a woman with needs, and nobody can see it."

Perhaps a small part of his brain knows it has to be a deception, that he's playing out a white knight fantasy that can't be healthy.

"I know what it's like to have needs."

He leans in closer yet, his dark eyes equally suggestive and innocent as he kisses her tenderly.

[7twistedwishes]

She accepts the kiss, but grins to him after they part. "Oh, but I don't mean romance." Lucifer guides his hands to the shoulder ties of her dress. "I mean lust, dear."

She's not looking for a knight.

The Devil is too honest for that. "It might sound weird, but... I'd like to know what it's like to have a man control me. Dominate me."

"Use me." You know, just for a change. Of course, that... right, trick, misdirection, lie, who knows? She's there and asking for it.

[thesupersmeller]

Lust. He swallows hard, his fingers twitching on the small tie as the increasingly familiar heat washes over over him again.

Dominate... use... never had the words had that effect on him. Did he really want it? Or was he buying into the seductress telling him that he did? It didn't matter.

He was going for it.

With his good hand, he gives a slight tug at the tie, sealing his fate. He doesn't wait for the fabric to fall away - and he knows it will - before pushing close and wrapping his arm around her shoulders to quickly untie the opposite side.

Boldness is not his strong suit, in fact... pretty much the opposite. And yet, he trails his fingers once more down the slope of her back without hesitation - finding the small metal zip as he had back in the restaurant.

If the lady insists... a gentleman wouldn't turn her down, would he?

[7twistedwishes]

Just a woman, Gus.

Nothing else, nothing more, and you know what is really interesting about being The Devil? You can tell universal truths, private truths, world-shattering secrets, and nobody believes you. You don't have to hide anything, because people just assume it's yet another layer of falsehood. Tomorrow, you will think the same, and maybe you will be right.

Tomorrow she might have a talon on your soul.

Tonight, the dress falls sliding along her body to pool around her ankles, leaving the woman wearing only stockings and those high heels. Just that. Tonight, her hands move as well, to undo his clothes in turn, even if removing them will be less dramatic. She could make it more dramatic, but why spook him and undo all her work?

[thesupersmeller]

Oh my...

Another small whine catches in his throat, but he remains steady; staring only a moment - thoroughly enchanted by her beautiful form and bold sensuality. Lust... the very embodiment.

The gentle tug of fingers on the buttons of his shirt brings him crashing back to the situation; "Let me..." His body flushes hot, his skin prickling with goose flesh and responding to even the gentlest of touches. It's impetuous, wild... and so far out of his comfort zone he doesn't have the slightest idea what to do.

[7twistedwishes]

"I hope it's not your first time seeing a woman naked, dear." Out of comfort zone is exactly where she likes to keep people.

While he is busy with the shirt, Lucifer's hands dip towards his belt, button and fly, among other reasons because she likes that helpless whine sound he made.

[thesupersmeller]

Swallowing back another squeak, he nods eagerly. "Oh, no... no... just..." he lets out a low groan, feeling the tug at his belt. "Not quite like this..."

When her skilled hands made work of his fly, his brain takes the hint and forces him back into motion. Taking bold steps forward, he hooks his arm around her soft hip and murmurs; "We should take this to bed."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, really?" She will re-do his pants' button, just so they do not fall and trip Gus. Stepping out of the dress pooled around her ankles, Lucifer lets the man guide her to the bedroom.

[thesupersmeller]

The slow down is enough to collect his wits again and guides her with his strong arm towards the immaculately kept bedroom where his bed is made (thankfully not with the Thundercats sheets they'd had the day before but a nice neutral navy)and waiting for them.

"Is this okay?" He asks, backing her into the side of the mattress.

[7twistedwishes]

Her answer? Kiss Gus' chest, trail kisses around a bit, smile up to him with that impish expression of hers. "Is this okay? I have plenty more where it came from." Her hands will re-undo the man's pants, and she will help him out of shoes, socks, and...

...everything else, really. Careful so he does not bump his injured arm.

[thesupersmeller]

Determined, his hand trails over her shoulders and down her chest to gently caress over her bare breasts - handling her as though she were fire incarnate.

"It's... good," he nods, nervously stepping out of his clothes before pushing close against her, guiding her to sit at the edge of the bed - trying like hell not to feel self-conscious about being naked in the same room as a beautiful woman and very clearly liking what he sees.

"This is good..."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, good." The Devil smiles, leaning in to kiss Gus' chest. "I was hoping so."

"Now, dear, why don't you lay back, relax, and let me show you all the nice naughty tricks I've learned from being the incarnation of Lust?"

[thesupersmeller]

He knows his nerves are showing just as much as his arousal, and somewhat tenatively he crawls up onto his bed, keeping his arms close to his body as eh curls up on his side.

"What sort of tricks?"

He's genuinely curious - and not the least bit frightened of her so much as the very high likelihood things weren't going to last very long in his state.

[7twistedwishes]

"Well, fellatio that lasts an hour or more, exotic positions and techniques that make the kama sutra read like a cheap softcore magazine..." She crawls into the bed, over to him. "Or, we could just cuddle until you relax a bit, honey. You seem just about to... explode." The Devil winks, laying down close. "After tonight, you'll know things that will make any woman worship the ground you tread on."

[thesupersmeller]

Gus' eyes went wide, almost innocent looking as his body flushing hot at the words.

"I will?" He breathes, a slight moan catching in his throat as she climbs over him, the dull throb increasingly more difficult to ignore.

"Just a little... you know... it's been a while and..." He stumbles over his own thoughts, partially entranced by the seductress, partially losing himself to the frequent combination of nerves and arousal.