Re: Anubis, Bast, Ares, open to everybody who wants to party
Bast heard a voice asking for aid, and since she liked to think of herself as a helpful person, she turned to see who might need her assistance. She had just enough time to think the guy asking looked both familiar and ridiculously hot, and then the vaguely familiar, totally hot guy that needed her help kissed her. Not just kissed her. He kissed her.
Bast could definitely help him with that.
Fisting her hands in his shirt, she held him in place and made sure that she gave as good as she got. His mouth was as hot as he looked, and he was very, very talented. Hedonistic as she was, Bast rarely turned down an opportunity to feel good, and kissing seemed to come along with that frequently, so she had a pretty wide range of experiences on which she could base her judgment. And in her opinion, she could definitely kiss this guy again. At least once.
Which was why when the kiss came to an end, she yanked him close to do just that. She hadn't forgotten the cute bartender, or her brother; he wasn't good enough to stop the world. Bast had had a few kisses like that, one from a very unexpected place when she'd met Thanatos, but this wasn't one of those kisses. Close, but not quite. Still good enough that her leg somehow ended up twined around his thigh, and Bast grinned against his lips.
“Have you been helped?” she asked with a purr. “Or can I do something else for you? I have some ideas. I could make a list. Or do you need more? I can totally do more.” With that, she kissed him aggressively, nearly throwing her body weight against him as she showed him how enthusiastically she'd like to help him.