dagny malikov (dagny) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-12-24 01:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~dagny langdon (hadesspawn) |
Who: Dagny and Michael
What: Talking
Where: Dennis Investigations
When December 10
Warning: Alludes to sex.
Dagny wasn't kidding when she said she was showing up in sweats because that was exactly what she had on; sweat pants, a pair of ugg boots, and a winter jacket with a hat on her head. It was cold out and she was going to be bundled up no matter how silly she looked. Knowing the way to her sister's business like the back of her hand, she made it there in no time and unlocked the place, deciding to wait inside where it was warm.
A few minutes later, Michael finally arrived, far more dressed up than Dagny, in black slacks and red button-down shirt combined with a long black wool coat. The wind blew through his hair, yet by the look on his face, the cold air wasn't even slightly bothering him.
Dagny stood by the door watching for him and when she saw the guy from the picture, she opened up the door and gestured for him to come in. She would be fine if they had their discussion there really. "I feel underdressed" She commented with a laugh as she shut the door behind him to shut out the cold. To be honest, she just didn't want to change from what she was wearing when they started talking.
"Luckily, you're clearly the type who looks beautiful in any manner of dress." He told her, an undercurrent of slick, evil charm beneath his friendly and (surprisingly) sweet demeanor. "It's a pleasure to see you in person, Dagny. Pictures do you no justice at all."
Being the daughter of who she was, Dagny found herself attached to that little evil charm undercurrent and it made her smirk a little bit before she smiled. "And you're even more charming in person, I see. I think I'll keep ya in my life" She said, nodding for him to follow her inside so they could go sit down. She didn't want to talk standing up.
"Is that a fact?" He asked with an amused, lopsided grin as he followed her. She was a fairly tiny thing, especially compared to his own tall and lanky build... yet somehow it added to her attractiveness, along with the fact that he could sense that same darkness within her that he worked so hard to keep at bay within himself.
"Mmhmm" She replied, looking over her shoulder at him with a little grin of her own. This guy got her, he was charming, and he was cute. What wasn't there to like? "So you got daddy issues too, huh?" She asked as she sat down on one of the two blush chairs that were in the room they went into.
He nodded, replying in the most blunt and open manner he could. "My father... is Satan." He said, smirking. Even he understood how ridiculous that could sound. "But I haven't been very open to 'carrying out his legacy', so... needless to say he's not terribly happy with me."
"Dude me too" She said without missing a beat. After a moment, she realized she should explain herself. "Well Greek Satan anyway. It's Hades, rules of the underworld. I haven't met him yet but he's always with me" As she said the last part, a hand print began glowing on her chest that was visible through her shirt. "See?" She said as she looked down, a bit of a grimace on her face because it hurt.
In an odd way that was somehow more sensual than creepy, he placed his hand directly over that handprint, grinning at her. "We truly do have a connection then, don't we?" He asked, saying nothing else and instead just focusing on the feel of his hand upon her.
"Yeah we do" She replied, looking up at him for a moment before she looked back down at his hand over the handprint of her father. There was something to intimate about this that she couldn't explain and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She'd never felt this way with anyone so quickly.
"You're so outgoing, so... sarcastic and confrontational..." He said, as though reading from her like some sort of book. "Yet you hide so much fear, sadness, and rage within in you. I can feel it.... it's potent, like the strongest alcohol you could imagine."
She looked up at him again as talked about how she was and it made her raise her eyebrows. "How the hell are you doing that?" She asked, both intrigued and a little freaked out by this apparent ability of is.
"All I'm doing is seeing you." He replied, rather simply. not bothering to move his hand. "I'm not seeing the person you try to be, or the person others want to see you as. I see you, Dagny. And I like what I see."
Reaching up, she put her hand over top of his as she listened to him, her blue eyes just staring over at him. When he was done talking, she had no words for him so instead of speaking, she leaned over and kissed him. She didn't know why but she just couldn't help herself.
He knew she was a bit younger than him. But that mattered little. For they were bonded in darkness. Brought together by an undeniable chemistry that could only come from two beings born of mutual monsters. He lost himself in the kiss, pulling her small frame closer to him, a hand now resting on the small of her back.
As the kiss continued and he pulled her closer, she moved into a standing position and wrapped her around around him. She never felt such a pull to someone as she did with him so she didn't care about age either. It was just a number anyway. Their height difference caused her to have to stand up on her tippy toes to kiss him properly.
He grabbed her waist, lifting her just enough to sit her on the table, so that he could kiss her more evenly. A dominant hand firmly held her by the back of her head as they kissed, the hand still on her chest moving to slightly grope her breast.
Dagny allowed herself to be lifted up be put on the table, never breaking the kiss. Should she tell Bo about this later? It was her place is business, after all. That thought was only there for a moment before she focused on the guy she was with. This was so much better than talking. Opening up her legs, she put arms around him and pulled him between them as she kissed him harder.
He reached between them, deftly unfastening his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he continued to kiss her. He knew she wanted this as much as he did. In some ways, he felt that they could almost sense what the other wanted as they were doing it.
----FADE TO BLACK----
She held onto him for a few long moments as they both came then she pulled away, smirking a little bit as she looked at him. "Great talk" She said as she sat back on her hands again, patiently waiting for him to pull out so she could pull her pants back up.
Finally, he did so, pulling his own pants back up with a grace and fluidity that pretty much guaranteed there'd be no "walk of shame" done here. He had enjoyed himself and was damn glad he had.
While she waited, she caught her breath and let herself come down from her high. Once he moved away, she stood up and grabbed her pants, pulling them up. She had no regrets either and actually didn't want things to end just yet. "Father liked that apparently" She said, looking down to the hand print just as it faded again. "Bet he'd like it even more if we made some kind of evil baby" She joked as she looked back up at him. "Lets not, though"
Michael felt an eyebrow go up slightly there. That idea should NOT be appealing to him. The time he'd now gone without his 'treatments' from the coven was beginning to affect him, and he both liked it and feared it. "We should do that again sometime." He said, knowing deep down already that they would. Likely MANY more times.
"Don't even think about it, buddy" She pointed playfully when her raised that eyebrow. She wasn't ready to be a mother and even if she was, it wasn't possible anyway. Lowering her finger, she smiled when she suggested they needed to do that again. "Hell yeah we shold. And maybe next time we could do some actual talking" She told him with a laugh. After all, that was why they got together in the first place. Leaning up, she gave him a long kiss then she pulled away, gently turning him towards the main door. "See you soon, Mikey Boy. I gotta clean this place up before Bo comes in the morning"
He stayed silent as she escorted him out, finding her behavior far more amusing than he likely should. She was adorable in her lack of tact, and he found himself feeling even more drawn to her. "Yes." He said, grinning before he walked out the door, "You most certainly will."