Getting Lucky (NC-17... go away kids!)

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If anything could be said about Lydia, it's that she's not quite right in the head. In all the years of doing what she did, she had never been overtaken by the male, and as she gazed up at the demon in wonder, she couldn't help but grin. That is, until he moved in and kissed her mouth so roughly that she was sure it would leave her lips bruised. She kissed him back with just as much force, and then his hand was around her throat and she choked on the moan that had managed to escape her lips.

Her eyes went wide as he glared down at her, tightening his forceful grip. Lydia had never felt such pain in her life. She was gasping for air, but was unable to quite draw a solid breath. Instead she was only managing to gasp in tiny bursts of oxygen, which she found interesting... it was clear that the demon was more interested in playing with her than he was seeing her dead. Lydia was no fool... he could have easily snapped her neck already if that was his intention, but she kept that to herself. She wasn't exactly safe.

Her dark eyes darted left and right as she struggled beneath him, her hands firmly grasping his wrists in a feeble attempt to pull him away. She could feel the lack of oxygen to her brain... could feel the hazy feeling washing over her... the dizziness setting in, and her struggling started to become more and more feeble as unconsciousness threatened to settle over her.

"Tell me something, Lydia," he said, squeezing a little tighter. "When I'm done strangling you, are you gonna come back to life like the last guy you pulled this little stunt with?"

He had a good enough hold on her throat for her to have trouble breathing, though she could still get a little bit of air. He doubted she'd be able to choke out a reply, though she could make the attempt.

"Shh. You don't have to talk. I know it's probably a bit difficult to make that sexy voice of yours to work right now. Just blink once for yes and twice for no."

Lydia met his gaze once again, staring into the blurred liquid pools of black. Her face was turning quite pale... her lips slightly blue from lack of air. She considered lying but realized quickly that doing so might tempt him to kill her and see for himself. So instead she squeezed her eyes shut once, then twice, all the while attempting to swing her legs upward to catch his head between her ankles.

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Lydia actually smiled up at him as he pinned her to the bed. When gave her that hard kiss she seemed surprised for a second, but then she kissed him back with the same amount of force.

Her eyes were wide when he sat up, sitting just above her hips with his hand around her throat. She struggled and writhed beneath him, which made him smile. Not so great being on the other side, is it? he thought.

He asked her if that little necromancy trick would work on her after he killed her. She stared up at him and he held her gaze, grinning. What a sight he must have been with those black eyes and that almost giddy smile.

She was uncertain at first and looked like the lack of air was starting to get to her. She blinked once, and then twice. That would be a no.

"I didn't think so," he said as she moved her legs, trying to pull some gymnastic ankle-headlock move from what he could tell - and failing miserably. "That's a shame. Would've been fun to see you pull a Lazyrus and come back to life."

He studied her for a moment as he kept his grip on her throat. He was seriously considering just choking the life out of her, slowly and painfully. But where would be the fun in that? Sure, it'd be fun for a few seconds while he watched her die and at the same time realize she'd been beaten at her own game. But then what?

No, he could have much more fun with her on a more long-term basis.

"Oh, well," he said with an over-exaggerated sigh. He let go of her throat and rolled off of her to sit on the edge of the bed.

He heard her choking and gasping as he pulled on his underwear and pants. When he turned back to look at her his eyes had gone back to their human blue. He smirked.

"Not what you expected when you decided to take the scrawny guy with all the cash for a test drive, huh?" He winked and his voice was still his own, deep and gravelly without an accent.

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Lydia could feel the life slipping out of her as he sat on top of her, keeping his grip tight around her throat. The colors were fading from her vision, a cloud of darkness overcoming her. Even his voice was starting to sound far away, as though she were listening to him through a tin can telephone line.

So this is what death feels like.

Then suddenly, without any sort of warning whatsoever, he released his hold on her, and all of the blood and oxygen rushed up to her brain at once, causing her to sputter and choke, her hands clutching her chest as brilliant colored lights seemed to dance before her eyes. Lydia blinked back the tears that threatened to fall as her body recovered from his attack, and when finally her breathing started to even out, and the coughs died down, she looked over to see the demon getting dressed.

"Not what you expected when you decided to take the scrawny guy with all the cash for a test drive, huh?" He winked and his voice was still his own, deep and gravelly without an accent.

Lydia laid there in silence for a moment, trying to sort her thoughts. On the one hand, she had just nearly been choked to death, and the idea of it frightened her. But on the other hand, this demon put a whole new twist on her game. She was so used to the human males... who barely put up a fight... who were easy prey. Half of them, she mused, were ready to die anyhow... already involved in unhappy marriages or suffering from painful addictions that they couldn't seem to overcome.

But this one... the power that radiated from him... she craved it. She wanted it for herself... She wanted to be near him, to share in it with him, to be dominated by him. She had only had a taste of what the demon had to offer so far, and she wasn't about to walk away unsatisfied.

So as she shifted onto her knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed, she wrapped her arms around him from behind and answered him the only way that she could see fit. "I knew you were different when you lasted longer than thirty seconds," she purred into his ear, and then bent down to kiss and suck at his neck like the vixen that she was. "Who are you?" she whispered.

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Right before he released his hold on Lydia's throat, something strange happened. He heard a thought, loud and clear in his head:

"So this is what death feels like."

A.J. could read minds, but only to a limited degree. Normally, he only got a vague idea of general feelings and states of mind. On a few rare occasions while talking to someone who was close to his host, he'd picked up on a word or two. But this was the first time he'd heard an entire coherent thought clearly.

Well this just keeps getting more and more interesting, he thought.

He started to get dressed while Lydia recovered. He was immediately satisfied that he hadn't killed her.

"Not what you expected when you decided to take the scrawny guy with all the cash for a test drive, huh?" he said, turning to her and winking.

He grabbed his shirt off the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed. He was turning the sleeves of his shirt right-side-out when Lydia came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.

"I knew you were different when you lasted more than thirty seconds," she said in that lovely voice of hers.

He laughed. "Thirty seconds? Damn. You've been getting short-changed. No wonder you killed those guys."

Of course, she'd tried to kill him, too, but he guessed it was more out of habit than anything else.

She started kissing his neck, which normally would've been fine and even turned him on. But he wasn't in the mood for fun and games at the moment. They'd just tried to kill each other, and there were obviously a few things they had to straighten out. So, at the moment, he was all-business.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You don't know?" he asked with genuine surprise.

He gently detangled her arms from around his neck and shoulders and pulled his shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned for now. He hadn't been sure whether she knew who he was at first, but once he turned the tables he thought she might've figured it out. He stood up again and turned to look at her, leaning his back against the wall.

"Well, this guy's name..." He put a hand on his chest to indicate the body. "...is A.J. Fletcher. Family-oriented, aspiring musician, good sense of humor, all-around good guy. My name..." He leaned forward, letting his eyes go black to show his demon side a bit better. "is Pilgrim. I like to have fun, hang out. Not so nice of a guy." He smirked, letting his eyes go back to normal and folding his arms as he leaned back against the wall. "But I think I put on a damn good act if I do say so myself," he said in his host's lighter tone with that southern accent.

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Lydia scowled as he gently pushed her away. If it had been anyone else, she would have killed the bastard right then and there, but it had already been proven that killing this one wasn't an option. Instead she moved from behind him and walked over to the large window, where she turned to face him and leaned casually back against the glass, having subtly shifted the curtain aside. It didn't phase her one bit to be naked and on public display... in fact, she thrilled in doing so. If they had been on the ground floor and more accessible for public view, she was sure she could have caused a traffic accident. It had happened more than once... and always thoroughly amused her.

For now, however, her focus was on the demon. She watched with mild disinterest as he moved to stand against the wall and told her his name... names, that is... and a basic rundown of his likes and dislikes as if he were reading a singles ad out loud to her. A.J., Pilgrim... whatever. "Yeah, not what I meant," she said with a roll of her eyes. Like she gave a shit what his name was. She'd call him whatever she damn well felt like calling him... just as she always did. "And I know WHAT you are... but I have a feeling there is something you aren't telling me," she said, raising an eyebrow questioningly at him. "After all, there has to be some reason that you didn't take me out just now."

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It amused A.J. that Lydia stood there right in front of the window naked. Giving the world a show, are we? he thought as he answered her question.

"Yeah, not what I meant," she said, rolling her eyes and clearly annoyed. "And I know WHAT you are... but I have a feeling there is something you aren't telling me. After all, there has to be some reason that you didn't take me out just now."

"You're more entertaining alive than dead, sweetheart," he said simply. He started buttoning his shirt as they talked. "As for who I am, well, where do you think you've been gettin' that power you're playin' around with? Or, I guess I should say who do you think you got it from. I am technically a 'who' ridin' around in this body."

He smiled and folded his arms across his chest. She was confident, he had to give her that. And maybe she was a few cans short of a six-pack, but he wasn't exactly sanity's poster boy either. It just made her more interesting. And was she ever power-hungry! He was glad he'd run into this little lady. She'd be interesting, to say the very least.

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So this guy was claiming to be the source of her abilities as a necromancer. She had to admit, she had never actually considered where the spells had come from, or that they even had a particular origin at all. Most of the time, when chanting an incantation, she had absolutely no idea what the words meant. Lydia wasn't exactly the sort of girl that really gave a shit about the consequences... just that casting the spell led to the intended results.

Of course, she was now quite intrigued by his claim, and as he buttoned his shirt she moved gracefully over to him, grabbing the material of his button-down in her hands and leaning against him. "You can't be ready to just... go..." she said as she began working open buttons again. "There's still far too much fun to be had, don't you think? After all... if what I can do is all because of you... I'm damn curious about what else you can teach me..."

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Lydia came over to A.J. and started unbuttoning his shirt again. She said if he was who he said he was, if he was the one supplying her power, she wanted to know what else he could teach her. She was intrigued and seemed to believe him to a point. But she wasn't stupid. It would take more than his word and the fact that he didn't kill her to have her fully convinced.

That's okay, he thought. There's plenty of time for that.

He smiled. "Well, what are you lookin' to learn?" he asked, wrapping his arms playfully around her waist.

She was power-hungry, this one. She didn't even know what she wanted. She just... wanted. Everything. Anything. He'd never encountered someone with such a longing. He wondered vaguely where it came from. And then he started thinking about what she could accomplish with all that want. Focused, it could make her a hell of an opponent for somebody. One thing was for sure. If this little lady wanted something, she'd stop at nothing to get it.

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"Anything," she purred breathlessly in his ear as she pushed his shirt open and off of his shoulders, her hands moving over his skin, caressing him like a lover and not like before when she had been eager to rush past the feigned intimacy. "Everything. I want more control."

As she said this, she gave A.J. a gentle push backward onto the bed, and then she moved into his lap, straddling him. Her mouth met his in a deep kiss... it was evident that she was turned on... infatuated with him. "I want to raise armies." Her words came between kisses to his lips, throat and chest. "I want to command them from afar. I want to be able to know what my beautiful creations are up to without having to hope for a hint in the local paper." Her fingers threaded into his hair, and she leaned back a bit so that she could look the demon in the eyes. "I want everything that I don't already have."

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The 'anything and everything' reply didn't surprise him. He'd already determined that she wanted, plain and simple. It was the intimacy that accompanied the reply that shocked him a bit. It wasn't just physicality, but intimacy - there was a difference.

She stripped off his shirt, touching him, caressing him. It was an altogether different touch than before. Instead of passionate, it was almost affectionate. He almost felt he should stop her.

Almost.

"I want more control," she said, shoving him back onto the bed.

It was a gentle shove and he could have easily stood his ground, but he allowed himself to fall backward rather than resisting. If she wanted control, he could give her that - or at least the illusion of that. For now.

She was on his lap, kissing him deeply and straddling him. He kissed her back, running his hands along her back. If she wanted passion or affection, he could give her those, too - or the illusion of them.

She continued to kiss him as she spoke, telling him what she wanted. He felt invigorated, the natural arousal he felt all over in this body amplified by his own demonic senses and the shared power between himself and Lydia. He felt his own arousal as well as Lydia's. They were feeding one another and it was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

He felt her fingers in his hair, a pleasant sensation. And then she pulled away to look at him.

"I want everything that I don't already have," she said.

It was the most honest and genuine thing she'd said all night and he smiled.

"Of course you do," he said in his real voice, deep and slightly gravelly without a trace of an accent. He put a hand to her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. "But, that's not going to happen overnight."

He leaned in and kissed her neck, his lips and tongue trailing up to her jawline. He nibbled her ear and whispered, "But it's possible."

A.J. leaned back to look at her. "We just need to work together. Help each other," he said. "You're an ambitious, determined woman with a plan. I'm a demon with a bit of power... Something tells me we can do whatever we damn well please with a little time and focus."

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"Ahh..." she breathed, leaning in to kiss his ear. "I was hoping you would say that," she whispered. Lydia inched herself backward off his lap and got to her knees on the floor next to the bed, her hands catching the waistband of his pants and working them down as she moved. For the first time ever she felt devotion to another being. It wasn't devotion in a romantic sense... but a pure sensual thrill and desire to give herself over to him. The demon could make her stronger, and now that the power was in her reach, it made her crave it all the more.

Gently she pushed his knees apart and moved forward a bit so that she was kneeling comfortably between his legs. Passionate nibbles and kisses were placed to his thighs, starting at the knees and working her way upward and inward. Her hands moved to his hips and she gripped him tight, her nails digging into his flesh as she drew her tongue teasingly up his length. "Stay with me," she purred before moving her mouth fully onto him

This was such a new experience for her. Not the sex... any part of it.. but the desire to please someone else. She had no intentions of changing her ways... there would be plenty of men in her future and she had a feeling that the demon wasn't going to propose or something equally ridiculous any day soon. But this was different... it made her feel different. She felt more powerful just being in his presence... more alive than she ever had. .

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Not only was she hoping he'd say that, but he suspected she'd known he'd say that. To him, it was obvious they'd make a good team if they played their cards right and came to an understanding.

She slid off of him, pulling down his pants as she did.

"You just can't get enough of me can you?" he said, his tone slightly teasing. But his voice wasn't smug or arrogant, even though he knew there was a bit of truth behind the statement.

Her kisses and nibbles surprised him, but also excited and aroused him further. She grasped his hips, her nails digging into his skin. The pain only added to the pleasure he already felt.

"Stay with me," she said.

A soft moan escaped him and he closed his eyes. He certainly wasn't going anywhere at the moment. He ran a hand over her hair gently, as if to reassure her.

The demon was certainly no stranger to sex, but he'd never felt such a connection to any of his partners. He didn't know if it was their shared power or Lydia herself, but something made him want as she wanted. She felt powerful and alive, and so did he - though he hadn't truly been alive for quite a while.

He didn't want to lose that feeling. He decided that he would stay with Lydia, or rather she would stay with him. He would give everything to her and take everything from her. In this way he could keep her, possess her in a way that had nothing to do with the literal act of possession he was used to. For as long as he needed her, he would make sure that she needed him. She would be his.