Weyland's Visit

[7twistedwishes]

On the other side of the door... Hell.

No, no fire and brimstone. A large room, half living room, half office, tastefully decorated and furnished. Thick carpet, a big couch, several recliners, an old-style desk, bookshelves, filing cabinets... and a computer too. Classical music plays in the background and the delicate scent of incense hangs in the air.

The Devil steps aside to let Weyland in enter. No need to make promises of release for him, since he is out of her purview.

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[mechanicalswans]

"...are you trying that on me?" he murmurs, with a smile. "I am tempted, and I certainly enjoy your company, but I don't think we need to have any games between us, not now, anyway."

[7twistedwishes]

"No, dear, I am not. I am just... teasing you for a bit of fun." She kisses his cheek. "You are a welcome change, mortals are interesting but I would just taunt and tease and play games with them."

"But you... I can again be myself."

[mechanicalswans]

"I like it when you are yourself," he murmurs against her ear. "Granted, I suppose I cannot be completely certain that you are being yourself, but then you can't be certain of me either. But at least we can let our guard down a bit, and relax..."

[7twistedwishes]

Words enough. Scarlet tiptoes and kisses him, a kiss with passion, with smolder. A kiss that is an offering and a request, to forget the cold and dram of freedom.

"You..."

[mechanicalswans]

There is a time and a place for saying no, for being responsible, but... not here, not now. Not when she is so warm, and so willing.

"...and you."

[7twistedwishes]

It seems the excursion will end in a most interesting way.

Most interesting.