A Weekend Affair # 1 - The Great White Reception

[Wallflower]

Hellfire - Aquarius

Savage: "Yes, Arthur John, fancy name, fancy suits. But that was long ago."

Amanda cocked her eyebrow. He was certainly a man of mystery, and for a moment, she almost felt bad for the way she degraded him in her mind on a daily basis, watching him from a distance in the garage, his muscles rippling as he worked on his cars with the precision of a surgeon and the grit of a biker. Quickly, he peeled off his jacket and tie to reveal more of his delicious looking flesh. His scent was strong, and it called to her, and she often wondered if that was part of the attraction. Both The Red and Black Knights were part animal, though by very different means, and while The Hellfire Club was much like living in the animal kingdom, they were actually a part of it in a way that nobody else was.

"Oh come on, AJ. Humor me for a few moments, will you?"

Savage: "Apologies, Amanda. I'm on duty, you know."

"You also smell very...VERY good."

"They aren't going to hurt her...unless she wants them to. Though you'd probably be better suited to do the hurting. I mean, who can resist a man with fangs?"

She showed her own as he watched his eyes trace silently up and down her body. Amanda was a confident woman, and she knew he would be pleased with what he saw. They all were.

Savage: "Amanda..."

He growled softly as a wave of energy welled up from between her legs. Such a visceral and deep, MANLY sound. She had a diverse appetite when it came to romantic partners, but she appreciated Ashley's appointments more than the others. The men of The Red Court were like specific archetypes designed to tempt a woman into making decisions that went against their nature. She moved in a bit closer.

Savage: "Which scene from your dirty novels would you like to reenact? Fifty Shades of Blood?"

Savage went to roll up his sleeves as Amanda took over, folding them over and perfectly giving him the right amount of "give" where his arms bent as her eyes sauntered up to him.

"Fifty shades is child's play, AJ..."

Her finger pressed under the fabric of the fold of his sleeve, smoothing it out, feeling his inherent warmth.

"Though seeing you in such a setting definitely reminds me of some of my work..."

Amanda grabbed her wine from the table, picking it up.

"He was a savage..a man who bowed to no nation, and she was his concubine. She was bound to him by design, but she would have given her body to him regardless. Soulful surrender. His touch like flames, dancing across her skin like sweet warmth. His strength like a mountain, with her at it's peak. She was one of many offered to him, but she knew that when she lay beneath him, his manhood eagerly inside of her, that there were no others. That the well of passion he drank from was merely a biproduct of her womanhood..."

Cobra smiled.

"And as came, hard, with a cry so achingly beautiful she nearly shed a tear, the concubine realized, that the savage did bow to a nation, one composed of her flesh and honored...by his body."

Amanda recited a bit of her work in a sultry and low, even tone, taking a sip of her wine as she finished. Looking at his expression, she smirked.

"A Savage Body. 3,000,000 copies worldwide, translated into five different languages. Three prints."

Amanda adjusted his collar.

"You'd do real good with a well timed sexy car reference right about now."

 

[Persephone]

Once they got past the John subject, it was straight to business. She could hide her feelings about John from Haleigh, but Cameron? She was an open book to him. Normally she didn't mind because she had nothing to hide from him. But in this situation, it made her uneasy. Luckily they jumped onto the subject of Cassandra, and Ava was pleased that the White Court would back her on her plans to execute if need be. This just cemented what her and Amanda spoke about earlier. If Cassandra didn't manage to fuck up the weekend, she would find a way to make her fuck up somehow so she could kill her and appoint Amanda princess. Everything was working out perfectly. However, Kelly was always a wild variable.

Cameron: "Though the fact that she has not yet arrived on her broomstick is giving me pause."

"Enjoy the reprieve, Cam. She will likely be here at some point."

There was no way Kelly would miss a party like this, especially given the chance to mingle with the European Branch. But the conversation soon shifted to Gia. Both Ava and Haleigh went back and forth about what was to be done about the girl and exactly how they were going to handle it. Ava waved John over and he promptly come to her side, standing a step behind her as he always did. She wanted to make sure HE knew that the White Court was having just as many problems with one of their members as they were. Ava gave Haleigh and Cameron her promise that whatever transpired the Black Court would be on their side.

Cameron: "Thank you, Ava. But let us not forget. The courts have seen two rebellions in less than a decade's time. And we all remember the surge of excess we partook in when we took over the helm of the court. We have the upper hand here..and I am not above making a show of BOTH Gia and Cassandra this weekend if they step out of bounds again. The ice they are standing on will soon crack, and if that happens to be tonight, tomorrow..or the next day? Should it be required, they will PAY for their crimes in a public forum.."

"Mmmm...I was so hoping you'd say that. As much as I want this weekend to go off without a hitch, sometimes those hitches are what make lasting impressions."

Cameron had the same idea.

Cameron: "And it might be good for the Euros to know what we are truly capable of, should any of the alliances created this weekend be ones of ulterior motive."

Ava gave a firm nod of agreement.

Cameron: "With that being said..Since we've agreed about the impending demise of members of our court, we should be keeping our eyes open for candidates for the soon to be open positions.."

Ava smirked, the night just becoming a whole lot better now that she and the white King and Queen were all on the same page.

Cameron: "We will be in touch. But for now, my Queen and I will leave you with your Rook."

"Thank you. I'll speak with both of you later."

Before Cameron escorted Haleigh away, he looked at John with a nod of approval.

Cameron: "Now this is a John I would like to see more of."

Then they were left alone. Ava looked to John, her eyes evaluating him.

"You do look very handsome, John."

The first kind words she had spoken to him since before the Maxim situation. But she didn't want to speak with him out here where everyone could see, or prying ears could hear.

"Come."

Ava began to walk across the room toward a hallway that branched off the main lounge and lead to one of the numerous private rooms. Upon entering the room, Ava kept her back to John unsure of exactly what to say to him. She knew he heard her fucking Maxim. She knew she hurt him. And while she wanted to hurt him at the time, now she regretted it. She never wanted to see that look she saw in his eyes earlier again.

"I'm sorry..."

All pretenses were gone. She wasn't his Queen in that moment. She was just Ava. She turned around, the bustle of her gown flowing beautifully at her feet.

"I never wanted to hurt you, John. [shaking her head] It doesn't have to be like this...."

She stepped up to him, taking his face within her hands, looking up into his eyes.

"It doesn't have to BE like this."

She reaffirmed with conviction and pleading with her eyes, trying to get it through his head that they could be a team, together. That he could be her partner, her king. That they could be like Haleigh and Cameron, strong and united together. Her heart was racing, and she felt like she was right back in her chambers right before he walked away from her. The silence deafening.

"John..."

 

[Orion]

The Hellfire Club - - Aquarius

Zach told the King's sister that she looked radiant, because it was true. He led her to the bar area, but not to the commoner's stools. He took her to an offshoot, with a little curtained privacy, and a very comfortable sofa. The cocktail waitress was there promptly with drinks, as Zach begged Erika to say she'd be in town longer than just one night. He'd need much more time than that to do all the things he wanted to do to her. She stroked the underside of his chin, her nail scratching through his beard.

Erika: I have a feeling you're going to be seeing a lot more of me around the mansion in the days to come...

She said, smirking at him. He put his arm behind her on the sofa, resting his ankle on the opposite knee and shifting so that most of his side was pressed against most of hers. The fingertips of his hand grazed the fabric of her dress sleeve.

"A lot more, do you promise?"

He asked her salaciously.

Erika: And I meant that last bit of implied innuendo. You..are looking fucking right these days. I'm sure you're keeping that...

He watched her look down at his lap with a smile. His fingertips found the bare skin of her neck, and that was where his desire began to seep into her.

Erika: Friend down there quite busy...

He smiled wickedly. The way she spoke of his dick was immediately arousing. She was obviously thinking about it, and it made him wonder where she wanted him to put it first.

"Never too busy for YOU, princess...."

He replied, granting her the title that everyone else was afraid to acknowledge as hers. But shouldn't she be in line to the crown?

Erika: Tell me...how's life in white treating you? Are my brother and... sister treating you well?

He gave a one shouldered shrug.

"Sure, they take good care of my needs. But why should we talk about them right now? A better topic of discussion would be us...."

He suggested, his gaze fixed on her. He reached for her empty hand, and guided it up his leg and straight to her friend. He was hardening already.

"All for you, Your Highness...."

 

[Steel]

Aquarius

He listened silently but intently to what was going on between the White and Black royalty. He had ideas, of course, but he would share them privately with his Queen. Shortly thereafter Cameron and Haleigh left, but not before Cameron made a comment that he wasn't sure whether to take as genuine or not.

"Now this is a John I would like to see more of."

"Thank you, sir."

But he didn't dress for the white court, he dressed as his Queen liked him to.

"You do look very handsome, John."

"Thank you, my Queen. I'm happy to dress any way that you would like me to."

It didn't escape his notice that her tone was much kinder - much more normal - than it had been earlier. But he was sure to keep the line between them clearly demarcated.

"Come."

He followed her to a private room. He found it harder than he would have thought to be alone with her. He opened his mouth to apologize for earlier, but she started to speak instead, turning to face him.

"I'm sorry...I never wanted to hurt you, John. [shaking her head] It doesn't have to be like this...."

"My Queen..."

She took his face in her hands, and all he wanted to do was kiss her.

"It doesn't have to BE like this. John..."

"Ava..."

It was the first time he'd said her name aloud since she'd become queen. He put his hands on top of hers and let them linger a moment before he pulled her hands from his face.

"You don't want me. You know that. You're a legacy Hellfire Club member and its Queen. I'm a bruiser from East London."

He looked at her sadly.

"And I can't be what you want. I can't...be your fuck buddy today and watch you be with someone else tomorrow. I'm sorry, I can't fill that gap for you."

He took a deep breath.

"But Maxim? You cannot bring him to a Club party unless you're sacrificing him at midnight. Let me throw him out, please. Before anyone realizes you're the one who invited a flatscan."

 

[Persephone]

She needed to make him understand that she wanted him above anyone else. That his loyalty meant everything to her. The way he wanted to protect her. The way he looked at her. She had been with countless men before but never allowed herself to fall in love in fear of them using her for power and name alone. But John wasn't like that. He couldn't be even if he tried. He came up the ranks by being strong and fearsome in his own right. By following the rules, respecting the right people, and carrying out orders without hesitation. He was brutal and respected without even trying. THAT was the King she wanted. That was the man she wanted.

John: "My Queen..."

The tone of his voice nearly gutted her. Ava grabbed his face, looking into his eyes, WILLING him to see what she said was true. She pleaded with him silently to just let it happen. To stop being so proper and let. it. happen. She never took into account that John believed he wasn't worthy of her.

John: "Ava..."

Ava shut her eyes hearing him say her name. It was the first time in over a year since she had become Queen. It sounded perfect. Then she felt his hands on hers, and her breathing became more rapid now as she opened her eyes to look into his. Ava gripped his face, her eyes filled with a vulnerability she rarely showed anyone. And then he pulled her hands off his face. And it was like he ripped her heart from her chest.

John: "You don't want me. You know that."

"You don't know what I want."

John: "You're a legacy Hellfire Club member and its Queen. I'm a bruiser from East London."

"I don't CARE, John. Look at Alek! Ashley! They're not legacy members and they're the Red King and Queen. Stop falling back onto who you WERE and remember who you are NOW."

Ava's brows were furrowed, eyes filled with frustration and pain seeing him reject her yet again.

John: "And I can't be what you want. I can't...be your fuck buddy today and watch you be with someone else tomorrow. I'm sorry, I can't fill that gap for you."

Ava's mouth moved to speak but it felt like she had been punched in the gut. All air leaving her lungs, tears finally forming in her eyes. She couldn't believe what he was implying. She literally gave him her heart and he believed she only wanted to fuck him. He thought so little of her?

"There wouldn't be anyone else."

She whispered in disbelief. Ava realized he was still holding her hands between them, her eyes looking down at his large hands clasping around hers.

John: "But Maxim? You cannot bring him to a Club party unless you're sacrificing him at midnight. Let me throw him out, please. Before anyone realizes you're the one who invited a flatscan."

And it was in that moment that the pain and tension from Ava's face melted away. He rejected her again. He all but told her she would only use him for sex. And then he threw Maxim in her face - questioning her reasons as to why she brought him there. Questioning his Queen. If that's how he wanted to see her? Then she would be his QUEEN. Snatching her hands away from his, Ava cocked her arm back and slapped John across the face, murderous rage in her eyes.

"How DARE you. You all but call me a WHORE, REJECT ME, and now QUESTION ME? You have no say in what I do, who I do, or whom I invite to this club, do you understand me, ROOK?"

Ava took a step away from him.

"NEVER AGAIN."

And he knew she wasn't speaking of Maxim. She would never put her heart on the line for him again, the walls erected and in place. She was done. She wouldn't play someone's fool.

"This conversation is OVER."

Ava bustled her dress and stormed out of the room, slowing her pace and letting the material of her dress fall as it would at her feet. Before she would make her way back into the main lounge, she wouldn't show any signs of anger or distress. Shutting her eyes, she exhaled a breath before putting the mask back on. Moistening her lips, Ava walked back out into the main lounge, crossing the room toward the bar that Maxim was still stationed at. Ava smirked as he spotted her.

"Sorry for the delay. I had business to attend to."

Ava gave him a once over, Maxim cleaning up surprisingly well. She was going to fuck him senseless until the pain was replaced with nothing but pleasure.

"I deserve a little break......want to get out of here for a bit?"

 

[Pathfinder]

Hellfire - Aquarius

< He was very good. While Erika may have been a bit unwell, she was far from stupid. Erika knew that Zachary had likely been tasked with keeping her distracted, but he was saying all the right things, but one word in particular sent her a bit over the edge. >

Zach: "Never too busy for YOU, princess.."

"Now we're cooking with gas."

< Was he trying to keep her preoccupied from her task at hand? Was he placating her with pretty, sweet, sexy little nothings? But more importantly, did it really matter? Erika was motivated this time to get where she wanted, and anybody who knew Erika knew that she always got what she wanted. Zach would not stand in her way, and if he did, she would slaughter him. She didn't know how deep he was in The White Queen's pocket, but for now, there was no harm in letting into the future PRINCESS's pockets, right? >

< She played with him a bit before asking about life on The White Court as his hand gently grazed around her knee like a cat with a new toy. She loved fucking empaths, they tried so goddamn hard. It was like having sex on really good drugs without the crash. A delicacy. And as his hand grazed her neck, she could only think of one thing. His body on hers. >

Zach: "Sure, they take good care of my needs. But why should we talk about them right now? A better topic of discussion would be us.."

< Erika gave a an amused smirk of approval. He grabbed her hand and guided her up the sexy feeling fabric of his suit pants and placed it on his dick, which was swelling and getting hard. >

Zach: "All for you, Your Highness..."

< Ding. >

< Erika groped him as she looked around at the crowd of people just several feet away from her, shrouded in the cover of white silk cloths decorating the room. Not because she was scared of being caught, but because she was hoping somebody could see her. Erika wasn't a voyeur like her mother and sister, Erika was a participant who wanted the eyes to be watching her. Every King had their kinks. >

"To new friends..."

< She cocked her head to the side, pretending to be lost in thought. >

"We shall call him...Prince."

< Erika maneuvered herself around Zach as she was now saddled over Zach. Her milky thighs at either side of him, her dress draped behind her, it's sheer material giving hints of the outlines of her ass. She could feel him flexing against her as she dug her hips in deep, looking at him with sheer passion and glee. >

"I was hoping you would come out to play. What took you so long?"

< The White King's sister had been at the party for ten minutes and she'd already had her hand on one cock. That was just the type of woman she was. >

< Erika took her nail and cut the buttons of his shirt off in one fell swoop. A simple glamour spell could fix it, but she might pretend she couldn't. She exposed his bare and glistening chest as her fingers moved ever so softly towards Zach's nipple, playing with it delicately before grabbing his in her fingertips and pulling with the perfect amount of force as she watched him convulse for a second, reacting to her touch before leaning in and kissing him passionately, her hips pressing firmly against his lap as she finished taking off his shirt and jacket, with more noticeable strength than Zach remembered. >

< She leaned into his ear, her hair against his beard as she whispered. >

"Now how do you want to fuck me, Zach?"

 

[Talisman]

The Greek Isles

Just off the coast of Zakynthos, a powerhous of a yacht sailed in calm waters. From inside the Captain's chambers was Kelly King, lay on the European King bed of the master bedroom, her long and statuesque body draped in moments of black silk sheets. She combed a bit of tossled brunette hair out her face as she smoked a cigarette, exhaling deeply, a rare look of calm and ease on her face.

"I needed that. Thank You."

[male voice]: "I could tell."

Smirking at her with his beautiful dark brown eyes, Stavros grabbed the cigarette from her, taking a long puff as Kelly eyed his signature gold necklace that represented the power of Zeus, a gift his mother had given him, lay onhis chest. She had forgotten how much she loved the way it bounced around his neck when he was on top of her. He still had the same beautiful olive skin, and he had aged as well as she had. >

Stavros: "I would have thought a doctor would take better care of yourself..."

He laughed, before handing the cigarette back to her. Kelly smirked.

Stavros: "Tell me, the pickings. They must be slim in New York for you to seek me out, no?"

For as long as he had been stateside, Stavros had managed to keep a thick greek accent. It made everything he said somewhat sexy. Kelly exhaled, setting the cigarette to the sight, before laying her head on Stavros chest, his still muscular arms scooping her into him.

"I was feeling nostalgic, Stavros. Needed to be reminded of less complicated times..."

Her bare chest heaved slightly. She had loved Stavros once. Or at least she felt the closest to love with him. It was no accident that Ava and Cameron got along so well. Cameron got all his best parts from her, and Ava from Stavros. They were like minded. And Stavros had survived the first rebellion of Hellfire, when herself, Malice and Enchantrah had taken control of The Inner Circle and MysTech in the process. She had wanted to make him her King, but after the deaths of Christopher and Adam, the other Queens were not receptive to Kelly having an additional ally when they had none. They remained close through the years, in on and off again trysts, some of which lasted but a day, others that went on for months. Their marriages are what stopped them from every truly being anything that resembled an actual relationship, but their connection was undeniable. Stavros knew of the rebellion his daughter was planning and he had tipped her off, allowing her the time to come up with a way to keep her life and continue her work. She was one of the only people on Earth who could reach him, and she did from time to time. To seek advice, and to escape to a place where time did not exist. Where she could be who she was as a woman. He was the only man she had ever been vulnerable with, and she would keep it that way.

"I thought our children taking the helm would be a good thing for me. And don't get me wrong, it has had some fairly significant benefits. They seek power..but they aren't..hungry..in the way we once were..."

Stavros: "It is the downside of being born into power, Kelly. They didn't have to fight as hard as we did."

"Now that's the damn truth.."

Stavros tucked her bangs behind her ears as he stroked her hair gently, both of them staring up at the large sky window above them that was displaying the most spectacular view of the grecian night sky.

Stavros: "You were the one who still wanted to work. Me? I choose to retire. To enjoy what my work has brought me..."

"This yacht...is impressive."

Stavros: "I like, how they say, big boy things."

Kelly laughed.

"I won't stop my work..I still have so far to go. MysTech is outdated. The TO Virus has been manipulated to it's limits..and it was never really my brand to begin with.."

Stavros squeezed her tight.

Stavros: "And what is your brand?"

Kelly loved that Stavros always wanted to listen to her ideas, despite his lack of knowledge in her field. Now THAT was the true mark of a man.

"To be honest, Stavros? I don't know. I have a few promising projects in the pipeline, but...I'm afraid that even I have grown complacent. That my own children's lack of voracity has rubbed off on me.."

Stavros: "Rubbing off? Is that not what we just did?"

The two of them laughed as they adjusted positions, both sitting upright, leaning against the black headboard.

Stavros: "It seems easy to me, my sweet. You are bored. So cause a stir. You want our children to be hungry, so begin to starve them. Our little ones, they fill our shoes well, but they live in a world we created for them. We let them feed on our tits for too long, yes?"

Kelly nodded.

Stavros: "So, all you need to do is get them to think of the world THEY want to create. They must not only want to make the same circle bigger, they must want to become a different shape."

She looked at Stavros, still as handsome as ever and she kissed him softly on the lips before sweetly smiling.

"Everything you say sounds wise and sexy. But I get your point...It's time to reshape things. Break barriers. And I'm just the woman to do it..."

Kelly was able to tell the time of day simply by looking at the moon. She grimaced slightly.

"I'm very late to the weekend's festivities. But I could not go without a boost of confidence. Thank You for that.."

She rose from the bed, grabbing her dress from the floor and bundling it into her hands.

Stavros: "You just got here, Kelly. Please..stay until the morning. I will cook you breakfast."

"Cook?"

Stavros: "I will have the best chefs in the world cook you breakfast."

"Duty calls, Stavros."

She crawled on the bed and gave him a lingering and passionate kiss, before standing at the edge of the bed once more.

"I'll see you soon, Stavros. But again, thank you for the advice."

Kelly was just about to shimmer out of his yacht and back to her penthouse when Stavros motioned for her to hold on.

"Wait...My daughter? She is good?"

He really did love Ava. Kelly nodded.

"She's good, Stavros. There is no lack of men willing to lay on their swords for her."

She it somewhat bitterly. Ava had come along at a rather tumultuous part of Stavros and Kelly's relationship. He was supposed to have left Lara, and suddenly...she was pregnant. Ava's presence at the club was a constant reminder that there was an heir to Cassadine that did not come from her. It was why she kept Ava at a distance, only moving her through the ranks at Stavros instance. She had saddled Ava up to fail by placing Cassandra as her princess.

"And don't get me started on Amanda..."

They made eye contact as she shimmered into her penthouse, glamoured fabulous makeup, dress and hair on her body and appeared in front of the mansion, as attendants opened the door for her. Her heels clicked across the marble floors as she made her way down to Aquarius Lounge, a place she thought tacky and beneath her, despite it's delicious Aqua Ring projects. People clammered as she made her way through the door.

Announcer: "Ladies and Gentleman, The Herald of The Black Court, a Legacy Queen and Founding Member, Kelly King!"

"Time to starve."

 

[Fathom]

The Hellfire Club - - Aquarius

Heidi told him, a bit excitedly, that there was a vacant position on the Red Court. Daniel laughed, though, because as sharp as he was, he’d already picked up on a few things during his visit.

Daniel: I’m not sure I have enough chest hair for the new Red Queen, but variety is the spice of life.

“And anyway, I’m quite certain the Red Wolf has enough hair to spare for the whole Court.”

She replied with a smirk. She tried to talk him further into it, even offered to speak with Jack about it, but he was still testing the waters, seeing if another color might suit him. Heidi wondered if she could score him a spot on her own court. The Bishop in particular needed replaced, and the men in White were empath’s, so Daniel would fit right in.

Daniel: But that’s not why I called you out here. I came to apologize. For not fighting to keep you. With the way things were...I simply couldn't.

Heidi watched him stand in the moonlight, and though she was not often very forgiving, in this case her expression was understanding.

"Daniel, stop. You've nothing to apologize for. I needed to go. The environment was toxic. Juliette, Archer, Brienne.... if I had stayed, I'd have murdered one of them, maybe more. Then I'd have been punished by the Queens, no doubt."

Daniel: And then the rebellion came and I watched as those not worthy of crowns took them off dead bodies and placed them on their heads...

She pursed her lips together, an intense rage boiling up within her.

Daniel: And although the loss of Rebecca was...painful, I could not..and will not... Forgive Liam. To know how freely and openly he was willing to betray the other courts as well as his own? He stood next to his own Queen and plotted her death. All of their deaths, so that he could remain the fat cat on top...

Heidi's brow crinkled in doubt.

"Come now Daniel, you can't blame Liam. You know it was all Juliette. She has him enthralled, clearly. I knew the second he gave up on Camille it was because the vampire princess poisoned his mind. I heard she framed Damien and Camille for Evelyn's murder. It's HER you should focus your fury on."

She told him, but he couldn't be swayed, and so she let it go. All she had were rumors, and an inherent loyalty to her former King, Liam. She couldn't accept that he'd have betrayed Camille on his own, and she knew deep down that he had been very close with Evelyn too. Daniel, however, was certain Liam had a hand in the coup. They were have to agree to disagree.

Daniel: You remember our fallen white queen's affinity for birds?

Heidi smiled wistfully.

"Of course. They were one of the few things that gave her genuine pleasure, without the need for prescriptions. She loved to fly with them.

Daniel: When the dust settled on the rebellion, Liam gutted the atrium. Set them free...a bit ironic since he refused to set his own Queen free...

Her smile died on her lips. It was a bittersweet revelation.

Daniel: The birds scattered and flew, as birds do, but there was one who remained... I don't know why, but I kept it. And when I heard we were coming here..I knew I had my answer. It belonged to you.

Heidi was speechless for a moment. It was a magnificent hawk, with feathers as white as snow, and talons as sharp as razors. It flew down from the rafters to Daniel's gloved hand, and from there, to the bench next to Heidi. Normally Heidi was only interested in sea creatures, but there was something about this bird that commanded her attention.

Daniel: Consider it a peace offering. A memento on the days that were. You were the only one loyal to your Queen in London, that deserves to be recognized. They might not have appreciated you, Heidi. But I did...

"Daniel..."

She replied, rising from the bench to give him a hug.

"Thank you..."

Daniel: It is good to know that I have friends here. We cannot let this much time pass, again..

"No, definitely not."

She said, and he encouraged her to stay and nurture the hawk, while he returned to the party.

"I hope you find a slot you like, Daniel. I'd very much like to see you around regularly."

She told him, and he left. Heidi's gaze went back to the hawk, which she gently reached for. Its feathers were like silk. She wondered if the bird was hungry. Heidi snapped the fingers of her free hand, and a servant came around the bend.

"Get me some grilled salmon."

 

[Juliette De Lacroix]

The Hellfire Club - - Aquarius

Juliette had been watching the party unfold, and strategizing with Liam. She was glad he'd suggested they sit, and wait, because Amanda had been correct, it was a very rewarding tactic for them. The American White Court came to greet them as soon as they arrived, and Juliette could see from their unity that they would be business only. There was the loud arrival of someone who turned out to be Cameron's sister, and then Juliette watched the damage control commence. How intriguing.

She couldn't dwell on it too much, though. The American Red Queen sat down with them, and began to flirt with Liam a bit. Juliette took the opportunity to eye the Valkyrie up close. Her dress, elegant, revealing, and the lovely shade of blood. Thoroughly suggestive. The vampire's passion was stirred. Their chatter was almost instantly intimate, the chemistry of fast friends. Business AND pleasure, very promising.

Ash: I couldn't really say what I was like when I was human. It was so long ago.

"Trust, you do not vant to remem-bair."

Juliette replied, considering her own human memories. They could not be forgotten, and they were better left in the past. There was some jest with regards to Liam, not just his appeal, but also the possibility he might be disappointing, which Juliette was quick to assure that was NOT the case.

Ash: Well if that isn't a testimonial I don't know what is.

They shared a smile, and then discussed some business matters. Even that topic was not without innuendo.

Liam: We are known for our innovation. Particularly in the nuclear department.

Ash: So I've heard. I'm sure Dr. Chondrich would be happy to discuss some of his ideas on how you might expand the technology into other areas.

Juliette nodded, her fingers rolling her rosary around while she was thinking, an old habit still unbroken.

"Doc-tair Kon-drik might also be intair-ested in useeng fish-on to powair dze tank ek-quip-mont."

Liam: An excellent suggestion, Julie. Nuclear Fission IS a much more efficient source of power.

Juliette gave him a pleased smile in return, and then Liam segued into offering the Red Queen a tour of his facilities.

"Ve vould be trilled to 'ave you... "

She added, a gleam in her golden eyes, the tip of her tongue tracing the edges of her teeth in anticipation.

Ashley insisted they use her first name, and graciously accepted their offer. This was good, very good.

Ash: I must admit, I'm a great admirer of yours, Juliette.

"Ees dzat so?"

She asked warmly.

"Please, elaborate...."

Ash: What you and your King have built is very impressive indeed, as is your staying power. Tell me, do the two of you do everything together?

She flashed an enthralling smile.

"Every dzing vort doing, Oui, to-gedzer."

She answered, and then she moved in her seat, leaning against Liam's other side, bringing herself closer to him and Ashley.

"Liam.... Je veux faire l'expérience de la Reine Rouge." [I want to experience the Red Queen]

She told him. It was one of the few phrases he knew, because she'd said something similar to him before, and he committed to memory.

Liam: I'm working on it, My Queen.

He replied, before turning back to Ashley.

Liam: Ashley... perhaps you can take us somewhere more private? Juliette has suggested an activity for us to do together, if you're interested.

He said, his expression unmistakable.

 

[Valkyrie]

Aquarius

The topic of conversation had somehow gotten to their collective long lives, and it put Ashley to thinking. She couldn't remember what she had been like as a person. She might have been the same or she might have been kind and gently, she didn't know. She knew she had been a warrior, and she had loved one man. But who she had been was lost to her.

"Trust, you do not vant to remem-bair."

She thought for a second she might grasp a memory, but then it was gone. She smiled at Juliette, who clearly had bad memories. Perhaps her old life was best forgotten. She segued into the merest suggestion of an alliance, planting the seeds for utilizing Liam's work.

"Doc-tair Kon-drik might also be intair-ested in useeng fish-on to powair dze tank ek-quip-mont."

An excellent suggestion, Julie. Nuclear Fission IS a much more efficient source of power.

Ashley pondered the idea for a moment.

"Yes, indeed. Converting our systems would require an outlay of capital, but the expense would be worth the savings in the end."

And could lead to bigger things...

Ashley, in turn, was invited to visit their facility, which Ashley didn't even have to pretend to be interested in accepting. She found herself liking this couple very much, and she suspected that something other than a tour of a lab was beneath that invitation. She had thus far given more attention to Liam, but she switched focus to the White Queen, admitting to admiring her. The woman had convinced a large number of her cohorts, as well as her King when she was not in fact Queen, to rebellion and murder. That sort of loyalty was a thing to admire, and replicate if possible. Though herer they had successfully taken care of Diana and Helena, it had been a group effort, without one mastermind. No one had needed much convincing. But there, it had been different. And they had allowed certain of their formers queens' followers to live, which was surprising not only in that it was done but that it had not as yet backfired on her. And then there was Liam, who had managed to survive the whole thing unscathed, as Jack as said.

Ashley then asked Juliette, voice dripping with innuendo, if she and her King did everything together.

"Every dzing vort doing, Oui, to-gedzer."

Juliette moved closer, and the game moved into the next round. Ashley pretended not to know what Juliette had said, but it was encouraging. Very encouraging.

Ashley... perhaps you can take us somewhere more private? Juliette has suggested an activity for us to do together, if you're interested.

"Oh?"

Her smile like a cat that was about to get exactly what she wanted.

"I wonder if's the same activity I was thinking about?"

She stood.

"Please, I know just the place."

She led the way towards the exit, her eye landing on her Knight, who was in a very intimate looking discussion with the Black Knight. Her brow furrowed, but only for a second before her attention turned back to the White King and Queen.

"If there's anything else you would like to see on your visit, or if you need anything at all, my Court would be pleased to assist you."

She led the way through the labyrinthine corridors to the Red Wing, and stopped outside a door. She turned to face the couple and smiled salaciously while she put her hand on the doorknob and turned.

"I think this room will do nicely."

The door entered into the sitting room, all dark wood and lush red. She closed and locked the door behind them, then moved deeper into the room. He movement was as sultry as her voice.

"Don't you find Americans to be so much more...restrained...than those of us from elsewhere? I mean, these dresses, for example-"

Her hands slid up from her waist to her breasts.

"So confining."

She turned, and began to walk towards the bedroom, unzipping her dress and allowing it to fall as she did so.

She was really going to enjoy fucking them in Alek's bed.

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club - - Aquarius

Ava: Thank you, I appreciate your support. I refuse to let my court become a mockery because Kelly is a spiteful bitch.

Cam: Though the fact that she has not yet arrived on her broomstick is giving me pause.

Ava: Enjoy the reprieve, Cam. She will likely be here at some point.

The Black Queen warned, and then the conversation turned to Gia, and how much trouble she was making. Haleigh told them that Oracle had briefly acquired some kind of proof, but it was lost due to technical difficulties.

Ava: Technical I'm sure...

Her friend replied knowingly, and Haleigh's smirk betrayed her for once. Her husband launched a protest.

Cam: Hey. Now I'm getting jealous.

Are you? GOOD. If you get to fawn over the White Knight, I'll be letting my thoughts drift back to the Red King with increasing frequency.

She teased. She wasn't TOO bothered by his infatuation with Heidi, but she wasn't about to let him think she didn't care about it either. As long as Heidi never replaced her in his heart, she'd allow it. Otherwise their little mermaid would be headed back into the deep blue sea. For now, though, they were still discussing important matters. Haleigh mentioned her disappointment that Gia hadn't seized Archer by the balls.

Ava: Archer would have devoured her. It might have been a blessing in disguise that she couldn't handle it.

"I thought I could count on her, that's why I kept her as Bishop when we overtook leadership positions of the club. Clearly I was mistaken, and you know how I hate being wrong."

Ava: About as much as I hate being strong armed.

"I know exactly what you mean. But we'll rectify our respective situations soon."

Ava: We just need to get through this weekend. Then we can deal with BOTH of them appropriately.

Haleigh nodded grimly, and glanced at the Black Rook as he arrived. She didn't mind him hearing this. Sometimes it was good for the others to know what would and wouldn't be tolerated.

Ava: I'll have my court keep an eye on Gia as well and report anything that might be of importance. Everyone needs this weekend to go smoothly, and I promise you have my support on whatever transpires with your Bishop.

Cameron nodded and declared that he wasn't opposed to making a show of it this weekend, if it became necessary. The way he said it was rather exciting.

Ava: Mmmm...I was so hoping you'd say that. As much as I want this weekend to go off without a hitch, sometimes those hitches are what make lasting impressions.

Cam: And it might be good for the Euros to know what we are truly capable of, should any of the alliances created this weekend be ones of ulterior motive. With that being said... Since we've agreed about the impending demise of members of our court, we should be keeping our eyes open for candidates for the soon to be open positions..

Haleigh nodded in agreement, as Ava gave a smirk of approval.

Cam: We will be in touch. But for now, my Queen and I will leave you with your Rook.

Ava: Thank you. I'll speak with both of you later.

"Don't forget to enjoy the party..."

Haleigh said as they move to leave, nearing the Black Rook. Cameron took a moment to survey him, which afforded Haleigh the opportunity as well. He cleaned up fairly well.

Cam: Now this is a John I would like to see more of.

Her husband said, as Haleigh gently placed a hand on the Black Rook's shoulder.

"John, if you'd ever like to harden your steel, you know where to find me."

She said salaciously. She knew Ava had a thing for her Rook, a thing she tried not to entertain. Maybe seeing another woman hitting on him would be the provocation she needed to stake her claim. And if Ava didn't get John on lock? Haleigh would certainly enjoy him at least once.

Cameron led her off, but not back to the party proper. He whisked her into a private cove, and quickly pinned her against a wall. His hands on her encouraged a surge of lust.

Cam: It bares repeating..You look so fucking good tonight.

He said, and she murmured a thanks as he kissed her neck. Her left hand slipped into his jacket, as her right hand went to the back of his head, holding his lips to her skin.

Cam: And the way you were speaking just now...I have to have you.

"Right now? Right here??"

She asked him, sounding scandalized though they'd both know it was an act.

"But Mr King..... we have guests...."

She said, her hands on his chest, gripping his pecs as if she might push him away at any second.

 

[Bishop]

Aquarius

Max was just about to go looking for that English babe and see if she was bored enough yet to be open to suggestions, when he saw Ava finally coming over towards the bar. She was looking feisty. He liked it.

"Sorry for the delay. I had business to attend to."

Max shrugged. It didn't really matter to him, as long as she came through at the end of the night.

"Just don't forget our business."

"I deserve a little break......want to get out of here for a bit?"

"Is that a trick question?"

He flashed her a saucy smile, and stood straight, placing his hand on the small of her back. They made their way back to the corridor where her room was. But he had waited for her long enough.

"I'll be able to take care of that thing for you this weekend."

He turned towards her, stopping their forward progress.

"Now, about that advance on my bonus."

He leaned in and pressed his mouth roughly against hers, hands guiding her backwards so she was pressed against the wall. He broke the kiss, and looked into her dark eyes.

"I aim to collect."

His mouth went to her neck, while one hand was pulling up the fabric of her dress, trying to get to the hem. He was hard already, and the idea of having her here excited him more. Finally getting his hand under the skirt of her dress, his hand moved to touch her while his other was going to his fly.

"Come on baby, show me how much you want it."

 

[Persephone]

Ava's mind and heart were racing as she crossed the lounge to where Maxim was sitting. She needed to get out of that party and away from John before she exploded. He had broke her heart earlier, but tonight he shattered it and the only thing on Ava's mind was to get fucked senseless until she forgot. Ava apologized for not approaching him earlier due to business, Maxim merely shrugged not seeming to care.

Maxim: "Just don't forget our business."

Good, he was still game. She suggested they leave the party, Ava feeling like the walls were closing in and suffocating her.

Maxim: "Is that a trick question?"

Maxim grinned as he stood, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her from the party. She was slowly beginning to feel like she could breathe again the further they made their way away from the party and finally into the Black Wing.

Maxim: "I'll be able to take care of that thing for you this weekend."

"Good."

Her reply was curt as she approached her chamber room door. But Max stopped her, turning her toward him so they were intimately close.

Maxim: "Now, about that advance on my bonus."

And then his mouth was roughly on hers, his body pushing her against the wall and pinning her there. Ava's breathing began to pick up, his hands gripping at the material of her dress. Then he broke the kiss, looking into her eyes like she were some prized piece of meat to be had. Was he a good fuck? Absolutely. Was he gorgeous? There was no doubt. But after everything that had transpired, Ava thought she wanted this....but she didn't. Her mind not in the game.

Maxim: "I aim to collect."

Exhaling out heavily at Maxim's mouth taking possession of her neck, Ava shut her eyes.

"Max..."

His hands were pulling the fabric of her dress up, finally slipping under the mass and taking ahold of her ass and pulling her against his arousal.

Maxim: "Come on baby, show me how much you want it."

His hand already by his fly and Ava shook her head. Her body was responding heavily to what he was doing. His mouth nipping and licking her flesh. His hands roughly pulling her to him. His hardness pressing against her sex. Physically she wanted him so badly. But mentally she couldn't get out of her own head. Her breathing was escalated, heart racing with desire and adrenaline. A soft groan came from her - a mixture of wanting him and wanting him to stop.

"Max...Max stop.."

Her words not very convincing but nonetheless firm. Ava's body was screaming at her to shut up while her mind was ready to tap out.

 

[Savage]

The Hellfire Club - - Aquarius

Amanda: Fifty shades is child's play, AJ...

She replied, helping him with his sleeves. Her touch was soft, effeminate, and sexy. His Queen would like it very much, he thought. HE liked it very much, and his predatory gaze liked what it saw.

Amanda: Though seeing you in such a setting definitely reminds me of some of my work...

She began, reaching for her wine glass, and then she started to recite something. He listened with rapt attention, as she spoke, her tone sultry. Everything she said sounded good. he wasn't much of a reader, but he could have listened to her read an engine repair manual aloud.

Amanda: And as came, hard, with a cry so achingly beautiful she nearly shed a tear, the concubine realized, that the savage did bow to a nation, one composed of her flesh and honored...by his body.

"Eloquent."

He commented.

Amanda: A Savage Body. 3,000,000 copies worldwide, translated into five different languages. Three prints.

He smiled at the title.

"I wonder what inspired you to write all that..."

He asked, and she drew him near, her hands on his collar.

Amanda: You'd do real good with a well timed sexy car reference right about now.

His hands fell to her waistline, as he found his gaze trapped by hers.

"Apologies again, dark Knight. It seems you've stolen my wit. I'm stuck thinking of A Savage Body. Perhaps you are, as well?"

He hoped so. He hoped he could entice her enough to present her to his Queen, a little added treat, and wouldn't She reward him for bringing her a toy to play with? It would be a double win for Cobra, too.

 

[Bishop]

The Black Wing

He could feel how much she wanted him, again, only hours after their last time together. This time he was going to hear her screams of his name echo in these halls. He slid his hand under her ass and pulled her against him, showing him how ready he was for her. She said his name, and that was a start, but he wanted more. He brought his hand between her legs, stroking her, feeling her.

"Max...Max stop.."

He lifted his head from her neck, and smiled.

"I can feel how much you want me...you're so wet..."

He clamped his mouth onto her again, while he freed himself from his pants and used his knee to spread her legs wider.

 

[Steel]

Aquarius

It was somewhat of a return to normalcy, Ava allowing him to stand by her while she discussed Court business with the White King and Queen. Even though it wasn't his position on the Court, she did seek out his advice on certain matters. It made him feel that maybe they had returned to the status quo. Cameron commented on his suit, and then his Queen made her own comment.

"John, if you'd ever like to harden your steel, you know where to find me."

He swallowed hard. The White Queen was very beautiful, but that wasn't the way he did things. And she wasn't the one he wanted, and would not sleep with her just to say he had. But he wanted to be diplomatic.

"Thank you, White Queen."

He followed Ava then into a private room, where she apologized, - when it should have been him to apologize. Even though he knew he was right. It would have been disastrous if they had slept together, ruined the relationship they had. He couldn't taste the forbidden fruit once and never again, and he knew that. And she was too good for him, and would realize it if there was anyone around who was worthy of her.

He thought she had realized the fault in what she'd suggested, but here she was, her soft hands on his face, telling him things could be different. But he knew they couldn't. He couldn't pretend that making love to her would mean nothing to him. He tried to explain to her. Tried to make her see, that tomorrow she would want someone else, would want a king, and that would kill him. They were too different when it really came down to it.

"I don't CARE, John. Look at Alek! Ashley! They're not legacy members and they're the Red King and Queen. Stop falling back onto who you WERE and remember who you are NOW."

He bowed his head.

"I am your servant. And you were not born a sheep farmer, or in a house with a dirt floor. You were born a Queen."

And he told her explicitly, he couldn't be her "friend with benefits" and then be forced to watch her with other men.

"There wouldn't be anyone else."

That made him look up, a glimmer of hope in his chest. But the minute he saw her, he knew it was pointless. She was a Queen. And it was his job to protect her. So he begged her to let him do just that, to get Maxim out of the mansion before it fell badly on her. And then she slapped him, the anger he knew lay within her so well apparent on her face.

"How DARE you. You all but call me a WHORE, REJECT ME, and now QUESTION ME? You have no say in what I do, who I do, or whom I invite to this club, do you understand me, ROOK? NEVER AGAIN."

He hadn't wanted this. He didn't want her to be angry, or hurt. He just wanted her to see reality.

"My Queen..."

"This conversation is OVER."

She stomped out of the room, eyes ablaze. He stared after her.

"Ava..."

But it was only for his ears. He looked around him, wondering if he could stay here for the rest of the night without anyone noticing. Probably. But his duty was to her, even if she hated him. So he stepped out of the room and back into the party. His eyes found Ava, talking to Maxim, of course. How could she not see what a bad idea this was? He felt a tightness in his chest. He knew deep inside that his need to have Maxim gone was only half about the way it looked to the other courts, and half because he couldn't bear the thought of him touching his Queen. Maybe 40-60. 30-70.

He watched them leave together, knowing what was going to happen. He pulled a drink off a passing tray not knowing what it was until he had raised it to his lips. Part of him hoped it was hemlock. He knew she was only doing this because he had told her not to, that she was asserting her authority, and making him suffer. He set the glass down. He couldn't just let her do this. Maybe he could tell her that the Red Queen was looking for her, and then quietly shoo the man out the front door? He started to make his way out of the lounge, and once he had made it through the throng, turned towards the Black Wing.

He could hear voices up ahead. They were still in the hall.

Maxim: "Come on baby, show me how much you want it."

Ava: "Max...Max stop.."

Maxim: "I can feel how much you want me...you're so wet..."

Steel's blood pressure went through the roof, and he moved faster down the hall. He came around the corner to see Maxim pinning Ava to the wall, her face clearly not happy about what he was doing. In an instant he had grabbed Maxim by the neck and pulled him backwards off of Ava, his body melting to steel in the process.

"She said STOP!"

He roared it, angrier than he had ever been before. He let go of the scumbag's neck only long enough to get a better grip on it. He picked Maxim up by it, holding him so his toes couldn't even touch the floor. The man made gasping noises, unable to breath, and clutched at Steel's hand. Steel looked at him coldly, getting ready to toss him down the hallway. And then he noticed Maxim's undone fly. His anger flashed red hot, and he lost control of himself, no longer seeing anything around him but his enemy.

"YOU DISRESPECT MY QUEEN?!"

Steel closed his fist, crushing Maxim's throat to pulp. There was a rattle and then the body went limp, and Steel tossed it aside. He turned back to the wall where his Queen stood as his body became flesh again. His voice was gentle as he spoke to her.

"Are you alright?"

 

[Orion]

The Hellfire Club - - Aquarius

Zach may have been instructed by his King to find out more about Erika, but that didn't mean he was approaching this as a chore. He had always been a bit enamored of the would be princess. She had a way about her that was captivating. So he told her, honestly, that he was never too busy to make time for HER. And he called her princess, which he knew she'd like.

They talked briefly about whether the King and Queen were treating him right, but Zach was more focused on treating her right, so he redirected the subject to his current desire, which he demonstrated quickly clearly by bringing her hand to his groin. He told her it was all for her, his body fully stiffening in her hand. She glanced around, but he could tell it wasn't out of shyness.

Erika: To new friends... We shall call him... Prince.

"Mmm.... I like the sound of that."

He replied, his hand lightly stroking her bared knee. He was a dutiful Rook, but ambitious. And as dedicated as he was to the success of his court, he was also hoping to acquire a higher title for himself. He didn't want to overthrow his King and Queen, but a bit more prestige would be nice. He didn't want to be merely one step above a Bishop forever.

Erika: I was hoping you would come out to play. What took you so long?

She teased, sliding into his lap. He made sure to guide the bottom of her dress out of the way, his hands grazing her ass as she mounted him.

"The bigger it is, the longer it needs to make ready, and the longer it lasts as well."

He told her, a lusty glow in his eyes. She sliced all his buttons off his shirt, in a move both sexy and delightfully scary. He pulled one end of his bow tie sharply, and it came apart as she spread the sides of his shirt away from his chest. And then she drew a sound of pleased surprise from him, as she teased his nipple and then shoved his shirt and jacket off of him. Gods, she had an excess of spirit tonight. He gripped her thigh with one hand, as the other searched around for the zipper to her dress. She brought herself closer to him, until he could smell the scent of her shampoo. He found her wholly intoxicating.

Erika: Now how do you want to fuck me, Zach?

He groaned in lust, finally locating her zipper and drawing it down, his knuckles brushing the length of her spine, his passion transferring much more potently now.

"Princess.... I'd rather love you...."

He said, not exactly empty words. He drew her mouth to his for a feverish kiss, as his free hand went down to help her undo his belt and open up his slacks.

"Here, exhibited where they all can see... you should be adored...."

He continued, pulling the front of her dress down so he could kiss her breasts.

"You should be envied...."

He added, reaching down between them to rip the lace of her panties out of his way, so overwhelmed with need.

"Erika.... you should be exalted...."

 

[Persephone]

"Max....Max stop.."

Did she want him to stop? No...yes...both? She was turned on, there was no doubt about that. But she didn't want Maxim. She wanted someone else. Max's hand went between her legs, stroking her sex and making her moan out despite herself. She melted into his touch, her primal mind taking over making her doubts take a back seat. Good....keep touching me...She thought, the shit storm from earlier quickly fading away with each passing moment.

Maxim: "I can feel how much you want me...you're so wet..."

Ava exhaled heatedly, rolling her eyes shut. The bastard was right, as much as she wanted him to stop before, she couldn't imagine him stopping now.

John: "She said STOP!"

Ava's eyes quickly opened as John pulled Maxim off her, his body immediately melting into his organic steeled state.

"JOHN!"

He held Maxim up by the throat, choking the life from him without even trying. And before Ava could even order him to stand down, John noticed Maxim's zipper undone and completely lost it.

John: "YOU DISRESPECT MY QUEEN?!"

"JOHN STOP!"

But he roared out in unison to her protest, crushing Maxim's throat like a toothpick. Maxim's body immediately went limp, his eyes blood shot and frozen widely open. John tossed his lifeless body onto the floor like a piece of trash, Ava watching with her mouth agape. John's body melted back to normal as he turned to her, looking at her gently. He spoke with the same demeanor.

John: "Are you alright?"

Ava didn't answer him at first, the shock of what just happened apparent on her face. But she wasn't shocked by John attacking Maxim. She wasn’t shocked that Maxim was now laying on the floor dead. She was shocked because after everything John had just said to her, there he was, pulling another man off her when the only one she wanted turned her down.

“Alright?”

Ava whispered, staring at Maxim’s body.

“Am I alright?”

Her voice stronger now, laced with anger. She looked up at John, the fury apparent in her midnight eyes.

“NO I'M NOT ALRIGHT!"

Ava pushed John away from her angrily, shaking her head in disbelief.

"You made it VERY clear downstairs that you want NOTHING to do with me. And then you come up here and do THIS? You CAN'T have it both ways, John! You either WANT ME or you DON'T. And you made your choice VERY CLEAR. You chose your QUEEN over your heart. SO FUCK YOU and the mess [gesturing to Maxim] that *I* now have to deal with!"

Ava turned away, bursting through her bedroom door and storming to the landline phone on a nearby table. Picking it up, she called up the 'cleaners', people who were hired to dispose of bodies discreetly with no remains to be traced back to Hellfire. They were the same people that cleaned her bedroom earlier and disposed of the stylist. Slamming the phone back down on the cradle, Ava ripped her bracelet off and threw it to the side, her anger emitting off her in waves.

 

[Prophet]

Hellfire - Aquarius

Haleigh: "Right now? Right here??"

He smirked at her devilishly as he kissed her chest, lifting her leg around his hip as he pressed into her.

Haleigh: "But Mr. King...we have guests..."

Her hands were on his chest, gripping him with a fraction of her strength. His cobalt blue eyes pierced into her for a few moments as he wondered how he had gotten so lucky. And as her strength pressed against his chest, he ignited an empathic flurry of desire into her body. This was their dance. She could bench press him with ease and he could access the deepest parts of her minds at any given moment, and they often liked to remind the other one of the strengths they had. The White King kissed his Queen on the lips, biting her bottom lip with an uneccessary roughness.

"Mmm...but you love an audience, Mrs. King.."

In a quick movement he pinned her arms behind her head with one hand against the cold steel walls as he stared at her feigned doe eyed expression. There was nothing about her that was less than perfect. A predatory, beautiful, well spoken killing machine with a body that seemed to be made specifically for him. She was his Queen, and there was nothing he would not do for her. He would even degrade himself to please her.

With his free hand, he hiked her dress up around her waist as he felt the warmth of her skin. He leaned into her neck, kissing her frequently, his tongue dancing along her earlobe before giving her a playful bite on the neck.

"Do you see the others? How they ache for what we have?"

Haleigh began to unbuckle his pants, as his passion increased. He let out an erotic grunt of approval.

"This kingdom is ours..."

He slid inside of his wife with a great force, her back pressing against the wall, almost bending it against The White Queen's natural durability. He let go of his Queen's hands, wanting them on his body.

"And tonight is yours..."

Cameron began to make love to his wife, their bodies aglow against the aqua waters radiating from the viewing windows to the side of them. He caught their reflection against the glass. His words filled her mind and filled her with a wave of arousal.

"Whatever you want is yours, my Queen.."

He kissed her breasts, his scruff rubbing against her playfully.

"Now what do you want?"

 

[Steel]

Outside the Black Queen's Room

He reached out his hand for her, hoping that the flatscan hadn't gone too far. Well, obviously he had, but not too too far. He asked her gently if she was okay, ready to comfort her. He didn't even look at the body: all he cared about was her.

“Alright? Am I alright?”

John lowered his hand.

"Yes, are you alright?"

She was in shock. Maybe he should call a doctor. But then, it became apparent that that was not it.

“NO I'M NOT ALRIGHT! You made it VERY clear downstairs that you want NOTHING to do with me. And then you come up here and do THIS? You CAN'T have it both ways, John! You either WANT ME or you DON'T. And you made your choice VERY CLEAR. You chose your QUEEN over your heart. SO FUCK YOU and the mess [gesturing to Maxim] that *I* now have to deal with!"

She stormed into her room, the furies having nothing on Ava Cassadine. He blinked once, and then stomped in after her, slamming the door behind him. If she wanted to have it out, they'd have it out. He got inside just in time to see the bracelet he'd picked out for her sail across the room.

"YOU don't have to deal with ANYTHING! People will come and clean up after your messes, just like they ALWAYS do!"

He took a step towards her.

"You know WHAT, Ava? SOME OF US have to live in the REAL WORLD, and not some fantasy land where you just get to have everything you want at the exact moment you want it!"

He hands went to his head.

"JESUS, Ava - you invited a flatscan to a HELLFIRE party! And you expected me to just stand by and let you wreck yourself?! My JOB is to protect you, not let you DESTROY yourself! And I was supposed to, what, let him FORCE himself on you?!"