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[October 26th] [Original] Hunting after Bedtime
Title: Hunting after Bedtime
Day/Theme: October 26: Lover/fighter
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #26)
Character/Pairing: Diana/Belle
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In an alley
It was a city night, the kind that has no stars because of the ever-present sky glow, and that has no peace due to the constant noise of sirens, cars, and late night television shows. And cats. Lots of cats. But this particular alley had no cats, or cars, or TV sets, and so was nice and quiet. Until the relative peace was shattered by a scuffle, a yell, a gunshot, some rustling, and a shout:
“Yeah, another bonus! We’ll be rolling in dough!” Diana yelled for the all the city to hear.
“Have you forgotten we’re already independently wealthy?” Belle asked disdainfully, dusting herself off.
“You’re just jealous that it was me that bagged that bugger. Bigger than the one you got tonight. So who is the better demon hunter now, huh?” Diana crowed, swinging her trophy’s head as she skipped down the sidewalk. Belle sighed.
“Neither of us will be able to compete if you keeping attacking every demon you see. We’ll be dead from overwork,” she said dryly.
“Don’t worry, I always have energy. I’m hyperactive.”
“No shit,” Belle mumbled under her breath. Then Diana stopped right in front of her, so that they almost collided.
“What’s wrong?” Belle asked, alarmed. Had Diana seen something?
“I’m fine,” Diana said, beaming at her, “and I know what’s wrong with you, Miss Grumpy-Puss.” She looked like a cat that had just found a canary in a cream bath. She draped her arms over Belle’s shoulders and whispered seductively:
“You thought you weren’t going to get any tonight, huh? Because I’d be too tired. But don’t worry, baby. I always have energy for you.” Belle turned red, and indigent.
“You’re dripping demon blood down my back,” she said coldly, and Diana just laughed and pulled away, only to skip off like a 6-year-old trick-or-treating, swinging a candy bag. Belle followed at a more sedate and dignified pace, muttering:
“I wasn’t worried about your stamina, I was worried about mine. Oversexed, thrill-seeking vigilante, bounty hunting…” Her words became inaudible as she followed her partner back into the night.
Day/Theme: October 26: Lover/fighter
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #26)
Character/Pairing: Diana/Belle
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In an alley
It was a city night, the kind that has no stars because of the ever-present sky glow, and that has no peace due to the constant noise of sirens, cars, and late night television shows. And cats. Lots of cats. But this particular alley had no cats, or cars, or TV sets, and so was nice and quiet. Until the relative peace was shattered by a scuffle, a yell, a gunshot, some rustling, and a shout:
“Yeah, another bonus! We’ll be rolling in dough!” Diana yelled for the all the city to hear.
“Have you forgotten we’re already independently wealthy?” Belle asked disdainfully, dusting herself off.
“You’re just jealous that it was me that bagged that bugger. Bigger than the one you got tonight. So who is the better demon hunter now, huh?” Diana crowed, swinging her trophy’s head as she skipped down the sidewalk. Belle sighed.
“Neither of us will be able to compete if you keeping attacking every demon you see. We’ll be dead from overwork,” she said dryly.
“Don’t worry, I always have energy. I’m hyperactive.”
“No shit,” Belle mumbled under her breath. Then Diana stopped right in front of her, so that they almost collided.
“What’s wrong?” Belle asked, alarmed. Had Diana seen something?
“I’m fine,” Diana said, beaming at her, “and I know what’s wrong with you, Miss Grumpy-Puss.” She looked like a cat that had just found a canary in a cream bath. She draped her arms over Belle’s shoulders and whispered seductively:
“You thought you weren’t going to get any tonight, huh? Because I’d be too tired. But don’t worry, baby. I always have energy for you.” Belle turned red, and indigent.
“You’re dripping demon blood down my back,” she said coldly, and Diana just laughed and pulled away, only to skip off like a 6-year-old trick-or-treating, swinging a candy bag. Belle followed at a more sedate and dignified pace, muttering:
“I wasn’t worried about your stamina, I was worried about mine. Oversexed, thrill-seeking vigilante, bounty hunting…” Her words became inaudible as she followed her partner back into the night.