strangetrip | Library Studies [EP]

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Library Studies [EP] - Open

(ooc: Feel free to tag Liz, Scanlan, Mary, or Bo)

The library was popular at that very moment.

Liz had settled into one of the desks. She had a science book out with Kitty's latest assignment, but at the moment she was finished work that Illyana had given her for her Russian studies. It was maybe the hardest 'class' she had at the inn and she was even more determined to prove to Illyana that she could be a good student and that she wouldn't disappoint her. On top of that, Liz wasn't even sure how pleased Illyana was with her progress other than the fact Illyana hadn't decided to stop teaching her.

At another table, Mary Winchester sat with her family picture album opened. There was a page open to Dean as a three year old with G.I. Joes John insisted he buy. Another photo was of Dean catching a fish with John. A third had Dean touching Mary's pregnant belly all proud. Mary was writing down the stories she remembered of each photo beside the photos, worried she might forget them if she didn't. Funny how it hadn't been a worry back home.

Scanlan was sitting on a chair with a pad of paper in his hand. He was trying to write up a song. He had several started, but he couldn't quite commit to one entirely. He knew he would need a song for Zahra and Kash's baby's arrival, so that was on the list and it had been started, just a few lines. He also wanted to write a song about the Madonna Inn in general, again only a few lines had come out. Maybe he was just distracted lately.

Lastly, Bo only just arrived. She decided she'd try the whole 'read for leisure' thing and Illyana had said she could probably find her something she'd like. The sections were pretty easy to make out and she found a book titled Tusk Love which had a rather interesting cover and so Bo thought... why the hell not?

She sat down and started to read it. It flowed well and wasn't hard to read. At first it was just a simple love story, but as it went on, the descriptions became more... oh. It was that kind of book. And yet Bo couldn't pull her eyes away. She read, the descriptions caused Bo's skin to feel warmer and things start to stir inside her and - maybe she should read more often. Lips parted a little, Bo had to use a lot of her own will power not to be entirely inappropriate in the library at that moment as she shifted a little in her seat.

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Illyana narrowed eyes at her, carefully straightening and stalking around the side of the table for a better look at the woman. She had seen the brunette before. She'd conversed with her. And she hadn't experienced such a response. Nor had she, historically.

"I don't care for women," she insisted bluntly.

...And yet. Her hand reached, small, slender fingers spreading to grasp the front of Bo's throat. Her touch was firm, but not constrictive. Not cruel. "So tell me what you're doing," she repeated herself, voice gone low and dangerous. She meant to stare Bo down, but her attention strayed as if magnetized to the wet trace making Bo's lips glisten.

Bo wasn't sure how to respond. She didn't like just telling people what she was, but Illyana was clearly angry. In truth, though, she wasn't really doing anything so much as simply being. "I'm not doing anything... it's just me."

Somewhere deep down inside Bo, something sounding a lot like her mother, felt challenged, and she sent out a small wave of attraction through Illyana's touch.

Mentally, Illyana knew full well she was unreadable to most psi abilities. Limbo had taught her to steel her mind against such intrusions.

Physically - she knew how to endure, but she was as susceptible to her baser impulses as the next person. Her body was certainly flush with want, a fine tremor shivering up her spine. She throbbed with anticipation for how very close they were, how easy, how satisfying it would be... If not for her iron-forged will and conditioning, she would most likely be a fawning mess of dumb desire already.

"You are responsible for your influence on others. Today, you have been negligent. You will not be so negligent again. Not in the library. Or you will be banned to safeguard the others trying to make use of the space unmolested." Her hand tightened, but carefully. Only to demonstrate her determination to resist. "Tell me that you understand these terms."

"You know you can make your point without threatening someone with physical harm, right?" But that was also Bo's way of agreeing and her tone probably said as much, with a hint of snark to it. Her hand did go up to Illyana's wrist. There was only so much more of this she'd take before she fought back.

To her mind, Bo had been the aggressor, forcing the lust through her. Illyana did not take having anything forced on her lightly. But she was willing to accept that it had - at least initially - been unintentional.

"Yes," Illyana said simply. Her hand did slide away from Bo's throat, however, after having decided she wouldn't choke her for the threat she perceived from Bo after all. "But I wanted to touch you," she admitted, studying the woman's features with intent.

Bo rubbed her neck a little. "I am in to a lot of things. Super kinky things. But usually when we do breath play there's at least a safe word and some candles in the background."

She offered a small smile though. "I'm sorry."

Touch her, Take her

Bo's eyes wandered along Illyana's jaw line for a moment. She was really beautiful. Nice facial features.

Illyana didn't show any amusement at the quip, and she didn't openly mark the minor apology. She stared, thoughtfully, deciding something as she noted the way in which Bo was looking back at her.

Then she leaned down, one hand grasping the chair Bo sat in as she pressed close to take a kiss from her. There was nothing chaste or apprehensive in it, so much as claiming what was already there. If they both wanted it - and it seemed to her that at least for a moment, they did - she could think of no real reason for restraint.

The moment Illyana's lips touched hers, Bo felt her body release its tension. Her hand moved up to circle around Illyana's neck and pull her closer, coaxing her into her lap almost as she kissed the woman back, deep and wanton. Her tongue pressing against Illyana's, wanting to explore and to taste as she kissed the Russian in front of her.

The desire was intoxicating. Despite being severe and aloof, Illyana was hardly a virgin, and the eager way Bo surged with her entire being to meet the kiss... Even when she was desired, it was very rarely with the focus, the poise, the skill and hunger unified as they were in the brunette. Bo was somehow the embodiment of sex, and it would be so satisfying, her body knew, promised with a throb and wash of delightful sensation, to wring out the ecstasy to be had between them.

Which was why Illyana urgently slid and suckled from the kiss until she was nearly breathless, nails scratching lines into the back of the chair - and then forcibly pulled herself back upright, tip of her tongue tracing her used lips ad she looked back at Bo. "...I understand something of what Sam sees in you now," she explained, voice unusually low and soft.

Wow.

Sometimes you had partners who were nice to kiss, but that was about it. Sometimes you had partners who could even make you think of all the dirty thoughts at once - those were the ones Bo had a weakness for.

"Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself." Bo wet her lips. "I could show you more of what Sam sees in me, if you want?" Her voice darker and more wanton, promising many things.

"No. That's quite enough." With some difficulty, Illyana straightened, stepping back and steadying her breath as she took the book of smut from Bo's table. What she wanted while under the woman's influence wasn't natural, and she knew better than to entertain the passing fascination. "I'll check this out for you. And then you can go."

"Too bad." She sounded a little wistful and perhaps with open-ended promises. She fought the urge to just stand up and compel her - Bo was going to need to find Sam after this. She needed something to satisfy the itch now.

Bo stood up, too. "Alright... that's probably a good idea."

"Yes. It is." Illyana ostensibly scanned the cover, front and back, looking for clues as to the particular threat the book had presented so that she could more aptly avoid a repeat incident. She would prefer not to admit that her knees needed a moment to steady themselves. "From now on, you can reserve all of your sexual recreational reading to outside the library. Preferably within closed quarters."

She would have insisted the same of anyone after making such a display in the library. But it was all the more important for an individual of Bo's obvious power.

"Is it only sexual influence? Your abilities." That was useful information. Would the results have been drastically different if Bo had chosen to read something expressly violent instead?

Bo thought that was a good idea - she didn't really want to cause an impromptu orgy in a room. Maybe she'd just read more boring books to begin with.

"Yeah, that's it." It felt weird to so openly admit.

"Good. That's more easily managed." And it meant she didn't necessarily need to restrict all of Bo's reading to outside the library.

Illyana collected herself and strode to the circulation desk as smoothly as a cat refusing to admit it had ever had its fur ruffled the wrong way in regards to anything, ever, as if spontaneous lesbian makeouts in the library weren't so very unusual. She calmly filed out the check-out ledger and altered the spellwork upon the book before returning it to Bo and offering it over expectantly.

"Thanks." She offered a sheepish sort of smile - what did you say to someone you inadvertently made horny and kissed out of nowhere? "I'll, uh, be more careful from now on."

She gave a bit of a salute with the book, then headed for the doors.

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