Viendras-tu pour moi?

Someone as accustomed to desire as the incubus patting his knee in invitation to the sweet, skittish shifter knew it when he saw it.  And he found the unmistakable signs in the young woman’s halting steps, in her blushing cheeks and, yes, in the clenching thighs that pressed even harder together once he’d mentioned it.  He could smell desire upon her, or at the very least curiosity.  Apprehension, too, and in the defense of lovesick poets a little fire and passion.  Good.  Those were qualities he could work with. He looked like nothing so much as the cat stalking a budgie in a cage, keen and attentive.  Hell, this cat was beckoning the bird forward to its doom.  He patted his knee again, harder this time. “The only tragedy in life, sweetling, is that question of ‘what if’.  What if you’d sat on my knee?  What if you surrendered to impulse instead of listening to the voices of doubt in your head?  Come.  I won’t bite.  Not until you ask me to.  I am an artist as well, though my canvas is a nubile body like yours.  I paint it with blushes.  With teeth marks and red hand prints.  Occasionally with bruises when the subject is a rougher tableau, but the best art is all about chiaroscuro.  Darkness and light.  The purple-black of a bruise offset with a lashing of white cum.  There’s art in that.  What’s your name?  And what are you?  You’re not a human.  I can tell that much.”

Despite Lottie’s better judgement, she was at least a little intrigued by the man. He seemed to ooze sensuality and it was effecting her in ways she would probably deny vehemently if questioned about. The fox inside was going wild in it’s own way, but a cautious part of her was begging for her to turn around and just leave. She was certain that he could probably see her overanalysing his words over and over. She had never heard someone talk about sex in that way and it frightened and fascinated her. Before she could stop herself she had taken that last step, carefully sitting on his knee. “I’m Charlotte... or I guess Lottie is what most people call me. Uh, I’m a shifter, a fox shifter. I’m guessing you’re not exactly h-human either? ” Her cheeks were a bright pink now and she ran her fingers through her blonde locks, trying to keep her focus elsewhere.

“I think some may find the dorky thing endearing. Something different from all the femme fatales, and also if that is who you are, then is natural and it works best.” If Andrew had been a more charitable person he may have offered to pay everything for her, but she was a stranger and also, he rather spend his money on him anyway. “Why don’t you find someone you like and become their personal guest service person, the pay is higher and it may be more relaxing for you.”

“Really? I thought that people just wanted the super confident people... I mean, I’m not exactly the ‘sexiest’ person in the world or anything.” She sighed and shrugged. She had heard of people being hired as personal guest services, but she had never considered it. “Well... the only person I would want to do that for isn’t a guest.... he’s staff. It would just feel wrong if I was personal staff for someone I didn’t care for.”

Holt turned to look at Lottie when she mentioned twenty one questions. He smiled as she second guessed herself. She was perfect and didn’t know it. When he was with Lottie, he felt like he wasn’t in some weird universe where everyone was fucking and his wolf seemed to be taking over. He felt like he was back home. “Alright I’m game,” he replied with a bigger smile, “so we taking turns or you wanna hit me with ‘em all at once?”

Everything felt so normal with Holt. It was like for a little bit of time she could pretend that her life wasn’t some screwed up mess. She kept her fingers intertwined with his, happy that he hadn’t pulled away. Maybe it was a bad idea to have a big crush on someone, considering her job, but she couldn’t help it. He made her smile. “Oh, I’m not going to ask you questions all at once. I’m not going to do that to you.” She laughed softly, knowing she probably did have enough questions to bombard him with but she had at least a little restraint, “Uh, we can start easy I guess... I mean, it’s really dumb and stuff. What’s your middle name?”

The woman likely had no clue she was already part of a game for him, she was cute in that doe eyed innocent kind of way that Isaac found himself attracted to from time to time. “It is quite nice. Around every corner there is more things to see and find, i’m loving it so far. I have never been a part of something quite like this before” he rarely saw a reason to lie, unless the lie was imperative for whatever motive was behind his actions. “Lovely to meet you Lottie, I’m Isaac”  he nodded and turned toward the bar to order her drink, also ordering a separate drink for himself. “So what do you do here love? I’m guessing you aren’t a guest, but perhaps you are going to surprise me” he had half a mind to use some of his fae powers to see what the younger woman truly felt but he held back instead, he saw that as cheating. “You don’t need to call me sir love. Isaac is fine”.

The job was a strange one for Lottie to be doing, but she needed it. She needed the money and she was willing to try and push back any discomfort, even if meant having to do things she would’ve never done outside the resort. The safety of her family meant more to her than her own comfort. “Uh, yeah. I feel like this place is full of secrets and stuff. I-if you’ve never been to the lake I recommend it. It’s really beautiful and relaxing out there, especially in the morning.” Isaac seemed nice enough, at least nice enough that she could feel a little of her tension melting away. She moved on her chair, crossing one leg over the other to try and get more comfortable. “Oh, uh, I’m not a guest, no.” She laughed softly, “I’m actually guest services... so, at your service, I guess, Isaac.” She was joking, but the idea of being entertainment for rich people still sat strangely with her.

There was something especially sweet about a mild or even more obvious innocence in a woman. Perhaps it was his need to corrupt and end such things, but as he looked at the younger woman and took note of her body language within a moment he decided that she could be some fun. “I’m new to the place, I figured this was one of the best places to meet new people” his eyes had a way of looking at her like she was there specifically for his entertainment, for him to appreciate. “And what is your name sweetheart?” he asked. “And what kind of drink would you like? Surely you can’t let a new guest sit here by himself”.

Lottie knew she should stop being so nervous. People were just... people. There were rules that would stop anyone from hurting her too badly and really, any pain at the resort would be controlled at least. She sighed, moving to sit on a stool closer to the man, a shy smile playing on her features. “Oh, uh, how are you finding it? I know it can feel really big at first but people are nice here. And there are some cool places around.” Her fingers were fidgeting, an obvious sign of her nerves, but she knew that there was no harm in sitting and talking to someone new. “Oh, I’m Lottie... and, uh, vodka, lime and soda, please and thank you.” She nodded at the bartender, who she had become acquainted with if only because she was usually too nervous to approach anybody and would hang back near the bar, “I mean, I know it kind of sucks to sit alone and I wouldn’t w-want to do that to anybody, sir.”

Libraries were full of little surprises and Alexius was glad his nose wasn’t pressed between the pages of a book as a sweet, skittish girl made her presence known.  He caught the adorable pink hue to her cheeks and could all but hear the heart beating fast in her chest.  How curious, and for someone who had made an endless parade of lifetimes out of bringing out the hedonism innate in every creature human or otherwise, how very intriguing.  Alexius offered her a charming smile and patted his knee; a tacit invitation. “Unrequited love is wasted.  It’s never returned.  What is the point in that?  Those who are content to pine for what they can have but choose not to don’t know how what they’re missing.  Deeper than want, deeper than lust, deeper even than love is the satisfaction of getting it all.  Come here …“ he insisted, remaining impassive as if he expected the instruction to be obeyed. “Everything is bettered with sex.  Do you mean to tell me the warmth in your cheeks and the catch in your breath aren’t signs of arousal?  Or do you simply prefer to deny the obvious and enjoy the sweet ache that forces your thighs to clench for relief?”

Lottie’s weight travelled from one foot to the other and back again, an awkward shuffle that she had perfected since childhood. There was something about the man that was drawing her in but she chose to keep her distance, resisting the pull. “But it’s a special kind of tragedy... It’s the pain of loving someone you can never have and some of the best art comes from that pain. If everyone got everything they wanted there wouldn’t be beautiful art, right?” Her words were passionate, but still soft. Her shy nature had always been the biggest roadblock in her speaking out about anything, but once she started talking about something she loved it was hard to stop. However his further words made any thought of continuing the conversation on art stop in it’s tracks. She took another step towards him, stopping only a perhaps a foot in front of him. It was taking everything she had not to sit on the knee he was patting, but still she managed to stop herself. It was strange that his words were having such an effect on her and she couldn’t help but catch her thighs clenching and her cheeks growing even warmer. “N-no... it’s just... I just, uh, y-you kind of... intimidate me.”

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Finn had informed Melissa over breakfast which was just gross that she had to do girl on girl for a Guest to watch (only he worded in a much more Finn way) with someone she didn’t know that well yet. Someone named Lottie. She wasn’t great with women, she liked being with them but her confidence came from dicks. She knew exactly what to do with them, she was still learning about what women liked. She’d invited Lottie over so they could figure out a game plan and now she was standing in her kitchen getting juice for someone she didn’t know about to talk about how they were going to have sex in front of someone they didn’t know. Her life wasn’t boring at least. She smirked at the thought of Vic watching her with another woman. Maybe he’d help her get through this without realizing it. She turned back around and walked the glass over to Lottie. “I know this whole thing is kinda weird but thanks for coming over,” she offered before she sat down on her couch next to Lottie. She handed her the glass before she sat back into the couch.

Lottie had received two calls that morning. One from Finn who had informed her of a guest request that left her feeling jittery and anxious, and the second from Melissa, a woman she had seen around the resort but had never spoken to. She was supposed to put on a show, in a sense, with the other woman and she couldn’t help but feel like whoever had requested her had made the wrong choice. She had never really been with a woman before, even if she had been a little curious. Lottie had arrived at Melissa’s cabin in simple jeans and a t-shirt, hoping that the other woman hadn’t expected anything too... sexy. She sat on the couch, looking at the cabin walls nervously. The other woman seemed lovely, she just wasn’t sure she was confident enough to do what was expected. “Thanks... yeah, uh, it’s kind of... a thing.” She chuckled nervously, sipping the juice in an attempt to calm herself down. “Have you, uh, done this whole kind of thing before?”

“Comme on voit sur la branche au mois de mai la rose, en sa belle jeunesse, en sa première fleur … As one sees on the branch in the month of May, the rose in her pretty youth, in her first flowering,” Alexius quoted the slim volume of poetry in his hand from the high-backed chair where he sat in the mansion’s library, wincing and throwing it aside to lie gracelessly on a vacant shelf before noticing he was no longer alone.  Broad shoulders shrugged, and he addressed them as if they’d have the slightest idea what in the everlasting fuck the incubus was talking about. “Ronsard was a sexually repressed voyeur who wrote pretty verses about women like Margaret de Valois and Mary Queen of Scots, admiring them from afar without ever finding the testicular fortitude to come out and tell them he wanted them face down and ass up.  Margaret was a cock slut par excellence and Mary was the kind of crazy even I wouldn’t fuck; but poor Pierre died a blue-balled virgin.  His poetry might have benefited from a few good ruts.”

Lottie had been at the resort for maybe a month now, but she was still finding new rooms to explore. The library was a recent discovery and she found that she was spending more and more time amongst the shelves, fingers grazing the fancy books. It was nice and quiet, a little hide away from the constant buzz at the bar. The sudden voice made her jump, and she peeked from behind the shelves. The man was alluring, certainly, but she was still too shy to say anything. Her intention was to sneak away back between the stacks, at least until the stranger spoke to her. His words were vulgar, shockingly so and she felt her cheeks warm. “Uh, what’s so bad about writing about r-romance and unrequited love?” She questioned softly, bracing herself for some kind of backlash, “Not everything is b-bettered with, uh, with sex.” She finally stepped out from behind the shelves, tucking her dirty blonde locks behind her ears as she shuffled nervously.

Holt squeezed her hand as soon as she took his. He felt damned lucky to have met her already. She was forgiving and understanding and the stupid crush he had on her was getting worse. “Okay I’ll stay,” he nodded with a small smile. He turned his attention out to the water thinking it looked like it would be cold out there. He didn’t like cold water. “Maybe it’d be better if we talked about something else?” he suggested. He didn’t want to focus on the bad with her. He wanted to get to know her and couldn’t do that if they were talking about who his wolf was or wasn’t fucking.

Even though she was scared, and a little hurt, there was something genuinely sweet about Holt. She’d never had a guy bring her flowers before, or care so much about her, really. Her focus had always been on keeping her family safe and fed, and the attention felt strange but in the nicest way. There was a brief silence that hung in the air as they stared out at the lake, simply holding hands. A thought popped into her head, an innocent game and she smiled, “Okay, how about twenty one questions? It will be fun, right? I don’t know. I feel like I just want to know all the silly things that probably don’t mean much.”

Isaac wasn’t accustomed to environments quite like this but over his life he’s always delighted in the times where he could fully explore his interests and desires regardless of the form that they manifested. This resort seemed like the perfect locale to allow him to find that balance. Isaac lingered inside of the bar, taking the last few sips of his drink before turning to order another. His plans temporary delayed as he noticed the person nearby. “Good evening, surely you won’t let me drink by myself. Let me buy the next round”.

Lottie had taken to staying in the bar during her shifts. She could’ve gone to the pool but more often than not she found herself squirming uncomfortably at how exposed she was in her bikini, and trying not to blush as people did all manner of unspeakable acts in the water. At least at the bar she could wear clothes that covered her a little more, and a lot of the action was resigned to the booths. She had just finished her drink, planning on going to a room in the basement for the night, or at least until she was called, when she heard an unfamiliar voice. She turned towards him, her blonde hair splayed over her shoulders. “Oh, uh, thank you, sir.” Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she placed her empty glass on the bar. The flirting part had always been difficult for her and she tried to just take a breath and remain calm and collected. “What brings you out alone tonight?” She cringed at her lame attempt.

Holt stared at Lottie for a long moment in shock. If it wasn’t Lottie, who the hell was it? His thoughts quickly shifted back to the sweet woman handing him back the flowers. Fuck. He was a huge asshole. Not only had he thought she was someone else, he’d rubbed it in her face. He quickly shook his head. “No… no you keep the flowers,” he insisted putting on a smile for her sake, “I picked ‘em for you even though I’m a huge jerk.” He looked down at his lap trying to keep his mind focused on her instead of the huge mistake he’d made. “I… uh… I don’t know what happened. I was talking to someone who looked like you then the next thing I know… you know, it’s over,” he explained thinking he owed her some kind of explanation, “It was like I got blackout drunk or something, but I was pretty sober. I felt the wolf inside wake up and I lost control I guess.” He shook his head thinking she’d punch him. “I get it if you want to me leave. I’d want me to leave,” he admitted quietly.

It was so hard to keep from shifting. The fox inside her was begging to get out and run but she had to try and stay focused, stay present. She really liked Holt, more than she should have given the circumstances of her job, but it was so hard to think about him sleeping with someone and thinking it was her. “You’re not a jerk, Holt... I just... I don’t know.” She sighed, looking out at the water. She couldn’t be mad at him, not when she understood what it was like to have something inside that was hard to control. Without hesitating she reached for his hand, linking her fingers with his. “I don’t want you to go. I get it... I do, like it’s different but... yeah.” She looked at him, a sympathetic smile on her face, “My fox is bad enough so I can’t imagine what a wolf would be like. But you don’t need to explain it to me.”

“Well Lotte, I’m Andrew and I am guest services too, so out of the bond that we now share because of our job let me tell you. You do you, if some don’t like you for whatever reason is their loss, people will always dislike you no matter what so, better to be likes or disliked for who you really are right?” He was being a hypocrite, “And you are pretty and have this whole sweet look going, I’m sure that there are many that will be interested in you.” He sighed “If you aren’t comfortable, why don’t you change from guest services to something else?”

“I suppose so. I just don’t want to scare away people by, I dunno, being to dorky or something. I really need this job.” Nobody had really confronted her about why she had chosen to continue with guest services if the job made her uncomfortable. A lot of it was information that she would rather keep to herself. She looked down at the floor, nervous that she was going to share even part of the truth with someone she barely knew. “I, uh, I need the money. Guest services pays better and I owe a lot of money to some not so great people.”

Alec’s eyes trailed up and down the hot chick’s body and a smirk grew on his lips. He hoped to god she worked here. Then when she spoke with that accent… it killed him. Put your game face on he told himself. His smirk grew to a friendly grin trying not to scare her off.

“What about you? You like to keep it behind closed doors or do you like an audience?” he asked curiously.

She hated that her automatic reaction to feeling eyes on her was blushing. Outside of the resort she tended to be more of a wall flower. But there she was in her shorts, which were about as sexy as she could comfortably get, and obviously there was something about it that had caught the stranger’s eye. She supposed that in some way it meant that she was doing her job. It didn’t stop her from feeling a little surprised however.

“Oh, uh, I guess more private... I’ve never really had an audience.” She chewed on her bottom lip as she looked up at him, a little embarrassed that her cheeks were so warm, “I guess it could be fun, maybe.”

Alec stepped into the bar not sure how this worked. He’d never done anything close to this when he was a human and now he knew he wanted it but he didn’t know how to jump in. He straightened his shirt and told himself he was a rich vampire, who wouldn’t want to fuck a rich vampire? He nodded to himself as he stepped further inside. He spotted someone at the bar but sat a few bar stools away to keep his distance. He ordered a bourbon and risked a glance over at the person.

“Kinda thought there’d be people having sex everywhere,” he started with a smirk as the bartender dropped off his drink.

The bar had basically become home for Lottie. She had never been a huge drinker outside of the resort, but it seemed the bar was the place to be if she wanted to actually do her job. She had been sitting for maybe an hour, nursing her vodka soda as she watched people, trying to muster up some kind of confidence. She felt like it could be pointless when she heard someone speak. She looked around and noticed a man sitting a few stools away. She let out a soft laugh and shrugged. “Oh, I thought that when I first got here too... but, I think people like to keep it kind of private sometimes. Uh, I have seen some people in hallways and stuff though. It can be a little, uh, confronting, I guess.”