@mutanthope​
Ava couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun that didn’t require pain afterwards or running from the law. Helping out Death to do something good and actually succeeding, not to mention getting to save Scott, it was a big elevation to her ego to finally have something go right for once. All of that work, however, had knocked her out the entire night. Without the pain of her powers keeping her awake, it was a blessing in disguise to not toss and turn like she usually did. Until she needed to reach for her glass of water. The bed had shifted somewhat, something else in it weighing it down next to her, and there was an added warmth she didn’t expect. She paused in the reaching of her glass to find a man in the bed next to her, undressed down to the waist. Her first instinct was to snap his neck and be done with it - Scott would never have to find out about this - but her newly-acquired conscience was telling her differently. Instead, she placed a hand on his neck to check for a pulse. Not dead. And very much real. This wasn’t a dream. Ava planted her feet against his stomach and pushed him out of her bed as hard as she could.
