2020-02-07 - Sleepless Beauty

It's the hours of the night that are technically the next day, the between hours, the Witching hours, and for Lilith, they're sleepless hours. Normally, just the fact that she doesn't have to sleep alone anymore, it powers her through, even if she has a little fight about getting to sleep sometimes on stressful days. Byron's body warmth and breath and arms are a magic sort of trick, but tonight there's no spells of strong limbs and security that are working on her. Everything is built up, and with what happened to spook the hell out of her at the hospital while they were visiting with Alexander and Isabella, it's sticking every time she closes her eyes.

Mostly, the rest of the day after it happened, it'd been fine. She did take off work so Byron could watch her while doing his calls or work from home, on principle, just in case something rooted in her head and stuck there, which is a concern of hers given what she saw when she killed the strange bird with consequences. Mostly, she laid on the couch and flipped between Science and History channels, and she even makes a drab joke or two about being glad she doesn't have to watch TV with one eye, it'd ruin the HD. So really, given how much she's gone through and generally acclimated to in Gray Harbor as a whole, it's possible she's just over the whole thing as a 'dick move' despite the way it made her scream and panic in a rare moment.

Unfortunately, that rare moment came with a loss of control and lash out of powers, on her part, and she's starting to work out what exactly she did while panicked, which is also sticking with her to rattle. What if August hadn't been there? What would have happened to others in such a place where the wounded and vulnerable are all bulked up together, room by room? She's trying real hard not to think about that because occasionally, she DOES oops, but it's more in the realm of object breaking or fires when it usually happens. Katy being hurt was the rare exception, but even then, that was likely due to Ghoul influence, in retrospect, knowing as they know now.

Sleep is not working. Lilith wants to leave Byron alone so she tries, real hard. There's a lot of squirming, tossing, flopping, cuddling in to get comfortable and try to work the typical bed magic. He'll be up in like an hour or two to go running, maybe, so really she shouldn't wake him. But eventually...

There's a poke test first to see how asleep he actually is. Then the brunette rolls in the blankets on the pillow to put her lips to kiss, then murmur right at Byron's ear, "Babe?"

It was a Sunday, so Byron's workload wasn't incredibly intense. However, it would be about a week or less for Joshua Foster's trial to be underway and then, from everything he's discussed with Foster's lawyer as well as his contact within the GHPD regarding police auctions, there may be a possible bidding war for ownership of the Grand Olympic. With all interested parties scrambling to collect enough funds to take possession of the building, Byron's had to make a few more phone calls in the case that they came up short and he knew he had a few more associates that he could tag if in need be.

Still, despite the random phone calls, updating of documents and sending out emails, he's kept a quiet watch over Lilith for a good portion of the day. What happened at the hospital felt traumatic for her and he still has to mill over in his mind if just the idea of this bird plucking out one of her eyes was the only cause of her panic. Whenever he felt that her fear was flaring up again, he'd either settle himself beside her on the couch or try to soothe her mind with his own Talent. At some point, more than likely over dinner, he'd ask again if anything was still bothering her and if there were lingering effects from the occurrence that morning. No matter the answer, he'll gauge, mentally, whether shes speaking truth or not, even if he doesn't push for anything if it came back that she was lying.

The rest of the evening went by as normal and though he had a lot of thoughts in his own head, at some point, he's able to ease himself to sleep in preparation for what might be a busy Monday. He's not a heavy sleeper and sometimes shifts in his sleep when he feels movement on the bed. In his line of work, well, the illegal side of it, there are times when he needs to be ready to leap into action at a moment's notice. He wakes during a few points during the night, usually when Lilith was still resting at his side.

Then shortly before dawn he feels that presence beside him, feeling the weight shift upon the bed before hearing her voice calling to him. His eyes slowly open, adjusting to the light within the room and when he takes notice of her peering over at him, he graces her with a sleepy smile, leaning forward, his body still feeling heavy to return the kiss. Leaning back against his pillow just so he can turn to catch the red numbers on the alarm clock at his nightstand. It was almost 4am. Resettling in, resting on one side as he stares into Lilith's eyes while he has some ideas of his own of what she might be interested, more so if the traumatic events of yesterday didn't happen. One lazy hand snakes around her waist to pull her in close, he then asks, "Everything okay?"

Lilith lies initially, but it's not really a lie so much as one of those 'mmhmm' brush off noises while she tries to distract herself in Byron's kiss as he rolls to give her that adorable sleepy smile in the dark. Her eyes have been open a while and have adjusted to the dark room with the subtle glow of the digital clock bedside, so she can't help but take a moment to kiss his mouth, to roll her body straight into the pull of his snaking arm. Her hand unwittingly skims him over the sheets from ribs to hipbone, to the top of his thigh, then she brings it back up to press against the side of his neck while breaking the kiss and murmuring at his lips, "Mmmk, that was a lie. Though... a good tight yank and hold always gets things a little better."

Then she carries on with a worried irrationality, "Would you still love me if a bird plucked out my eye?" Actually, that's not her real question, though it was kind of a fear at the time when she wasn't sure if she had an eye there for a second or two. Which is dumb, but whatever, the thoughts in our head in a moment of panic are what they are. After asking that, though, she murmurs another question, "Would you still love me if I accidentally killed someone in the hospital? I think I might have. Or almost did. I think that's why August got sick, he had to counter what I did. It took a while for me to figure out what I did when I accidentally lashed out. But I know I did, even if..." The room looked fine, Byron and everyone else was fine, what did she do?

Whatever she did, that fear that started as an irrational question about missing an eyeball, it keeps escalating once she's talking, which is clearly part of what's keeping her up, "Will you call and... I don't know. Ask how many people died that morning? I have to know. Maybe August knows." Finally, she shuts up though, pulling back just enough to look at Byron laying on the pillow with her in the dark, almost nose to nose, but not quite while surveying his expression to see how it changes from that sleepy smile she adores.

When she kisses him again, it stirs something within him. Byron's wide awake now, even if he's still feeling a bit lazy, so he'll meet her kisses with a few of his own, pressing his mouth hotly against hers. Being this close, she can hear a soft groan rumbling in his throat before breaths as his own hands rubs firmly down her back and over the curve of her rear. However, after a moment of more kisses exchanged, he can easily tell that she didn't wake him up to make out or for sex. Not really. So he settles himself down, slowing his intimate gestures and simply continues to rest on his side and stare at her in the darkness.

One of his hands lifts to brush his knuckles against her cheek, listening to her speak with care. The question itself is one to consider. How would he feel if a bird disfigured her in any way. He knows how he'd feel if it happened to /him/, but this was something different altogether. "Of course, I'd still love you. You are still you, Lilith. Though I can understand the self-loathing and hatred that might come about if that happened." And the need for revenge and things of that nature. The question brings up a lot of unpleasant images in his mind, but he's good at hiding all of this behind a warm facade, his eyes both gentle, yet serious staring at her. "That bird would be dead, of course, but it wouldn't lessen how I feel about it." He even leans in close to brush his lips against hers, before she brings up her second concern.

This surprises him because she made no mention of this before. So to get a better understanding of what she's actually going on about, he practices this patience, quietly listening as he continues to stroke at her cheek. He remembered that August had used his powers, but he wasn't sure what the man's reasons were. "Why...? Do you think that you did?" His words start out calm and non-judgmental, but he will try to remind her, "If this is still about how the bird affected you, I wouldn't think anything more of it. It wants to make you feel badly. If something did happen, then the entire hospital would've been shut down or the alarms sounded." The stroking stops. "This is just that bird playing tricks on you. First mentioning those names, then making you think that you were blinded."

Now she wants him to call the hospital and while he keeps this appearance of being understanding, something inside of him is losing his patience, finding this all silly. "I'll tell you what. I'll call them the first thing in the morning. I'm sure there's nothing to be worried about though. So I wouldn't worry yourself over this, alright?" He even nuzzles his nose against hers when she leans in closer to him.

"Okay. I don't even know if they'd say or know right offhand, but I just... I don't think I've ever done that before. It wasn't like breaking an object when I can't do anything but react from my gut, or even... like with Katy." Lilith sighs here, but honestly, something about the lack of fucks given at the time she did it under the Ghoul's influence, they're probably working in her favor, along with the fact that Katy was annoying with no real redeeming features to balance that out at work. She hasn't really mentioned it since the payoff that made a part of her feel a little better for owning up in SOME sense to what she did. Even if it was just with money, and not even that much in the grand scheme of things.

Mostly, when she thinks about it, it's along the lines of it being cheaper than a lawsuit. Sometimes her and Byron aren't so different. She seems more exasperated with it than guilty, even though she literally slashed the poor girl's arms open and had her put on suicide watch after blaming Katy herself! But she must really be bothered for some reason that isn't only the fact that she hurt people. It seems to be something about how she did it. After wetting her lips she says, reflective and quiet, "It's hard to explain." After kissing Byron's lips again, though, she decides, "But I'll try for you. Mind, it will make me sound like a soulspark crushing demon..."

After she says she'll try and how it might suck to confess or hear, she takes a moment to shift her reflective state, snuggling her body in pressing writhe against his while close. It's a little like she's trying to make it more pleasant for the both of them by giving them tactile pleasure, in a sense. Her small of back arches to invite his hand with sweep down the line of it to her backside, and she seems to be soaking up the friction warmth made with the slide of their heated skin beneath the sheets. Also, given how cold they like it when they sleep, it's a double asset to cuddle sometimes.

"I thought I was blind, that it took something from me, from you. Panic response triggers this... I don't know, rage sometimes, I guess. But this one was particularly nasty. I wanted to go into it and kill over and over again, then I wanted to do it more when I learned it just took my reality to make me think it so. So I think I tried, but when there was nothing to kill left, my power turned outward and I looked for exploits in all the busted bodies to put all that violence somewhere. It's not a rational thought process when I work from the gut, you know?" She pauses, continuing to move her body, her leg up with bend and slide at the outside of his, despite her serious confessing, "I took what was broken in the most broken and I pushed it. I don't even know what to call that. Reverse healing?"

"I wilted weak people like fucking plants, baby, all over the building. I think that's what August undid where he could and reacted so violently." Closing her eyes, she tips her forehead to rest against his so they're nose bridges at angled press and brush when she shake her head small situated like that, "That is... nasty dangerous. It's not so much that I might have accidentally hurt someone. That was... why would I even think to do that, even when I'm not thinking at all?" She seriously sounds disturbed/confused that her mind even WENT there because it's not as simple as a pure burst of violence in a single target like a pop of temper, in comparison.

"It would've been reported, I think. Wide-spread death at the hospital. Sort of like what happened with decontaminated organs that killed a lot of recipients recently." Byron says, having looked into-- no, learning about what actually happened in that incident. "That made the news. Or the fact that there was an outbreak of sorts that resulted in mass casualties." Then Katy is brought up, bringing forth this heavy sigh next to her ear, but he'll say nothing more about the other woman. In fact, as Lilith sinks deeply against him, making him shift so he's leaning somewhat back against the mattress with her laying partially on him, his arms wrapped even more tightly now around her.

"If I'd known, I would've calmed you down earlier..." He murmurs when she mentions this panic that had risen in her. "And I'm sorry that I couldn't stop it from entering you. From affecting you." He's speaking, but his words come out in a soft lull, though there's some emphasis placed around certain words. He's comfortable enough that his eyes even shut for a few moments as if he were ready to drift back to sleep, knowing that he has maybe an hour left before waking.

Then she tells him what she believes she'd done, but as Byron had no sense of panic coming from the hospital as a whole while he was there, it's easy to continue to dismiss. There's another semi-sleepy or exasperated sound coming from him when he murmurs, "And you're sure you weren't imagining it all? The way how being half blind felt so real?"His body even shifts again, despite it's idle languidness and perhaps his desire for some rest before his morning routine. She can feel his arms around her squeeze at her form gently, just to remind her that he's still here for her.

They would've died anyway. Was the first thing that comes to mind when Byron has to listen to this even if he doesn't say this out loud.

"If this did happen, then I have no idea, Lil. You just reacted." And it's not the first time that she's lashed out like that. Again, he keeps this to himself. "You were angry. Hysterical. People do things when their minds are addled." Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he continues on after a quick yawn, one which he tried to suppress as well. "And it's because you're /not/ thinking and you just let your powers run wild. It happens." Though it's never happened with him.

There is this moment where he feels as if he may as well give up on sleep because she's too troubled to head there herself that he shifts once more, having this urge to sit up and turn on the news if that will sate her worries. "Want to see if anything was reported?" He doesn't really want to, he's far too comfortable resting in bed, but he'll do it if she really needs some sort of confirmation.

Lilith is quiet while listening to Byron, then she draws away to really look at him in the lack of light, to let her eyes focus and watch him while visibly piecing out his words and reaction. And the man is either on purpose or accidentally good at being persuasive, because instead of getting agitated at his sleepy dismissiveness and ease in being told what a nasty little murder bot she is... it's kind of contagion, almost like the yawn that takes her suddenly, hand dropping to pressure flat at his bare chest and rub down his center to the stomach, "You're yawning and it's making me yawn, is this a trick to make me shut up and sleep? Yawns and the news drone?" Her lips even twitch in the low light with almost smile at him after the accusation of cleverness.

The woman's fingers turn low on his abdomen, pressure easing up to drag fingers in feathery tickle and graze up to his chest again while speaking more seriously, "No. Don't turn it on. It's probably fine. You're right, we would have heard or noticed or been told something at this point if I actually Kevorkian'd a whole ICU or something. It was just odd and disturbing to realize the lengths I can go to, I guess. And that I'm capable of wilting whole people and exploiting their weaknesses to literal death. It felt... icky. Maybe that's enough to make me not even try to do it again."

She drops her face down alongside his neck to kiss when she's done rationalizing along with him, and while she may not be done feeling certain ways, she seems... calmer somehow, just confessing and getting it out. Maybe Catholics are on to something, who knows. Then she has a sudden curiosity hummed at his skin, "Baby?" Head pulling up some to look at him again with a blink, she suddenly really understands what happened to her because it's the thing Byron does, right? Maybe. Seems less scary that way somehow, so she asks, "What happened to me, is that what you do? Like with the Christmas farm? It comes across that vivid? Can you do nice ones that vividly too?"

Smiling brightly in this darkness, Byron is both amused that she would call him out on his trickery (which in truth was not a tactic that he had planned to use. It just happened) and somewhat relieved that she's no longer leaning heavily on these thoughts that she may have nearly killed, or almost killed, several patients at the hospital. That smile still on his lips, his eyes follow the gentle trail which Lilith draws down his chest, leading to his abs. However, once the word 'drone' is spoken, the smile he wears seems locked on his face and even the smile which may be seen in his eyes if the room weren't so dark, but there's something about them that would've hinted at some discomfort from that word alone. He'd encountered drones recently. Destroyed one of them.

In fact, while he may have wanted to return back to bed, another factor from that same memory now comes to the forefront of his mind. A voice, some words that he recalled hearing (again) once he'd gone to sleep and something that he expected to hear in his mind if he went back to sleep again.

Can you see?

Pairing those words with what happened to Lilith and... the giant eye in the darkness that was staring down on him and the others, all of that stirs up this uneasiness within him. Then she mentioned Kevorkian and it pulls him from his thoughts. "You're a brilliant star glowing in the shadows. I don't think I could ever be surprised by anything that you can and would do. Not anymore. We've all gone through a lot. We've witnessed just how much power you wield." Leaning back in full, seeing no need to get up out of bed anymore, that smile returns in full. "And yet, here I am. There are people out there who are probably afraid of what you can do. I'm not afraid."

Feeling her lips press upon his neck, he brings a hand up to rest against her hair, brushing through those dark locks. She's here, so concerned about using people's weaknesses against them, that he'll openly admit, "That's sort of what I, and others like me, tend to do. We can make your greatest fears come true-- in your mind anyway." He doesn't do it often, but when he does, he's willing to cause some trauma to a person's mental state. Something which he, himself, is quite proud of.

"I don't know if what the bird did is similar to what I can do. Or if it's the exact same power. Veil things seem to be able to do more. More than any of us could ever do. But... I suppose it could be considered the same, even if I don't think that the bird, itself, was a mind reader." He's not even certain of what she wants to hear, not in regards to his powers anyway. "I've made a bridesmaid at some wedding from hell during Halloween go through her worst nightmares over and over again until she fucked off and let me go about my business. I, personally, had no idea what she was experiencing at that moment, because while I can push ideas and emotions into her mind, I can't really read her thoughts."

Licking at his lips, he just shakes his head, "You know, I have /no/ idea how vivid they are. The illusions. The emotional stress that I, we, can push onto people. I've never experienced any of that myself. Not on a personal level." Lifting his head slightly, chin raised, he meets her kisses with some of his own, before she can feel his lips, murmuring against her hot mouth, "Of course, I can, but it would be a lie which will vanish, just like that." Curious now, his head rests against his pillow once more, "None of it is real. I just have the ability to make people believe that it is."

"Fair point. I shouldn't sound so curious when I have a whole lot of nice and vivid things to feel right here..." Lilith moves her hand from Byron's chest again, this time slipping with palm and fingers all the way down his toned midsection under the sheets. Her hand takes a last minute path, though, to grip a taunting/appreciative and possessive little pinching squeeze at the top of his inner thigh, close to brush of intimacy, but not quite. But then because Byron rarely talks about how he uses his powers in other contexts than an item reading, she backs up conversationally after her nip at his skin with fingertips' curl.

Feathering touch back to rub on his stomach, Lilith suddenly slips her leg over to shift herself into laid forward straddling on Byron's body under the sheets with sinuous slink and fabric rustling, "I guess... I know some of the awe you can do now too. Also, honestly..." The brunette balances with her hands on either side of the pillow to hang over the man's face, sending her hair in sudden tickle over his cheeks before continuing, "You should use that tactic on all bridesmaids at all weddings if they find themselves interested in you and not-fucking-off-the-other-direction. Those bitches get a horrible case of the wedding hormones."

Lilith drops her face down suddenly for a kiss after her dry approval of him being a mean bastard to a bitch in a dress taking too much Byron-Interest (real or Veil/Dream). And that kiss is suddenly passionate and rough with another subtle bout of creeping fiestiness now that she's less anxious about the day before as a whole. Something must have triggered in Lilith with the word 'drone' too after the fact, further prompted by his recount of a hell experience she wasn't around for, "I'm glad you aren't stuck in Hell DMV and that you're feeling so good and whole under me." It sounds genuine despite the phrasing, weighted with gratitude and affection. It's worrisome, maybe even irrational levels of bothersome, when something happens to one of them and the other isn't there.

Then suddenly she remembers, eyeing him in the dark close hover quarters, "... you know morse code?"

Even as Lilith's touch caresses a trail down his torso once more, Byron's mind can't help but return to the bird outside of that window. It knew the names of individuals who were important to them in some way, whether it was good or bad. The thing knew how to hit them hard, but how? Even he can't read minds enough to pull those specific names out of people. No, that magic was not like his, it was straight out of the Veil and the Dark Men.

Even though he was dismissive of it before, there's another brilliant smile across his lips when he decides that maybe he was being too harsh with his judgment, "We could try it if you like. If it's as real as people make these illusions," He's not quite sure what the bird pecking out Lilith's eye was. An illusion or just some trauma forced upon her mind, which is also an illusion, but different. Illusions were not powers that he used often. "If it was an illusion." Not having experienced these things himself, not on that scale, there's some confusion about all of it.

Feeling her weight shift upon him, her thighs parting to straddle him, his own form shifts beneath her, followed by the release of a soft groan. She'd teased him earlier with those roaming hands, lighting a hint of fire within him, but this was nice as well. With one of his own hands doing some roaming of their own, feeling the softness of her breasts, fanning out to firmly move up that slender neck of hers, and it eventually comes to a rest right behind one of her shoulders. The other cups at her ass, giving it a light squeeze.

"This was an entirely different event than just some thirsty bridesmaid, but I'll keep that in mind." He's all a-grin now too. There's this quiet now, as he sensually bites down on her bottom lip after hungrily breathing in her kisses. "It wasn't really..." He murmurs, their lips practically locked, "The DMV. It was more like a financial institution which different lines leading to different departments. If," He starts, brushing the scruff of his cheek over her chin as he drags his own kisses there, "I'd brought the documents I had in my possession there, you would be able to see how ridiculous it all was."

Then she asks something which, while it confused him at the time, he never gave much thought. "I guess I do." He resettles in full, his head resting flat against the pillow, "Funny thing is, I think I learned it in elementary or middle school? Surprised that I could still understand that nonsense."

Lilith murmurs after a long, audible pull of air in through her nose when Byron's hand takes a wander over the curves of her breasts, along her skin, long fingers spanning and caressing her neck and throat, "Maybe you should try it. Then we'll know, maybe. Science..." The woman pauses for a moment with her murmuring words, tilting her head into his touch before the hand goes to rest at her shoulder. He can feel the tailing of goosebumps on her skin despite the heat between them and under the bedding they're nestled into and under, and when the other hand settles with squeeze and cupping hold at her backside, the whole of her posture takes a shift with reflexes. It dips the small of her back at the spine, juts her hips and pressures the soft flesh into his hand, encouraging.

With the woman straddled over him and pitched forward like that, though, when Lilith moves, she unwittingly makes meeting graze of intimacy in small grind. It makes her sigh and forget where she was going with what she was about to say for a few beats, but eventually, she continues, "If we're learning, it's not playing extraneous with the ability, to be fair. But now..." Lilith nips back at Byron's bottom lip before his lips are at drag over her chin, then she looks at him with a vague smile, "I'm remembering what you kickstarted, how you made me feel unable to wait for pleasure, thinking of you. It makes me want to whisper filthy things to influence what you make me see and believe."

"Especially if..." Lilith shifts up straighter as Byron settles back, in partial, leaned forward sit that gaps the space between them and lets him see along the pale glow of her effeminate lines and curves, how she's positioned, how close they are to being joined, "I believe it so much it affects my body and we're here, like this..." Easing back down to lay, she nudges her nose with nuzzle at his bearded chin, whispering with drop of her voice for drama, "... because if you can make me shudder without even touching me, I might hop in that wedding dress on principle to nail that down."

Then she teases with pickup of her voice back into natural bed quiet and lull, eyes flicking up, "Also. Maybe that wasn't morse you knew, maybe you speak bird. What kind of nerd remembers morse code if they aren't a spy or naval agent? Tch. Don't you call me a nerd any time soon."

With a musing look on his face, his eyes exploring every inch of Lilith's body presented before him, Byron ponders this idea of giving her the best experience possible when it comes to what his mind can do. She can feel the groping hand at her curved backside tighten its grip as he feels the shift above him, followed by the sound of a quickly drawn breath in the darkness. At this point, the need to return back to sleep has completely faded from his mind and instead is replaced by this invigorating heat that knows exactly how he wants to spend the next few hours.

Leaning forward once more, his lips parted to breathe in her passion and essence through their mingling lips, tasting her hot mouth, her flesh. "That was all me." His soft voice practically moaning in the dark, his mouth still pressed against her skin, "How I felt at that moment. Knowing full well what I wanted to do to you." That was a long distance showing of power, something which, after Gohl's funeral, felt so closed off to him. It was disappointing really, but now there was hardly a day that went by where they didn't share a bed.

The hand at her shoulder reaches down to help position himself, brushing against her own heat there as those lips now form into a playful smile."In the heat of the moment, I think I'd be far too distracted to keep the illusion, the sensations going for too long." He'll wholly admit, even though he adds in, more in jest, Might be something to work up to. That said," He continues, "I could watch you writhe and moan for hours."

There was something else that Lilith needed to tell Byron she kept forgetting or putting off with a bit of wishywashy weighing, but she can't remember it with the rush of blood surging inside suddenly, heartbeat accelerated into thumps and quick batting flutter hits. She knows it feels negligible, though, in comparison as her body responds, he hears all the desire catch in her breath.

"... if you were particularly awful, you'd do it while I'm submissive or helpless, or in public. I can wait for that brand of awful. But right now..."

The brunette shifts more, at length, making a show for Byron before fully giving them the joining they want, all that pretty writhing and noise he’s so fond of in effect.

It prompts what she needed to tell him, but it prompts other ideas too, dangerous and wicked ideas with spin off while she moves, the words dropping quieter and throatier and darker the more she goes on.

"I was recently contacted... to serve as appraisal consult for an antique auction in Seattle after one of my go-to experts online suggested me to someone they know. Very attractive payment bid offer for two days work. Opens doors for later. But... very unattractive location, considering. Haven't answered yet." There's pause and breath and shudder before her head pulls up again to look at Byron again directly and intently, "I should be wary. Maybe refuse. But right now, like this, all I can think about…”

The woman paints a lewd, vivid picture for Byron with her words while finishing that sentence, then confesses, “…I want to capture it in image, knowing he'll find it, see how you take me for pleasure and claim me. I don't want his name to be a weapon, I want to be the weapon, the snake that bites him."

Then abruptly, all that waiting to come together in full, it’s done, they’re alight with each other, the shift to actual sex serving punctuation for a terrible idea.

... but she makes it sound so good with the low, breathy cadence of words and voice, so darkly satisfying on principle.

During the time that they slowly come together, physically, conversation is kept at a minimum. In fact, the only sounds coming from Byron is the sharp breaths drawn in with each pleasurable sensation felt, followed by audible groans. He enjoys this view of her in the low light, how their mixed heat fills them with passionate fire, but the chill of the winter still has its effects, feeling that hot and cold of her flesh wherever his hands and mouth roam.

Her little tease about public play brings a silent smile to his lips. She really was the kinky one, perhaps due to her former profession. That sort of thing never came to his mind because he's all about image and there was no need to try and shame or embarrass her. That was saved for one's enemies, at least in his mind! But this idea that she was so open to it, does have him thinking and she can feel his warm breath against her skin as he laughs, "That sounds awful." He's probably joking. Probably. But he will add on, "In a twisted delicious way."

Bodies initially gentle with motion, he gives her the floor to talk, though in truth, his mind is elsewhere and everywhere. He's admiring her body, enjoying that pleasure that continues to build up within him all while he can hear her voice droning in the background. "Mmm..." He murmurs, "Seattle?" That helps bring some of that tension back into him, though in truth, he has no idea how long Grant is planning to stay in Washington State. Like Byron, the man had work to do, so unless he moved to the PNW... Perhaps that's something to look into. Still, he always overly cautious. His momentum picks up. It could be due to this distrust in the offer presented to Lilith or the temptation of what she mischievously says next, but she can feel the strength in his hands clutching at her waist and her hips.

While it might sound like a devilish idea, and he’s terribly preoccupied right now, his torso twists to try and reach out for his phone on the nightstand, feeling his way in the darkness, sensing it get knocked off to fall on the mattress beside them. "Shit."

"It probably is awful in the supermarket line..." Lilith agrees, then breathily starts to carry on with supposing, at least a little, before she's taken with a sudden noise that's not one of the low and droning moans, feminine noise-tinged sighs, or intermittent gasps between all of these things that keep spilling out of her. "But pulling me aside to--" It's a slip of helpless, lustful cry, body and noise response to the tightening grip and quicker motion.

The woman pitches forward to try and get at his mouth with capture and helpless rasp of half-laugh for a beat when the phone falls and Byron cusses under his breath. It's a distraction to keep him from even bothering to try and get the phone again right now, the words out of her in stunted whisper, once more at his lips after all that show, "Mmm, shhh, c'mere. Just... I'll pose for you when... mmm, fuck me. Fuck me, Byron. Fuck me." It's so soft and pretty and sexy, but at the same time aggressive (and maybe even downright demanding). Until he physically decides her body is otherwise, she stays pitched forward after that, sound and breath and tongue and lips a tempest while her hips roll.

Finally. Lilith is ready to shut the fuck up. Relatively speaking. She's still a lot of noise. Just... the preferable kind.

Her mention of the supermarket line fiasco and how terrible it would be if he used his mental abilities to make her squirm, brings out this amused laughter which comes out in a few heavy breaths. If Byron were to respond, he's far too physically and mentally distracted and wrapped up.

His annoyance was also growing. If it's not thoughts of Grant Turner trying to lure Lilith into a trap, it's the dropped phone. But Lilith is there to further distract him, taking his lips with her own, a move that has him facing her in full again, the exploring hand returning to cup at her cheek to drink her in once more. In truth, once that phone fell, for the briefest of moments, it's a bright beacon in the low lit room, before going black once more.

And now she's ushering him on, there was no need to hold back.

Generally, this little woman tends to tell or let Byron know exactly what she wants when she wants it, and this is not quite an exception. But given the way she's comparatively wired in these sleepless wee hours of the morning with a full head spilling onto him via all that talk... Lilith took her sweet time about actually fucking Byron, in truth. Some of that seems to be design and gradual stoking, though-- during the verbal venting, hands, and grinding body lead up... she worked to try and feed his eyes, his mind's lust to further spur the physical moment when it culminates. Perhaps it's also about her own pleasure in feeling Byron's eyes intense on her body and everything she does, the seeing and feeling him respond.

There's definitely perks to it, though, patience testing aside. They're both so wound, time passes, they’re driving each other to the eventual finish.

But even when it’s done, these vengeful little idiots aren’t done at all. As stated before, Lilith wants to kick the hornet’s nest that is Grant Turner and so does Byron.

"... don't forget to check the flash." Lilith's mouth suddenly twitches with smile while watching the man and breathing heavy when it’s done, wits gradually returning, voice whispery, "... you know. When you can move."

From his prone position, resting heavily on his back, Byron’s chest raises and lowers in quick succession as he fights to catch his breath. "You are," He'll start with a shake of his head, "I know that I say it all the time, but you are amazing." Taking in another deep breath, he finishes with, "And incredibly beautiful." For a time, he just relishes in this vision of her, bringing his dark gaze to wander over her sexy body, this smile spread out across his lips. After yet another breath, he finally draws himself up-- first to lean in for a smiling kiss, secondly, to finally get ahold of that phone of his.

After some adjustments, he takes a few pictures of her, complete with flash, in various positions. He even makes an appearance in some of them, or at least parts of him, for the most part he keeps his and her faces obscured, taking away the chance that Turner might try to use these pictures as ammunition against them. However, after brightening the room ever so slightly, he dares to make a recorded video which gives a far more intimate view. Even as he moves the camera along the length of her body, he can't help but lavish her with playful, yet sensuous kisses, all of which may even be caught on the recording.

Eventually, they've had their fun (in more ways than one). He should be getting up and changed for that morning jog, but instead, at least for a few more minutes, he'll cradle Lilith in his arms to enjoy this last fleeting moment before morning finally hits.

There's not an ounce of trepidation at creep on Lilith about posing so lewdly for camera deliberately to be seen by someone other than the man behind the phone and camera. She's all slink of slow motion and bodily purring around, the bouts with Byron and poses on the bed while moving just so, flushed from sex… it's all lovely for capture. She's not overbearing modelesque, it's all natural lust and desire fueled. And perhaps the principle of that is more poignant than some of the more salacious bits.

Because see, what's also captured, and what Byron also probably knows and feels, is that Lilith isn't posing for Grant at all, or even the camera itself. Everything she does is tailored to Byron's dark and watching eyes and she feeds off of it. It's who and what she's posing for given the way her own eyes are all for him. Any shared nasty triumph comes later for the woman (when they're uploaded to what's no doubt a conveniently hacked storage cloud with the other videos).

And when it's all done, Lilith tells the biggest lie while Byron takes the time to cuddle her with stall of his own routine, soft and warm and melted bodily with residual pleasure and sleepless fatigue after all that, "Maybe I'll come run with you..." Pffft, absolutely no intention of that this morning because she knows he's apt to tell her to stay in bed after he knows she was lacking sleep. Also she's cuddled on him like a dead weight kitten with her eyes fighting close before they close entirely. Who wants to wake that precious heap of skin and curve and fragrant hair? ...even if she did poke him awake before 4 AM.

Anyway, she at least thought about it. Then noped and thought about staying awake to make him breakfast while he was gone, hence the struggling eyes that seem to think staying up because he is seems more fair. Nope. She'll totally get him lunch, though.

Also Lilith and Byron just tried to deliberately enrage a malignant narcissist stalker billionaire because they can and want. Which might be a little stupid. Who knows. For now.