Dancing In The Rain

Dancing in the rain ❤️

This is adorable without context

With context though....😶

Blitz was overjoyed when Moxxie full-on tackled him like that, diving fearlessly into the fray, and he clung right back. The playfighting was maybe a little silly, considering neither of them would ever actually try to hurt the other--the scratching and biting was all harmless, the rolling and tussling was just fun, and Blitz was always mindful of his horns. His tail went right around Moxxie in return, and he laughed and swore and panted as they became an impish tornado, rolling down the alley in a chaotic blur.

By the time they made it to the next sidewalk over, they ran into someone--or someone ran into them. The being was a Goetia, tall and stately, with iridescent green-blue feathers that hugged close to his body like scales... and black eyes. Deep, endless voids. When the two imps fetched up against him, he stopped walking and looked down at them in bemusement.

"Two prominent members of the local imp population, brawling in the dirt?" he mused, before offering each of them a hand up. "I suppose this particular city is well-named. I trust this is a friendly scuffle?"

Surprised, Blitz took the asshole's hand and stood, only reluctantly letting go of Moxxie. "Damn right. Anyone ever actually tries to hurt him, they gotta deal with me. The fuck do you want, Vepar?"

"Ah, you remember me!"

"Hard to forget."

Vepar smiled, then looked over at Moxxie. "I heard a rumor that it is your birthday," he said, because this thread could totally be time-shifted to take place on his birthday, right? Totally a thing. "May you have a very pleasant day, sir." He actually bowed to Moxxie, a graceful little move that looked sincere, despite very possibly being mockery.

Blitz narrowed his eyes, unable to tell which it was, unsure how to feel about this whole thing. But it wasn't his choice to make. Moxxie was a grown-ass man, smarter than Blitz was, and could decide for himself how he felt about this dude talking to him.

Moxxie sped after Blitzo, dodging the obstacle and keeping his eye on the other imp with some difficultly but once he tapped into his 'zoomie' mode there was no stopping him. He saw Blitzo disappear into his hiding spot and realized he had lost his vision of him but knew he would be able to find him if he stayed focus so he remained full-speed ahead, even zipping right between two bigger demons who jumped back in shock at the sight of the red blur that barely touched the ground.

When he reached the dumpster, his small hooves pattered across the cement as he searched the area for Blitzo. Blitzo shooting out from hiding to attack his ankles was almost fully expected, so Moxxie let out a playful bleat, pretending to be more surprised than he was. And he dropped to the ground so he could tangle into a play-fight with his friend, the way a cat would cling on to their playmate. His tail wrapped around Blitzo's waist to hold him into place and he returned the ankle chomp with a playful headbutt, locking his horns with Blitzo's. He wasn't the rough and tumble type so he didn't apply much force to the headbutt but it was enough to mimic the kind of playfighting cats do. He also had to be careful not to actually headbutt Blitzo, lest he give a goat-like sparing hit.

Quick reminder, because there may be a really emotional BDSM scene starting soon here (under read-mores, but still): my tag for explicit adult shenanigans is just NSFT. So if you're not already filtering that and would like to be, it would be good to add that to your filters now ❤

Also that lil goat was the most precious, pure, angelic being in all of creation and I am SO PROUD OF THEM.

Fuck. Fuck, that rejection had been quick and complete. Blitz stood there for a moment, watching her go and just--fuck. Trying to process. What had he done wrong? Was it the affection behind the kiss? Behind all of this? Was she just embarrassed that he'd kissed her in front of people? His face burned in shame at the thought, memories of Ozzie's returning the humiliation all over again. A hand pulled away then, a body shoved away now. Was it really so different? People might want him in private, but in public...?

No. Fuck that. Blitz shut that thought down, reminding himself of everything he was starting to understand, all the little pieces he was starting to put together about her. Sure, it wasn't the whole picture, and he probably had put some pieces in the wrong places, but this woman? This woman was hurting inside. She was fighting to, what? Be left alone to suffer?

Was that what she really wanted?

If so, maybe there was a solution. Not a big solution, it wouldn't get them talking, because he wasn't about to spring serious emotional topics on someone during an S&M scene, but maybe it would help her. Maybe it would help them.

Blitz hurried to catch up. Reaching out, he grabbed her by the wrist to turn her to him--then immediately came up with a new plan. They were so damn close to the wall, he just pushed her against it. Not hard, and he sure as hell deserved a knee to the groin for it, but god damn it, he was going to fight, not beg, because if he begged with her? Visage was going to walk. She was going to let the darkness within rush up and take her, whatever it was from, whatever had happened, and she might never come out. So although this kind of roughness wasn't usually how he even considered treating his partners who were women, especially the ones who had been assigned female identifies at birth? He was doing it now. Holding her pinned, looking up, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Do you want to be punished, Viz? Is that what--"

No. Don't ask the rest of that, he told himself. If he asked it, she'd slam whatever part of her heart maybe wasn't already closed and locked. Stick to the filth. Stick to the physical. He shook his head, trying for a safer tactic. Well, emotionally safer for her--hopefully safe enough. Fuck, even if he couldn't do anything else for her, maybe he could give her this? A night of just goddamn surrendering, of stepping outside her pain?

Punishment she didn't deserve, for some crime she had probably never committed, but punishment he'd offer gladly if it would ease any of that ache that was slowly but surely fucking killing her, unless he was extremely fucking mistaken about what was happening with his baby.

So, forcing his tone to warm into something more playful and less emotional, Blitz shook his head.

"Couldn't figure it out at first, why you've been the way you have. But then I realized, maybe you're trying to show me you want to play. Maybe... you're being a brat. Looking for punishment. And maybe tonight, once you're free? You text me, I send you an address, and you show up, ready to check out for the night. We'll talk boundaries, I'll tell you..." The spade of his tail slid up her side, every bit as strong and dexterous as one of his hands, before slipping around her waist, "what I want to do to you. And for once, you don't think. Or feel. Or worry. You just let me blindfold you, and be there. Be my very, very good Visage."

Be mine and I will do anything and everything for you. Whatever it takes. Will a night of forgetting help you learn to trust me? Will it help you breathe, give you a moment of peace, away from the memories of Dhallia?

The sound of fast-approaching boot falls soon contrasted against the beat of the music strongly enough to warn the hellhound of Blitz's approach ... but not before he was already upon her, her head snapping up from her blank stare towards the table. Before she could even react, he was pulling her into a deep kiss that left her feeling emotionally concussed. Oh, they had shared more than a few hot and heavy kisses throughout their time together, it was true, but this ... was something entirely new that she didn't know how to process. This wasn't raw desire, this was something far more earnest ... and she once again found herself caught between painful longing and the instinctive need to run. This was danger ... this was vulnerability ... this was more than she deserved. Not from him, not from anyone. Not ever again. She'd had her chance and it was gone now. And you only have yourself to blame. It cut her like a knife to do it, but she sighed and shifted him off her lap while simultaneously sliding out of the booth to get to her feet, an expression somewhere pained grimace and an annoyed scowl creasing her lupine features. "Didn't I tell you that I'd call you after I got off work tonight...?" Too close. He was far too close. Physically, emotionally, in every conceivable way--down into the very marrow of her bones that did nothing but serve to further weigh down an anguished soul that was already far too heavy for any sane person to carry. To withdraw was a mercy, Visage convinced herself. Blitz only wanted her because he had yet to see the real her. The wounded wretch cowering pitifully beneath the badass party girl facade that everyone expected of her. It was better this way. It had to be this way. And yet... ...Even as she found herself starting to turn to walk towards the rear exit of the club--already mentally mapping her escape route towards the hallway that held the front door to her 'apartment'--some weak sentimental piece of her couldn't help but hope against all hope that even in the face of this rejection ... he would follow. For even as every cell in her body screamed 'Run and don't look back,' there remained the quietest of whispers, fragile and pleading, murmuring 'Don't give up on me.'