Obsession
by Mooncatx
^,,^
the Bliss Crimson
Song Fic originally for Pride Day
OBSESSION- Fem 2 Fem
You don't know what you're doing to me
The blonde woman stared at the dance floor in disbelief. The last person she'd ever expected was swaying to the music by herself. Auburn hair that was normally worn tied back in a conservative manner during the day, was loose and wild. The tastefully conservative business dress was gone as well, and smooth bare, human limbs wove under the club's strobe lights. Her costume did little to conceal her rounded curves, with only a brief halter and skirt that was no better than a loin cloth. Green eyes sparkled with cruel mirth and Robyn Canmore realized that they were staring right back at her.
Obsession
Let it go
She'd only come to the club to get away from the rest of the guys from the so called "Redemption Squad". Their constant, childish come ons had grated on her nerves one too many times, and she'd decided to risk the New York club scene rather than take a chance at blowing her 'get out of jail free card' by skinning Fang's furry hide or cutting the superior smile right off Yama's gargoyle face. It was bad enough when human males kept putting the make on her, but these guys were pushing the species barrier! At least Matrix, inhuman though the nanotech entity was, had offered to provide transportation from the base to the city.
Here, before sunset, the former Hunter thought she'd only have to deal with human monsters. She'd only been half right.
Obsession
Let it go
Demona put extra roll in her hips as she moved to the music, and looked over her shoulder at the scowling woman sitting at the bar. That was a face she hadn't expected to see here. So little Robyn Canmore had managed to slip her leash. Even though the gargoyle knew that the blonde Hunter had been given an early release, Demona hadn't been able to find out where the woman had disappeared to after leaving Riker's. Her resources as Dominique Destine had come up blank, hitting the brick wall of security given to government covert operations. Was Canmore recruited by the Feds now? Or CIA? Or some other less visible, more expendable group of operatives.
Did it matter? Whatever her affiliation now, Robyn Canmore had been born and bred a Hunter. Did she still consider all gargoyles her prey? Was she here hunting "the Demon" like her father and his fathers before him? If so, how had she managed to track Dominique Destine to this club of all places? Or could it possibly be that Robyn was here by chance? That opened up a whole other realm of possibilities.
Robyn didn't look dressed for hunting. Not in the five inch heels of her thigh high boots. They buckled up the sides, all the way from ankle to the bare strip of flesh between foot gear and the micro mini dress. The liquid gleam to the scarlet ensemble meant PVC, and matched the fingerless gloves that swept up to end in buckles over her toned upper arms.
No, Robyn Canmore might be hunting, but it wasn't Gargoyles she was after tonight.
I can't stop,
Can't let it go
It had to be coincidence. But Demona didn't know if it could be considered a good or bad one. The person who'd asked to meet her here hadn't shown yet, and if she didn't make it before sunset, the meeting was a wash. A disappointment, because the exchange of goods would have netted Demona the final ingredient for the Lazarus Spell. But in the meantime, no need be bored. Baiting the female Hunter would a pleasant enough way to pass the time.
Demona was fairly sure the blonde wouldn't open fire in the middle of a crowded human club, not if she wanted to keep her sweetly rounded ass out of prison. And really, what would it gain her if she did? Robyn had to realize by now that "the Demon" the Canmore family had chased through the centuries would not be killed by ordinary means. All she'd get would be a one way trip back to Rikers before the scars of the particle beams even had a chance to cool.
The music increased it's tempo, and Demona let her self go with it. Her every sensuous undulation was a challenge... She danced just for the Hunter. Slowly, she mouthed the words "You... can't... touch... me..."
Seeing Robin's lips tighten, her eyes narrow, Demona threw back her head and laughed.
Obsession let me go
Obsession let me go
The beast was taunting her! Robyn watched the display with grim fury. How dare she? Had she absolutely no sense of shame? Of course not, Robyn berated herself, what demon had conscience? Even though Robyn had learned that not all gargoyles were evil, she knew in her heart, blood, and bone that at least this gargoyle was a monster. Even if Demona was able to masquerade as a human during the day, her true nature was revealed by the night.
And sunset was not far off. Even though it was the middle of summer, and the days were long, they didn't go on forever. Though Robyn did not know the mechanics, she'd observed Dominique Destine closely while working as her personal assistant, and was certain that change occurred at night fall, and that the beast had no control over it. In that case, unless the monster wanted to jeopardize her human identity, she'd have to leave or have her secret revealed to an entire club full of people.
With all the anti-gargoyle feeling the Quarrymen stirred up, Dominique Destine's business interests would be ruined if she publically turned into her gargoyle form.
Now wouldn't that be a shame.
I walk the streets at night
tonight
Robyn moved through the crowd on the dance floor. A small space had opened around the auburn haired woman who moved as if it were her last night on Earth, and she intended to go out with bang. Robyn would give her a bang alright. But not the way the monster might expect.
I walk the streets at night
tonight
Demona watched the approaching blonde with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. She hadn't thought Robyn would be provoked enough to confront her face to face. Would she cause a scene? Even a little trouble could land the ex-con back into her holding cell, if it was handled just right.
Now wouldn't that be a shame.
Let it go
Robyn cut her way through the other dancers with the speed of a lioness moving through a flock of lambs. There was something about the scarlet clad woman that spoke threat. There was pure predator in her movement and the smoky promise of danger in her smile. There were no few sighs as she passed. More than one dancer wished the beautiful, if menacing blonde was headed in her direction. But they parted, anticipating her path. Who else could she be aiming for but the equally stunning woman flaunting herself so wildly? The red head hadn't accepted any advances since she arrived, but no one doubted that the blonde would get what she wanted.
What you're doing to me
Demona continued dancing, but braced herself for the first punch. She would defend herself afterwards, but she wanted it clearly obvious that Robyn had been the attacker. After the dust settled, one way or the other, one more Hunter would be safely out of her hair again.
Robyn entered the dancing woman's personal space, and began matching moves with her. The surprise on Demona's face was almost worth the cost of not strangling the monster then and there. But for Robyn's plan to work, Demona had to be off guard. Off balance enough to forget the time.
Can't stop, can't let it go
If Demona's movement were primitive heat, wild and uninhibited, then Robyn's was the opposite. Sleekly sophisticated, she insinuated herself close to the other woman, gradually gaining control of the dance through a use of controlled seduction of movement. And Demona had to either blend her style into Robyn's or clash jarringly. She counted on Demona's vanity to keep the gargoyle in human form from rebuffing the Hunter's challenge.
Frowning, not quite understanding how it had happened, Demona found her movements tamed to a slower, more sensuous beat... and then Robyn began touching her...
Not the punch or kick Demona was expecting from the woman... But...
Demona's skin shivered as Robyn's fingertips traced over the bare skin of her midriff. What was the Hunter doing? What kind of attack was this? It was... distracting...
Obsession let me go
Obsession let me go
Robyn felt a shock run through her when she began to lightly caress her deadly foe. Warm heat rolled through her and settled in her loins. She hadn't expected her plan to distract 'the Demon' would affect herself so intensely. Her breath caught in her throat when Demona's human hands settled on the slick surface of the scarlet PVC dress and began to rub slowly over Robyn's curves. She knew Demona was only checking for weapons, trying to figure out what Robyn was up too... But when searching green eyes locked onto her blue gaze, Robyn couldn't look away. She felt her lips part...
What you're doing to me
Demona had no idea what Robyn's game was, but if the Hunter thought she'd catch a gargoyle with a millennia of experience off guard with just a dance, she was sorely mistaken. Whatever gamble the blonde woman was making, Demona was more than happy to up the stakes. Letting her hands slide behind Robyn, Demona danced closer, until their bodies pressed together, moving as one to the seductive music. While blue eyes widened in surprise, Demona brought one hand behind Robyn's head and pulled her into a open mouth kiss...
Obsession
Obsession
Robyn felt the demon's tongue slide against her own. Wet, warm, aggressive... Beneath her scarlet skirt, liquid heat pooled deep with in, and Robyn felt the ache of need... She kissed back, answering the thrown gauntlet with disturbing eagerness. It was only to keep the beast busy, she told herself. It was only part of the plan...
She moaned softly as Demona's explorations grew more intimate...
Let it go
How far was the Hunter willing to let this go? Demona began to have doubts there were limits. So far Robyn seemed open for any advance... Which could only mean the seductive blonde was trying to buy time. Time...
What time was it!?
Green eyes that had been drifting shut fluttered open in awareness. Of course! The little tramp was trying to trick Demona into losing track of time. Trapping the Hunter's long time prey into revealing her gargoyle nature in front of witnesses. Keeping her busy until it was too late, and the transformation caught her in the middle of the club.
Well, wasn't she a clever minx. Too clever for her own good. Demona decided it was time for the Hunter to become the Prey...
to be continued