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Sweeter Than Heaven & Hotter Than Hell
by Archristol
Disclaimer: I don't own Bayonetta nor Jeanne. They belong to each other. Songs, celebrities, and/or brands mentioned aren't mine.
Chapter 1 - You and Me
Countless satellite footage of meteoric remnants from a fallen goddess, which descended unto the Earth's atmosphere, flashed through a widescreen plasma TV. In between these flashes were clips of awed news reporters and spectators who uttered confusion.
When the chaos died down, an obscure image of a tall woman was shown in silence. And, as she strode past a wall of fire, she cradled an unconscious woman in her arms.
A hand grabbed a remote from a lengthy glass coffee table and switched off the TV.
"Jeanne…" Bayonetta began in protest from the lavish black leather sofa across the TV. She laid there with her legs sprawled out comfortably.
"Luka's face will be presenting itself soon. I prefer to save his charms and good looks for later when we celebrate."
Bayonetta made a brief sound of laughter then looked at her with a smirk, "You know… You're so adorable whenever you're embarrassed."
"Embarrassed?" Jeanne encircled the couch to end up where Bayonetta's legs were. She eyed Bayonetta in query, a single hand on a hip.
"Yes. You can't deny the fact you get teary every time the news shows the part where you carry me."
"Ridiculous. My tear ducts have lost that ability centuries ago," Jeanne proclaimed.
Bayonetta gave her a steady and extensive stare. The smirk remained plastered on her makeup-less facade.
"Now, will you come eat the breakfast I've prepared for us before it gets cold?" Jeanne ignored the pressure to break and quickly retreated back to the three raised steps that led her to the kitchen.
Bayonetta blinked and the smirk was gone. Her eyeballs followed Jeanne until she could no longer see her without rotating her head a single degree. At first, she had an irritated expression about her; she failed to annoy. A second later, she grinned and rose from her lounged position; but she was right.
She took a seat from a round ebony wooden table, the smaller of Jeanne's two dining tables, and studied Jeanne as she chose a pitcher of pink lemonade from a stainless steel fridge and poured it into two boxy glasses. She brought and set them on their respective coasters on the table then gingerly sat opposite of her.
Bayonetta glanced at her spacious square plate. It contained a carefully prepared eggs benedict with sliced strawberries on the side. Meticulous as always.
Meanwhile, Jeanne hastily seized an eyeful of Bayonetta's morning look. Her wavy hair flowed around her natural aristocratic visage. Streaks of side bangs blocked some of her view to those eyes. Those stunning eyes. That straight nose. Plump lips. The beauty mark... Truly one of a kind. She wore a short silk indigo kimono robe on nothing but slightly toned creamy skin and undergarments. And truly provocative. At least she wasn't totally naked, unlike the first couple of weeks…
Bayonetta caught her watchful peer and threw her a warm fuzzy smile. Jeanne couldn't help do the same.
"Dig in," she said.
[-]
With you I'm brighter,
My eyes like lighters,
They shine inside my parka,
Up with the winds, up with the skies, up with the fears,
But you know with you I'm fine.
[-]
A subtle sound of music played as they ate. The track list was simultaneously mellow and upbeat.
Bayonetta waited after Jeanne swallowed her fifth or so bite before she blurted, "Have you remembered anything more about us?"
Jeanne froze.
Aside from her joint reminiscence with Bayonetta, she only remembered the fake identity and memories she had. They were most likely programmed by Balder ten years subsequent to Bayonetta's awakening.
A year back, Balder found her and merely revealed lies concerning her divulging superhuman qualities. One, a witch named Bayonetta wiped her memories five hundred years ago for, two, she almost lost the duel which resolved if she could take Jeanne's place on the Umbra throne or not. Three, Bayonetta stole her left eye, necessary for attaining command in the order. And four, they both must fight each other at their true potential in order to determine who deserves the power to rule the clan.
Those were the major deceptions Balder influenced her into thinking. The additional deceits were explanations to why Bayonetta was at the bottom of a lake and also at a memory loss, why the Lagunas should assist her in preparing Bayonetta for their final duel, where most of the sages and witches have disappeared to, who the Creator was, and how he possessed all this knowledge and could be trusted.
As for the past decade, she was certain she lived as a common human. In fact, she believed she was an unadopted orphan who became independent early on and embraced it. She started work as a fashion design assistant, climbed the levels, and grew into a creative director for Gucci. Three years before, she bought the large one story Malibu beach house that Bayonetta also occupied now.
"Nothing more," she honestly confessed in a monotone voice, back stagnantly upright.
"However, I do remember my brain throbbing like a mother whenever I try to recall anything, mind you," she added, her eyes affixed on Bayonetta's quite anxious ones, "You?"
"Apart from recognizing who I really was and you: my royal highness, sole savior, and best friend? I'm afraid everything else is also a blur," Bayonetta smacked her lips and fluttered her eyelids in a hint of displeasure.
All Bayonetta knew was that she was Jeanne's maidservant and only childhood friend. She spent the past twenty years hunting angels and finding clues to who she really was. Her personal life was temporary for she understood that she could be anyone at any instant.
"Give it a while. We can't expect to recover all or several of our memories in just a month of reuniting," Jeanne reassured her.
"If only there was a spell to heal the mind."
"If only…" Jeanne paused; her gaze was momentarily captured by something else in the distance.
+ To lose my mind, it's never easy, a shadow still, there's weight to me. +
"You trust me," she restored it on Bayonetta's, "don't you, Cereza?"
Bayonetta's eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. She was utterly appalled by the question.
Unbelievable. Has she gone mad? How could she even…?
Her slender hands reached over to find Jeanne's rested on either side of her half-eaten dish.
"Jeanne," Bayonetta squeezed her delicate long hands. "There's absolutely nobody else in this world I would rather trust," she emphasized with all the dignity and love she could muster for the woman.
"Tell me, who else can do – what you did for me?" Her cool spinel orbs held a fond affection over Jeanne's silver irises.
The corners of Jeanne's mouth curved upwards. A considerable weight in her chest lifted upon hearing those words.
Who else could do what she did? Toughen her, free her, save her, protect her, and love her unconditionally?
Their soft eyes locked for a whole minute. Neither could find the words to express what they felt for one another.
[-]
You and me, we're just fine,
One million invisible lines,
Out of your head and into mine,
You and me, we're just fine,
One million invisible lines,
Out of your head and into mine,
You and me, we're just fine.
[-]
"Well… Let's finish the rest of our breakfast, shall we?" Jeanne prompted the next move once again. Bayonetta complied and removed her firm grip on Jeanne's fingers.
"Get dressed as soon as you're done. Wear comfortable clothes. I need you to come with me somewhere afterwards. It'll be a short excursion."
Bayonetta leaned on an elbow and spoke slowly, "I think I might've seen your tear ducts quiver out a bit of a watery substance."
"Don't ruin the moment."
[-]
It was a bright and sunny day outside. The birds chirped and the smell of the windy breeze from the beach so close to them filled their noses. The temperature was hot enough to remind them it's summer, but cool enough for it to come from a California coast.
Jeanne was first to step out unto the cobblestone driveway. She was fresh and clean in a thin ¾ sleeved gray cardigan, belted short denim shorts, and metallic flip flops. Her pixie hair was a little unkempt, though it didn't matter.
Bayonetta was last. She sported a white buckle dress with flat T-strap sandals. Her hair hasn't been washed yet and was fixed up in a messy attractive bun.
"Where are you taking me?" Bayonetta asked.
"It's sort of a surprise," Jeanne winked and grasped her car keys to remotely unlock a sterling pearl white car. She took the wheel as Bayonetta took the passenger's side.
Jeanne pressed something near the HUD and the machine's convertible roof moved.
"An adult store?"
"Hhhmmm… No," and the engines revved.
"It can't be much of a surprise then."
"Hun, you possess witch powers. What's an adult store for?"
"Hmmph. Good point," Bayonetta, defeated, donned on oversized sunglasses at the same time Jeanne fashioned aviators.
"You trust me, don't you, Cereza?" Jeanne was beaming at her as she turned the Mercedes SLS AMG Roadster to leave its residence.
[-]
A stoplight dropped to a red light and Jeanne applied a weightless pressure on the brake.
"FUCK!" a young white boy driving a Mustang spotted Bayonetta and Jeanne on the lane to his left, "DUDE LOOK!"
"OH SHIT! YOU TWO ARE THE GODDESSES FROM OUTERSPACE!" his friend exclaimed in awe.
"Hey boys," Bayonetta lowered her shades and challenged their star-struck faces, "wanna race?"
A third full wave would've rolled over on the beach till boys finally replied, "Wha-what? Hell yea we do! Right bro?"
There were nods in the Mustang.
Jeanne shook her head with pursed lips in a disappointed manner; disappointed, but still in a good mood. She was checking herself on a side mirror.
"Damn Bayonetta. Girl, you know we love you right? Can you give us yo number?" the darker of the friends requested.
"Yea, baby girl. What he said."
"My number?" Bayonetta pulled a lipstick from her hair and a napkin out of the dash then scribbled a number to show them, "Like this?"
She was all smiles as she stretched an arm over to give the paper.
Unfortunately, the light went green.
Jeanne put the pedal to the metal, "Come and get it, bitches!"
As the Mercedes sprinted, Bayonetta laughed uncontrollably.
[-]
Their destination's streets seemed peaceful. None bothered them as they parked and got off the car.
"An animal shelter?" Bayonetta kept up with Jeanne, somewhat astonished, "You're getting a cat?"
"We. And a kitten actually," Jeanne blissfully opened the door to a medium-sized building.
"Good morning Jeanne and Bayonetta! We expected our beloved heroes would be here anytime soon," a man was up from his desk and regarded them with glee. Jeanne suspected he was the guy she talked with prior to leaving her estate. He was Dennis, she assumed.
His co-workers said hi and wondered why Bayonetta migrated ahead to the room where she heard kittens, though didn't dare stop her.
"Yes, Dennis. Have you readied the kittens?" she latched her aviators on the V-neck of her cardigan then extended her hand for a handshake.
"They're more than ready. Please come this way," he tried to catch up with Bayonetta, but she was already there.
"Ah. Aren't we excited?" he twisted the door handle then spread the door open.
"Exhilarated," Bayonetta stated with arms crossed.
Tiny felines meowed their squeaky meows and struggled to walk a straight line to the opening of their enclosed part of the room.
"Oooh. A Russian Blue," she lit up, squatted, and snatched the one who caught her immediate attention.
The shy one.
"Yup. Her mother was rescued from a fire while she was pregnant with her and her siblings last month. So you can say they were saved in the process too. Although, she was the only one the owner hasn't given away to other families," Dennis informed Jeanne, more so than Bayonetta.
"Awwggh!" it was kind of a harsh exaggerated aww; it meant very very cute. Bayonetta examined the pet, "We'll take this one. I'm set on this one." She kissed and embraced the critter who gawked and clawed lightly at her dress in response. Bayonetta suffocated her with her breasts.
Jeanne went beside her, bent down, and petted the timid creature.
"You're sure you want…" she inspected the quiet cat, "her?"
Jeanne gave some playful consideration to the assorted kittens which purred and fooled around under her.
"Yes. I'm sure," Bayonetta made brief eye contact with Jeanne when she made her decision.
"Alright. If you're so eager to get out of here," Jeanne mused.
"I love cats just as much as you, Jeanne. I'm quite confident that I want her."
"I'm glad you ladies like her. Usually, everyone takes the most playful cats and dogs. Don't you worry about the rest of them; playful kittens always find homes."
Jeanne stood, "Then it's settled."
[-]
The trip back was much slower than expected. Jeanne wasn't convinced it was all that difficult to wear a famous face until she went inside a market. It was their first time shopping as distinguished celebrities and it was a bitch. They bought food and necessities for the new family member whom Bayonetta carried for the whole duration.
"So… What's the final name?" Bayonetta probed.
They've pondered for an answer since the minute they left the shelter.
Jeanne opened the entrance to their home, "Luna?"
"Luna… Yes, that's it! It's perfect," Bayonetta was allowed to enter first. Luna mewed a reply.
Jeanne sighed. "How random. I couldn't come up with it 'til I unlocked the doors," she shrugged.
Bayonetta gave her a pat on the shoulder, "Good job, dear."
She released Luna to get her familiar with her new and permanent surroundings.
Jeanne closed the doors behind her, "It'll be a few hours before the award ceremony."
"Yes, yes. Get dolled up, yadda yadda yadda…" Bayonetta leisurely chased Luna who bolted to the bedrooms.
The kitten had gotten acquainted and loosened up pretty fast; she showed off her skills to Bayonetta and was bouncing off the walls.
Jeanne headed to the kitchen and organized their groceries. She carried all of the bags in one hand.
"Eggs. Meat. Vegetables. And drinks in the fridge…"
"My cereals and granola bars over here…"
"Cereza's unhealthy snacks on the bar…"
"Cat chow here…"
"NO-NO! BAD KITTY! DOOO~N'T! MOTHER FUUUH–AAAH!"
Jeanne rolled her eyes extremely far backwards; she thought it would pop out of the butt of her skull.
"JEANNE! I NEED YOU IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW! LUNA DID HER BUSINESS ON THE CARPET!"
Oh okay. She cuddled with the cat all she wanted but couldn't clean up after her? Great.
[-]
With you I'm brighter,
My eyes like lighters,
They shine inside my parka,
Up with the winds, up with the skies, up with the fears,
But you know with you I'm fine.
[-]
Luna slept on the foot of Bayonetta's large fiery red bed. The stain she made on the carpet vanished and the scent of the bright room suggested deodorizer plus a woman's fragrance of blended apple blossoms and sparkling pink champagne.
Jeanne walked in and read the analog clock in her room. 4:05.
"Almost set?" she asked and propped against a wall nearby.
Jeanne dressed sharply in a ready-to-wear Givenchy outfit that hasn't been released to the masses. Sleek volumized hair combed to the side. Simple makeup with a dash of glitter. Modest jewelry. Cream chiffon buttoned-up long-sleeves fell close to her skin. Requisite jodhpur-style anthracite leggings. And steely heeled stilettos. It proposed business, yet – abled to have some fun.
"Almost," Bayonetta responded from the chair in front of the dresser.
Jeanne approached her from behind and offered her assistance.
Bayonetta happily handed her the flat iron, "At what time does the afterparty start?"
"At eleven," Jeanne straightened her raven waist-length hair.
"Eleven? That's seven hours from now."
"The ceremony begins at six. I suppose it should conclude at seven. Nonetheless, I guarantee there will be a lot of questions by the media for us. I didn't arrange for an interrogation, but it's essential for various questions to be fulfilled or I'll have to go into damage control."
Bayonetta groaned, displeased, "Why don't we get a publicity agent?"
"I don't trust publicity agents. I am more than willing to do it on my own. Furthermore, they would still require information from – who else? Us. I will be speaking either way."
"You are such a perfectionist," Bayonetta was calm while she complained, "This means boring for me."
Jeanne inhaled deeply when she finished with the straightening, "You'll be fine."
"Who'll take care of Luna?"
"My reliable housekeeper is coming. You two haven't met."
"Is she hot?" Bayonetta got on her feet and glimpsed at Jeanne with mock curiosity. She went to check herself on the mirror within her walk-in closet. Jeanne followed suit.
"She's sixty," Jeanne smiled at the doorway.
"Oh."
Bayonetta spruced up in an ensemble that accentuated her voluptuous curves. Straight long hair. Catty shadowy makeup. Shiny dark navy Dolce and Gabbana corset seamed dress. Gold jewel earrings. Gold Greek-style bands. One enormous gold ring. Gold and black leather Balenciaga d'Orsay stilettos. Classy. Flirty. Edgy. Ready to party.
"You should wear a jacket," Jeanne recommended while she picked a phantom half-sleeved blazer with alligator lapels from a hanger.
"A jacket?"
"It'll be fitting for the ceremony. Just remove it come the afterparty."
"You and your pertinent formalities," Bayonetta snatched the blazer and swiftly put it on unbuttoned.
"Quit whining. You look equally chic."
Doorbells echoed in the house.
"That should be her. Come," Jeanne deduced and led Bayonetta out of her bedroom.
The front doors swung open.
"Miss Jeanne!" a lively elderly woman cried out in a distinguishable Filipino accent. She was tan-skinned and wore common clothing.
"Hello Lita," Jeanne uttered when she was hugged tightly. She patted Lita's back for a release.
"Oh, I missed you! I was so worried! I am so glad you are back and okay! You have to tell me what happened!" Lita swayed with Jeanne in the inescapable embrace.
"I know, I know. I will."
Bayonetta cleared her throat. Jeanne was thankful.
"Oh my goodness! I forgot about your girlfriend," at last, Lita released Jeanne and proceeded to Bayonetta.
"Hello Miss Bayonetta! It is so nice to meet you," Lita clutched both of her hands and brought them together with hers.
"Cereza, this is Lita. Lita; Cereza. And… We're friends," Jeanne disputed.
"But she is too pretty, ha? There is no other woman prettier for you," Lita grinned at Jeanne before she beamed at Bayonetta with twinkling eyes.
"It is good to meet you as well. And yes, we are just friends," Bayonetta added a gracious nod at just then winked at Lita.
Lita chortled like there was nothing else more hilarious.
Jeanne simply stood there, mouth agape in delighted disbelief.
These two would get along splendidly – tormenting her.
[-]
You and me, we're just fine,
One million invisible lines,
Out of your head and into mine,
You and me, we're just fine,
One million invisible lines,
Out of your head and into mine,
We're just fine. We're just fine.
[-]
The award ceremony at LA's Griffith Park went smoothly for Jeanne. It was packed with commoners, notable celebrities, and politicians. The actual awards acceptance only lasted for thirty minutes. First, Barack Obama gave a speech on behalf of America and the whole world. He declared that the evidence was clear – divine intervention could've brought an end to the world. Thus, the world should be eternally grateful for their heroes. He finished with a joke about how everything they captured in space resembled a videogame. Second, Bayonetta and Jeanne contributed their own separate acceptance speeches; where Jeanne promised to explain further regarding the events that transpired and the different worlds they lived in in its entirety. After that, Jeanne continued with the prolonged press release which ended the whole ordeal at around eight o'clock.
Eventually, the duo was invited to dinner by the president for a private discussion. Bayonetta and Jeanne were to be given seats in the UN to represent themselves. Jeanne also pledged a hand in national security and foreign aid whenever their help is required. Bayonetta merely agreed to everything Jeanne vowed. It was the beginning of pain-in-the-ass hard labor. She should be damned for being so noble. Perhaps it was far better in the casket.
Sooner or later, it was time for the afterparty.
[-]
A red carpet was stretched out in front of the Mondrian Hotel in West Hollywood. Fans, paparazzi, news, and entertainment news reporters all rallied at the edge like it was the last of the Oscars. Celebrities that barely even knew Bayonetta or Jeanne came to show their support – and to plan business opportunities. The crowd roared as the friendly couple strutted the carpet in finale.
"BAYONETTA AND JEANNE! WE LOVE YOU!"
"BAYONETTA, I WANNA FUCK YOU!"
"JEANNE, IS IT TRUE YOU'RE A LESBIAN?"
"PLEASE SIGN MY SCREENSHOTS OF YOU!"
"JEANNE, CAN YOU SHOW US YOUR LYNX FORM?"
"HOW DID IT FEEL WHEN YOU TWO FELL FROM HEAVEN?"
The powerful magnet of fame had little to no effect on them as they modeled for the unstoppable wave of blinding camera flashes.
Solo poses.
A daring look to the left.
A happy look to the right.
A stoic look straight forward.
And together.
A hand on each other's hips.
A daring look to the left.
A happy look to the right.
A stoic look straight forward.
And the finishing pose.
"JEANNE, HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH BAYONETTA?" the last version of the question reverberated as they were about to walk inside the hotel.
"No, I haven't!" Jeanne implied loudly to end the charade.
Bayonetta held a peace sign in the air to signify her departure – then held it near her mouth and wiggled her tongue in between, "But we plan to!"
Jeanne pulled her inside.
[-]
The SkyBar boomed with loud music and celebrated chatter. Its presence was dark and foreboding, but the people who populated it proved otherwise.
A chip dropped and successfully completed a Connect Four.
"Oooh. I win again," Jeanne announced to her companions on the booth.
"Wow. You're too good at this," Gisele Bundchen submitted to her loss in a Portuguese accent.
"Haha! Five times… Man, I bet she's using some superpower or somethin'," Diddy clapped in agreement.
Jeanne chuckled her trademarked chuckle, "Tricks are for kids. This involves simple logic, which everyone has on this table… I presume."
"Okay, Jeanne. We get it. You're the winner. Geez," Kim Kardashian has been dubbed a sore loser by her sisters in the past, but she kept no grudge against Jeanne for this game.
"Very well, I'll pass the next round. You guys play," she sat upright and crossed her legs, a hand on her knee.
"Kimmy's just in a bad mood 'cause Bayonetta's ass is way bigger than hers."
"So true."
Khloe and Kourtney Kardashian's hands met in a high five.
"Shut up," Kim directed the comment mainly at Khloe; everyone giggled.
"Okay. Me versus Kim. Let's do this," Diddy got in his Connect Four game stance.
They emptied the grid as Jeanne's hawk eyes searched for Bayonetta in the crowd.
She stayed on the pole where she pole danced, danced, and sang with tipsy promiscuous women. One would guess if she was a former professional dancer. Her body flowed to the song in captivating rhythmic gyrations that made Jeanne watch intently. Men, Luka included, gaped below them like hungry wolves. From time to time, she graced them with a touch of her hands and a licentious gaze. Admittedly, it was all in good fun.
+ Help me; I broke apart my insides, help me; I've got no soul to sell. +
+ Help me; the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself. +
+ I wanna fuck you like an animal. +
"Is Bayonetta working?" Gisele suddenly inquired, who noticed Jeanne was observing Bayonetta, speechless.
There was energetic cheering and strategizing for the next winner on their table.
"She will soon. We've already received calls from numerous modeling companies, such as yours: IMG," she answered with a small smile then returned her eyeballs to Bayonetta's direction.
"Yea, she should accept."
"I've told her. All she must to do is fill out the paperwork and schedule the proper appointments. Likewise with Victoria's Secret Angels, they want her – desperately."
"Haha. I would want her badly too. That amazing body on billboards, magazines, catalogs… Can you imagine?"
"No… I can't imagine…" Jeanne's stare widened as she saw Luka step on the elevated platform.
His hands were partly on Bayonetta's rear as it rubbed against his groin in repeated motions. It wasn't her intent since she just danced like usual when he snuck behind her – but she didn't exactly mind the invasion of space either.
+ I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside. +
+ I wanna fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed. +
Jeanne felt a tiny bit irritated; however, she retained her vision on them. It was just a basic social act prominent in all nightclubs and parties. There was no reason to be troubled.
She seized her Bacardi Mojito from the tabletop and took a sip from its straw.
Gisele bumped her in playful annoyance, "If you wanna go dance, go dance. Stop looking at them."
"Yea, I'm ready! I wanna see you dance, Jeanne. Let the freak out!" Diddy overheard and rubbed his hands while he licked his lips for encouragement.
"Perhaps I will, if you would stop doing that."
"Haaa! Okay. Anything to see you on the dance floor, babe."
Jeanne's attention was back on Bayonetta. Still, they danced together. How completely bothersome. Of all the men in the club…
Then – Bayonetta sensed Jeanne's piercing eyes over her.
Bayonetta smiled deviously.
She abruptly stepped off the minor stage. All the boys were clearly unhappy; especially Luka, who looked startled.
Jeanne's heart beat faster as she cut through the crowd like a blade.
Gisele: "Oh, is she coming over here?"
Diddy: "I think she wants me."
Kourtney: "No, honey. She's not interested in you."
Khloe: "Let's compare their butts!"
Kim: "Stop it Khloe. I swear, you're so annoying!"
Jeanne: "Where are the bathrooms?"
"Hi bff. Hey lovelies." Bayonetta positively made it and sat on Jeanne's lap without warning.
Gisele: "Hey Bayonetta. You worked that pole good. Made me turn a little lesbian."
Bayonetta: "Oh, is that so?"
Diddy: "You know what you have to do? You have to do that in a rap video. We'll have a yacht and all that good shit."
Bayonetta: "Hmm. Sounds fun."
The Kardashians: "You're fucking sexy~." "Kim wants to compare butts with you." "NO I DON'T!"
Bayonetta: "We'll compare them together later – in the bathrooms."
The VIP section burst with laughter.
Jeanne was the only one deadpanned.
"Is there something you need?" Jeanne was confused as Bayonetta snaked an arm around her shoulders.
"No," her blue-gray globes and breathy voice was seductively inducing, "More like something you need."
"Which is?"
"Some shots!" she grabbed Jeanne's arm and forcibly dragged her to the bar.
[-]
"Hey baby. Care for another round?" Rodin offered Bayonetta more shots in the middle of flipping bottles in midair.
"Jeanne would."
Bayonetta and Jeanne placed their bottoms on two adjacent bar stools. Jeanne had a disinterested appearance as Rodin slid a shot glass her way.
She read the inscription on the bottle he held. The Gates of Hell. Red Hot Shot. He was promoting his brand.
"Think you can handle it, baby?" Rodin snickered.
"Nigga please. Give me the same number Cereza had and add ten more."
OHHH's echoed at the bar. Jeanne smirked coolly while Bayonetta raised an eyebrow and gave her the intimidating puckered lips.
Rodin grunted with joy, "You asked for it."
He lined twenty shots on the smooth surface in front of her.
A horde of individuals rapidly came, overlooked, and rooted for Jeanne.
"FUCKING WITCHES! WHAT THE FUCK!" Enzo shouted.
The DJ turned the tables and everybody chanted the anthem.
+ SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS! +
+ SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS! +
+ SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS! +
Jeanne downed the shots one after another like a motherfucking beast. She took an occasional glimpse of Bayonetta who relined the shots when Jeanne finished one.
Rodin was relatively pissed. How much pure alcohol can witches consume?
"GET READY FOR THE FIFTEENTH SHOT EVERYONE! WATCH JEANNE GROW A MASSIVE COCK!"
Jeanne gulped momentarily at the thirteenth shot, "AND WATCH CEREZA SUCK IT LIKE A DIRTY WHORE!"
Irrepressible amusement lit the whole roof on fire as Jeanne joked unexpectedly.
Luka pretended he enjoyed the festive gathering at the bar. "YEAAA!" She wished she had a cock.
[-]
Bayonetta glugged her twenty-fifth shot. She had to keep up with Jeanne. They were both reasonably tipsy.
"I've had enough," Bayonetta was first to stop and lazily gripped Jeanne's sleeve, "Let's dance Jeanne."
"Do I have a choice?"
Jeanne tailed her to the active dance floor. The folks were saddened by their withdrawal but enthusiastic to see them dance.
Once more, the DJ turned the tables; this time: a remix.
+ She loves me, she loves me not, I can't tell if she's down or not. +
+ Oh you like me what the hell does that mean? Don't be so ambiguous girl. +
+ Don't be so ambiguous girl. +
Jeanne's nonchalant composure quickly changed as Bayonetta danced with her like she did with Luka; she grinded, except, she actually pressed into Jeanne.
She swayed slow and copied her movements.
+ Are we gonna fuck or not~not~not~not~not~not~not~not~not~not~not~not~not~not~not~not? +
+ Don't be~don't be~don't be~don't be~don't be~don't be~don't be~don't be~don't be~… +
+ Don't be so ambiguous girl. +
The bass dropped – and so did Bayonetta's ass.
They moved in unison with the heavy bassline. Jeanne easily met every hip dip and booty pop Bayonetta sent her. Their hands clasped and Bayonetta guided her.
+ Is this the way you talk to every guy that you meet? +
+ Or do you wanna come back and stay up all night, all night, all night with me? +
Bayonetta faced Jeanne. She extended her arms then rested them on her shoulders. Jeanne's hands found their place on Bayonetta's sides. They mirrored each other's actions perfectly entranced.
"Got bored with Luka?"
"You're so much better. I unequivocally felt like I was dancing next to a lifeless tree."
"You didn't mind. You pity him."
"Jealous much?"
Jeanne was spellbound by the party lights, loud thumping, and Bayonetta's unshakable gaze. She closed her eyelids, relaxed, and let her body move freely by itself.
A whiff of pink pepper, lemon, and pineapple melded aroma glorified her senses when a slippery tongue instantly slithered along the base of her neck – her pulse – the back of her ear – then her earlobe – and then the earlobe was nibbled.
She pulled back; overwhelmed.
"Cereza? What are you doing?" Jeanne, surprised, couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
"Don't say you didn't like it," Bayonetta batted her eyelashes once then squinted, "You've been eyeing me since this morning."
Not a heartbeat later, she advanced and dared Jeanne, her body language sensually engaging.
"You're so adorable whenever you're embarrassed."
Jeanne stood her solid ground, still dumbfounded.
Too late to react.
The slippery tongue now invaded Jeanne's mouth aggressively. The mild traces of alcohol didn't take away from the sweetness of her mouth at all.
She closed her eyes and affectionately clutched the back of Bayonetta's head in baffled ecstasy.
[-]
"No! Cereza, stop this!" Jeanne's blouse flew open as Bayonetta shoved her down her snowy white ultra king bed. She had no bra, much to Bayonetta's satisfaction.
"Bossy, are we?" Bayonetta's hair unraveled under Jeanne and enveloped her arms. She pinned her down, climbed on top of her, and conquered her lips in one swift motion.
Jeanne wriggled beneath her while ravenous hands groped at her torso.
Someone giggled near the door.
Jeanne peered, "Lita! I thought you've left!"
"I'm sorry Miss Jeanne! I'll leave now!" she could hear Lita run to the exit.
She bent her head and observed her conqueror who had lust-filled eyes and a Machiavellian grin, "This isn't right. You're my best friend. Are you willing to sabotage everything for the sake of – fun?"
Bayonetta chuckled, "It's just sex, Jeanne. Keep calm and let's fuck."
Unhealthy.
Jeanne looked up to her eyes.
Then down to her bountiful breasts.
Then up again.
Then she raised her upper body higher and attempted to undress Bayonetta with her teeth.
Bayonetta pushed her back on the soft mattress, "You need to learn your place, your majesty. I'm in charge, you'll have to surrender."
But inevitable.
"Do your worst."
[-]
You and me we're just fine,
One million invisible lines,
Out of your head and into mine,
You and me we're just fine,
One million invisible lines,
Out of your head and into mine,
We're just fine. We're just fine. We're just fine. We're just fine.
Songs
"U + Me =" by Dan Black
"Anne" by Santigold
"Closer" by Nine Inch Nails
"Shots" by LMFAO featuring Lil Jon
"Ambiguous (Disco Fries Remix)" by Clinton Sparks featuring Mike Posner and Big Sean
Feedback for Do It Again
tomblover: Thank you for your kind compliments! Yes, it was my first ever fanfiction. I'm such a perfectionist that I really work hard on everything I create. I'm glad it brought you back to sweet memories. And please, don't put down your writing. You're a good writer as well! I would read more of your Bayonetta stories if you had more. ;)
Major Mike Powell III: Mwahehehe. Yes, I like to tease. Did you like my teasing on this one? No actual lemon until the last chapter of this story (if I get there)! Haha. I don't even know if I will do justice to what Bayonetta and Jeanne can actually accomplish though. Huhu. And thanks for the compliment!
Armengard: Thanks! Yes, Bayonetta and Jeanne are too perfect for each other. Fighting, they're sexy. Just talking, they're sexy. Hot sex, omg too sexy. Luka would just be a one night stand. He can't possibly handle a woman like Bayonetta! And thanks, if you checked out my artwork! I have videos on YouTube too. ;D I'm such a fangirl...
Thank you for all the reviews! Even the ones on deviantART that didn't comment here, thank you! You all encouraged me enough to write this.
A/N: Work in progress! Do listen to the songs, it should help you picture everything better. I have about seven long chapters planned out but it might have more as I continue writing and get new ideas.
Basically, this is how I pictured Bayonetta and Jeanne if they were real people and lived in our world and had a modern life. There will be some action against angels (and each other, maybe? ;D), more characters, and their relationship will get a lot more complicated and dramatic, so stay tuned.
Please review or I won't continue (anonymous or not, I don't care.) Yes, I have to threaten you because I like drawing more (check my profile for my deviantART account, I draw a lot of Bayonetta and Jeanne.) It'll be easy for me to leave writing and just keep drawing. This shet took like a week to write too... I can keep this fantasy world just to myself if I wanted, because I'm a greedy betch. xD
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