Prompt 2: Pick one of your OTPs and imagine A teaching B how to use the internet.
Answer: Seth and Santanico—the trick is Seth isn't too good at using technology either.
The heat of Texas air was burning low through the halls of the apartment Santanico and Seth were confined to which caused much irritation to Seth and the always-irritated Sant. Since being placed under magical house arrest—something about the nine Lords checking in to determine if the trials had actually been completed fairly—the two had discovered their mutual attraction that did not go beyond just that. It was clear to see Richie always had the intellectual connections but Seth was just fine and dandy shacking up with the most beautiful woman on the planet. It had its perks; it also had its downfalls.
"I'm hungry," her voice, though always seductive, had an edge he always hated.
His usual response was a kinder tone but the heat had completely stripped that from him, "Go find someone to eat."
"Go find me someone to eat."
Once or twice she had thrown the whole "you will bow beneath me" act and one or twice did he respond with some blows. Seth never appreciated being called a slave—although there was that one time he experimented as a sub—and he especially did not appreciate when she used that tone. The fact that they were naked usually been their saving grace for the past two weeks but this time it only added to the friction. The day before she had kiddingly mentioned how his weakness for women had cheated him out of four million and so much happiness through out his life. He laughed it off but he didn't think it was a joke.
"Uh, no. You go find me something to eat and while you're at it why don't you do one of those little dances you're so good at," a very aggressive wink was added soon after and soon after that Santanico's foot pinning his neck to the ground.
"You bastard, I will snap your neck with my toes!"
His arm reached up to her calf but she was a steel force that did not move. The blood was pumping past his eardrums as the edges of his vision blurred but he would keep himself conscious, even if it killed him. He squeezed at the meaty part of her leg but he knew that would do nothing, she didn't feel the same kind of pain humans did…but she did feel something. His arms dropped and his head twisted as his eyes dulled as he mimicked a swift death he had seen many times. He'd be damned if he let her win.
…But shit.
She did not let up.
The only thing Santanico did was add more pressure as she grunted angrily, "You are pathetic."
Through a strained voice Seth mumbled, "Let me go."
She finally did. Her foot stepped back as she slinked once again to the table with Seth's very valuable laptop opened to a conspicuous blank word document that most likely hid something she had seen every night. She wanted to tell him porn did not make her cringe but she didn't care enough to do so. Instead she narrowed in on the machine she had seen Seth use plenty of times so she knew exactly what to do. Or so she thought.
Her fingers began tapping along the keyboard rapidly as she lowered herself into the seat. Her back hid Seth's view of the laptop so he had no idea what she was doing. He slowly sat up as he rubbed his neck and let out a quick cough to regulate his breathing. He hated the way she was so strong and hated the way she could beat him in a fight but he wouldn't say anything. He didn't really care because he knew they would be out of each other's hair soon.
He lifted himself up to his feet as he looked down at the woman with all her power tapping away. It wasn't until he heard her angry sigh that he stepped forward to see what exactly she was typing…He almost laughed. The most beautiful woman in the entire world, the all-powerful Santanico Pandemonium, was writing over and over again:
Food.
Food to this location.
Pizza.
Chinese.
Delivery.
Food.
Food here.
Food, now!
A small smile crossed his features as he looked at the woman growing angrier and angrier and for that second he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to leave her or be separated from the time that they were sharing with each other. He liked being trapped in that house with her and he liked fighting and he liked not being able to share any moment of intellectual exchange without getting into a near-death situation because he had already given so much of his emotions to the world and he was done with sensitivity. He wanted this strong woman that would not admit she had not a damn clue how to work the laptop and he wanted to be with her forever.
He leaned over her, his arms going around her shoulders as he took his place over the keyboard and over her own fingers, "You're not going to get what you want here."
Made sure to save the file before quitting the application then going to Google Chrome. Richie was better with Internet type stuff but he could still manage to find a decent place to order from. Or so he thought.
"What the hell?" he growled as he watched the same message appear after each refresh: You are not connected to the Internet.
A small amused giggle escaped Santanico's full lips, "Shouldn't Richie's name be up here?"
Her delicate finger pointed up to where the name of the Network they were connected to should be displayed, "So you remember that but you don't remember how the hell to order a pizza?"
Her eyes gazed upward at Seth as she did that sexy breathy voice that both aroused and repulsed him, "What can I say? This world isn't fit for me."
"Yeah?" he smirked, "I'll give you something that fits."
