Bambi was sitting at her tiny desk in the back of the library with a hot cup of coffee. Her head was pounding from the long five months she'd had in that damn safe house. Apparently Crowley couldn't handle not having a piece of ass at his beck and call every moment of every damn day. Thankfully, Lucifer was re-sealed in his cage; they were safe thanks to a pair of wannabe hunters and some old man. Crowley called them "Moose" and "Squirrel" most of the time. She was given permission to leave the moldy old home to return to her small hotel room in Sioux Falls. No one understood how happy she was to have some normalcy back in her life. Oh dear Lucifer...she sounded just like Crowley! Anything but that!
"Ms. Leatherby," the familiar voice of Mrs. Olga, a ninety-something librarian said at the door. "There's a gentleman named Bobby here. He wanted to know if you were in," she said, using a tiny withered hand to balance herself in the doorway.
Bambi's eyebrow perked in surprise, and she bit her lip. Bobby was…was asking for her? She stood, giving herself a once over, making sure her black slacks, vest, and white blouse looked smart. She broke the ruled today about wearing only skirts; thankfully it was Bobby asking for her and not Crowley. With a blood-red-lipstick grin, Bambi walked out, expecting to see a wheelchair-clad hillbilly, but instead she saw Bobby Singer standing at the checkout desk! Bambi gawked before smiling and running up to Bobby, hugging him around the neck with a big smile. She felt him tense, but then he actually patted her back just a little bit. Suddenly, Bambi realized how forward that last move was. Fuck.
"Sorry," Bambi stood back. "Damn, Bobby, I never thought you were actually this tall! What happened?"
Mrs. Olga cleared her throat and gave them an ugly glare that told them to take it elsewhere. Bambi blushed and walked over to the old woman. "I'm taking the rest of the day off. I promise I'll work overtime tomorrow."
"See that you do, Ms. Leatherby. Do not do anything unholy," Mrs. Olga said with an ugly scowl that made her look eight times her age. Man, she could use some makeup.
Bambi smirked and walked out, motioning for Bobby to follow her. He caught up to her outside the Library. "You never told me your name was Leatherby."
Shit. He must've known her traitor, hunter parents. It took all of Bambi's self-control not to tense up or sneer. "You never asked," she said, smiling dumbly. "Why? Do you know my step-father...I took his name when he married my mom."
"Oh," he said, obviously not fully believing her story. No self-respecting hunter would believe it. "No I don't. Just wondering is all. Where the Hell are we going anyway? Don't you have work?"
"You're telling me how the fuck you got outta that wheelchair, Bobby...and I could use some booze right about now. I'll drive."
"It's only one," Bobby said, still following Bambi until they got to her Hummer. He stopped her when he saw a rope burn around her throat. "Jesus, Bambi. Thought you said you were ditchin' his ass," he said, gently touching the old wound.
"I-I know I did," Bambi said, covering the burn as she hopped into the vehicle. "You comin' or what?"
"Balls," Bobby grumbled, staring at the door to the vehicle. "I guess so if I'm gonna get any of my questions answered."
"And she came back to life...because of Death. Damn, I missed her," Bobby grumbled as Bambi sat over his lap on his couch, talking about their woes. Right now, he was talking about his wife. Bambi felt a pang of sadness as she listened. He really didn't deserve a life like this, and his wife sounded like such a sweet lady. "But she said...she said she wanted me to be happy before I had to kill her again. She said I should get…get to know you better."
"Wait, me? Why me?"
"I talked about you with 'er. She said we sounded good…good fer each other. It was her dyin' wish, y'know," he said softly. Bambi felt another pang of sadness and patted his hand that was splayed over her knee. Man, she was so drunk. She didn't know she could still get this drunk. "What about you?"
"My...I guess you call it a boyfriend? Anyway," Bambi said giggling, as she opened her fourth bottle. "He always treated me like shit, even when I was a kid. Then suddenly we're in a thing!" she grumps. "And that's it. No love. No affection. None. Nada. He tells me I'm his property, and that I can't be with anyone else…but I don't ever know if he's loyal. It's just a bunch of rough sex!"
"Then why don't ya stay here.?
Blushing from drink and some other emotion, Bambi's breath grew shaky as she gawked at Bobby. That was the kindest thing anyone had ever said to her. When she thought about it, Bobby had been nothing but nice to her. Maybe thus was where she needed to be. She retracted her legs and was suddenly straddling Bobby Singer, placing a firm hand on his chest. His hands remained dormant in what was most likely shock, and his stillness was making her nervous. Bambi drank the rest of her beer before she mustered up the gumption to go in for the kill. She was more nervous about this than her first mission. She felt rather small against him...vulnerable and weak. It was alright though because Bobby wouldn't hurt her. He promised to protect her. She pushed her lips onto his and waited; she swore she wouldn't be like Crowley and push it any further. His groan from pleasure vibrating deep within his chest spurred them both deeper.
Bobby certainly wasted no time after that, calloused hands traveling from luscious locks of hair to her now bare shoulders, to her hips. Bambi's hands ran through his short soft hair, but a gasp ripped through her when she felt him take a pocket knife to her belt. "I'll buy another," he mumbled as a hand slid into her slacks, peeling them down so his digits could gain better access to her. Her skin felt so hot…so did his.
"Oh fuck the belt!" Bambi groaned, screeching as they fell off the couch into a drunken tangle of limbs on the hard wood floor. She giggled when she felt her back touch the cool floor. Her hands ran down his shoulders, digging her nails into flesh.
He pulled her hands away gently. "No, I'm showing you how it's done the right way, Bambi. We got time for rough later." The sound of clothes falling around the room only faintly pulled at her attention.
By the time their bodies actually came together, Bambi's head was swimming dangerously from the insane amount of pleasure she was receiving. He filled her, not an inch left untouched. He was almost as big as...no, not right now. She didn't need to be thinking about him.
"You're so-" he grunted as he slowly, deliciously and almost painfully withdrew and pushed in again. "You're trying to kill me. Dammit."
Bambi's head fell back, eyes rolling to the back of her head, waiting for him to quicken the pace as they became more acquainted with each other physically. She could feel her walls tightening around him, milking him until she nearly screamed. She grinned in a rather sadistic way when Bobby swore loudly when she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him better access to her. Finally, he released his hold on his restraint. She screamed at the top of her fucking lungs when that happened. He rode her slow and hard, allowing Bambi to feel every ripple of pleasure coursing through her body until there was no more to be had. He followed her climactic moment soon after her own.
Bobby pulled away after several long minutes of just laying together, and they lay side-by-side for a while before Bambi went to puke. She came back to find Bobby asleep on the ground with a throw pillow tucked under his head. Bambi smiled and walked back to his bedroom—a rather empty room with little to no furniture or sign of life—and got the blanket off of his bed. She noticed a picture of his wife and smiled at it before returning and curling up beside Bobby. As she fell asleep, Bambi realized she actually felt safe in his arms.
He was...gentle.
Looks like we have a love triangle! But did you notice that Crowley was always on the edge of her mind? Coincidence? Will she break Bobby's or Crowley's heart? Does Crowley even have one of those things lol