The lid swung open a few seconds later. Sitting up, David realized Illshya was perched on top like in the dream, smiling.

Catching the look on his face at the similarity to the dream, she laughed.

"Have a nice dream, pet? I still haven't forgiven you for how our last…close encounter ended. Although last night may begin to make up for it, if I'm feeling merciful. Now come on, out of the coffin. We've got quite a lot to do today."

'Yeah, including you, sweethea- woah. What the hell? Why am I thinking THAT?'

Mind still reeling from the dream, he nodded, trying to make his thoughts connect. Had the dream been her trying to tell him something?

"I'll make it up to you." He says suddenly, voice determined.

And before she had time to react, he'd leaned in and kissed her. To his surprise, she'd given in, mouth falling victim to his own, he biting softly at her bottom lip, enough to get her sounding like before in a few seconds, a soft moan escaping her lips.

When she finally manages to pull back, her eyes are wide and she slips off the lid with a faint murmur of a line of lyrics he actually recognizes.

"We'll leave no heart unbroken, isn't that right? How you helped with the hybrid, the fact you've betrayed your friends…"

He climbs out of the coffin, stretching before turning to her, seeing her standing off to the side, about two feet from the nearest wall, had he to admit she looked like she expected him to throw her up against it – like the dream.

Walking towards her, one arm looped around her waist to pull her closer as she reached up a hand to set it on the cheek that had been scratched the night before that she'd healed.

"And to think…it's all for me. You don't see what I've done for you, David, do you?"

He does a double take at hearing her say his name, this is the first time she hasn't called him 'pet' in – well, it's the first time, isn't it?

"It doesn't matter anymore, or atleast, the others don't." he can hear the voice in the back of his head telling himself he's wrong, that playing into the demon's arms is the last thing he needs to be doing, but it's a little too late to take anything back now.

"Oh, but it does! I've freed your darker side…last night proved it, and you like that, don't you?"

And here she kissed him, only teasing at the corners of his lips before she continued, "You knew there was something holding you back. Your friends can't do anything now." Another kiss. And another.

"You're mine. Even moreso than when that hybrid had belonged in marriage to my brother's host," she giggled, "Because I've got your soul, atleast for the time being."

"My soul? That's cute; if that's your way of saying you think I'm in love with you." He smirked, two seconds later pinning her between the wall and his body, her arms held above her head with one of his own as he trailed kisses down one side of her neck, the other automatically going for the button on his jeans, wishing he hadn't worn the skinny ones he liked so much, they were a hassle pulling on and off.

"Mhfm." She whined in either agreement or protest, he couldn't tell which.

She smiled at the turn of events – the dream had worked, now, to just – she giggled at the groan she'd earned as she'd shifted abruptly against him, managing to free her hands from his grip, one reaching to bury itself in his hair, the other trailing down his chest, gentle fingers gliding down to the waistline of his boxers, now that he'd managed to futz with his jeans enough so that they weren't in the way, completely intent on ending this encounter the way things had ended in the dream.

She actually grinned as it seemed she'd broken a barrier with that move, and moving her hand lower he'd bit his lip and tipped his head back and fucking hell it was making her ache, just watching his reaction.

"I do…you wouldn't do all this otherwise, not just for me." She purred, lips ghosting over his face, feather-light.

"S-so…you re- ah really th- oh think I lov- mhm love you?" he asked, voice catching as she curved her wrist, causing him to gasp, she could feel him press his hips into her.

She only looked up into his eyes and blinked, bringing their lips together to silence him.

And David couldn't have been happier that she hadn't answered.

When she pulled back, she looked into his eyes, hand having fallen into a steady rhythm. She'd never seen a vampire's eyes so – well, even he was only half immortal, but still – they were completely clouded, and they weren't brown anymore, it seemed like his eyes had turned black with lust.

Feeling him grab her wrist, she knew he either thought she was just teasing him and wanted to move things along, or he was trying to help her do it the right way.

"I re-really should've taken th-this to the mhfp basement…tables…ah. Laying d-down. I just – fuck. Didn't anticipate any of-"

"This? Come on, you know you want more than this…" and then, adding to her point, she flicked her wrist, causing him to groan as he pressed himself into her, wishing he hadn't wanted to get his jeans off so quick, moving out of how they were was going to be fun.

"You're going to –hng- let me go, I'm gonna mhm- stumble back into my j-jeans and we're ah going to the b-basement where I'm gonna-"

She giggled, kissing him again, concentrating hard enough to open up a portal with her mind from where they were, knowing it was easier if she just went along with it. This was going exactly how she wanted.

Opening her eyes, she saw that it'd worked, the two were in the basement of the funeral home on one of the prepping tables, it being covered with a sheet that hadn't moved in atleast a few years, making the metal not so cold.

Breaking the kiss, she realized he was straddling her and had let go of her hand, and had moved to more or less try to pull down his boxers and kick off his jeans and vans all at the same time. Least she could do was pull his shirt off for him, messing up his hair.

"You're gonna what, hun?" she teased, reaching to pull her own shirt off, knowing by now he wasn't going to protest after what she'd started, immediately after reaching a hand back into his hair to guide his lips along her skin, startled by how surprising cool they were despite the fire burning in his eyes.

He didn't bother to respond, mind completely blank except for the fact registering a completely irresistible brunette was pinned beneath him, shirt off with mouth half open in a 'don't-leave-me-like-this' pant, hair falling over her in a way that he was certain would be better if he had his hands wrapped tight into it, lips against her neck with her cries in his ears- a sharp tug on his hair made him look up, and she was glaring.

That only sent his hands scrambling for the belt she wore, he couldn't undress her fast enough.

Rolling her eyes, she pushed his hands out of the way and tugged her pants off, tossing them across the room, unable to suppress the slight moan as his hands ran down her legs, nails not digging in enough to draw blood but enough to let her know he wasn't exactly going to be gentle.

And then, only adding to his frustration, she slipped her underwear off, completely aware every second she delayed giving him what he wanted put him further under her control, thanks to the dream.

"Daavvviidddd," she singsonged, smiling as he leaned into her, their noses touching, his body curved against hers like a cat preparing to pounce on its prey when her voice turned slightly sterner, "You didn't answer me."

He actually growled as she racked a hand down his back, only opening his mouth to give her a warning nip on the nose.

Awh, I made him so frustrated. Hm. This will be fun.

Lifting her head slightly to nibble at his ear; she spoke, voice a breathless seductive murmur that only set him off more.

"Well, if you're not going to answer me, I'll just have to ask."

At that moment she became aware of the insanely tight grip on her hips that he had, and on top of that noticed she wasn't really in a position to be giving orders in, even if she did have control of him.

She shrugged, gasping as he buried his head into the crook of her neck along with his fangs, already intent on leaving bloodstains on the flawless skin.

And before her mind completely gave in to the so-called typical intimate-human-interaction, she managed to choke out three words somewhere between a command and a plea.

"Fuck. Me. Senseless?"

By the time Illshya managed to open her eyes, she realized that everything had worked to the T. Somehow, she was curled against the airbender, head on his chest, legs interwined, one of his arms resting on her stomach, both of them still lying on the metal sheet-covered table.

Slipping out of his arms, she stood up and looked around, not surprised at the amount of bite marks covering her skin and the lingering soreness in her legs and thighs. Something about that made her thinking walking was going to be a challenge, but she smirked at the thought, knowing he'd pick up why her movements would be altered.

This hadn't been the first time she'd done any of that, but as far as her host body was concerned, it seemed like it hadn't happened often enough.

As she started pulling on her clothes, she smiled, waving a hand over David's still-sleeping form. He woke up at once, bolting upright like he'd woken from another nightmare.

Seeing her dressing, he gave her a look before getting up and collecting his own clothes. As he hap-hazardly tugged on his jeans and almost face planted when one leg got stuck, she couldn't help giggling.

"Are you always this clumsy after sex?" she teased, unable to keep the flirty tone out of her voice.

He looked up instantly, a goofy lopsided grin plastered to his face, having just picked up his shirt.

"No, I'm just distracted by you, that's all."

"Well, there's no time for that now…I did have errands in mind, I'll have to be careful to not repeat myself in saying we have things to do, you'll clearly take that the wrong way. Not that I mind, your…nighttime human agendas seem to be somewhat entertaining after all." She admitted, mentally cursing at the mere thought of realizing she was developing feelings for the half-vampire.

"What kinda errands? Coffeeshop date? Movie? Long walk through the moonlit woods?" he wondered, pulling on one of his shoes.

She scoffed, shaking her head.

"Easy, pet. I'm not that low level of a demon, you're talking like I'm a human in a bar with no place to sleep for the night." She admonished at his grin, he obviously was hoping for another round sooner or later.

He sighed.

"Oh…I mean, I'll go follow you wherever, just don't make me go dancing again with Addie…I mean, I like the way she felt and all pressed up against me, but your blood tastes better and I-"

Illshya turned, placing a finger against his lips, he paused and froze.

"I know. But come on, I mean it. I have an appointment today with someone; we don't want to be late."

Before she could move away from him, David had grabbed the hand that she had held up, finger still pressed to his lips and pulled her into him for a final good morning kiss, afterwards pulling on his other shoe and walking upstairs, leaving a slightly stunned Illshya to watch after his retreating form.

Three days. He'd gone from not wanting to kidnap the hybrid to doing it and drugging her, to betraying his friends and kissing her to shut up to straight out having sex with her and willingly go along with whatever she had planned. She'd miss him when this was all over, or atleast some voice in the back of her head wanted her to believe that fact.

And then, she realized – her earlier statements about emotions when she and David had first gotten to the funeral home? She'd been wrong.