A/N1: story inspired by fanart 'CALIDAY – slight' by Sempaiko(search her gallery at DA)

A/N2: Succubus - a female demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping men in order to drain them from their vital powers with which Succubus feeds itself. Male variant of this demon is called Incubus.

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Providence Dark Legacy

Chapter diecinueve: No rest for the wicked

By your-biohazardous-friend

Holiday sighed as she picked up her bra from the floor and fastened it with two skilled motions.

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She couldn't believe she did that to him.

Calan was a man who's considered as 'a nice guy'- helpful, caring, almost selfless.

Yet Holiday knew that he would never agree to her request knowing the truth. So she lied: whispering sweet words to his ear, creasing lightly, with her long fingers, across his scar – a pinkish, bumpy, dashed line which marked his genuine face. Then she was embracing, kissing, nibbing, licking… Holiday seduced him, deliberately, like a disgusting succubus.

After such a great dose of affection he stopped to struggle or demand answers, the uncertainty was replaced by more feral needs, encrypted in the human mind by millennia of evolution. All in all, Calan was a simple solider constantly exposed to the danger and adrenaline, he practically faced death every day – if not on his own skin then in the eyes of his comrades. In his case releasing any form of tensions, bottled up within his body and mind, were more instinctive and spontaneous. Soon he filled the room with small grunts and needy throaty sounds.

Rebecca, on the other hand, was a scientist. First thoughts that stormed around her mind were all the charts and statistics she stumbled upon at university. All that angles, percentages, urban legends combined with the already building up remorse. The negative emotions were taking their toll.

So she lied again: every gasp and moan was fake, every plea and kiss became a mere play. It hurt her even more. She just wanted to feel love and caring, something her boyfriend rarely let her feel. Yet the expected lightness of mind was nowhere to be found in the arms of another man, the only thing she felt was oppressive disgust with herself.

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She was brought out of her thoughts by a small stir next to her.

Holiday glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping man. Captain's face was peaceful, lacking of his usual frown - It was one of those rare times when Calan looked like his age of early thirties. He was curled up, tugging a hospital-white blanket of her bed's linen so innocently, that the woman could almost believe that the encounter they had those several minutes ago never had happened.

But it happened. No matter how peaceful it all looked from the outside.

Holiday chocked a sob.

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