A/N: consent is sexy, folks

Her heart and mind are racing a million miles an hour.

First off, she cannot believe she just asked him that. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision and had she sat on it any longer, the words would not have left her mouth. Yet here they are, in a rather empty hotel parking lot at 1 AM, in his car. With her having just blurted that out. She's already mentally berating herself for the stupidity that his response doesn't register at first, and Demetri has to tap her on the shoulder to bring her back to the moment. "What?" she asks, her voice gone breathy. Sophia is acutely aware of the fact that she can feel her blood roaring in her ears, that he is sitting mere inches away from her, and that he is looking straight into her face.

"Yes." His face is a mix of emotions, and it looks like he's almost relieved? If he knew what was going on in my mind for the past few months, I doubt relief would be one of them. "Yes, I would if you asked."

"Well, I'm asking now," she gulps as the words come out, the blood draining from her palms. This is happening. "Please, go ahead and kiss me." She doesn't care how needy she comes off at this point, she's laying it all out. "Please." And just like that, his hand is cupping her jaw as his lips meet hers, and Sophia clambers over the car's controls and onto his lap, hooking an arm around his neck as she gives in to whatever spell he has on her. She doesn't care if her life ends right here and now, because she'll die in agonizing euphoria. She feels lightheaded, and she isn't entirely sure if it's because of the kiss or because of needing air, but she doesn't want to stop. But he pulls away, looking at her with a mixture of incredulity and want, the streetlight casting a glow on his face. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he says, his voice sending shivers down her back. Sophia isn't used to being looked at like that; eyes that drink in all of her like she's worth revering. "Well, I have too," she says, a faint laugh following her words, all her tensions gone, "and I'm not gonna wait anymore."

"Your wish is my command," he purrs in her ear, his cool fingers dancing across her skin as he slides her jacket off her shoulders. A moan builds up in her throat as she cards her fingers through his hair. "It's okay mia cara, you don't have to hold in anything. Go on." And as much as she wants to take off that ridiculously soft shirt of his right here and now, she is not about to have sex with him for the first time in a damn parking lot. "Do you want to take this upstairs, hmm?"

"Yeah," she says, climbing off his lap and onto her seat.

"Well then," he says with a crooked smile, "what are we waiting for?" In a flash, he gets her door and they're on their way into the lobby. He gives the concierge a smile and the woman gives him a coy look before giving her a polite one that barely masks her distaste. They make their way to the elevator, him swiping his card before pressing the floor number, and she can feel the woman's eyes boring into her back.

"Well, she didn't like me much," she mutters under her breath, eliciting a smirk from him.

"I did just walk in holding your hand, and everything about our appearances right now has made it very clear that she is not the one getting lucky with me tonight." She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice his fingers curled into hers as they leaned against the elevator walls. "Besides," he cages her in his arms, leaning in, "you wouldn't like that, would you?" She wouldn't - it makes an irritating pang of jealousy coil in her stomach.

"Not at all," she pulls him in by his collar, the elevator dinging. The doors open to a penthouse suite, and he tosses her jacket aside as she pushes his coat off his shoulders, and his hands deftly slide under her t-shirt and across her back, undoing the clasps as she yanks his shirt off. His lips press rough kisses against her neck, and this time she doesn't have to worry about the neighbors hearing as she whimpers into his shoulder. "You want me to go on, don't you?" he murmurs, dipping down to the hollow of her throat as they climb onto the bed, her kicking off her shoes and socks as quickly as she can. "God please, yes," she breathes out. They're barely getting into it, but she knows that she can't go back to human men now. Not after he's already given her the best kiss of her life. In a moment of abrupt tenderness amongst their desperation, he brushes strands of mussed-up hair out of her face, him shining in the moonlight like a god carved out of marble. "Incredible," he murmurs as his hand once again cups her head, pulling her closer to him. When the rest of the clothes came off is a blur, but right now she's tangled up in hotel bed sheets and his arms, her nails digging into his back as she gets closer to achieving a feeling that again, she doubts any human man can give her. "You have been so, so patient, haven't you?" he asks. Where words fail, her moans convey just exactly what she wants. And when that euphoric high fades, she finds herself looking into his content gaze. "Tired?"

"Mhm," she nods, snuggling further into the plush comforter and his side.

"Get some sleep, cara."

"I need to take my meds," she realizes, getting up. She needs to use the bathroom anyway, and this is as good a time as any to do another thing. She takes his shirt on the way in, taking a moment in front of the mirror to examine how floppy the sleeves are on her frame, and another to reflect on the fact that something out of her wildest fantasies just came true. The bruises are fresh and bloom like poinsettias, but that hurt is nothing compared to the wonder of being there with him. He's Hades, and he's marked her as Persephone.

"My shirt, really?" He's sitting up, smiling at her.

"Do I not look nice in it?" She giggles, twirling around. An idea pops in her head as she puts on her socks and slides across the room. "Ta-da!"

"What?"

"Risky business!" she points out. At his confused expression, she sighs. "Another movie you have to watch with me." The fatigue of the day is hitting her now, so she climbs back into the bed, ready to sleep. "For the record," he says as she settles into the pillow, "you look divine in that shirt. Enough to make me want to take it off you."

"In the morning, maybe," she grins, settling back into a comfortable position as sleep comes for her.

There's airy guitar music coming from somewhere and sunlight hitting her eyes from a chink in the curtains, but there's a solid presence next to her that reminds her of events a few hours ago — as if I could easily forget that. "Is that Springsteen?" The lyrics sound familiar, but it's not his voice. "Sort of," he gives her the answer with a kiss. "Good morning." Maybe it's because it's new or maybe because he's a vampire, but the high of kissing him doesn't fade. "Is it selfish that all I want to do today is stay in?" she mumbles as he pulls away, resting on an elbow as he looks at her. Even though the curtains are drawn, the sunlight makes him glow, and good god, it's a sight that leaves as wonderstruck as the first time she saw it. "We can stay in all you want," he tells her, twisting errant strands of her hair between his fingers. It is quite sunny, so it's not exactly conducive for them to go out right now anyway. Still, they're not here on a holiday, and the matter is rather pressing. "We have a killer to catch though," she replies, stretching an arm out to look for her phone. She clearly forgot to plug it in, and her bag is somewhere in the room, charger buried in it. A second later, wires are dangling in her face. "Here you go," he passes them, now dressed in a pair of pants and an identical shirt as to one she's wearing.

"The fuck?" He has super speed, but she had to have noticed some of it.

"Out of your line of sight and periphery," Demetri quips, fiddling with his phone as he turns on the TV to some channel. "You must be hungry, love." Her stomach answers in her stead, but that's not what her mind is on.

"What did you just call me?"

His expression twists into one of concern. "Did I say something off? I can call you anything else, or nothing if you wish," he replies, perched at her side. It's not that - it's that no one other guy she has ever dated has ever called her love. It feels makes her feel nervous, in a good way. "No," she assures him, reaching for his hand. "It's quite sweet and unexpected, just that. You can keep calling me that if you want to."

"Whatever you say, love," he smiles, kissing her gently. "Now, time for food. Your stomach has already made quite the statement." Now that she thinks about it, a rucksack was a great idea, as there isn't a hotel she needs to go back to retrieve her stuff from. That's assuming he wants you to stay here with him. "You're thinking of something you should share."

"And what makes you think that?" she folds her arms across her chest. "Your lips are pursed inwards, and you always do that when you're stewing over something." He doesn't miss a thing, does he? "I was just thinking about my hotel reservation and how I need to go back there."

"Did you forget something?"

"No."

"Then just call them and check out." So he does want me to stay. "You aren't getting rid of me so easily, love," he smirks. Now that is settled, she calls the lobby and lets them know she has checked out and her tab is closed. Now that her hotel issue is taken care of, Sophia takes a quick shower and changes into clean clothes and rifles through the menu. She orders some toast and peanut butter along with fruit, munching along as she watches a Law & Order: SVU episode. Which brings her to the next task.

"I need to get through my school emails."

"Stay in bed," he entreats, "I can more than make it up to you." There are better ways she can spend her time than checking emails, but she wants to hear out his ideas. "And how would you be making it up to me, pray tell?"

"Now that you ask," he murmurs, running his hands up her thighs, "I think I better get to it." As his lips go lower and lower down her body, the thought of emails is long gone from her mind.

She's glad they have the only room up here - she's quite loud.