Original: "MacBeth's Go Nothin' On Us" femslash
Title: MacBeth's Got Nothin' On Us
Genre: urban fantasy, femslash
Warning: meandering conversations, unrelated title, relevant icon
Summary: stalking wasn't attractive, but crazy apparently was.
Today had started so well, Lucy thought wistfully as the demon threw her into a wall.
There were still four hours left, Lucy reminded herself. Four hours left to redeem the day with food and sleep. All she had to do was get the damn thing into the circle and it would all be sunshine and roses.
Good things demons were as stupid as they were powerful.
“Oh, witch, your soul will taste so sweet,” it crooned, stalking closer with click-clacks of claws on tiled floor.
A victorious smile split Lucy’s face as the demon was forced to a halt three feet away from her. She stood up, ignoring the chorus of pain from back and head, and looked it in its confused, beady eyes, her smile growing when the confusion turned to fury. “Not today, you stupid son of a bitch,” she said and threw her will and magic into the banishing circle chalked onto the ceiling.
God, she enjoyed the sound of demon wailing.
In the silence and emptiness left behind, Lucy’s back took the opportunity to remind her that it still hurt. Through sheer stubbornness, Lucy managed to keep all noises of pain, barring a quiet little moan, behind her teeth. And it was only going to hurt worse tomorrow. Fantastic.
“Very impressive!”
Lucy was down to her last reserves of magic but she still managed to summon the gun lying across the room to her hand in less time than it took to turn and face the new threat.
The new threat was a woman, or at the very least took the form of one. She was petite and pale, with red hair that was messily gathered into a mass of curls at the base of her neck. It would be difficult to label her sharp and fox-like face ‘beautiful’ but all the same it was hard not to feel a visceral sort of attraction her. To the confidence that could have her facing down a gun with an impish upward curl of the lips that did strange and wonderful things to Lucy's insides.
Christ, so not the time for her libido to be acting up.
“You can lose the - “ a wave at Lucy’s hand “ - I’m not here to hurt you.”
Strangely hot or not, Lucy wasn’t stupid. She kept the gun. “Who the hell are you?”
“Paranoid, I like that in a girl,” the woman said, and held up a hand, the palm facing inward. There was an intricate tattoo of arcane symbols on the back that trailed down her forearm to end just above her elbow. The tattoo told Lucy she was a Guild witch, and the dark red shade of it told Lucy she was pretty much on top of the dogpile as far as power went. “You can call me Alex,” the woman added.
“Lucy,” she replied because it was only polite, “so, you here to arrest me for doing the job your people should’ve been doing?”
“No. Just wondering if you had any plans for the rest of the night.”
“Um,” Lucy said, because seriously what?
Call-me-Alex continued to smile. Like a demented clown, a voice in Lucy’s head said, sounding a lot like her teacher.
“Um,” Lucy said again. “What the fuck?” she added when it became apparent that nonsensical sounds just weren’t going to cut it.
“There’s this little Greek restaurant down by the river. You like Greek, right?”
“How do you know that?” Lucy asked warily.
“I’ve heard things here and there,” she said, so airily a dumber person might have fallen for it.
Instead, Lucy eyed her like one would a hellhound pup. “Uh-huh, meaning you stalked me,” Lucy said, aiming for a repressive tone.
“Part of my job., believe it or not Sorry.” She didn’t look very sorry. Or very repressed. In fact, she was sauntering ever closer. “So how about it?”
Even leaving aside the issue of supposedly sanctioned stalking, “you’re Guild."
“So?” Alex countered, “take a walk on the wild side, pet.”
“Pet?” Lucy repeated, watching as Alex stopped mere inches away and leaned in, all smooth lines and porcelain skin. This close, Lucy couldn’t ignore the prickling warmth of the other’s magic. And, she was horrified to realise, she didn’t particularly want to. Stupid, stupid libido.
“Sweetness? Sugar queen?” Alex offered, smiling up at Lucy.
“You’re Guild,” Lucy repeated, then proved herself a hypocrite when she did nothing to stop her eyes from meandering down the curves and dips on display. She wasn’t blind for chrissakes.
“You’re very stubborn,” Alex said, sounding suspiciously delighted.
“Lemme guess, you like that in a girl,” Lucy drawled, finally holstering her gun. Alex wasn’t dangerous. Probably. Just a few newt tails short of a potion.
“Well, it helps,” said Alex, and the impish smile made its appearance again. “C’mon, pretty, say yes. Promise, you won’t regret it.”
“If I do are you gonna stop stalking me?” Lucy asked.
“Mmm, I’d certainly try my very, very utmost best?” Alex said earnestly.
“Yeah, I’m sure you will,” then, before common sense could find its voice, “all right. Yes.”
Because you only live once.
And besides, Lucy liked a bit of crazy in a girl.
Genre: urban fantasy, femslash
Warning: meandering conversations, unrelated title, relevant icon
Summary: stalking wasn't attractive, but crazy apparently was.
Today had started so well, Lucy thought wistfully as the demon threw her into a wall.
There were still four hours left, Lucy reminded herself. Four hours left to redeem the day with food and sleep. All she had to do was get the damn thing into the circle and it would all be sunshine and roses.
Good things demons were as stupid as they were powerful.
“Oh, witch, your soul will taste so sweet,” it crooned, stalking closer with click-clacks of claws on tiled floor.
A victorious smile split Lucy’s face as the demon was forced to a halt three feet away from her. She stood up, ignoring the chorus of pain from back and head, and looked it in its confused, beady eyes, her smile growing when the confusion turned to fury. “Not today, you stupid son of a bitch,” she said and threw her will and magic into the banishing circle chalked onto the ceiling.
God, she enjoyed the sound of demon wailing.
In the silence and emptiness left behind, Lucy’s back took the opportunity to remind her that it still hurt. Through sheer stubbornness, Lucy managed to keep all noises of pain, barring a quiet little moan, behind her teeth. And it was only going to hurt worse tomorrow. Fantastic.
“Very impressive!”
Lucy was down to her last reserves of magic but she still managed to summon the gun lying across the room to her hand in less time than it took to turn and face the new threat.
The new threat was a woman, or at the very least took the form of one. She was petite and pale, with red hair that was messily gathered into a mass of curls at the base of her neck. It would be difficult to label her sharp and fox-like face ‘beautiful’ but all the same it was hard not to feel a visceral sort of attraction her. To the confidence that could have her facing down a gun with an impish upward curl of the lips that did strange and wonderful things to Lucy's insides.
Christ, so not the time for her libido to be acting up.
“You can lose the - “ a wave at Lucy’s hand “ - I’m not here to hurt you.”
Strangely hot or not, Lucy wasn’t stupid. She kept the gun. “Who the hell are you?”
“Paranoid, I like that in a girl,” the woman said, and held up a hand, the palm facing inward. There was an intricate tattoo of arcane symbols on the back that trailed down her forearm to end just above her elbow. The tattoo told Lucy she was a Guild witch, and the dark red shade of it told Lucy she was pretty much on top of the dogpile as far as power went. “You can call me Alex,” the woman added.
“Lucy,” she replied because it was only polite, “so, you here to arrest me for doing the job your people should’ve been doing?”
“No. Just wondering if you had any plans for the rest of the night.”
“Um,” Lucy said, because seriously what?
Call-me-Alex continued to smile. Like a demented clown, a voice in Lucy’s head said, sounding a lot like her teacher.
“Um,” Lucy said again. “What the fuck?” she added when it became apparent that nonsensical sounds just weren’t going to cut it.
“There’s this little Greek restaurant down by the river. You like Greek, right?”
“How do you know that?” Lucy asked warily.
“I’ve heard things here and there,” she said, so airily a dumber person might have fallen for it.
Instead, Lucy eyed her like one would a hellhound pup. “Uh-huh, meaning you stalked me,” Lucy said, aiming for a repressive tone.
“Part of my job., believe it or not Sorry.” She didn’t look very sorry. Or very repressed. In fact, she was sauntering ever closer. “So how about it?”
Even leaving aside the issue of supposedly sanctioned stalking, “you’re Guild."
“So?” Alex countered, “take a walk on the wild side, pet.”
“Pet?” Lucy repeated, watching as Alex stopped mere inches away and leaned in, all smooth lines and porcelain skin. This close, Lucy couldn’t ignore the prickling warmth of the other’s magic. And, she was horrified to realise, she didn’t particularly want to. Stupid, stupid libido.
“Sweetness? Sugar queen?” Alex offered, smiling up at Lucy.
“You’re Guild,” Lucy repeated, then proved herself a hypocrite when she did nothing to stop her eyes from meandering down the curves and dips on display. She wasn’t blind for chrissakes.
“You’re very stubborn,” Alex said, sounding suspiciously delighted.
“Lemme guess, you like that in a girl,” Lucy drawled, finally holstering her gun. Alex wasn’t dangerous. Probably. Just a few newt tails short of a potion.
“Well, it helps,” said Alex, and the impish smile made its appearance again. “C’mon, pretty, say yes. Promise, you won’t regret it.”
“If I do are you gonna stop stalking me?” Lucy asked.
“Mmm, I’d certainly try my very, very utmost best?” Alex said earnestly.
“Yeah, I’m sure you will,” then, before common sense could find its voice, “all right. Yes.”
Because you only live once.
And besides, Lucy liked a bit of crazy in a girl.