The Hallway Behind The Security Center and Points Closish, Wednesday

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Saturday's weirdness? It hadn't exactly gone away, but it had died down a bit when Bo hermited herself up in her own place for a few days. Enough that she could talk sanely to insane people and while the delivery guy from Pizza Planet stumbled away muttering about the best tip ever, he was still conscious and vertical at the time, so it counted as a win.

So... maybe it was safe to try venturing out? She had to come into work sometime, after all, and things were still kind of...warm, but not out of control when she stepped out the door into the street.

One walk to school through the oh, so fresh air and twelve sneezes later, she'd found out the answer to that the hard way.

Which was why it was Bo who stumbled now -- out of the janitor's closet.

From behind her came the shuffle-scrape-THUD of someone doing the first three steps of a soft-shoe before giving up and collapsing to the floor with a faint but not unhappy groan.

"Don't you judge me. Don't you DARE judge me!" she stammered defensively to... an empty hallway.

Right. Okay. She'd get to her office eventually, but right now she'd just stay here and hold up this wall for a minute or an hour or two. Until she figured out why, even buzzing with energy as she was now, Bo was still hungry.

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[OOC: Highly likely to be some flavor of NWS. Expecting two, but open to random encounters of the polleny variety! Though for the sake of not juggling logistics, let's OOCly limit the unexpected to people it's safe to have random polleny encounters with.]

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[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

"Do you want to make it three?" Hercules said, as he didn't have shame at the best of times. "Or perhaps I could make it four."

He scratched his chin. "Five. Five is my final offer."

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"Big talk, big guy." And yet she was crooking a finger and beckoning him toward her chair.

Why was this a bad idea again?

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules, former Prince of Power, Lion of Olympus, and all around adorable lunkhead, was not thinking with his brain either. He stepped over to stand right above Bo in her chair.

"Should I get in your lap?" he asked. "And tell you what I want for Christmas?"

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"Christmas is months away." Say, did you know those chair-arms would retract at the touch of a button? Bo didn't either, until now. "Sure you want to wait that long?"

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

"Well I suppose we could make it a late Valentine's Day," Hercules said, moving to sit in Bo's lap, but also still support some of his weight on his legs.

"As I am not so good at waiting."

[nookiepowered]

"Funny how much we have in common," said she, hands splaying as she took a moment to appreciate said legs. In the tactile sense. Mmm, demigod-thighs.

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

"Lots in common," Hercules said, reaching up to try and run a hand through Bo's hair. "Shall we see if we wear the same lip gloss?"

He wasn't wearing lip gloss, for the record.

[nookiepowered]

If she was wearing any, it was Cindy's, for the record.

Bo could answer yes, but that would waste precious time wherein she could be using her lips to reply the funner way.

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules cupped her cheek in one hand as he kissed her, a tender, urgent kiss that used his years upon years of experience he'd built over his long life. His lips parted to deepen that kiss.

He'd been wanting this for quite some time.

[nookiepowered]

There was something to be said for a thousand years of kissing experience. It just didn't need to be said right now. Maybe in another thousand years or so when Bo got tired of this.

Damn. Make that two thousand.

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules, master of breath control, was more than willing to keep that kiss going for as long as Bo wanted.

His other hand went to Bo's hip, his hand pulling slightly against her back as he wished to feel more of her.

[nookiepowered]

A Christmas wish Bo was more than willing to grant months early for good behavior. In fact, as far as she was concerned, Herc could have the most overstuffed stocking in town, with not single lump of coal to be found.

Wow, even her metaphors were out of control. Much like her hips and her lips and her hands, except dirtier and more phallically focused.

Well. Not much dirtier, and speaking of hands...

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

At the back of Hercules' head, a tiny voice asked if he'd remembered to close the door.

The rest of his brain shushed that thought because checking would require breaking his entire focus on the raven-haired Aphrodite in front of him.

He was just going to shut his stupid former demigod brain up and concentrate on his hands, his lips, and everything they could touch and feel.

And really, the pollen was only, like, 12% responsible for him doing this.

[nookiepowered]

At the back of Bo's head, a tiny voice asked if she remembered that what she was about to do tended to, you know, DRAIN PEOPLE DRY if they weren't vampires, whateverthehell Cindy was, or non-ex-gods. Or, as of recent experiments with -- well, Newfoundlanders didn't quite count as human, but close enough -- if she wasn't being very very careful.

'Very, very careful' in no way described what was going on right now. (Very very warm, very, very, pleased, and very, very hungry, though...)

Especially once Bo's elbow accidentally hit the vibro-massage button, and the chair got very, very noisy, and Bo's eyes got very, very blue.

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Which meant that while Hercules still seemed to be enjoying himself, his ability to function had shut down completely as he fell victim to Bo's powers. He was like putty in her hands... delicious, manly, life-giving putty.

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Delicious, manly, life-losing putty. Not, luckily, in one gulp, both because Bo wasn't starving and because something in her was still rattling the bars of its cage and yelling at her that this was wrong.

But her kiss was still dragging it out of him in glowing blue waves of light and smoke, the influence of the island combined with her very nature overwhelming her ability to stop.

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules, however, was starting to fade. His arms had dropped limply to his sides, his body starting to just lean up against Bo's weakly.

About the only thing still going strong was between his legs. Not that that would do him any good if Bo continued to suck the life out of him.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Which would be when a random student came walking down the hall, on the way to see Bo.

Okay, not that random a student.

"What the-- holy shit! Bo! Bo, stop!" She reached for Bo's arm, trying to yank her away from her nice meal. Because this did not look like Safe Sex! This looked like Mr. Smiley all over again! "Stop! You're killing him!"

[nookiepowered]

It wasn't so much that conscience won out over instinct. Not in that moment. More like instinct won out over instinct -- in this case, the instinct to protect her feed from being stolen.

Bo twisted out from under a now-limp -- except for one disturbing exception -- Hercules and reached for Kenzi's throat with that yanked-on arm, eyes flashing.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi now found herself on tippy-toe, coughing and struggling. But hey, Bo wasn't trying to suck her face off, that was good. Right?

"Bo-- Bo, no--"

[nookiepowered]

For another second, there was just heated annoyance at the interruption and something that threatened to redirect that heat in a bad, bad direction, before conscience finally did kick in. Or Kenzi's voice and face did, anyhow.

Bo blinked confusedly at her, fingers opening to drop from Kenzi's throat as she scrambled back. "Oh, God, Kenzi. I'm sorry!"

Psst, Bo. Unmoving dude on the chair that you're about to back into?

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi coughed, nodding and waving her arms, then tried to talk, "Enh-- ummm--" More coughing. And pointing at Hercules. "Dude?"

[nookiepowered]

Bo spun around, hand going to her mouth as she remembered. "Shit. Shitshitshit."

He was still breathing. Shallowly. Bo crouched down to feel for a pulse in his ches--- NECK. She did not need to feel his incredibly well-muscled ch--- PULSE. PULSE. Yay, pulse.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"He okay? Mostly?" Kenzi asked, leaning over to see. And maybe to tackle Bo if she started face-sucking again.

[nookiepowered]

Bo let her fingers linger for a moment -- shut up -- then nodded. "He will be. I just need to...just--" Needed to freak out for a minute here. "But I almost killed him! It's like I don't have an off button this week, can't even control myself before it starts much less after."