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In My Bed Meme

Someone Is Sleeping in My Bed!

It's morning in EST. But maybe not for you -- A little too late to be sleeping but y'know what? That's okay. People nap. Sometimes the bed is oh so cozy and you want to snuggle under a blanket and sleep forever. And you don't care if it's your bed or not. You're going to sleep. Like a boss.

Too bad someone doesn't agree.
Rules
The Poster is the character who is asleep.
The Responder is the one who discovers the sleeper.
Therefore, the Responder must do one of three things

I. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous threader, whatever.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Wake them up - You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
b. Happy Awakening - Such a shame they're so deep asleep when you're in the mood. How about a nice wake up call? (if you don't like smut, keep this to cuddles, kisses, hugs, or reroll)
c. Prank! - Oh, this has just go to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
Can't beat 'em, Join them - Push 'em over and snuggle up. You're too tried to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
d. Let them Sleep - Whatever, it's noon. They're asleep and you got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.

II. Decide you have NO CLUE this person is! (People that haven't threaded with each other before, crossovers, castmates who haven't met.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Scream 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP' - While this is probably the default reaction, it's a pretty honest one.
b. Prank! - What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise on what you do.)
c. Gently wake them up - Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
d. Get to Know them NON-Biblically - Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. As a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
e. Tie 'em up - FUNCTIONAL tying up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.

III. Decide - f**k the police. You hear me right. F**k 'em.
You move forward and make your own fate!

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[Leonard's eyes narrow at the nick name, head ticking slightly with his annoyance as he grits his teeth and tightens his grip on the weapon. He ignores the prodding at him for the moment, sorely tempted to freeze the devil where he stands even if it won't hold him long. He just needs to make a get away now that he's been caught and trying to calculate all of that with a foggy head is not easy. Now he remembers exactly why he never drank enough to pass out. Let alone in some strangers apartment.]

I originally came up here to see if there was anything worth taking. As it turns out nothing caught my eye but the wall of whiskey.

[A shrug.]

Boredom makes you do stupid things sometimes. Maybe I wanted a taste of the good life.

[A shift in his tone to something more dangerous.]

My mistake.

[Lucifer isn't near a phone but he might have one in his pocket. He could freeze a way through the floor but the elevator would beat him to wherever he might try to run. They were too high up to make a jump. He was trapped so the only way he could get out of this was killing the devil or making a deal with him.

What did he have to lose anymore? He wasn't even meant to be alive. He has no idea how he ended up in L.A. of all places. Somehow he wound up here. Got tempted to go up stairs, drink and pass out in the devils bed. The man clearly has an influence over him, which makes him somewhat uncomfortable in more ways than one. His curiosity and loneliness want to explore, the other part of him loathes it. He didn't sacrifice himself to cut some strings only to be found in another's grasp.]

So let me guess, super strength, fast healing, can't die?

[He could slow him down, but if the guy is who he says he is he'd probably find him somehow.]

Am I missing anything?

[Through the little spiel, Lucifer kept watch on him, sipping his drink as the little pew pew toy was aimed at him. The man clearly had a chip on his shoulder, which Lucifer could even related to, but my my, wasn't he rude?]

Can't be hurt, actually. Certainly not by you, unless you've got a little angel in you.

[There was a joke there that made his lips twitch into a smile, one he didn't bother trying to hide.]

As for if you're missing anything, I'd have to say yes, I believe you are. Quite a bit, actually. And so quick to jump to threats. Let me guess, daddy issues? Believe me, I'm well aware of that feeling.

[Had this been before he got on the Waverider and started to change, he might've frozen the Devil solid just to see if he was as strong as he claimed. It's still tempting, very tempting and he's not ruling it out just yet. A large part of him doesn't know what to believe, doesn't think this Lucifer is the Devil at all. Is he a metahuman with powers? Possibly. And testing out a theory would get him some answers, but without knowing he can escape he's not sure he wants to piss the guy off just yet.

He smirks, softly amused at the idea anyone would think he's even close to an angel.]

Far from it.

[He tilts his head, ignoring the banter.]

If you've got a cellphone, toss it to me. I can't have you calling the cops.

Why on earth would I do that? Well, either of those, really... I do have a cell phone and I'm certainly not giving it to you, and the only Detective I'd want to call isn't one I'd call for... my, you haven't even done anything, have you? Maze let you up, so I don't believe there was breaking and entering. You drank the better booze, but it's free up here, so you didn't steal. You did muss up my bed, and not in the fun way, but that's hardly a crime, is it?

[The way he put it, it all sounded so very logical. He was rather good at that.]

[Blue eyes narrow as he studies Lucifers reaction, really... not expecting the other to NOT want to call the police on him. For one, most people respond to Captain Cold as needing to get him in cuffs and behind bars. He's still a fugative on this Earth, or at least in Central City. As far as he knows word hasn't spread and the authorities are still looking for him back home. That and, well, he was in someone's bed, let himself in even and is now pointing a weapon at the man. What kind of ego did you have to have to NOT want to threaten to call the police if harm is done? Well... maybe the man does believe he can't be hurt. But if he's not a threat ... he's not a threat. Old Len might have still done something untoward, new Len is reluctant to hurt someone unarmed for no good reason.

The Devil has a point. Rather surprised at himself really.

Still, what if it's a ruse to get him to drop his guard? He tips his head and extends a hand.]

If I can't hurt you with this, [A shake of his gun, even if it remains pointed at him.]

And you don't intend to call the police, then you don't need that cell phone any more than I need my gun. Pass it to me. I'll... put it in your top drawer.

[So it'll be out of reach for the time being and they can stand on more neutral turf. Even if he doesn't actually pose a threat to Lucifer. HE still doesn't know that, and his ego won't believe it.]

Or, I can give you my word that I won't use it to call the police, even my favorite Detective. Who's in homicide, by the way, so if you haven't killed anyone, there's no reason for me to call her, is there? A deal with the Devil is binding, after all. Drink?

[And just like that, Lucifer grinned, turning to go back towards the counter to refill his glass, looking over at Leonard as he did.]

I take it you don't mind scotch...?

Your word.

[He scoffs softly.]

I'm a criminal Luci, I know damn well someone's word isn't worth anything.

[Though he makes note of his Detective friend, that at least sounded legit. He's just watching the other with some confusion, gun still trained on him as he moves to the counter to refill his glass. He's not sure what to trust here. It's so far out of what he expected that he remains on the defensive. He's expecting this to be a lie to get him to drop his guard.]

You expect me to believe you're really the Devil?

[Studying him before sneering.]

Prove it.

[He dies and winds up in the Devils bed. How is that for irony.]

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Hardly my fault you deal with liars. I abhor lying.

[Drink poured, he sips from it before pouring a second for Leonard and moving it to the end of the bar.]

I'm sorry, did you see 'Dog and Pony Show' anywhere while coming up? I'm not here to dance to your tune, Jack Frost. Believe it or not, you'll find out eventually. They all do.

[Blue eyes narrow, jaw tensing as he really, seriously considers blasting a hand or something to test his theory, to see if he can heal, or break free, or just what he'd do in general to having a limb frozen. Instead he decides against giving the other an actual reason to call someone. So far, as he said, he doesn't have much in the way of needing to involve the police so long as he doesn't do something more to warrant it.

The gun softly whines, the noise fading off as it powers down. He lowers it to hold it at his side as he considers the man and the drink sitting on the end of the bar with his name on it. His head is warning him that that is a bad idea but he walks over, eyes trained on Lucifer as he picks up the glass.]

You really don't know who I am.

[He still doesn't trust him or fully believe him, but he'll nibble.]

So, whats the catch?

[In addition to his strength, which Leonard doesn't know about, there's also that often used ability to just... not be caught. Or held. Or locked up. Being frozen would likely fall under that, so it could very well be that his arm would merely be covered in slush, or that he broke through remarkably easy. One can't keep the Devil in chains, after all. He's not a bloody leprechaun.

He watches the way the man looks at him as if he's something dangerous. At least his instincts were still working, albeit belatedly.]

Not a clue. Any reason why I should?

[Another sip, then a shrug.]

For...?

[A pause, then smoothly,] No.

[Only a partial lie. He's hiding things about himself clearly, things he doesn't feel this man needs to know. He hasn't been able to really judge if he's dangerous or not, for now he's being cautious till he gets answers. He's dealt with metahumans and the like. He could be more than human. No need to go into this blindly and biting off more than he can chew. Which he may have already done if he can't get to the one exit out of this place.]

For not calling the police. I still threatened you. I am still a stranger with a gun in your home. You could have me hauled out of here, but you're not. Why?

You're not the first. You likely won't be the last. Humans are fond of threats. If I took every one to heart, well... I suppose I'd have to have a heart first.

[Another sip, then he grabs the bottle and gestures to the couch.]

Well, come sit, then. Let's see why Maze thought you'd be fun to play with.

[He can't help the gentle loft of a brow at the casualness of all of this. He's really just not sure what to make of it. He's not kicking him out. He's not having him arrested and taken back to Iron Heights. He's inviting him to come sit and drink with him. Which is all the more reason Len is being cautious around him. He's too comfortable. He didn't even flinch when he was threatened. So either he is as powerful as he says or he's very stupid. But everything about his mannerisms warns him not to let his guard down.

The criminal is reluctant to join him on the couch, but there's a certain draw and a tug at him. What harm could it do?

All the harm.

Sitting and drinking means talking. He's not one to just sit and talk. And yet, he finds his feet moving and he'll set the gun by his leg when he takes a seat at the far end of the couch. He sips his beverage finally and wonders what the hell he's still doing here. Or what the hell he's doing here at all. Still distracted with the why and how of it.

Maybe he's going about this wrong? The man owned a club and a large suite, he clearly had money to spare. He couldn't find a safe last night but he hadn't bee in his right mind while looking. He could've missed something, as rare as that is. Maybe he can find out more if he played the right angle here. Played the game.]

You don't strike me as the kind of guy who plays around. You own a club, an expensive loft... Why send me up here?

My dear boy, that's all I love to do. Play. You all make such a good show of it. Now, now, relax. I won't bite -- unless you want me to.

[He chuckles over that to himself, as if he just said a hilarious joke. For him, it was. Biting. He did love to bite. But not of the bite and chew variety. Not for people, anyway. He loved to indulge. In drugs, booze, food, and most especially, sex. He sipped his drink and let his eyes linger over his guest.]

Why not? Maybe she knew you were a naughty thing and wanted me to punish you, though she'd more likely than not want to be here for that. Or more likely, she wants to distract me from a certain someone and thought you might do the trick. Tell me, Snowcone, what do you desire...?

[There'd be a little push behind that question, a draw to entice the man to answer as he kept eye contact with him.]

[The closer to the Devil he gets, the stronger the influence and sitting with barely a foot between them makes it hard to ignore him. There's an itch rising in him, one he needs to scratch, one he wants to scratch, one telling his mind that he's alive and he should enjoy it while he can. He got a second chance, why waste it? He's here and it's been so very long. He swallows it down even as a tremor moves through his hands to the very tips of his fingers and he has to casually set the glass on his knee so the Devil doesn't see him shudder at the idea of being punished. Not in a bad way of course. He can't seem to take his eyes off of Lucifer as he speaks, making it almost too easy for his ability to latch onto him and drag the truth out of him. Though his brows do furrow as if he's somewhat aware of wanting to answer or what he's going to say, but he can't stop himself.]

I want answers. How am I still alive? Why am I here? [He swallows.]

I want to know where your safe is so I can take your money. Make my way back to Central City. [A pause, then almost casually, ]

And I want you.

[He seems to regain himself, shaking it off and seeming confused over what just fell out of his mouth. He's not usually so open, especially not with a stranger. Why did he even say those things? What did Lucifer do to him. But as blue eyes meet Lucifers darker pair with something almost cold, it melts away as a heat threatens to consume him. He could get up, put some distance between them, but he doesn't want to. A part of him wants to do the exact opposite and get closer. He's able to resist, but just barely and he's not sure how long he'll keep resisting the urge to throw caution to the wind and let go.]

[The answers weren't quite what he was expecting, but he rolled his eyes at the safe comment, hand moving to the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a thick fold of bills, hundreds and thousands neatly curved in to and held with a sturdy clip. He handed it over.]

No safe, I'm afraid. Not much of anything that I need locked up. If you want money, you can have it. You humans and your fondness for currency. It never gets old. As for the first bit, well... who knows? Likely wasn't your time. Though, if you're in the habit of shooting your little pew pew thing at people, it's probably for the best. I'm not seeing new clients at the moment, if you get my drift, and Hell's a bit unattended.

Now, for the last bit...

[He spread his arms along the back of the couch, leveling Leonard with a grin.]

What would you do with me? If you had me, that is.

[Cold's free hand drops near his leg where the handle of his gun is waiting. But he's surprised to see the wad of bills easily being handed to him without even a second thought. Who just hands a stranger--who just about broke in, helped himself to his liquor and fell asleep in his bed AND threatened him if he called the police-- a wad of what looks like thousands of dollars, FOR NO REAL REASON?? It kind of takes the fun out of robbing someone really. At first he's in too much disbelief not to take the bills when they're handed to him. He tilts his head, brushing his thumb through them to have a quick guesstimate at how much is there before just reaching over to set the money on the table, sliding it back to him.]

I don't do hand outs. I'm not that desperate.

[Though when the Devil leans back and spreads out invitingly over his corner of the couch he can feel himself start salivating. His tongue flicks over dry lips in a quick attempt to drag his focus back, but his eyes can't help but roam. The invitation is tempting. Almost too tempting and those once cold blues hold a hungry heat.]

Everything. [He mutters with a rasp of arousal before he catches himself once more, victim to that damn potent influence.]

I'm drawn to you, as much as that frustrates me. What are you doing to me?

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So you'll steal, but you won't accept something willingly given. Odd, aren't you?

[He shrugged as if it didn't matter to him. Whether or not Leonard took the money at any point was his choice. It was there.

He couldn't miss the way the man's ice blue eyes skimmed over him, or the way he seemed to not want to admit to that desire.]

Doing? Nothing but being myself, I'm afraid. That draw isn't intentional. Usually affects women; you know, the ones that like the bad boys, but I've found it seems to draw a few men in as well. Like a bit of the naughty, do you? Just men, or both?

[Intimacy wasn't exactly something he really does. Not that he's incapable or is anywhere near being a 40-something year old virgin. He just doesn't often let anyone in. He has his baser instincts, his needs and desires. Typically he handles them alone because he's too picky to really find himself sexually attracted to just anyone. He finds it hard to trust someone as is, it's even harder still to bring someone to his bed. Not that he hasn't done the whole one-night-stand without names sort of thing. He was young once. More often than not he is too caught up in the game, more interested in the next heist or keeping an eye on Barry Allen or any other thing than sex. He doesn't typically flirt with much more than danger or the risk of getting caught. He's really married to the job. His lifestyle. His freedom. Sex is on his mind on occasion but it's not important enough to really go out to bars and pick someone up when he can just take care of it himself.]

I'm a criminal. Of course I like the darker side.

[A small shrug, eyes never leaving Lucifer or really losing that heated edge.]

Doesn't matter to me what you are. [He just needs the attraction and the connection to want it.]

That's not entirely a given, you know. It really depends on the individual. Some commit crime out of necessity, not pleasure. I would know the difference, after all, as I get the really naughty ones, not the good at heart ones.

[He sees the way Leonard is watching him, that hungry sort of gaze that reminds him of someone looking at something tasty before they put their mouth on it. He's close, Lucifer can tell, but he's curious what it would take to tip him over that little bit into acting.]

Interesting you'd say 'what', as that applies to more than just gender. Rather open sort, aren't you?

[What am I afraid of? Why hold back? He asks himself, that influence curling heady and strong on him, drawing him in with every purred word or glance he meets. He's getting uncomfortable in his own skin as that need grows intense. It's been... a long time since he's been with someone. And considering he'd died and was given this second chance it's an even stronger draw to just enjoy it. It's not as if he ever had any reservations about gender, male, female, whatever they were so long as he wanted them, he'd go for it.]

I do it for pleasure. [So he says, but many would argue that he's more good at heart underneath it all.]

Human, metahuman, demon, angel, devil, male, female, whatever you are, doesn't matter to me. [He sets his glass aside on the table, eyes focused like a predator on the devil as he finally moves closer, sliding across the couch to sit nearly hip to hip.]

You just need to interest me. Don't be boring and you might have a chance. [A coy tilt of his head as his eyes sweep over him slowly once more. Down than back up so that ice blues reflect his hunger as he looks into Lucifer's eyes.]

Though I've always flirted with danger.

You're doing much more than just flirting with danger at the moment. But I think a part of you knows it. Perhaps that's the draw, mm? I am the ultimate 'bad boy', as it were. First and best. If you want something naughty, why not climb the Everest of it and get it from the source, mm?

[That hunger in his gaze was something he was very familiar with. He felt that returning tickle of arousal and let his own gaze drift down over Leonard, let the man see him do it before he met blue eyes with brown.]

The what may not matter, and I'll give you it's never really that important, but you'll certainly be remembering the who.

[Leonard can't help the soft scoff of a chuckle at the idea that this guy was a "bad boy"]

You don't seem so bad.

[It's playful, meant to maybe coax the other into action to prove him otherwise. He's still unsure about the whole Devil thing, not that he paid much attention to the stories or ever went to church in his life.]

You'd better make damn sure of it.

[Another coaxing remark, playing right into the Devils fingers and challenging him, yet giving in to the potent desire pulling him in. He leans in then to capture Lucifer's lips, stealing a firm kiss to test the waters.]

[Leonard had no idea what the truth really was, and if he thought himself as the big bad, well... Lucifer had an entire realm to show him filled with those who made Leonard look like a bloody choir boy.]

Appearances can be deceiving, though, you've hardly gotten on my bad side, have you. No reason to show and tell all the nasty secrets the world has yet.

[His arms were splayed along the back of the couch, resting over it as his knees were equally splayed wide, his gaze a little lurid as he watched Leonard grow more bold, watched him fall a little further under that influence. Watched all the way up until lips pressed to his.

Then he showed Leonard what a kiss really was. No hands. No movement of his body, but he used his lips, tongue, and teeth to their full ability to give the man brazen enough to try to rob him a little show.]

[Len hums a soft moan against Lucifer's lips the moment the other reciprocates. It's quite possibly one of the best make-outs he's ever had and he presses into it, matching Lucifer stride for stride as their tongues tangle with one another. Len may be cold but he's no virgin and he shows he knows what he's doing as he slows his movements and makes each massage of lips last while they consume one another. He'll shift into the devils lap despite himself, straddling his thigh and practically giving himself over to whatever the Devil desires. One hand reaches down to relieve some strain on his erection, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his own fly. He'll then drape his arms over Lucifer's shoulders, curling his lower back as he leans in, jeans inching down his hips as he presses against that lean body between his thighs.

He'll then break the kiss as he slowly rolls his hips to grind against Lucifer.]

Well? [A tip of his head as his lips hover near Luci's, breath ghosting over his lips.]

What does the Devil want most right now?

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