Succubs on Top

'Nonlethal's going to be hard for you. You're the ultimate look-don't-touch girl.'

My slumping head shot up. 'That's it.'

'What's it?'

'Looking without touching. You're going to help me.' I felt my natural optimism and vigor seizing me as I flashed the incubus a saucy grin. 'You're going to be my photographer.'

His eyebrows rose, but I think he already knew where I was going with this. 'And pray tell, what will I be photographing, my dear?'

'Me. In a bevy of alluring poses and skimpy underwear. Or nothing at all. We'll do a whole spread.'

His smile twitched at the word spread. 'And you think this will help him? All it'll do is drive him into the bathroom alone for ten hours.'

'Hey, he can do whatever he wants with them, but it's a great idea. It'll be a treat. A safe way of having me without having me.' I poked the incubus in the arm. 'You'll help, won't you? You're the only person I trust to take these.'

'Of course I'll help you. Why'd you even ask?'

I sighed happily, like a great load had been taken off of me. 'Of course, even if this is good for Seth, it doesn't solve the problem of me being a weak-willed strumpet. I'll still be thinking about him all the time. Still wondering what it'd be like to touch— really touch—him. Still breaking down with him in moments of weakness.' I sighed again, this time with frustration. 'There's no helping me, I guess. Pictures of him won't do it.'

'Hey,' said Bastien, touching my chin. 'Smile again. You'll figure out something. And if not, I promise you I will. The brother you never had, remember? We're here for each other, n’est-ce pas ?'

I smiled and leaned my head against his chest. 'Oui.'

We stayed like that for a few pleasant minutes until I remembered far less sentimental issues. I sat up.

'Oh, hey, you have got to check something out.'

I picked up my purse and pulled out the bag of crystals Alec had given me. Bastien recoiled when I held them out to him.

'What the hell are those?'

'That's the million-dollar question. These are what's causing my friend at the bookstore to act so weird.'

Regaining his composure, he leaned in to look closer but wouldn't touch the bag. 'They're strange,' he said slowly. 'They give off something…'

'Like an immortal signature,' I agreed. 'But I've never felt an inanimate object that did this. It's not the same as an enchantment.'

'It doesn't feel bad exactly…just not right.'

'I asked Seth about it. Mortals don't feel anything, only us. Ever come across anything like this?'

'No, but then I'm the novice next to you, right?'

I slid the crystals back into my purse, to the relief of both of us, and then explained what Alec had said about mixing them in liquid.

'Curiouser and curiouser,' mused Bastien. 'Not like any drug I know, but it's not giving off any legitimate potion vibes either. If you want to know what this is, Fleur ,you're going to have to break out the big guns.'

I knew he was right. We hung out together a while longer, moving on to less weird subjects. The bread smelled so good cooking that there was no way I could leave until I'd tried a piece. Upon tasting it, I decided that whatever her other faults, Dana knew what she was doing with food. I ended up getting away with a good half loaf of the bread and then drove back downtown to find the 'big guns.'

I got a lucky break, and Jerome actually answered his cell phone and gave me his location. Even if he hadn't, it would have been on my list of places to try. The Cellar was an old, dark pub in Pioneer Square, Seattle's historic district. You had to take a flight of stairs down to get to the Cellar, and I always had the feeling the place wouldn't survive the Northwest's next big earthquake. The Cellar was one of Jerome and Carter's favorite haunts.

I found them both there in their usual corner. The place was dark, as always, and was starting to pick up a little with happy-hour traffic. Angel and demon watched me enter with their typically amused expressions, both having sensed me before I cleared the door. Jerome always gave the impression over the phone that I was taking up his time, but neither seemed particularly busy now. I ordered a gimlet at the bar, smiling at the two guys who made conversation while I waited, and then moved on to join the dynamic duo.

'A working lunch?' I asked, inclining my head at the empty shot glasses in front of them. The two practically sat side by side, so the only other chair was across from them, like I was at an interview.

Carter picked up one of the empty glasses and offered me a mock toast. I clinked my glass with his. 'Don't question the divine workings of the universe, Daughter of Lilith. '

'The Lord's work is never done,' added Jerome solemnly.

They both seemed a little loopy, but I wasn't fooled. Higher immortals like angels and demons could control their levels of intoxication. The other lesser immortals and I had said a number of stupid things in front of them when we thought either Jerome or Carter had been wasted. Their eyes held a shrewd scrutiny even now that told me they were both curious about why I'd sought out my supervisor in the middle of the day.

'Been to see the incubus?' Jerome asked a moment later.

I nodded. 'He thinks he's making progress.'

'Thinks?' asked the demon, raising one eyebrow. I wondered if John Cusack could actually do that. 'Is there a doubt?'

'I didn't say that.'

'But you also didn't say that he is making progress.'

'A slip of the tongue. I misspoke.'

'You don't misspeak often, Georgie. And I've come to actually believe you do know something about seduction after all. And maybe even human nature.'

'Something?'

Carter laughed at my incredulous tone.

'So,' continued Jerome, 'in your expert opinion, is your friend going to be able to do this or not?'

I was about to say 'of course,' but knew Carter would recognize the lie. Hell, even Jerome probably would. 'I don't know. She's hard to read. Very strange woman.' I pursed my lips, thinking. 'If anyone is capable of seducing her, though, it'll be him. With my help.' I hesitated before adding, 'You know about the Barton thing, don't you?'

'Of course. Very foolish on Bastien's part.'

'I guess.' I didn't want to slam one of my best friends in this company. 'But it's not like our side is really known for impulse control. And it seems kind of stupid for Barton to get so worked up over a woman who sleeps around all the time anyway. What's one more person, immortal or not?'

'Because the immortal meant something,' said Carter seriously. 'You of all people should recognize the nuances here. What would Seth think if you slept with me?'

'Are you offering?' I turned to Jerome, feigning excitement. 'I get to retire if I bag an angel, right? Full pension and everything?'

'Depends on the angel,' yawned Jerome.

Carter kept his complacent smile, unfazed by jokes about his celibacy or immortal standing. 'You know what I mean. There's a difference between business and choice.'

I nodded. I did know what he meant, and he was right— being with Seth made me especially cognizant of the subtleties.

'You know, I didn't come here to discuss this,' I told them. Both had the tendency to steer me off topic into subjects I didn't want to explore.

'Well, do enlighten us then,' said the archdemon indulgently. 'I'm dying to know what would draw you away from suburban conspiracy and mortal intrigue in the middle of the day.'

'Actually, it involves mortal intrigue.'

I gave them a debriefing on the Doug situation. Jerome maintained his perpetual look of disinterest. Carter almost did, but snide or not, he was still an angel, and I saw compassion flicker in his eyes as I spoke. He couldn't help it.