It's time for another Good Idea, Bad Idea

[soaringeverhigher]

[After Game 6]

A couple nights after the whole angel incident — once most of the initial panic dies down — Shawn turns up at Helen's brothel. He's alone: no Jeffs, no Dani, no Buck. Alone, and a little unsteady on his feet. Sauntering in like he's definitely not here on official business.

"Ladies," he greets the girls who are lounging around in the common area. Then, a sideways afterthought to the men: "...gents."

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[soaringeverhigher]

So it really might wind up being some grand escape plan. A last ditch. How about that.

This encounter isn't exactly going the way he'd expected, either. Helen had always come off as more than a little predatory behind all the glamour. Despite the fact she's not a Gangrel, he'd half expected her to sink some actual claws into him once they were behind closed doors.

Distractions aside, if they're not about to get down, he's not sure what he's doing here. And Shawn is sick of not being sure what he's doing.

"Dunno about the others, but if you can trust Kitty to do anything..." It's what's best for Kitty. Same when it comes to Helen, actually. "Anyway. Think that's enough talk about them."

His hand moves from her neck to her knee, and he leans in, closing the distance for a kiss.

[helen_troy]

He didn't need to question why he was at the brothel, she had every intention of clearing that up for him. As well as chasing away whatever thoughts he was trying to escape. Whatever her hidden depths, she was a Daeva and could never escape her passionate nature.

She kisses him in return, snaking an arm about his shoulders and drawing him closer. She's usually the lead in this particular dance, and she suspects that Shawn would appreciate a woman who takes what she wants.

That was what it had all be leading up to between them.

Her hands roam over him, exploring the length of his chest and arms. Her head dipping in for another kiss, once the last had been broken. "Nothing but us tonight."