Title: The Highs without the Lows.
Fandom: Heaven's Secret: Requiem.
Pairing: Greg/Lane.
Rating: M.
TWs: Sexual content, not quite explicit but bordering on it.
Word Count: 1792 words. (my longest oneshot !!)
MC: Cassandra, whisper of the devil + no compassion
Summary: Modern world AU Greglane get lost. Used the prompt "roadtrip" from rc-catalog's first week of summer prompts.
Taglist: @rc-catalog
"We are not lost." Greg said, looking over at the sun that almost taunted him about his lie, feeling like he was being cornered — on one side was the sun, on the other, his girlfriend, who most definitely was ready to call him out on his (attempts at a) bluff.
"We're just taking a detour." The classic excuse. Cassandra raised an eyebrow, leaning in towards her boyfriend.
"A detour. You have no idea where we are, do you ?" Truth be told, no. No, he did not have a single clue where they were. He was so sure he'd eventually find his way, but his guesses were clearly erroneous.
"Well, since you won't tell me anything, I'll just pray to Beelzebub or something to take our souls before we eventually resort to cannibalism once we've got nothing left to get us out here."
"Please don't say that, Cass." Greg wasn't showing it, but he was stressing out — and his red-haired girlfriend's snide remarks were not helping. She rolled her eyes and playfully nudged him.
"I was joking. Relax. But tell me the truth, you don't know where we are." "Not a single idea." "That's what I thought."
Well, at least that was cleared up.
Now came the problem of where they were going. There was no signal around here, so no Google Maps available for use, no matter how many aggressive shakes Cassandra gave her phone, followed by "stupid fucking technology" and "shhh, it's okay."
"Right." Greg spoke after a moment of frustrated silence from the both of them, turning down the radio that was barely playing any music right now. Mostly just static, which neither could qualify as their favorite type of song.
"Okay. What do we do now ?" He lowered his sunglasses to turn over to Cassandra, allowing her to lean in and give him a quick kiss. Easy boost for when he's down.
"Now, we go to that gas station you passed by earlier, we fill up the tank, we find a map, and we speed." "Sounds like a plan."
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Soon enough, Greg found himself filling up the car with gas, Cassandra eyeing the displays inside hungrily, playing with whatever was left of her Cherry Coke - more specifically, the can.
"This is more expensive than I thought, damn... Daylight robbery, at this point. I'm gonna go inside to pay, feel free to get something to drink & some snacks." As if she'd ever say no to treating herself to gas station delights.
Walking in, Cassandra began to think. It wasn't fair that the world treated Greg this way. Making them get lost, and making Greg pay for it ? He had always been generous and giving — which is what pulled her to him. His bright smile, the warmth he brought people... Cassandra knew even she could be a lot to handle sometimes. Greg had been patient, even when it was tough for him.
Now it's time to pay him back.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Greg looking at protein bars... So she approached a tall, blonde man, eyes shining red while she felt Baal's whisper take over her, making her blood feel hot inside of her veins.
As he turned around to look at her, she didn't waste a second. Watching as his grip on the newspaper he was holding got looser until it fell at her feet, staring at the man in front of her. He was under her control.
"You're gonna go to the counter."
She watched, almost burning a hole into his back with how intently she stared, watching him move while Greg had just gotten there.
"And you're gonna pay for my boyfriend's gas and for whatever else he's bought."
As she bent down to pick up the newspaper without much interest, she could hear both the cashier and Greg's confusion, smiling to herself. Up until she looked up and saw him looking over at her. She could hear his brain putting two and two together, to which she responded by suddenly becoming interested in... pens. Yep. Pens.
She had originally wanted to just convince the cashier to let them walk out free, but she's not careless either. Numbers don't lie. And cameras can capture the two walking out without having paid - now there's money to back them up, no reason to arrest them.
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"I know you were responsible for this."
Greg said as he pinned Cassandra against the car door, her piercing eyes staring into his brown ones. She knew he knew, but as a response, she moved her knee while talking so her leg could gently start to rub in between his muscular legs. And from the way he bit his bottom lip with a short breath, she could tell he liked what she was doing.
"For ? I have no idea what you mean..." She's pushing as she feels him grow harder. "Gonna have to be more specific..." Not stopping her movements, knowing he was going to have to drive hours with this problem. She likes making things hard, especially her boyfriend.
"I'm responsible for a lot of things, dear Greg."
"Fuck." He had whispered it, but her acute ears heard it. She knew he wasn't mad at her for what happened in the gas station— maybe surprised, but not mad. Greg kinda worked his charm on people the same way her— what'd she call it ? — whisper worked, only slightly less effective, and less... demonic. Whatever it was, he wasn't mad, and she knew it. After all, that's why she felt so comfortable teasing him like this.
Right where anyone could stumble upon the two. One of his strong hands moved under her— grabbing at her thigh and lifting it up to push against his waist, her red nails grabbing onto his back once he leaned in for a kiss.
The kiss was hot— kinda like the weather around them, hot, passionate, and a climate they never wanted to leave. Their mouths kept finding each other's, his free hand pressing so hard on the car window it might as well just have broken it while the hand on her thigh crept up her leather shorts, fingers sliding up and up... All the while, Cassandra's cherry red nails— which matched her hair— left small tears at the back of his t-shirt, hands grabbing onto Greg. Showing anyone passing by and showing him that he was hers. Hers. No one else's. Hers and hers only.
Hers. Forever. And she was his, just as he belonged to her. No one else was allowed to belong to him, and she'd deter anyone who tried to get in between the two.
She's all his, and he's all hers.
Heavy breaths were exchanged as they broke their kiss again, staring into each other's eyes, a string of saliva linking their mouths in a way that Cassandra would usually find gross, but right now had no problem with.
"You should tell me next time you do that." Greg said lowly, his lips against her ear, trying to gather himself and not crumble completely under her touch. "So I can.. help you along."
Greg had always taken notice of his girlfriend's... appetite for danger, but he couldn't lie and say the idea of being her partner in crime wasn't thrilling. Especially with those... immortal-level powers of hers. He knows it's wrong, but he wants to help her get away with whatever she wants. He's there for her. He's always been.
"You already help me with plenty." Her hand crept lower, nails soon gripping at his strong, muscular buttocks, biting her lip as she felt the flesh in her hands.
"You don't need to overwork yourself either. Just keep being perfect as you are." She leaned in to kiss his neck, sucking on his flesh, her lips leaving a mark, like a huntress marking her prey, a succubus leaving a stamp on the man who had summoned her and bound himself to her.
"I love you." Cassandra said, looking into his eyes, making him smile. Both were more of a physical type of affection rather than a verbal type, but she knew it was still nice to hear. She liked hearing it.
"I love you too, Cass." Greg chuckled, soon the two pulling off of each other, having... well, let's just say their little scene did not go unnoticed. That's when whatever they were planning got cut short, as they heard the angry, confused voice of a man with a russian accent — the pair looking at each other as they instantly knew who it was.
That guy she manipulated earlier. Fuck.
"You go find a map, I'll distract him." Greg said, to which Cassandra quickly nodded, hurrying to find where a map of the wider area could be located. Just her luck, some guy hanging around and smoking had one in his back pocket — fuck, that's a cop.
He turned around to look at her, taking his cigarette out of his mouth, licking his lips and looking at her up and down. But before he could speak — her eyes shone red. Just one command.
"Back off."
She knew the more she used her powers, the more Baal's influence on her grew, but she really couldn't care less. What mattered here was defending herself, and getting out with her boyfriend without any problems.
"And give me that map in the back of your jeans." And so he did. She relished in this power of hers, it was so easy to use on simple-minded people.
"Oh, and. Hand me that." She grabbed his cigarette out of his mouth, taking a drag as she walked away to get back to the car. She decided to take other way, sneaking up behind Greg, who made Cassandra wonder if he really was fully human. The way his charm worked on people, he had managed to calm the man down and even made him smile.
That is, until Cassandra opened the car door.
And he looked at her, attention taken by the noise.
"You. You."
Fuck. "Go." Greg turned away as the two immediately got into the car before anything else could happen, Cassandra taking out the map like a trophy, grabbing a can out of the ones Greg bought, handing him another which he grabbed with one hand, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek as a thank you.
"You're a problem." He laughed. His laugh was infectious, it made her want to laugh, too, even if she was usually not a very... lively person.
"I know. And you love following your problem around." Was her reply, taking a long sip of her Cherry Coke.
At least now, they knew where they were going. Even if they'd be late, it's fine.
Forgot to take a screenshot but when you refuse to check up on James in episode 8, Jaynie thinks about how they aren’t dating, then she says “Not yet, anyways…” with a smirk. Scheming and calculating Renée vibes?👀
One of the few peaceful moments in my Lada and Volot's life ❤🩹
Lada herself was somewhat incredulous they could just sit and talk for so long with his voice sounding almost soft to her 😅
But seriously I love how they got to talk about things that matter to them and he even gave her a genuinely well-meaning advice about the fear and anxiety she'd been dealing with after that dreadful night (and even before that tbh)
And then all hell broke loose with that cliffhanger 😭💔
I swear I'll start carving markings on the wall of my apartment counting the days left till mid-February when the coveted update will finally release 👀
