The day after Pi arrived it started raining again sometime before the sun even crawled out of bed. The world was subsequently misty and moist when Abby stepped out into it. She shivered and turned as goose bumps speckled exposed cleavage. Perhaps it would be a good idea to fetch a jacket and umbrella. Her eyes widened to find Pi standing there in the doorway of her ancestral home. The helpful succubus offered both necessary accessories along with a full lipped smile. Last night Abby thought long and hard and decided that from now on she was both utterly straight and was not going to be tempted by the demoness again. Facing that reality this morning her resolve formed cracks, especially with how Pi was dressed.
"Good morning, Abby." If any one word could describe Pi this morning it was bubbly. She was wearing a white shirt that was tight enough to accentuate with its cling but not cross the line to obscene. Like any woman with both fashion sense and a libido Pi had it unbuttoned enough to display the comfortable top swell of pale bosom. Over that a dark brown suit jacket hung. It had been cut to the shape of her back and waist to streamline those that looked at her rack down to pleasant hips. Said hips were as snug as a hand in a glove within mid-thigh skirt that matched. It didn't go down quite low enough to hide the lacey top of sheer black stockings. How a woman with such curves could stand so easily in high heels was something the Booth girl could only attribute to demonic poise. It was then that Abby realized she was still checking on Pi's legs.
With a grumble the mortal took the jacket and umbrella, popping the latter immediately. "Pi."
Ruby glossed lips made a perfect 'O' before the demoness pouted. "I was afraid you were going to still be a bit put off, Abby. I assure you I mean neither you nor Eddie any harm."
"Why would I think a succubus would mean us any harm?" The question was shot back with very little venom. Abby's exotic gaze lifted from Pi's mouth to coal black eyes. Sighing she tugged on the jacket, quite aware of the way her body tilted and turned to do so. She had to fight to not highlight some motions for Pi's benefit. "I apologize that was rather unkind of me. I am sure that you understand my doubts and concern."
An expressive breath popped out of Pi as she stayed in the oak framed doorway of Blackmoor manor. The side of her hips coasted against the door itself and thus skirt hiked up just enough to show virgin white slip and creamy skin. "I suppose that I do and I shall have to accept that. Might I ask one question of you first though, Abby?"
Licking her rhubarb toned lips Abby for all her determination wished that they were stained ruby. Once her jacket was on her free hand slid into the pocket of hip hugger jeans. The umbrella was tilted to protect them both from drops. "What is that?"
"Is my hair okay?" The infernal gestured upwards. Her sable mane had been curled up into a bun and then staked into place with black porcelain chopsticks. Only a few errant hairs caressed her neck in such a fashion to make one's fingers pine to fix them.
Abby tried not to but she giggled before holding the sleeve of royal blue jacket over her grin. "It's a good look for you, far better than Eddie's jersey."
"Well the sports attire is hardly work safe. Do you mind if I walk with you?" Batting long lashes hell's librarian didn't wait for an answer but rather click and clacked her way out into the rain with a slow roll of hips. "I would rather not get wet."
"Liar." There was no bite in Abby's barb and after a moment she relented with a sigh. "Fine, fine. Just no trying to eat my soul."
"I have no intention to." Pi slid out cats-eye glasses and opened them with the delicate working of mouth and teeth. She let Abby set the pace as they meandered down the lane and toward an elegant old carriage house converted into a garage. 'I am not that sort of succubus."
"Is there any other sort?" Abby looked not to her companions European profile but across the long lawn. There was some movement at the property line, along the gray stone wall. Her interest perked. "Nevermind. Can I ask something, a favor as it seems you will be staying in my house indefinitely?"
"Of course." Pi edged forward to see what was going on. It looked like someone was waving at them both? She could vaguely hear their shouts, after all it was a rather big yard covered with a smattering of elder trees. Something about the ancient growths tugged at the demoness' senses but she couldn't quite put a finger on that. "Who is that?"
Abby raised her hand and made some sort of gesture down to the front wall of the Blackmoor grounds and then an a-okay before sighing. She tugged here and there at her rather simple outfit of v-neck white shirt, denims, jacket and tennis shoes. "Locke Wolsey and I think his sister. It is hard to tell for this distance."
"Oh, Locke, I see." With a smoky laugh Pi gave Abby's side a nudge. "I suspect he is rather handsome considering how you lust after him."
Cheeks darkened and Abby shot Pi a bit of a look. "Hush you. I don't want to even know how you know that. Now as to the favor." She turned their trajectory for the front gate. "I would appreciate if you didn't seduce me again? I prefer being straight."
"Not even a three way with Eddie?" The sniff Pi gave was clearly a ruse. "I suppose I shall just have to suffer with the death of that fantasy here and now."
"So sorry. How does my hair look?" With a fretting puff of breath Abby tracked her gaze to the side. Oh what she wouldn't give for a chance to primp before they got to the street. Her small nose wiggled. The Englishwoman rolled her eyes when Pi reached out to give it a quick tuning.
"Artistically weather blown." Pi winked before adjusting her glasses. After a small oop she even had the good sense to tug her skirt until everything was back into place. It was about that time they arrived at the iron gates of the grounds.
On the other side Locke Wolsey and his sister Ivy waited in the rain. Both had the sense to leave their home with umbrellas. The elder brother had a plain one of black while Ivy's was a rather obnoxious hue of pink. Both of them cast smiles through the leaf decorated bars as well as reserved waves, almost in unison their trademark slate blues skipped over to Pi in curiosity.
"Good morning, Abigail. You are looking quite nice today." The rather rakishly cast Locke was the first to look back over and grin in such an impish fashion. He had one of those trendy haircuts that bordered on bed-head but actually pulled it off. Shifting atop fine riding boots that had been spattered with fresh mud he dipped his chin toward Pi. "A fine morning to you as well, Miss...?"
