Pi did not believe for a moment that Eddie was sick. The succubus had not pressed him into coming to the BBQ earlier tonight, or even laid one guilt trip. Abby hadn't been so kind. The poor witch was a bundle of nerves, all of them frayed. Not that she blamed the woman. While the sex kitten was crafted from lust itself she fully understood the concept of love. Thankfully she had never suffered from its poison. She turned away from watching the lights within Blackmoor Manor as an expressive sigh worked its up through her bust and past full lips. She nearly tugged a hand through her mass of black hair before recalling the effort she'd gone through putting it in the state it was. She'd lost count of all the hair pins used in the creation of a hair do which had made even Grecian beauties jealous in the past. She'd never meant too, of course. Envy was someone else's bag all together.
The demoness felt all dressed without anywhere to go. She nearly looked back at where she called home at the moment before huffing. Edward Vance could sit and rot for all she cared. There was a party on and damnit she was going to have fun! Besides, someone was looking at her with lust. She puffed out her rack and cocked shapely hips to the left. It came to no surprise that it was Ivy who was staring. Pi was perfectly okay with that. She'd choose to slip into an all but sheer dress for that reason. It was so liberating to only have a thin sheet of white fabric between her nakedness and the world. The fresh air teased cotton against her full breasts and she was sure her headlights were on. The way it flowed up and through the skirt to caress her feminine apex gave her just the right sort of tingles. Oh and how it clung to the apple shape of her ass with every movement, it felt as good as a lover's hand sliding across the skin. Anyone that studied her would quickly realize she didn't have a scrap on underneath.
Surely Ivy had been observing her for a while and has come to that conclusion. The hunger in the punky girl's gaze was almost enough to sear flesh. Pi felt it worm its way into her lower stomach and ignite its own fire there. Ivy's eyes looked up from the plush woman's chest to her eyes; her own went a bit wide. She glanced back down at the sauce drenched food on the plate in front of her. It was easy to tell that the younger of the Wolseys was right uncomfortable tonight. More than likely her extremely different attire was due to her elder brother's prodding. Her perky frame had been stuffed into a strapless burgundy dress with a skirt that went down far enough the hide her feet. The way the front was sculpted did little to enhance the cleavage line. Worse yet she had a dark brown lady's jacket on over it so she'd not dare to show something as scandalous as bare shoulder. Her usually spiked hair was combed back and ears adorned with respectable studs. The choker she wore of black lace had a small ivory curio in the middle. No doubt it was a face of a relative who had died long before even her parents were born.
Pi took a moment to look away so the other woman's blush could clear. Locke's party had turned out a fair attendance. Eddie was right, though; this style of food was far too messy for the English. That and the oddity of it! If she heard one more person, boy or girl, squeal when they were offered alligator meat. It wasn't really all that unusual. There were so many people that both the wide marble patio and the ballroom it was attached to were filled. A few groups had already spilled over onto the stairs or lingered near the edges of the lawn itself. This last group was shunning the bright lights that had been set up so they could have private conversations. Occasionally she caught a tremor of lust from those little groups as well, but nothing too strong.
On the other hand Locke was in his element. He'd not cooked himself but had donned a Keep Calm and Carry On apron once food was doled out. The smell of the fare hung in the air, soaked into every sense. She'd never imagine it would be so... smoky. In a way it reminded Pi of home. There was of course a distinct lack of the wailing damned and cackling demons. The sauce selected had been just the right combination of spicy and tangy and her tongue still craved another bite. It wasn't like she had to watch her figure but still, the demoness wasn't going to pig out. Abby too hadn't really eaten much. At the moment she was Locke's side as if she was the hostess of the estate, which was a nice thing to see. It warmed the cackles of Pi's heart. Everyone should have someone they could be so perfectly comfortable with.
Save the infernal of course. They didn't need anyone. She was going to keep telling herself that. No matter how good makeup sex had been with Eddie just days ago... lakes of fire! She needed to get these unbidden feelings out of her system.
Abby had decided to go with the blouse she'd bought and a dark skirt that had a slim cut to high light her long legs. It wasn't as flowing as the outfit that Pi had suggested but it was plain she was comfortable in it. Just as plain? Locke liked the way she looked. He kept stealing glances over to her when she talked, watching the way her mouth moved. The man was so bold to even touch her lower back to direct her from time to time. No doubt the co-ed's heart fluttered with each press of fingertips.
Abby caught Pi's gaze and smiled in such a cheerful way. Her anxiety was nearly gone. It had been replaced with a steady growing warmth. Really what she wanted to do was sneak off with Locke and let things get hot and heavy. The dusky girl didn't have the slightest idea why him wearing an apron made him look extra sexy tonight, it just did. It was also because of the looks he was giving her. She gave his arm a nudge before nodding to the Tolstoi couple. The Russian/English pair were a fine mix, if both on the heavy set side. It made them an ever better match Abby suspected. They smiled and nodded at her silent excusal.
"And where are you going?" The dashing brother caught Abby by the elbow and squeezed. His touch wasn't controlling. Instead it was curious. He tipped closer to her and his smile only grew more handsome.
Looking into his eyes Abby could almost forget Eddie existed. Which was in truth easy since the wanker had ditched them tonight. Not feeling well her ass. "A girl does need to attend to a few things now and again. Not to fret, Mr. Wolsey, I shall return to your side soon enough."
"Promise?" He made a crossing motion in the air over her heart.
She felt the muscle pitter patter faster. "I do. Do not keep your guests waiting."
The tubby witch and warlock just exchanged one another a knowing, amused and adoring glance. One might imagine they were recalling their first few days together. Abby lingered in the contact with Locke before slipping off to powder her nose. She gave a Pi a salute along the way. The succubus winked over the top of her spectacles in response.
Without the budding couple to watch Pi's attention wandered. A drink would be a good idea. Her hips rolled as she washed through the crowd to the open bar. Like any good English lord Locke had spared no expense. She settled her dark and smothering gaze on Ivy and with a small puff of breath past her sultry lips sent a sliver of demonic magic her way. Ivy looked up with a mild flush and blinked at Pi, then slowly smiled to match expressions. Pi leaned against the bar, turning the lines of her sculpted ass in the punk rock girl's direction. The breeze shifted the right way to send waves through the pristine fabric. Once Pi was sure that she had every ounce of the blonde's attention she made a slow point to the bar in question.
