om_main | Betsy and Lydia (Oct 26)

Betsy summons Lydia over to tell her about the night with Damon before she hears about the situation from the other party.

Betsy had gotten home very late from Shinobi's party--or very early, in regards to Saturday morning. Normally, if she was up before dawn she'd be in the gym training. Instead, she took a long hot shower and then curled up in her bed, sleeping soundly until afternoon. It wasn't until later in the day that satisfied exhaustion started to give way to crisis management.

As much as Betsy didn't want to tell anyone about her questionable life choices, she knew that Lydia and Damon were still close. If she didn't tell Lydia, Damon likely would. She texted her friend and asked if she wanted to come over that weekend.

And of course, Lydia did. Any excuse to take her ease with Betsy was going to be grabbed. So the next afternoon, she was settling into a comfortable chair with a glass of her favorite San Pelligrino and lemon, tucking her feet up under her. "Did you enjoy the party?" she asked. "You left early.. ish. Not that I stuck around, either."

Betsy took a swallow of her drink. There was no point in putting off the topic. "I actually left extremely late," she said. "There was... well, something happened that I wanted to talk to you about."

Lydia's eyebrows went straight up. She sat forward on the chair and said, "I'm all ears."

Betsy considered. There was no way to sugar coat it. "I had sex with, Damon," she stated, feeling both a weight and absurdity to the words as she said them.

Lydia blinked rapidly. "You... wow. Okay." A tiny smile played at the edges of her lips, though she was clearly thinking that was a mistake. "Please tell me how, because I cannot even imagine."

"Violently?" Betsy supplied. "We were both drinking, but I don't think that I was drinking enough to use that as an excuse. It was either fuck him or crush his windpipe and somehow sex was the option that won."

Lydia blew upward, sending hair flying. "Well, I always assumed one of us would have to hide a body eventually, but I'm at least glad it won't be his. Yet. Oh god, though."

"It would be unfortunate to leave bodies in Shinobi's home."

"Probably wouldn't be the first," Lydia said with a sideways look. "Seriously, though... was this a one time deal or...?"

"Oh god," Betsy said. "Probably? We didn't exactly discuss feelings. I didn't want to run into anyone, so we pretty much fucked and slept intermittently until I was sure that no one would notice someone leaving the guest room, at which point I snuck out on him. That's one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you first. I have no idea if he's going to say something."

"Probably depends on how bratty he's feeling." Lydia rolled her eyes, but then couldn't help a little laugh. "Well, honestly, he's damn good in bed, and I'm sure you needed it..." So that was a good thing, anyhow. Possibly the only good thing, because, well, Damon.

Betsy dropped her hand over her face, expression full of chagrin. "Yes. He's certainly good for something."

"Couldn't have lived this long by being only a pain in the ass," Lydia said with another sigh. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you got a good lay? Repeatedly? But--oh god. Damon."

"Pretty much," Betsy agreed. "As long as Brian never finds out, I think I can live with this. I wouldn't put it past Damon to gloat over this to you, but I'm pretty sure the other event is less of a risk.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he did," Lydia said with a little laugh, wry but genuine for all that. "And I will punch him in the neck if he does.

"But yes. Brian must never know."

"It's a shame that threatening Damon with things on pain of death just turns him on," Betsy said wryly.

"It really is." Lydia sighed. "Well, it is when you're not in bed with him, anyhow. When you are, it's pretty fun."

"Thank you for being so understanding. I can always trust that you won't judge me when things get dodgy."

"Glass houses," Lydia said with a snort. God knew she'd been down that particular road of questionable judgment... more times than she could count. And, if she was honest, sometimes missed it. Not in any practical way, but, well.

Betsy gave Lydia a small smile. She was glad to have at least one mild reaction. She suspected she wouldn't get one from anyone else if the subject came up.

"The good news is, this'll probably make it even easier for you to keep him on a short leash if you ever need to. He does have a weak spot for obeying the women he's slept with--or is sleeping with." Lydia smirked.

"Such great lengths to go to, when a muzzle might do the job."

"If only." Lydia snorted again. "God knows he's earned it."