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@bewixched (bo); a place where cars go to get fixed there’s a name for it but it’s 2 in the morning i can’t be assed to know what it is.
“Okay before you say anything, I didn’t actually wreck my car. That stop sign came out of nowhere and my reflexes aren’t the best when I’m not actually on stage so I panicked and hit the brake.” Dulce felt the need to preface, a sheepish if somewhat stubborn look on her face. Behind her, the remains of her favorite car, looking a bit more accordian than vehicle, sat and displayed her shame. “So if you could skip the part where you make fun of me and get to the part where you fix it, I would be so grateful that I might even buy you a cheeseburger.”
His mouth had dropped open, speechless as he looked at the absolutely totaled car. “The stop sign... came out of nowhere,” Bo repeated, like he was trying to make sure he heard her correctly. There was no making fun of her in his tone, but he had to bite back a caught off guard chuckle. “Oh.” Then, he laughed. “Oh, a cheeseburger? Just what a starving mechanic such as myself is in need of,” Bo teased. “As you wish, princess.”
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It almost felt like he was mocking her, and though she tried to stop herself from biting back, Dulce was nothing if not a biter. “I’m offering you a world class chance to dine with me and you make it sound like a charity auction. Rude.” Though she wouldn’t even begin to admit that she didn’t hate being called princess. Or maybe it was that she didn’t hate him calling her princess. Either way, she wasn’t going to examine it. “And you’re stuck hanging out with me while you work on it, by the way. Dad’s out of town, so he can’t come pick me up.”
“It’s a cheeseburger for a wrecked car,” he let out a laugh. “I’d never turn down a chance for the coveted spot of dining with you, but you gotta admit, princess, it’s a bit disproportionate.” Would he argue on it though? No. Not even a little bit. He’d take the cheeseburger and the opportunity, and fix the car without asking for pay from her. It was Dulce, and there was hardly anything Bo loved more than fixing cars, in any case. He offered her a hum in return, approaching the vehicle while picking up a rag to wipe the oil off his fingers. “Are you helping, then?”
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“I wasn’t just offering the cheeseburger in exchange for the car repair, you know. I did intend to actually pay you with human money as well. Dork. I just wanted to take you out to dinner as a thanks for being so speedy, as I know you’ll have me driving out of here in no time.” Dulce rolled her eyes, pushing herself away from the accordian hood of her car as he moved closer, giving him whatever space he needed to work while a perfect eyebrow rose. “Help? Is it going to ruin my nails because I just got them done. And, you know, I’m definitely not wearing the right clothes to play a mechanic.”
“Really?” Bo raised a faux surprised brow, still having a smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, thanks for offering. I’ll take the cheeseburger, though.” Though for a short moment, he grimaced. “You’re not going to be driving out of here with that thing today, though. No way to be speedy with that thing, when it’s like this.” Pinching his fingers underneath the crack at the front of the car, he tried to open the hood. It took a few sharp tugs, but eventually, it pitifully opened, creaking in its hinges the slightest bit. “You can hand me tools, if that’ll save your nails, princess.”
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“I–” Dulce looked crestfallen for a moment before she sucked it up. Grin and bare it. That was her motto. “It’ll be okay. You’ll just have to give me a ride home. And–” Slipping from where she’d settled, she pulled her hair up in a tight bun at the back of her head, unzipping her far too fancy jacket and tossing it to the side. “No, I’ll help. I should learn some stuff about my car, right? Besides, I bet you’re a really good teacher.”
“Will you be okay riding on a motorcycle?” He didn’t look back as he asked, occupied with leaning forward into the ruined hood of the car, “If so, I’ll take you home, princess. No problem at all.” Bo heard a piece of fabric lightly thump against a chair, felt Dulce move behind him and then he finally straightened up to look at her. Just when he heard her speak. The corner of his lips lifted into a lopsided grin. “I’m an excellent teacher. It warms my little, poor heart that you recognize that.” Something he difinitely wouldn’t admit out loud, was how his heart gave a little start at the decision that she’d stick around a little. Bo adored fixing cars and motorcycles and anything with wheels, really, but it did get lonely sometimes when he spent nights and days here. Only sometimes, and even rarer times he was ready to admit that to himself. “What do you know about tools? The name and how it looks, or should I describe thinigs to you?”
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There was a moment of pause, Dulce considering him, lip curled between her teeth, before she nodded. “As long as you promise you won’t let me fall off.” She finally agreed, feeling a kind of thrill in the thought. She would never admit that out loud, of course, but her eyes did dance slowly down his form before snapping back up to his face when he turned to look at her. Her smile felt plastered on, an attempt to cover her gawking. “I think i have the basics down. Hammer, wrench, screwdriver.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess,” he grinned at her, and it was downright a teasing remark had he not spoken it with utmost sincerity. Bo wouldn’t let her fall. Not ever. He nodded as he listened to her list off supplies like it was an exam question. “Perfect. Let me get your - can’t even call that a car anymore - I’ll get it up on the lift and we’ll take a look at it. If you can, please grab a wrench for me, alright?” He spoke as he already began to prepare the care to be taken up on the lift that would raise it slightly above their heads. This would be easier than sliding under a car that looked like it would fall apart any moment.
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“You know, you keep calling me princess and I’m gonna start believing that I am one.” She shot him a wink as she twisted away from him, unable to look at the sad state of her car and focusing instead on the toolbox. There were several things in it that she couldn’t even begin to name, but one had the familiar shape that she was positive she was looking for and she grabbed it, walking it back over to him and offering it with a flourish worthy of any game show host. “One wrench. Eventually, I’ll get so good at this that I’ll be able to replace you right here in your own shop, hotshot.”
Bo hummed, a grin building almost unwittingly as she shot him a wink. “You don’t yet? Shame.” He kept glancing over at Dulce out of the corner of his eye while he checked on the car, watching her occasionally as she searched his toolbox for the wrench. He straightened up once she handed him the tool, and chuckled. “I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad to have an assisstant at first. Co-worker later,” he grinned at her, teasingly, knowing she wasn’t serious. It was odd, though, that he still thought it was a neat little idea he could get used to eventually. “Boss in the future, perhaps? I don’t doubt you could buy this whole place with a snap of your fingers and turn my life upside down, princess.”
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“I hope you also don’t doubt that I wouldn’t do that unless you were in such dire financial straights that it was necessary to save the place.” Dulce knew her image, she knew her reputation. She was the first bank of Dulce, with deep pockets and a willingness to spread that wealth to feel like she was part of something. She only hoped that she didn’t come off as someone who would do anything underhanded with that power and money. Her expression faltered only a little as she thought about it, before her smile was back in place. “I’m willing to bet that if I did become your assistant slash coworker, I’d manage to make employee of the month in no time. I am, after all, very good at a lot of things. I would need a very thorough rundown of your workplace fraternization policy, though. Just for legal reasons.”
“Would you, now?” He eyed her with barely hidden curiosity. “So, if I came to you tomorrow, and actually asked you for money... You wouldn’t turn me down?” Bo didn’t think lowly of her, but he’d never had such a light relationship with money. He’d been taught to think of it as something precious, something to hold on to when you had it, or to spend it on things that really mattered. A kindness, perhaps. He wasn’t sure if Dulce thought of his little workshop as something important. Her words tickled a laugh out of him. “Of course, you would. See, I make the call on that, and my picture on the employee of the month wall is getting a little dusty. I’d love for someone to challenge my spot.” The curiosity was back at her last words. “Legal reasons, huh?”
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“I don’t fear things, and if she has something to say, she can say it to my pretty face.” Dulce’s eyes were narrowed, and she had taken two steps closer to the girl who had made comments under her breath. She wasn’t a violent person, but she could be a violent person. “Wanna say it again?”
Bo took a step forward when Dulce did, never taking his eyes off her. He didn’t want a fight to happen, not here of all places. Not when he was horribly underdressed - bare chested and only clad in pajama pants - and right in the middle of a gaggle of wand wigglers. “It’s fine,” he tried again, “don’t give them the time of day. They want attention, don’t give it to them.” He shot a glance towards the group of witches, who’d been sneering at them whenever they came into view. At any of the muggles present at the party, really.
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“They think their fancy little sticks make them hot shit.” The statement followed a sneer in the direction of the girls before she twisted on her heels to face Bo again. “Stupid bitches.” The pout that set into her features was almost childish, but she pressed a hand to his chest and moved slowly away before it did turn into a fight and they ended up kicked out. “Since we’re at a sleepover party, do you wanna just take shots and play truth or dare?”
“Bloody hell, princess,” Bo chuckled, slightly wide eyed at the way she was throwing swear words around. She didn’t look like the type to put a sailor to shame with her swearing, but somehow that made it even better. “You’ve really got a mouth on you.” Then, he was silenced by a hand settling smack dab in the middle of his naked chest and pushing him backwards. The suggestion she followed it up with made him relax a little though, even if internally he was squealing like a little schoolgirl. “I would love to take shots and play truth or dare. Bring it on.”
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“What? They started it and my daddy has always said, if someone wants to start it, finish it even better.” One more look was shot over her shoulder at the group before her full attention was on Bo. That attention started at Bo’s chest, bare and on full display, and she had to really focus to make herself look up and into his eyes with a dazzling grin. “Alright then, truth or dare, hotrod?”
He was just about to comment something teasing and mischievous, something along the lines of my eyes are up here, when she shot him a grin that had him a little weak in the knees. His back collided with one of the barstools. “Dare,” he responded, looking over his shoulder and ordering them two shots of... whatever was served in this wizard bar. “Hit me.”
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Dulce couldn’t stop the little giggle that slipped out of her, hand lifting to cover her mouth to try and muffle the sound before letting it fall away again. Her fingers lifted to twirl a strand of his hair around them, letting out a little hum before nodding. “I dare you to do your best impression of me.”
His mouth went dry, then, eyes flickering up to watch her fingers so close to his face, brushing over his hair. Bo caught himself quickly, humming under his breath as he pretended to think on it. Without warning, he errupted into overly girlish giggling and reached out, running his index finger right down the center of her chest while pretend throwing his hair over his shoulder. “Can you fix my car, hotrod? It looks like I put it in a shredder but it still turns on. I think.” Then, his laughter turned more genuine. “That was awful. I’m sorry. Truth or dare, princess?”
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For a moment, Dulce couldn’t even comprehend what was happening, before her mouth dropped open in an exaggerated scandalized expression. “It did still turn on!” Despite the sentence being a little huffy, she was still laughing, giggling really. “It was awful, but you really went for it, I’m impressed. I can’t follow that up, so I’ll go with truth.”
“If you call that turning on, I’m scared of what else you call turning on,” Bo downright cackled as he took in her scandalized expression. He took the confirmation that it’d been awful with a playfully gracious nod and a smack of his lips. “Right, you chicken, most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done. Go.”
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“I’ll show you turning on in a second–” Dulce started but the moment the words were out of her mouth, the moment she actually heard them, she stopped short, cheeks flooding with pink and eyes dropping for a moment to hide her embarrassment. She wanted to tell him that this. This was the most embarrasing thing she’d ever done, but that wasn’t true. “I was in a play, rehearsals had been great, everything was fine, but on opening night, I completely forgot my lines. I couldn’t remember anything. I struggled through the play and the reviews called me ‘mediocre at best’. At best, Hotrod. Like, rude. Your turn. Truth or dare.”
“Go on,” Bo’s grin widened, even if it was impossible at this point. His cheeks would surely start hurting in mere moments. “Keep going.” Their shots were placed on the bar top right next to him, and while he listened, he picked them up and handed Dulce one of them. Bo hummed under his breath, compassionate to a fault. “Could’ve been worse. If you’re mediocre at your worst, you’re outstanding at your best, you know?” It was an easy choice to make, then. “Dare.”
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Dulce took the shot and clinked her glass against his before downing it, hissing through her teeth a little at the burn behind the shot. She considered him for a long moment and felt her own grin widening a little as she took a step closer. Her teeth curled around her bottom lip for a moment. She was holding perhaps the best opportunity in her hands, but was second guessing everything. She wanted to use their game as an excuse to make a move, but instead decided to play it a little more safe, if not playfully risque. “Show me your orgasm face.”
He mimicked her, downing his shot as well. It was immediately followed by a wince and an unsexy grimace after the burn down his throat was nothing he’d ever felt before. Right then, her dare reached his ears and the slight disgusted noise morphed into a laugh, just for her. “Oh, princess, you’re going to have to work a little for that one.” That’d been bolder than he’d intended. God, what was in those shots? It must’ve been the alcohol.
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A bright little smile lit up her face, and her eyes roamed him up and down. There was an inherent excuse to do so, after all, because he had kicked open that door for her. Her fingers pressed lightly against his bare chest, trailed down as she took the single step closer to him to make whatever space between them disappear. “Work for it? Where’s your key, then? Let me rev your engine a little to get you going. I promise I won’t even crash you too hard.”
He couldn’t help the goosebumps that erupted on his skin in the wake of her fingertips trailing over his abdomen. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he swallowed heavily, lips quirking into a small grin. “Truth or dare, princess.”
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There was something to be said about the way he reacted to her, sparking a little bit of that fire in her and boosting her confidence. Her fingers continued to trail up and down his bare skin, enjoying how warm it felt under her fingertips. She leaned in a little closer, voice dropping, but not enough to not be heard over the music in the room. “Dare.”
His abdomen involuntarily flexed under the gentle brush of her fingers. Perhaps it’d been less stupid and more of a stroke of genius to not wear a shirt to this over the top weird pajama party. Dare. The word went straight to his head, and Bo had no rational or logical explanation for the sparks the went off inside his head. The words he muttered next were neither rational nor logical, not when it came to them, anway, but they were muttered into the little amount of space between them nonetheless. She was so close he could feel her breath whisper over his skin like a promise of something he would never be able to forget again. “Kiss me.”
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Kiss me.
Two little words, absolutely the ones she wanted to hear, and all the permissions he needed to do just that. Her movements were slow, not from hesitation but from savoring the moment as she leaned in, pushing him back just enough so that she could slot herself between his legs properly, hands coming up to cup his face on either side. She wouldn’t pretend that she hadn’t been imagining this exact kiss, thinking about how it would go and how it would feel and while the time and place hadn’t exactly been what she’d imagined, the feeling was absolutely right. Her stomach did backflips, her heart pitterpattered out of rhythm for a moment before catching up to the pounding base she could feel under her feet. His lips were slightly chapped and that somehow made the whole thing better, made it feel all the more grounded and real. Fingernails dug lightly into the side of his neck, not quite willing for the moment to end, and only breaking long enough to gasp in a little burst of air, muttering out a little “Bo.” like a whispered prayer against his mouth before she was diving back in for seconds.
She tasted just as sweet as her name had promised. Plush lips fitting against his like a missing puzzle piece, Bo could taste the alcohol on her, but the much more saccharine taste overpowered the foreign tingling on his lips with something entirely different. A low sound, rumbling and breathy, escaped his throat. Then, she pulled away.
Bo finally regained his ability to breathe, then, even if only for a moment. His hands flew up to take fistfuls of the fabric of her pajama shirt, pulling her hips closer in a bout of overwhelming helplessness. He didn’t want her to slip away, didn’t want this moment to end just yet. Someone like her deserved infinitely more than he could ever provide, but a kiss he could give her. And a damn good one, if he allowed himself to brag.
His name was soft on her lips, a downright prayer for more, before she leaned back up to reconnect their lips. A heated sigh was stolen from his own mouth, barely fitting in the absence of space between them. Bo let his hands roam, then, mapping out the line of her spine, the dips of her waist. He had to come up for air after a few moments, or else he felt as though he’d never ever stop kissing her again. Still, he kept her close, one hand on her waist and the other cupping her jaw. “My turn, princess. Ask me,” his lips brushed against hers as he spoke.
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Goosebumps rose up all over her skin, a shiver up her spine causing her to draw closer to him, to steal as much of his warmth as she possibly could, despite how heated they were getting, his rough fingers against her skin had a pleasant effect. Her brain had sunk practically out of her ears and to the floor, it was nothing but feeling, touching, tasting, and she chased his lips when he pulled back, not ready for it all to end.
She had liked Bo for so long, it felt like she had been waiting for ever, dropping hints and seeding the idea and wrecking a car just to have an excuse to go and see him, to spend time with him. She had plans for this man, and thinking too much might cause her to chicken out of what she actually wanted.
But he spoke against her lips and she slowly opened her eyes, air blowing out through her teeth as she grinned a little. “Truth…” She pressed her lips to his, pulled back again, “Or dare?”
He couldn’t help the laugh he let out then, low and raspy and almost honeyed with fondness. “Dulce,” he whispered, savoring the syllables as they rolled over his tongue. “Princess, you need to choose. Come on.” Both of his hands came up to linger at her jaw now, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks as he kept her close. It’d be hard to let go of her again once morning came. He already knew that. Bor forced himself not to think too much about it.
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“Mmm.” The little hum that left her was warm and fond, filling up the space between them for a moment as her hands gripped his shoulders, using the leverage to try and get as close to him as she possibly could, to leave no room for even a gust of wind to pass between them. “I like the way you say my name. Say it again, baby.” Her voice was a little hoarse, ragged from catching her breath, and she dipped forward rubbing their noses together almost too cute for the moment of heated passion. “I choose you. I choose this.”
Baby. Right, he was short circuiting. A low sound, something between a hum and a downright moan shuddered out of his lungs, right against her lips. “Uuuh.” His brain was foggy, unable to conjure up a coherent thought. “Dulce,” he managed to croak out again, “Dulce, do you-” Bo swallowed, lips feeling dry suddenly. His tongue darted out to wet them again. “Do you want to, hm, find a more.. quiet place?”
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His reaction to her was delicious, something she would carry with her well into the new year, though if she had it her way, this would be a reaction she’d be dragging out of him as many times as possible, so the memory would never fade. She rested her forehead against his as she caught her breath, eyes closed as she savored the moment, and considered his question. “Do you want to get out of here? I’m sure you know, since you worked on it, that my car has a very big back seat and it’s parked right outside.”
Well, she did not need to ask him twice. Her car’s backseat was spacious. At least... spacious enough for two grown people to move around comfortably. “Let’s go,” he breathlessly spoke, leaning forward and capturing her lips in another kiss before pulling back again.
