Kenzi was still upset about it. Even so long after the actual incident, it bothered her that Bo would pull that shit on Clint of all people. Sure, okay, Bo had no idea what Clint had been through. Not many people did. Actually, most of the people that knew what happened were either dead or in some super secret government facility. It was instinct. A succubus gets hungry, she has to feed. It was the fact that Bo, with all her control and all her new powers, chose to take advantage of Clint like he was just some jerk off the street.
Bo had never fed off of Kenzi. Not once. They were too close. She was family. And Bo knew that the one thing Kenzi hates the most about the fae is when they treat her like nothing more than a snack with privileges. It was the fact that she used Clint like food. No permission, no anything. And then he'd moved out.
She was mostly okay with it now because Clint seemed to be okay with it, but she was by no means over it. She didn't think she ever would be. Bo had been changing a lot lately. The power-- ... the power was getting to her. Kenzi didn't like playing the conscience, but she was the only thing keeping Bo grounded. The other fae encouraged it and Lauren was just so out of touch with humanity. It was scary sometimes. Really scary.
Kenzi's face lit up the second she saw Clint, just like it always did. With a brief tug on Bo's sleeve and a nod in the direction of the bar, she left the chattering fae-posse to collapse in the seat next to him. She stretched her arms out in front of her on the bar and rested her head on his shoulder, clearly unable to support her own weight either out of pure laziness or genuine fatigue. It was actually the latter for once. Poor thing was bushed.
"I'm psychic, remember? Drinks are on you tonight, Clintness. I'll make it up to you after we bust mysterious mesmer case. It's total bullshit. I'm exhausted."
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Date: 2012-09-19 01:38 am (UTC)Bo had never fed off of Kenzi. Not once. They were too close. She was family. And Bo knew that the one thing Kenzi hates the most about the fae is when they treat her like nothing more than a snack with privileges. It was the fact that she used Clint like food. No permission, no anything. And then he'd moved out.
She was mostly okay with it now because Clint seemed to be okay with it, but she was by no means over it. She didn't think she ever would be. Bo had been changing a lot lately. The power-- ... the power was getting to her. Kenzi didn't like playing the conscience, but she was the only thing keeping Bo grounded. The other fae encouraged it and Lauren was just so out of touch with humanity. It was scary sometimes. Really scary.
Kenzi's face lit up the second she saw Clint, just like it always did. With a brief tug on Bo's sleeve and a nod in the direction of the bar, she left the chattering fae-posse to collapse in the seat next to him. She stretched her arms out in front of her on the bar and rested her head on his shoulder, clearly unable to support her own weight either out of pure laziness or genuine fatigue. It was actually the latter for once. Poor thing was bushed.
"I'm psychic, remember? Drinks are on you tonight, Clintness. I'll make it up to you after we bust mysterious mesmer case. It's total bullshit. I'm exhausted."