She watched him leave the bed, still completely naked, and her eyes sparkled with the thoughts and memories of last night. But now he was getting dressed, and she sighed when the next words out of his mouth pretty much confirmed her suspicions. He wanted to get moving. Using what little energy she had gained in the last few hours, she pushed herself up, trying not to mind her own nakedness but failing. She gently clutched a sheet to her frame as he looked back at her and for a moment she felt time pause. But then he went back to getting things ready.

"I really don't want to be awake yet..." she yawned, unable to contain herself, "I'm still tired...and sore..." she looked at him then with a bit of an amused look, "I haven't been sore in years, Connor."

She yawned again as he did, and while breakfast sounded good, she could only mumble so as she grabbed a spare set of clothing and walked into the bathroom with the rest of the sheet trailing behind her.

When she came out, she looked pretty, actually putting a good amount of effort into it....but still still looked dead tired. "I have an idea....it can be my turn to sleep in the car."

Connor had by the time she was out packed everything up, and was just coming back in from having loaded the car up. He looked up and smiled, chuckling "A fine idea" He said, grabbing the cooler of left over blood packets, and adding the syringe of his blood in it as well. "We'll get you the possession protection sigil for you, and then you can sleep" He said, wanting to get the protection for her from things that would seek to possess and harm.

He grabbed the rest of their things, the room key, and finished loading up the car, ready to go. heading back inside to do a quick check to make sure that there was nothing left behind of them, knowing that they might still be wanted from the police. Well, he might still be wanted at least.

He slipped his phone into his pocket, and asked, "ready to go? the tattoo place is just nearby" He said, having scooped out things in the town at various times through out the stay here. He let out his senses, just in case there was anything supernatural around, but didn't find anything, besides the sense of the deadly sins.

She groaned inwardly. That's not what she wanted to hear...she really wanted to sleep now. Still, it was probably for the best if he was so intent on it..and its not like she wanted to get possessed or anything. With another, much longer yawn, she looked around for stuff. And she found none. Her eyes drifted to the pillows and she didn't bother hiding the fact that she was contemplating on stealing one. But she shook her head and sighed.

"I'm ready..'

She went up and kissed his cheek, touching his hand. There was a certain sense of comfort she got from knowing that he was worried about her, one she was sure she hadn't felt since she was small.

"Oh, can I go give the roomkey back? Gives you less face time" she pointed out with a small smile.

Connor nodded, handing her the key, "You go return the key, I'll turn the knob to lock the door. Going to do a keep sweep, just in case" He said, and as soon as Elizabeth had gone to return the key, he went over to the bed, and therefore the pillows. He had seen that she had lingered on the pillows, and he quickly grabbed one, folding it up and sticking it under an arm.

He walked out to the car as if he own the place, and quickly shoved the pillow inside, as he slide into the drivers seat, the pillow on the passenger seat. He started up the car, driving it towards the reception area, and waited for Elizabeth, keeping his head down, he left the car idle, glancing at his phone as it beeped.

He could see the email was from Marl, and Connor frowned, reading the email, seeing that it more or less confirmed what he already knew. He sent back a quick reply, grabbing himself a bottle of water, and sat back waiting.

The lobby, and service desk, weren't too hard to find considering that she wasn't the one that had found it to rent a room in the first place. The man behind the counter seemed nice enough, professional, friendly. But when their hands touched as she gave him the key, a chill ran up her arm and into her shoulders before dissipated. Then she started to feel good and more awake. Smiling to herself, she bid the now slightly confused looking serviceman a good day and made her way out. Along the way, she looked over several men of acceptable body types, and wondered what they looked like naked.

But she entertained no ideas about cheating on Connor. Instead, looking at the other men only reminded her how lucky she was and how good last night had been...and with a rejuvenated bit of energy, she felt a burning need to repeat the experience soon.

She casually opened her door and paused, smiling at the pillow on her seat. Images of his hand tightly gripping the soft pillow as they tusseled in bed played vividly in her mind's eye, and it caused her to flush a bit. Trying desperately to keep herself distracted, she shifted the pillow so that she could sit comfortably and closed her door.

She had no idea about the extra passenger she had picked up that was now having fun with her.

Connor looked up as Elizabeth opened the door, smiling at the pillow, but Connor very nearly froze. He managed not to, and gave her a smile, even as he was shaking inside. Something was definitely wrong, he could sense it, feel it, and he groaned inwardly.

Minutes too late, all the preparation in the world, and he still couldn't protect her.

He was more then sure that Elizabeth was carting around a Deadly sin, most likely Lust. What he knew about Lust was that the demon enhanced physical...attractiveness, the need to...well, but politely, procreate. Enhancing the need for physical contact, for the feeling of...Orgasm. Which all in all wasn't a bad thing, Connor thought, but the problem with demons is that they made it so much more...filthy, creating the continual need for it, and soon it was never enough, controlling the persons life until they stopped thinking about anything else, forgetting to eat, and drink, and sleep, until they just died.

There was no way he was going to let that happen to Elizabeth. He swallowed, not wanting to let the demon possessing her know that he knew that it was catching a ride. He just needed to grab a few things, and he could rid Elizabeth of the demon.

So he took a deep breath, and he said softly, "Elizabeth, I need you to trust me, okay? No matter what I do in the next few hours, alright? I want to go to the local church, and get some holy water, we are running low on it, and we need more"

There, Connor would be able to trapped Elizabeth, and therefore the demon, in a devil's trap, giving him enough time to chant the de-possessing ritual, and hopefully get this done without causing any damage to Elizabeth.

And he needed to act normal. Shouldn't be too hard, could it?

She had made herself comfortable, buckled up and set the pillow in her lap. Loving that he had actually stolen it for her. Stealing was bad, but she knew that the both of them have done enough bad things just to survive to probably fill the lives of three to ten average men. Maybe more, in her case.

Her curiosity perked up when he didn't start the car, was in thought for a moment, and then asked her to trust him as he went and got Holy water. Unfortunately, by trying to act normal, he had given her cause for concern. She watched him silently for a while before deciding to speak up.

"Connor" she said quietly, "I have been trusting you without question the entire time you have done your job. I didn't even ask about the strange dangly thing on the doorknob....you should not be asking me to trust you to go get holy water from a church when we're low...especially when you know that I would love to step into church again." she paused and looked at him, easily seeing through his words. "You suck at acting normal. What is it?'

Connor cursed inwardly, starting up the car, he seemed like he wasn't going to answer. He had to remember that he trusted Elizabeth completely, and while he didn't know if she could keep the demon at bay, he had to trust that she could. He knew that she was strong enough, knew that she was strong physically, mentally and spiritually. So he sighed softly, "there is a demon hitching a ride in you" he ran a hand wearily through his hair, looking up at the roof of his car, satisfied that the devils trap marked in ink there would keep the demon here, at least long enough to get to the church. Many churches across the country had their own priests who fought the dark, and most likely this one would too.

He drove down the street, "so i would like to get the demon out of you" he said, "because my guess is it's one of the seven deadly sins" he turned, seeing the church up ahead and letting out a soft sigh, glancing to Elizabeth.

When she heard that there was a demon inside of her, she felt dread. What kid of demon? What would it do? What did demons even do? She nodded slightly. She didn't want anything in her other than her own soul...but it felt good...but it needed to leave...but it felt good.

She sighed, irritated with herself.

But as Connor continued to explain, and pegged the demon for being a deadly sin, she got struck with memories so vivid that her body remembered and responded. She gasped and fell forward, her hand landing on the dashboard to stop her from going any further. Her body was almost pained for want of him, but she kept herself in place, telling herself that she can't be so indignant as to jump him in a car on the road.

"Lust." she said quietly, easily putting two and two togethr.

Connor shuddered as the emotions, the need, the lust, and he gripped the wheel tight, refusing to glance towards Elizabeth, knowing he wouldn't be able to restrain if he did. He swallowed, and licked his lips, taking in a slow, deep breath. He nodded, "yes" He tried to keep his voice even, but it was a tone or two huskier then normal.

He pulled in front of the church, parking out front, pleased to see he recognised it, and knew who, hopefully, the priests were, and knew they would help. He got out the car, and opened the back seat, grabbing out the duffel salt, some handcuffs that had a small Devil's trap carved into them, and a book of latin.

He sighed softly to himself, going around to Elizabeth, hating himself, he said softly, "I have to put the cuffs on to prevent the demon from escaping, and probably doing harm to others. Once we're inside, I can do a de-possession ritual and banish the demon back to hell"

She was still recovering from the last wave...or trying to recover.

As Connor opened up the door she looked at him, seeming a bit born from keeping herself held back so well. And then he eyes looked at the cuff and flicked back at him with a bit of a flirtatious look. Because honestly, they're cuffs. But she didn't jump him. Instead she got out and held her hands out to him, wrists touching. Once they were on, she leaned against him, face quite flushed and hot. "Cuffs."

But she didn't do anything besides that. Flirting may have been an outlet, or hr will starting to break down...but she needed to do something to express part of all this need she was feeling. And she expressed that by flirting and touching their bodies together. She may have even groan/whined a little in her need.

Connor was well aware of the...innuendo that the cuffs brought, but the Devil's trap would prevent the demon from escaping. He did sallow, his face reddening as she leaned into him, and he chuckled, throaty and huskily, "Yes, cuffs" He said softly.Connor did not have an iron will, and he couldn't help himself.

He leaned in and kissed her, every inch of passion, of heat, of lust projected into it, and he pulled away, slightly out breath, and he tucked the Latin Book under his arm, taking one of her cuffed hands in his, starting towards the doors, looking about to making sure that there was no one watching them, and no other supernatural entities around, looking back to the church, a sense of calm flowing over him as he did so.

Curches were holy grounds, for which Connor was grateful.

She had grabbed onto his shirt and walled in the lustful kiss he had given her. But when he was hone and Elizabeth was weakwilled right then and wished to continue the kissing (andmore) she groaned and was lead further on. Her eyes beheld the marvelious stained glass and even though She should under normal circumstances feel like she was coming home under the protection of her lord and father...she felt dread.

Once they were just inside the doors, however, things changed.

Because it wasn't her dread she had been feeling...even so..why not make a show? So was the thought of the demon inside her.

Once they were inside, her demeanor seemed to switch. She squared her shoulders and planted her feet. First the left, then the right. Tossing her head up in a bit of pride, a small knowing smile broke into her face, and a new,stronger wave of his ability to magnify things blasted through the building...almost as if announcing his arrival, which is exactly what he intended.

"Father, i'm home.." he chuckled through her lips.

"Oh, shut up and stop talking through Elizabeth, demon" Connor had dealt with many demonic possessions before, so Elizabeth's change didn't shock him, nor did he allow the effects the demon was clear projecting to affect him. Some fundamental part of him knew that it was just magnifying what he felt for Elizabeth, and while there was lust, oh yes, there was his love, which completely trumpt the lust. So he gave Elizabeth a smile and said "don't worry. The demon will be burning in hell in a few moments. I love you, I know you are stronger then the demon"

He looked up as a priest approached them and relaxed some what at the familiar prescence even if the priest seemed somewhat flustered and uncomfortable. "Father furthill. I appear to need a devils trap, some more holy water and a quite room where I can perform a demonic de-possession. There's a deadly sin in my partner"

He cleared his throat, saying almost cheerfully "lust, you know? I fear lust will one day be the end of us all. The cuffs seem to bring out some excitement, so the sooner I get the demon out, the better" he gave a lazy smile to the priest, a guy of average height with black hair and brown eyes, he clear had a scar or two, and had that weathered look some hunters get. "And then a possession prevention tattoo, I think. You and your followers should get them too. The Sins are all out, I'm more then sure"

"Of course, Connor, of course. Whatever you need-you have been a great accet to us. The basement holds the devils trap. I shall get the tattooing gear for when you are done"

Connor smiled once more, and began to led Elizabeth, and the stow-a-way goig for a ride along in her to the basement and therefore the devils trap.

He had rolled his eyes at Connor's retort and demand to stop talking through his host, "Well, I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" he asked, jangling the chain on his handcuffs to make a point. He was trapped already, he knew. While he could hurt everyone there with the strength of the body he was in, he would still be stuck because of the cuffs he was wearing. So he was pretty much a mortal waiting to be hung. What a drag. He then looked at Connor like he was an idiot who had challenged his abilities/importance. "Since when I have mortals ever been stronger than their sins?"

A priest came up, and while the holy order generally made him uncomfortable, Lust couldn't help but grin at his apparent flustered state. He focused his amplifying abilities on him for the entire conversation. Well, certainly it was a fun end at least. Silently, he wondered how much it would take to break the holy man.

As he was being lead away, quite willingly actually, he called back with a laugh "He's also been a great asset in bed!"

Once they were out of sight, he still had a bit of a smirk but had quieted down, humming a bit as they went along. He had been as willing as willing could be so far...but he decided he wasn't going to be quite so willing once they were down in the basement. "Mortals aren't stronger than the sins they take joy in...but you're pretty neat. I can see why it would be hot for her once she got under your collar."

Connor looked back over his shoulder as they walked, knowing that the extended presence of a deadly sin would be damaging. He shook his head at the demon's behaviour. "Mortals are stronger then you think. Lust can be combated, as can all the other deadly sins. I love Elizabeth, and while I want her physically, I want her to be safe. Sadly, you don't understand"

He set a chair in the middle of the devil's trap that was in the middle of the basement, its markings laid out in Iron, and Connor smiled. It was a professional trap, Demon's having a problem with iron, as well as with the trap itself. And the iron couldn't be smudged away, so there was no chance a demon would escape.

He directed Elizabeth to sit down, reluctantly using the chains to connect the cuffs, preventing any escape. He stepped outside the circle of the trap, and opened his book, flipping pages, he began to chant, his voice rising and falling as he spoke in Latin. He made sure to pronounce each word correctly, watching Elizabeth, waiting for the demonic presence to be banished back to hell

He sighed and looked away, bored looking. "You're right, I don't understand...you think mortals are so strong....yet I'm still out here...and your girlfriend is not."

He sneered at the devil's trap when they came to it, noting how impossible it would be for him to escape. This would hurt like hell (ha) but he knew he'd be back eventually. They have been around this long for a reason. As he was forcibly directed towards the chain, he growled at his captor, even snapping his jaws haughtily as Connor passed him to leave the circle. He watched with a glare as the young hunter picked up his book and flipped through it.

As the words were spoken and a chanting began, he grit his teeth through the occasional jerk and lots of pain. After a bit he sat up straight, with a grin. "Even after I'm gone, my effect will still stand. But at least you got lucky on that front, hunter. "

And he sent several strong blasts of his power outwards, amplifying Connor's lust as much as possible.

He body jerked a few more times, and he could feel himself being pulled away. But he grinned again, "She's probably infertile."

Connor gripped the book hard, not letting the demon get to him, letting the lust wash over him, to deal with later as he continued to chant, to reciete, and to focus on the words. He was nearly finished with the ritually, when the demon spoke.

"She's probably infertile"

Connor was in a state of perfect stasis, in a mind of calm and neutral, as he changed, so he couldn't let anything distract him, or the ritually would be ruined. He took these words in, locking them away for consideration later. Instead if breaking the chant, he continued, in the same tone. He was bearing the end, and he looked up, seeing the jerking, the normal pain and struggle of demons in this situation. He didn't need to look down. He knew the last few words by heart.

"ut Deus velit!" As god wills. He let the book shut, and stood up straight, his face a blank mask as he waited for the possession to be over, looking up as the priest came down the stairs

He didn't need to wait very long. Soon after the chance was over, he was painfully pulled out and down back to his origin. The de-possession was complete and Elizabeth's body went limp, her head hung down. She was breathing, though, so obviously she was still alive.

She just felt so tired.

She had started tired to begin with, then had to intensely fight with herself and a will greater than her own, and then went through a de-possession.

She was more than tired. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. She wanted to sleep, to rest...

Connor stepped into the devils trap, after the blak smoke that was the demon disappeared, and began to undo the chains on the cuffs, and then the cuffs themselves, slipping them into his pocket, he gently picked Elizabeth up, moving her outside the devils trap, he laid her down, looking up at the priest. "Furthill"

The priest nodded, appearing shaky, but as he knelt, and shifted Elizabeth's top off her shoulder slightly, his hands were steady, as well as when he began to put the sigal on that would prevent possession from happening again.

Connor watched over, troubled. The demons last, taunting words got to him, and he chewed over them. Connor had never thought of having kids-what 18 year old would have? And then he was attacked, and it didn't seem right to think about kids or a family. And now he was here, with Elizabeth. And suddenly family seemed so close, something he didn't know he had wanted. And now...he let out a soft sigh, crouching down, taking Elizabeth's free hand in his, "you can sleep now"