Ravel watched as Claret waltzed into the room. He cracked a smile, and watched her intently. She grinned wickedly and glided up to him. Over the years, her hair had grown longer, now it hung loosely past her elbows. Her eyes were still the same blue, like crystals.
"What news have you brought me?" He asked as her hands started trailing down his torso. She leant in close.
"Lots," she purred, her hands travelling lower and lower. Erskine swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
"L-like what?" He stuttered. Claret breathed a laugh.
"That compulsion technique is working a charm," she said, her voice low and seductive. A shiver rolled down his spine.
"Really?"
"Oh yep," she grinned. "Aidan's a cruel, cruel bastard."
Erskine's legs felt weak. God, the things she did to him... "But that's all your doing," he breathed.
"Mmm," she murmured, her hands undoing the buttons on his shirt. He tensed.
"Claret..." He whispered. She giggled.
"Yes?"
"Uh..."
"Ooo," she smirked. "What's that, down there?"
He sucked in a breath.
"Should I take these off?" She purred.
"N-not h-here," he squeaked.
"Take me home then," she whispered, leaning up and whispering in his ear.
"Goddammit," he muttered, scooping her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. Then he slammed her back against the office door, his lips attacking her neck. Claret tilted her head back, her eyes closing, and her lips parting slightly. He started sucking and biting on the skin, finally finding her sweet spot. She arched her back and moaned loudly. He smirked to himself, and grabbed her again, sitting her down on the desk and inching her legs apart so he could stand between them.
His hands roamed her body, tracing over her curves hungrily. She started palming him through his pants, and their lips crashed together.
Claret smirked to herself, and ripped off his shirt, throwing it on the floor beside his desk. She had Erskine right where she wanted him. Wrapped around her little finger.