The complex is relatively at rest, but Dominic's pace is still brisk on the way to his office (not so much that he wants to avoid notice than if you're going somewhere, you might as well get there quickly
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It's late, and quiet, and unlike the previous time she's been in her, she's neither wondering if he is going to kill her nor keeping things sharp, vague, and useful. Being Camille, she takes advantage of the quiet to let her eyes wander around the room. Large window, bare walls, bookcases with books obviously read, but nothing...
Nothing like a painting. Nothing like a photograph.
He doesn't have to follow her eyes - he already knows what's in his office. His eyes are, instead, fixed on the bottom of his glass, expression carefully neutral.
(even on his desk, there aren't any photos - there's only one of his entire family he knows of)
His eyes flick up to meet hers, and he throws his head back, finishing the rest of his vodka. Moving forward, he sets the glass down, eyes following its progression until it touches down on the desk.
And he doesn't touch her, doesn't kiss her, not yet. Just watches - a single, warning, yet almost rueful look - because he doesn't have anything to say for the time being.
He's dangerous (yes) unpredictable (yes) this is a dangerous game she is playing (yes, yes) and she knows what can happen should she make a mistake, should she slip across that line (she doesn't know where the line even is) and
This dance won't last forever - she'll take what she wants and go. What she's offering now is just a show (it's just business), but she's here now and she'll stay so long as negotiations are in progress, and he wonders if it's the wine and the vodka but the line looks a little blurry.
(les affaires sont les affaires)
So his hands reach her hips, and he's kissing her,
and the quiet of the complex - it's like hearing underwater, save the sound of fabric on fabric, and light breathing.
She can taste the vodka in his mouth, and the sharpness of it seems exaggerated in the quiet proximity. Fear and nerves and, yes, desire, because the three have always been linked with her and every sound is there and every touch is here and-
And she kisses him back, one hand gliding up his arm to curl around his neck.
He still acts careful, gently pulls her just a little closer, keeping one hand on her hip as the other slides up her back.
(and, oh, he should know better, but her lips on his and he took the invitation, he bit into the apple, and you know what they say, les fruits défendus sont les meilleurs)
(maybe so, but he did ask her out to dinner. He acts, she reacts)
Closer is good, oh it is, but closer means she's just a little unbalanced between him and the desk. She lets herself be pulled, but only for a moment; unsteady on her heels at this angle, she ends up falling back (not much, just a little) and pulls him with her.
A little too late, her right hand falls down and curls around his. It would be incorrect to say she'd forgotten about that, but it would be closer than anything else.
"It will be fine."
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"As long as it's not hot, I can cope."
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Nothing like a painting. Nothing like a photograph.
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(even on his desk, there aren't any photos - there's only one of his entire family he knows of)
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And he doesn't touch her, doesn't kiss her, not yet. Just watches - a single, warning, yet almost rueful look - because he doesn't have anything to say for the time being.
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He's dangerous (yes) unpredictable (yes) this is a dangerous game she is playing (yes, yes) and she knows what can happen should she make a mistake, should she slip across that line (she doesn't know where the line even is) and
(take me have me use me do anything you like)
(just tell me where he is)
she lifts her chin up slightly in invitation.
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This dance won't last forever - she'll take what she wants and go. What she's offering now is just a show (it's just business), but she's here now and she'll stay so long as negotiations are in progress, and he wonders if it's the wine and the vodka but the line looks a little blurry.
(les affaires sont les affaires)
So his hands reach her hips, and he's kissing her,
and the quiet of the complex - it's like hearing underwater, save the sound of fabric on fabric, and light breathing.
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And she kisses him back, one hand gliding up his arm to curl around his neck.
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(and, oh, he should know better, but her lips on his and he took the invitation, he bit into the apple, and you know what they say, les fruits défendus sont les meilleurs)
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Closer is good, oh it is, but closer means she's just a little unbalanced between him and the desk. She lets herself be pulled, but only for a moment; unsteady on her heels at this angle, she ends up falling back (not much, just a little) and pulls him with her.
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- and the hand sliding down her right leg stops, as a low laugh starts in the back of his throat.
Because, if he's not mistaken, that's a knife she's got strapped to her thigh.
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A little too late, her right hand falls down and curls around his. It would be incorrect to say she'd forgotten about that, but it would be closer than anything else.
"Um."
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In a practiced, mock mournful voice: "You don't give me enough credit."
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