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wiped (ex_alluringl235) wrote in anon_rpg,

In the moments that passed from their ardent kiss, Hestia felt herself take over the caretaker role; her hands were hovering over him and she was trying to do complex magic with her wand, his shoulder the focus on her attention. As he trailed the skin on her arm, Hestia's eyes fluttered closed briefly, taking in not only the way his kiss made her want to be on her back, spread out underneath him, but now the feeling of complacency with his touch. it was an addiction, one that she welcomed with every part of her body that shuddered and became heated when he even spoke to her.

Perhaps it was shock when he said that he never kissed anyone in his office before her, but Hestia put her wand down behind her and turned back to him, a curious but genuine look on her face. "Why," she said as she moved to kiss his good shoulder, and then his neck as she whispered "Not?"

If control was something that he wanted, he'd have to learn that she wanted him terribly, almost to a point where even if he told her no, Hestia would still come after him with her eyes half open and a grin on her face. He was older, mysterious, sexy; things that any woman would want in a man but even more because he chose her.

Hestia made a point to pull back from him without kissing him, her hand still hovering over his shoulder to heal him. Her training came in useful for protecting herself and, apparently, others. "I'd like to keep doing that, Seeker."