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vox_the_viper (vox_the_viper) wrote in anon_rpg,

With her writhing against him and searching for his skin, Vox wasn't thrilled with the interruption, but her words managed to jar his hunger out of the dominant position and kick start his rational mind. Of course he shouldn't be acting this irresponsibly, but the real problem was that she wanted to go home. As long as they'd been kissing, he hadn't been forced to make a real decision about her. She knew way too much, and it wasn't that his behavior had been outstandingly inappropriate up to this point, but he'd taken such pains to keep his two lives separate; the first time he let her out of his sight, he would no longer have the ability to contain the bleeding over. Even if he wasn't going to kill or obliviate her, which he probably should, continuing their affair was madness.

Still, as he stared down at her, absently running his hands over her skin, the little boy in him determined to get exactly what he wanted suggested Vox could manage the situation. He could swear her to secrecy and he could be good; if he kept her, it was only a matter of time before someone knew of their connection, so silencing her would only become increasingly impossible. He would have to be good.

"Are you sure we should do this?" he asked. "It isn't going to help either of our reputations."

Before she could agree with him and walk out of his office for good, Vox lowered his mouth for a quick but thorough kiss, a groan slipping from him as he pulled back.

"I want to," he breathed. "I really, really want to."