đ±đ„đą đ«đŠđ€đ„đ±đ°đŹđ«đ€ (aylin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-04-16 15:56:00
Who: Elizabeth Comstock, Ganondorf What: Gifts of foreign delicacies and Elizabeth putting Ganon in a weird spot. When: Today? Where: Ganon's Casino Office Rating/Warnings: Medium, Ganon's internal dialogue of douchebaggery. Status: Complete!
Paris had been a wonderful trip, though the time seemed to speed by. Elizabeth had been mostly able to put the cares of Orange County (and her visit to Paris last year) behind her, and she'd never seen Booker so carefree. Carefree enough to even don a beret for her and pose for a sketch.
Which he'd threatened to throw out, but she'd hidden in case she needed good blackmail material later.
But as soon as they'd arrived back home, it felt like everything she'd shrugged off had come back to bury her. Elizabeth hated that feeling. It felt like drowning. So she decided to take a basket of goods over to Ganon the next day. He wasn't necessarily the natural choice for sharing the burden or lightening one's load, but his presence always made her feel better. Talking to him always helped.
He was working, of course, always working. The guards let her through without a word and Mai spared a wink for her as she brushed past her in the hallway. It made her smirk a bit as she stepped into his office and quietly sneaked up to his desk.
What Elizabeth had to her advantage was Ganonâs complete and utter engrossment to the screen in front of him. Fingers hit the keyboard in an interesting degree of fury, quickly and efficiently, with a reflection of what he was typing mirrored in a set of glasses resting on his nose. Yes, he did wear them - sometimes. Made him seem a little more sophisticated, like some museum curator or some nonsense.
It wasnât until her literal arrival at her desk that he noticed her presence; acknowledged by a glance up from his laptop, dark brow poking up. Ganon didnât look startled by any means, but maybeâŠ
Confused?
âEver thought of pursuing a career in stealth?â
Ganon was easy to look at, and Elizabeth was sure he knew it. But there was something about the way he looked when he was at work - maybe it was the glasses, but it made her insides squish. It made her think of doing things, like sitting on his desk and taking those glasses off of his face. Kissing him, running her fingers through his hair or scrubbing them along the stubble on his cheeks.
It made her cheeks rosier than usual, and her smirk only widened as she responded to him, "I thought you knew everything about everyone around here, but I see I still have some secrets that you haven't discovered yet."
She actually did have a career in stealth. She rarely discussed that, and only Lina and Booker knew. Her hands held up the basket of goods she'd brought over, these items hand picked for him. There was a bottle of Calvados that had been aged 30 years and was well known to go well with cigars. Tucked in next to it was an ornate middle-eastern style dagger she'd picked up on auction, along with a small pot of high quality herbes de provence and another small rosewood box which contained something a little curious. It was a compass, of all things.
"Your tribute, good Sir," She said, teasingly.
Ganon didnât cater to distractions often, but heâd make the exception for her - sheâd been a welcomed one anyway (damn easy on the eyes too), and not like he couldnât find her ability to sneak in undetected endearing to a degree. And with gifts, interesting ones at that, ones that he actually seemed to like. âYouâre a sight for sore eyes,â he expressed after shutting his laptop, glasses removed and folded aside. âAnd here I thought youâd still be in Paris.â
Seat pushed back, he stood and moved next to her to take a good look at all that was contained in his generous âoffering.â Peculiar selections, yet he liked every single one - even the little box with the compass. Itâd fit nicely on his desk. âIn case you were curious,â he smirked, glancing up from the basket. âYou passed the test.â
He even dipped down to press a kiss against her cheek, stubble of his beard maybe even tickling her skin.
This was easy. Too easy. So much that he was almost beginning to feel that itch of guilt.
âWelcome back.â
A kiss on the cheek? Oh, no. Elizabeth was feeling a little too bold for simple cheek kisses. She wrapped a hand around his neck and brought him right back around so that she could crush her lips against his. Maybe he'd be angry at her taking liberties like that, or maybe he appreciated a woman who knew what she wanted. She didn't care, she just wanted to kiss him.
It wasn't a lingering kiss, but it was explosive and passionate and involved a slight bit of lip chewing on her part before she let it go. Breathless, she replied, "I missed you, too."
She was glad she'd passed his test. Part of her had been fidgety, nervous that he wouldn't like the items and what that might mean. That she didn't know him as well as she thought she did. So far so good, though, and hopefully he responded to that kiss in a good way.
That damn little minx, what the fuck was she even thinking? Not that Ganon had much to complain about, now that the show of sugar-and-spice demeanor was pushed aside and sheâd grabbed and taken the reigns of shoving their lips together so harshly theyâd likely be swollen.
And he wasnât an idiot that stood there in shock, either - one handâs fingers dug into her hip and the other locked themselves in the darkness of her hair, the kiss returned in a feverish hunger as she pushed her up against the desk. No bold movements of hoisting her up on the damn thing, but the notion was goddamn tempting and heâd have a little more control of himself for the time being. Elizabeth didnât fit the mold of a makeup plastered woman who wanted a quick go-around in his office and then an expensive bottle of champagne after like she deserved a damn trophy. He had tossed a net when he met her, and he had to admit - he successfully trapped her.
Job well done, wasnât it?
âYouâre more than welcome to sneak into my office more often if thatâs what I get,â he whispered, voice rumbly and husky as he pushed their noses together. Fingers that threaded through her hair cradled the side of her face as he went for another kiss, teeth grazing her bottom lip as a favor returned.
There was a part of Elizabeth that wouldn't have protested if he had pushed her up onto his desk. She might have if they'd gotten too much further, maybe when she remembered that she didn't want her first time to be like that. At the moment her brain wasn't even computing anything other than how amazing kissing him was. It felt like fire and lightning and she was definitely falling hard.
He could pat himself on the back, job well done indeed.
The second kiss felt even better than the first. She did what she'd daydreamed of doing and ran one of her own hands up into his hair, tangling into it. Her other hand braced back against the desk, and she let out a moan. This one she was content to let linger on for a bit, and she didn't break away until he did.
When he did, she couldn't wipe the grin off of her face. She giggled a bit, "I might sneak in more often, in that case."
She wasnât Isabela. With a woman like that, itâd be a fuckfest on every surface of his office (which had happened already, awhile back) and theyâd have a few laughs, drink it up and go around their separate merry ways. It was an arrangement that worked and Bela wasnât delusional - itâs all they wanted, neither of them sought relationships with the other.
And that was most of his dealings with women. Aside from his previous marriages, his (failed) attempts of finding something other than a warm hole to stick it to, and it was all well enough in the beginning. Perhaps it was the first one that hurt the most, there was genuine love there, but the nature of his business had become too much. They let each other go. His second attempt could almost be considered a rebound, one he considered his biggest mistake - she thought she could get the upperhand and screw him over and a betrayal like that was punishable by hand.
His hand, more specifically. Theyâd been wrapped around her spray-tanned neck until the life fluttered from her eyes, and those fake lashes closed one last time. It wasnât a loss.
Now there was someone awfully young and spry, someone innocent yet jaded all in one who looked like she wanted something from him. Something Ganon wasnât sure he could ever seriously give again (but maybe fake it, it was always about business and making people uncomfortable, wasnât it?).
Did she not know what kind of mess sheâd just fallen into?
âYouâve got clearance already,â Ganon snorted with a roll of his dark, dark eyes. It was amusement more than anything, especially when he had to explain the appearance of a raven-haired woman with an impish smile to his security team, letting them know sheâd been roaming the halls for him. And it was all to keep an eye on her too, to make sure she wasnât doing anything suspicious when his eyes werenât on her while she stepped foot on property. With hands squeezing her hips, he dove to her neck, littering teasing kisses and a sharp nip to sensitive skin, breath hot against her skin. âAnd clearly you donât see me being opposed to the idea.â
Ganonâs office was safe from unwanted eyes. No one that would give her grief of what she was doing would find her here. Wouldnât know she was here. What a filthy little secret.
Keeping a secret as big as this one only made the entire thing a little more exciting. Of course there was a river of underlying guilt - how could they have a relationship if she had to hide it from everyone? What would they think when they inevitably found out? And if she had to hide it, it was probably wrong. It was, actually, at least dangerous. Flirting with disaster ran in the DeWitt family line; Elizabeth just found new and interesting ways to do that.
She did want something from him. It was hard not to have emotions, she wasn't as good at separating herself from them as she liked to think. Part of her knew that what she wanted and what he could give her were probably two very different things. Right at that moment it was increasingly more difficult to make herself think practically, though she tried to force her brain to work. If only to keep their little conversation going.
"I wasn't sure what to expect," She replied, a bit breathlessly. Each brush against her neck made her head swim a little, she couldn't help but gasp here and there when his teeth nipped at her like that, "Though there don't seem to be any downsides to having your complete attention."
Ganon thought it almost a splendid idea to toss her right onto the desk and continue - his hands were already playing with dangerous territory, the way they toyed with her shirt and his fingers would brush up against the flesh underneath. Any other woman and it would have been an easy decision, but he was (unfortunately) fully aware of Elizabethâs lack of sexual...expertise (meaning that she was a virgin), and even he had enough thought to realize being a womanâs first might be an awkward experience.
Especially if it were in his office.
Though perhaps more awkward for her, as he knew the âfirst timeâ was hardly ever present, and Ganon had never been anyoneâs first - there were reasons for that.
Finally, he opted to pull away some, creating a gap between so their pressed up bodies wouldnât be as tortuous. âCuriosity satisfied, I presume?â A hand rose to hold her chin and lift it. âThough we donât have to always meet here, either - unless thereâs something about kissing in an office that gets you off.â
Shameless and a little dirty, Ganon gave no fucks. Something told him Elizabeth could appreciate a little filthyness - they were a secret, after all.
"There is," Elizabeth admitted, boldly. But her cheeks blushed bright red at her confession, betraying that lack of experience all over again. Though it wasn't as if Ganon was somehow not aware of her status where those things were concerned. She'd made that plain from the beginning.
Everything about this was filthy, extremely so for a woman who presented herself like a lady most of the time. The lady returned, in fact, as she smoothed her hair and tugged her shirt back into place. Though she was gone again a second later when Elizabeth continued, "When I saw you sitting there, I wanted nothing so much as to distract you. I wondered what it would be like to scrunch my fingers into your hair, what the stubble on your cheek felt like. That curiosity is definitely satisfied. One of these days I'll sneak in here again and do just that. Though I guess it won't be as much of a surprise, since I'm warning you."
The office felt extremely warm, now, and she fanned herself with her hand. "I think I need a glass of water."
It was her willingness that surprised Ganon more than anything. Though listening to how she practically had this planned since the moment she stepped in made him grin crookedly, the way his lips curved insinuated something devious. Another kiss, this time planted to the corner of her mouth, before separating himself completely and going over to the office fridge hidden behind white oak cabinets.
From there he retrieved a water bottle and offered it. âThereâs nothing you need to be embarrassed about. Weâre both adults.â And he wouldnât coddle her like a child the way her household did.
The bottle's chill was definitely welcomed. Elizabeth took a moment to rest it against her forehead, before unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip from it. She decided it was safer not to be halfway sitting on his desk, and instead took up one of the chairs in front of it.
"It's not what we did that embarrasses me, or how I felt about it. It's just... well for one thing, as much as I profess to be an adult, I'm not really sure how one is supposed to act. I'm usually more reserved. Talking to people is usually more awkward, and I'm usually underestimated. You bring out all of these other qualities in me. I like it, but I hardly know what to do with myself. Only that I'd rather be doing whatever it is with you than without you."
Oh, the rambling. She was just going to further embarrass herself at this rate. She took a breath and let it out, then had another sip of her water. "I guess I need to let my hair down more often. Or I need to be in the company of people who treat me like an adult more often. But you have to know it's more than just... attraction. And I know that's inconvenient for you. Or at least, I'm worried that it is."
Never had anyone really been all that honest about themselves the way sheâd been - awkward flaws and everything. Everyone he ever interacted wore a facade, played their cards close to their chest while Elizabeth exposed all hers right on the table, not a beat skipped. And to him, of all people - Ganon almost felt flattered.
Yet it was all strangely endearing, the sincerity of her rambling, her innocent nervousness. Seeing someone so genuine was odd enough for him that he didnât know how to precisely handle it, either. Made him even question the circle of âfriendsâ he had, but let it be known he didnât have any true friends - not many people he genuinely cared about. It was always about business, about money, saying the right words to avoid getting your head bashed in with a metal bat. Harsh, but that was his reality and nothing had been all that different.
âYou want something more than just attraction with me, is what Iâm hearing,â he said, making sure they were at least on the same page - he even offered her a look of skepticism, half-hoping thatâs not what he heard. Bold little thing, wasnât she?
She'd really done it now. All of her cards on the table, and she hadn't even meant to do that. It was too early to have the 'I want more than this' talk. Elizabeth was suddenly so worried that he might turn it all away that she felt like she'd swallowed butterflies. It was a valid worry. They were hiding everything, and he wasn't really that type of man.
If it was going to hurt, at least it was better to rip the bandaid clean off. She steeled herself, and nodded her head. "You're hearing me correctly."
Both brows rose as he contemplated. âA forward request,â he submitted, using the desk as a perch to lean on. Sitting behind it, back into his office chair, would give it the air of business and it somewhat was business related, really. There was still the matter of money and Ganon was still agitated about the rude explosion rouse by two very loud women, and itâd get under all their skins - an amusing thought. He had to consciously keep himself from grinning at the thought.
Jumping straight into things would be almost suspicious. If he was going to play her like a violin, he had to handle it like he actually was in the position to care about it. So cue the contemplative, torn look - the biting of his inner cheek, and the cautious glance he spared her. âIâm not going to rush into this. And as easy as it would be to start ravaging you on this very desk - Iâm going to recommend the âslowâ route.â That was a weird thing to say, even for him - the words tasted off. âThere are certain things I need to take care of. Things that I wonât rope you into.â An angle to contemplate too, considering if anyone got a wind that there was something potentially serious, a bullâs eye would be placed right onto Elizabethâs forehead and he wasnât about to let her brains paint a wall. He couldnât be that terrible, now could he?
Elizabeth sat there silently observing him for a bit, watching the expressions shift on his face as he contemplated things. His answer wasn't a no, though she felt her heart sink a bit that it wasn't a yes, either. She chased that feeling away; Those were the feelings a child might have about this, and she didn't want to be a child. Adults worked for what they wanted and were willing to wait for it to become available.
Taking things slow was better anyway, and she liked that he cared enough not to rope her into some of his darker business issues. That made her smile, "It's... It says a lot that you're willing to tie up some of those ends. And while being ravaged on your desk is a titillating thought, it's not what I want, not just yet. It might be fun to try later."
She got up, out of her chair and bent across the desk to smooch his cheek, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm willing to wait for the things I want."
Ganon was reminded of his first wife. A little bit inappropriate to think about, and the personalities were somewhat similar - she was as kind and patient, he recalled. He should have known someone like that wasnât meant for all the things he couldnât get away from, all the things he refused to get away from. Ganon built his life the way he wanted it. Heâd step on, smother and shoot whoever the fuck got in his way as long as he got something he wanted.
His love for that was greater than any love heâd have for another person. That would never change.
But how sweet of her, trying anyway.
Her closeness urged his hand to brush hair from those scintillating eyes of hers, a gentle gesture from a murderous man. âI wouldnât want to rush you into anything you might regret,â he said. âJust because you want me today does not mean youâll want me a month from now.â
"I'm not so fickle, Ganon." Elizabeth replied, firmly. She took his words as a challenge, instead of the warning that they might have been, "But I think that's something that you're only going to understand with the passage of time. So we'll let that time pass, and see where life takes us. Maybe we'll both be pleasently surprised."