(Demand meme) Mohinder was way past tipsy at this point but yet, Claire continued to tease him - trying to persuade him to talk naughty to her, asking exactly what he wanted and such. After several attempts of answering as a gentleman which were laughed at, something snapped inside him and hands went to grasp at her shoulder and waist as his eyes drifted over her face as though he wanted to devour her whole. "Fine. I want rough sex... now," he finally growled out, low and raspy.
There was no denying, Claire was a sexual being. She’d never had any pretenses otherwise; no one who had ever met her would say the opposite. The fact that she actually cared about Mohinder only drove her desire for him higher and she’d been unable to resist teasing him. They’d brought a few drinks home for the evening, and a few turned into some old bottles of wine…even she had a little buzz going, which made her see everything through rose tinted glasses.
He’d rebuked her first few advances with his usual chivalric default. It didn’t bother her, she knew he’d willingly give in eventually—but she hadn’t expected him to turn animal on her. The sudden grasping at her shoulder and hips sent an electric thrill through her petite frame and she let out an involuntary gasp at the change. His voice and that predatory look made her shiver and she wrapped her arms around his neck, nose touching his.
"Your wish is my command," she breathed back, grinning wickedly, nipping at his lower lip before turning to drag him back to the bedroom.
