Unfortunately so. Unpleasantly so. Achilles found no way to believe his bad luck; he was still feeling bitter over the stranger he had been met with in the store. And here she was now, standing right in front of him. But alas, he couldn’t possibly back away out of a grudge; one over some chocolate let alone. He was never the one to pass up a good offer; even if he bore no feelings of kindness for the partner he was paired with.
“ Yes. ” With a cold grin spreading across his face he made the first move upon noticing her reluctance. He stepped forth, one of his hands reaching for hers; his hold was certainly much warmer than the look on his face. “ We shall. ”
He tugged her close to him, his lips capturing her own. He moved slow, one could even say gentle, though in his head he was merely taking the chance of evaluating their situation, to channel his pettiness into something else instead. Professionality above all. His lips soon left a trail of kisses across her cheek, eventually reaching her jaw whilst guiding her backwards towards the bed. His lips hoovered over her wear so he could silently whisper. When he was upfront with a client, things where different. They had times for negotiations when things went beyond the standard; but this was different.
They were to do their thing while the client watched; and the last thing he needed, was throwing off the setting for their watcher by posing questions. “ Now is your chance to tell me what you don’t like doing. ”
She resists the urge to push him away, tells herself it’s work, that she just needs to become what the client wanted her to be. Slip into a role, pretend that she enjoys herself and nothing else. Maybe she could tell herself he was someone else? Pretend the lips of another moved against her skin—-
It works, at least enough for her to respond accordingly, with her head tilted to the side to give him better access and her fingers easing into his hair. It shifts however, the second he speaks.
Instead of responding, Lily makes use of the fact that the bed hits the back of her calves, nearly forcing her to sit down but the mage spins the narrative, has him on the bed in a matter of seconds only to be on top of him just as quick. “Be here with you, for starters.” she responds, her voice low, quiet, with her lips in close proximity to his “But we can’t have everything, can we?” the grin on her lips turns devilish “At least I still have chocolate—-” her teeth sink into his bottom lip, unnecessarily hard but she doesn’t necessarily care, although she makes a point of dragging her tongue along his lips in an effort to soothe, and to put on a show.