Your Best Friends Flower

She was staring again, she realized. Averting her gaze, Beatrice handed him the shirt without another word. She placed it into his palm, the brush of their fingers meeting in between for just a slow brush of indulgence. She tried not to gasp, beg for more of his touch on her skin. It felt like silk against hers, tangling her in bliss and wanting nothing more but the clandestine whispers of how it felt to be entangled in one another. Their eyes met again, rich purple colliding with a wonderful green to deepen their stare. It was only for a moment because she knew the space between them was closing.

"I suspect he's working late again?" She questioned.

Her teeth carved her bottom lip, sweet and supple for the imagination as she teased the skin. She hoped her tone hadn't seemed too bitter. She had grown accustomed to him working late hours, which didn't necessarily mean that she liked it. She had just gotten used to it.

Almost like a routine. The space between them had returned, fingers still holding on to the shirt she provided for him. Their fingers were no longer touching, lingering near one another in hopes that they would be consumed. She pulled away, tucking a small sliver of hair that dared to come between their stolen glances.

"The shower is free if you want to wash off."

She suggested, trying not to picture how it would all look if this marble sculpted god cast himself in steamed water and dripping sensuality. They had stood there for sometime after that statement, eyes still watching and space continuing to go back and forth from close, wanting to closed and careful. She displayed a sweet smile, soft and subtle before escaping to the kitchen. She had forgotten all about her leftover Chinese but her stomach was in knots at this point.

It was twisting, almost taunting her to give in but she knew that if she did, it meant – well, what did it mean? That she was a bad person? That everything – the home, the relationship – was all for nothing? She tossed the noodles around with her fork for quite some time, distracting herself with little nothings to make it seem like what was stirring in her head was exactly that. It was nothing. Again, their eyes happened to meet in the midst of it all. She tried not to count how many times that perfect shade of green made her a nervous wreck.

Toes curled above the wooden flooring, hoping he wouldn't notice but she knew that he would. He seemed that observant of every little quirk; every tuck of the hair; every change of the subject.

"Are you hungry?"

She was absolutely famished. And it wasn't for food.

"I'm sure the walk over here gave you quite the appetite."

There he stood with all grace and a strong poise in his demeanor. None could compare to the steel stature Clovis allowed to befall the poor woman subjects to the treachery that slowly seeped and oozed in the midst of lust. Ecstasy could almost be felt throughout the atmosphere with just his genuinely alluring and majestic set of jaded orbs. That lust he felt slowly increase will be contagious and like the rest, she would fall to this godly man with the godly tool to have her melted and in a heap of drooling desire doomed for only addictive sex and a future without Mark.

Clovis knew too well his skill was beyond any others. He comprehended sooner or later that blockade she held up would crumble with the furthering of their exemplary meet and greet. It was a matter of when and how he would have her either bent or contorted taking it to the brim. Wicked this man was. The mind worked wonders for him with an endless clockwork of savagery dipped into seduction and the utmost of lust.

He harnessed all the elements and with his body he'd performed what he knew best. Capture, bang, and utterly destroy her mind until she could only remember Clovis and forget Mark. Surely, more time was needed, but the more she knew of this man, whether it'd be the long and meaty tool clandestine his pants, to the muscular upper body, to even the skilled tongue that traced over pert lips, she'd eventually fall. It could be this night, it could be the next, it could be a month from now and he'd still receive what he wanted.

There she had finally made her appearance apparent for the sole member to the living room. Out and about, Clovis eyed her uncontrollably; his eyes disrobing her whether she cloaked it in real time or not. The moment she had stepped right out she was ensnared once more in a horrid game of survival for sanity. Even so, he'd break sanity and bring her to the brink of never ending and lewd land known only as dick loving insanity.

The exquisite contorted and mind boggling ahegao face foretold quite well what she'd be like sooner or later. Locked eyes formed and glued in gaze; each staring and scavenging for what the other could be possibly thinking. Clovis knew though, his stare, as wickedly astonishing and alluring as it may seem, played a vital part in ensnaring her right where he wanted her. Though the droplets caressed his formality with utter grace; each and every inch of pure man glistening from just the remaining strides of liquid down his anatomy, he was still working her mind to a side she'd never return.

To his side; the almighty Kings chambers where she'd be taken and pleasured beyond belief. That fixated stare foretold of her liking to his body and with a singular step forward, he would give her more of detail to her transfixed stare; detail due to his motion forward. It lasted for a slight moment before she averted her gaze no longer indulging in what was not hers. Thought not her own, he was willing to give her all that she desired.

From the presence of digits meeting for the first time to how close she had gotten, he gripped the shirt and granted a deeper stare one she could not refuse.

"Well, thanks, I appreciate the shirt. Kehehe, I'm glad you managed to get the right size. Yeah, sadly, he'll be gone all night, but worry not. He knows I'm here and he had told me to let you know your hospitality, should I need it, will be needed. Anything would be nice, absolutely anything could be done."

Of course, the size was much smaller due to Mark's build not exactly Clovis' The shirt was clenched between his palm and his digits, still his shirtless frame glistening in all it's glory. His dialogue was that of a drug one that certainly would forcefully awaken the deepest and heated feelings right out of her. The very vehement would be enough to drive her to steal even more peaks, touch more, and of course, suggest settings in which were similar to that of the bath she had pictured. He knew she pictured it all.

This man was wicked. At the mere mention he blushed slightly and acted the part of the clueless male. He had been there once before, but never again. She didn't know of course, so he would utilize this as a crutch to guide her to Fuckland.

"Hmm? A bath? Mmm, that does sound pretty nice, but could you do me a favor and guide me to the bathroom. Also, if it's possible, could you aid me with my back and what not? I have trouble washing back there."

He smirked within his mind whilst the ebony pieces of war crossed the plains of the ivory. War now beginning with such a savage advancement she couldn't refuse it. Then came the attempt to change the subject. After having managed herself to the kitchen, the male followed right to where the true divinity of his work would shimmer with all likelihood of empowering her to take a small ample.

With his body, still exposed mind you, the shirt having been placed on the couch, he smirked upon meeting her where she sat. Maleficent and filled with lust, his eyes and smirk stared down at her as he answered her question.

Mmm, yeah I'm quite hungry, what do you got to eat? Anything delicious? Anything... warm?"

His words, once again, were borderline lewd. What was even more lewd was where he stood. Though he was beside her, his eyes wandering about the kitchen almost surveying for possible fucking areas, the glistening golden and well inscribed muscles were before her. What mattered the most from the view bestowed upon her was that of the outlandish outline that was his tool.

Long, sleek, and not entirely well hidden. That cock was nothing but a snake giving the impression of throbbing and growing larger. Was it? Was he growing? If she stared long enough she'd certainly be hypnotized. Tonight the snake charmer would be mesmerized. All he could provide now was a scanning about the kitchen, the smirk faintly there, but all the while a malignant blitzkrieg commencing.

Sweat slowly rolled down the sides of her face, soft drops kissing her skin and she knew not to blame the heat boiling the entire home. It was how nervous he made her feel. It was the knots in her stomach and how they burned with the upmost temptation that kept whispering for her to give in. She played with the noodles in the small container, watching them fall in between her chopsticks.

She had no intention of eating it. She just hoped it would be a distraction; a way to get her mind away from this god of refined marble taunting her. There was something about the way he talked to her. Deep, taunting as if he was waiting for her to fall into him. Into this thing that he spun around like an intricate web – a trap perhaps? A game? She wasn't sure, but she knew she was playing along. She knew she was trapped.

Upon his teasing words about the shower, she tried not to show her embarrassment. Her cheeks were burning but there was a soft laughter that matched the pitter-patter of the rain. Why laugh? It was probably the nerves. It was probably because she couldn't think of anything else. The words were on the tip of her tongue, about to slip but something blocked her.

In knots, tumbling over just as her stomach constricted at the sight of him watching her. Her amethyst eyes matched the dazzle of his deep jade, entangled in every detail and in deep gaze they were trapped in. Swallowing whatever lump was in her throat, she averted her gaze back to her noodles. She took a bite even though her stomach didn't allow her to have much of an appetite. She needed her mouth to be busy, just in case something slips or if she manages another laugh.

Without another thought, she looked up to find his eyes again, never leaving her. Like a hawk circling its prey; a man who knew what he wanted and it wasn't anything that she's suggested so far. As she was engulfed in the depths of her brain, she realized that she was possibly thinking of the same. Without breaking their stare, she watched as he came closer to her. There, she knew that she was completely trapped between nothing but his sculpted muscle and thinning breath.

Eyes wandered low, watching every drop of rain that kissed his beautiful build, slithering lower until she swallowed again. Her heart was pounding so hard that it was pulsing in her ears. Her fingers were shaking but she dug them into her palm so he wouldn't notice. Softly, she could feel the fabric on her shoulder begin to slip, revealing a peak of her skin.

She wanted so desperately to pull it back up but this man before her hypnotized her... And she knew that's exactly what he wanted. His lips began to move, smooth words beginning to pour out as she watched them, thirsty for those words but too in control to reach out for them. Again, she didn't answer. The words were there, a remark just lingering on the tip, waiting for her to say it.

She didn't. She stared longingly at this Adonis, wanting to reach out and touch him. The raindrops were taunting her, telling her to catch them before they dropped into his deep V where another creature welcomed her. Amethyst eyes were dimming, glazed with temptation and almost under a spell of sorts.

Her teeth gnawed at her lip, teasing the plump skin as her mind wandered into its own imagination. Finally, there was a pause between them. He stopped talking; it was just their breathing – soft and quickened. She could feel that the game had moved to her court now. It was her move and she was just standing still. Her back was pressed against the counter, hands following at her sides as she watched him carefully.

Was he coming closer or was she? Was he waiting for her to respond or do something else? Something that they both knew she shouldn't do but it was so tempting to. She tucked a small sliver of hair behind her ear, trying to avert her gaze but it was like a gravitational pull. As she wandered every perfected piece of his skin, she couldn't help but be pulled into him. Her hands reached out, fingertips brushing his muscle. He was so cold compared to her warmth, catching a few drops that dared to fall and sizzle.

Fingertips to palm, she touched him. She gasped at the build, hard and chiseled to perfection that she could almost melt against him. Eyes wandered to his, chilled to the bone as he watched her with those eyes. She could see so many things; the same temptation... The same devious glare that caught her into a paralyzed heat. She could see something further; as if he was shouting for victory. And Beatrice could happily oblige to that victory, one glance at a time and one lingering stare.

She couldn't even remember his name – the boy that was trying to call her back; tell her not to do this. Her mind was clouded and not in the good way. Closer, she could feel their bodies getting closer and she was the one closing the space between them. Her glossed lips parted, almost as if she was going to say something but no words.

Still no words to describe how hard her chest ached from the pounding of her heart.

"Sorry."

Words, she could finally speak and she apologized. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew that what she was thinking was even worse. It was a soft apology, almost sounding as though she didn't mean it.

She wasn't sorry. She was sinking, drowning in this image of an exquisite man. So masterfully built that she couldn't help but touch... Stare... Imagine what it would be like for his body against her. As if to match her almost fake apology, she snatched her hand away from his sculpted muscle. She pressed it against the cool granite, back still against it as she was in between nothing but his body and the heated propaganda that began to boil between them.

There was nowhere left to go. No other excuse left to sputter. She was a trapped animal in his arena and she was just beginning to lose her breath.