[ Draft 5 ] Taking Initiative

[metharchy]

Several files have been taken from my quarters.

[There's some rustling in the background. Meth is searching for something, somewhere.]

I will forgive the intrusion in my room if my things are returned immediately--

[She breaks off abruptly, and then there's another loud noise as something drops to the ground where she's searching.]

These must be returned without further delay. Any information on the whereabouts of my things will be greatly appreciated.

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[talkback-stein.livejournal.com]

[He stumbled back, ass now planted on that bare mattress. He blinked stupidly up at Meth, the coldness in her having switched off to a dangerous and strong sensuality. Who was he to know - nor care - that he could be played like a fucking fiddle by this?]

W-well, yeah, but...

[Shifty eyes.]

..."Help" doesn't mean "stand by while you bust into my place because you think I stole your stuff."

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[Meth laid a hand on his chest and pushed him back as she brought her knee up onto the bed, just beside his legs.]

I had to establish your innocence for myself.

[Her other knee rose up and rested on the other side of his legs. She leaned over him, holding herself up with the heel of her hand pressed into the mattress.]

By any means necessary.

RAEP

[talkback-stein.livejournal.com]

[When he was pushed back a second time and her long blonde hair fell like a curtain around him, he forsook deeper thoughts and motor functions for a moment.]

...

[His recovery from shock-induced paralysis subsided to general skepticism. Yes, this was happening - and it was happening to him. So he murmured to himself, because it seemed like the only logical thing to do in this exquisite, exquisite Twilight Zone.]

O-kaaay, am I dreaming, orrr...?

[But Chase knew an opportunity when he saw one, and "innocently" one free hand slinked down to slip around the back of the woman's thigh, just above the knee...]

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[metharchy.livejournal.com]

I didn't say you could do that.

[Her tone was a bit more firm. Meth reached back, grabbed his hand and moved it up. She shifted her weight to hold it against the bed. It left her other hand free.]

So are you still offering to help me...Chase?

[Slowly she trailed her fingertips down from his neck, down his chest, lower until pausing just at his navel...]

Bj <3

[talkback-stein.livejournal.com]

[His eyes trained on Meth's hand with a sort of pleased fascination, all delicate fingertips and pressing his buttons. And when she didn't say that you could do that, Chase, she obviously meant it; she was a woman that knew what she wanted, and that grip on his wrist was a testament to this.]

Yes.

[He answered quickly, because it's not something he had to think about.]

[This was a thing he wasn't thinking about.]

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[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[It was easy to catch his reactions, perhaps even take an educated guess at the effect she was having on him. He was enthralled, and he said yes, which is exactly what she'd wanted of him.

Meth's free hand traveled up, stopping to cup his cheek. She leaned in, lips parted, eyes starting to close...]

I'll be in touch.

[Meth pulled away, trying very hard not to smirk in amusement.]

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[Chase's free hand brushed across the curtain of her hair like a harp, and he rose slightly from the mattress to meet her seduction and subsequent cockteasing with---]

[...wait, what?]

[Left there to flounder for a moment with lips puckered, Chase sat up quite abruptly and propped himself there with his arms out behind him.]

But I thought that--

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Meth pressed a finger to her lips and shook her head.]

Shhh...No. I have work to get back to. See what you can find out about my files.

[She made her way to the door, careful not to step on anything, and turned the knob. There, she paused and looked back at him.]

Come find me on site if you find anything. You need to work quietly and discreetly, understand?

[talkback-stein.livejournal.com]

Uhhhh. Sure...?

[He blinked as she flounced off, leaving him to ponder all of the goings on of the past-- what, ten minutes? Tops? And when he was positive that she was completely gone, he just sat there some more, not quite sure of what to do with himself just yet.]

[...What just happened, here.]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[What had happened? Meth had just searched Chase's room, trashing it in the process, used his libido to get him on her side when she was in danger of really pissing him off, and snagged a trinket in the process.

She pulled a set of dog-tags on a chain out of her pocket and began whistling to herself as she sauntered down the hallway to head back to the temple.

It had been time well spent, in her opinion.]