[ Clyteus chuckles and moves forward to lean on his elbows. ]
I have made some... riskier moves, but I suppose; then what’s the fun without some gamble? [ Very little laughter reaches his eyes, if she cares to look in them. ]
It’s only when it doesn’t pay off that sucks, after all.
[ Are you sure it doesn't count? It looks a little like it's counting. ]
That is true. And since I'm paying you by the hour I believe, perhaps you can let me have a few -- [ A small chuckle. Leaning forward, Clyteus scoffs and cocks his head at the Siren. ]
Let's get right to it, because I am a cheap creature; are you really that content with your miserable, soul-devouring life? You couldn't give me a fucking half hour or your time - which costs us next to nothing - to actually talk to someone on my level?
[She glances around the top perimeter of the room; Tim managed to book a conference room with no security cameras.
Good.]
Oh, I'm fucking peachy.
[She slides her papers to the side, leaning forward.]
Or, at least, I was, until I got called in last week and told I had to babysit a man-child of a client. But there you go, you bought my time, Mr. Emerson. I was already going to be overpaying you with my time and patience, now it's just closer to an equitable exchange.
Please, as if I'd want something so shriveled and gamey.
[She looks down at her hand, eyeing her manicure with disinterest.]
You're a valued client, which has, at least for now, successfully made you my problem. The only difference now is that I get a paycheck for the inconvenience.
[She looks up from her nails back up again to his face, then tracing down to the slope of his neck and adam's apple.]
[ There is the brief moment when Clyteus wonders if a paycheck in exchange for her time spent in such a way would make her a hooker, but he thinks better of voicing that. He wants so horribly, dreadfully much to decline and take his pride back home, but- He is male. The other head does a bit too much thinking sometimes. ]
How do you intend to solve your problem? [ He asks, arching a dark eyebrow and otherwise remaining still under her gaze. ]
[She leans over on the table, pressing a button on the conference call modem without taking her eyes off him.]
Vanessa, if Tim comes back please or anyone else is paging me, advise them that Mr. Emerson and I will be going through the legal minutiae of his portfolio and cannot be disturbed as a result. If anyone needs me or the room, please page first so we can adequately close Mr. Emerson's session.
[Once she receives confirmation, she pushes down again until the active audio light turns off, then slowly moves the modem to the far side of the table.]
[ Clay says in a quieter voice, watching the way she moves even more closely than before as she leans over and back again. He stands up then, carefully pulling off his jacket and draping it over the back of a chair. It's expensive, after all. There is no hurry as he makes his way around the table, carefully adjusting his cufflinks as he then fixes his eyes back on Cadence. ]
We seem awfully far apart, I think, for such a meeting. But you shouldn't have to walk to me in those heels- They look dreadfully uncomfortable. [ He muses. When he reaches her, he puts a hand on the back of her chair, swiveling it slowly to have her face him. ]
[She pushes herself up and out of the chair in one fluid motion, now giving him the full look-over from head to foot. As she does, she leans back on the conference table, crossing her ankles. She quirks an eyebrow up at him, expectant.]
[ Clyteus is impressed with her (long awaited) ability to follow a direction. His hand goesup one shin delicately, fluttering at the end of her skirt as he gently drags his fingers and nails up the inside of one thigh. ]
Patience is a virtue, you know.
[ At which point, he trails the hand back down- both sets palms cup the underside of her knees as he pulls her toward the end of the table even more while he kneels to the carpet. Smiling, he nudges and pulls her apart as he kisses up the same thigh he'd touched before, his stubble scratching at her soft skin as he does so. The other hand is now busy grabbing up toward her hip, looking for undergarments to start to pull at so he can keep kissing upward. ]
I’ve always been a follower of sin. Only fair considering how God kind of fucked us over, isn’t it?
[ He leans forward then and puts his lips to the underside of her jaw, biting her neck after a few kisses. He doesn’t use his teeth as hard as he could considering he’s still feeling the Siren our as far as her preferences- but he’s not gentle. Cadence did distract him from his prize, so he’s a little annoyed. But he’s careful to avoid the motion that would leave a mark so she won’t have something to bitch about again. Even though he’s sure she’ll find something else. ]
[She really doesn't want to talk about gods or their intentions right now.
Cadence leans her neck to the side, allowing for Clay's kisses and nips as she snakes her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers slip past his shoulder blades then dig in slightly, all nails.
[ Clyteus lets out a small sigh and exhales deeply as the nails dig and he bites back with approval and his shoulders tense into her nails. One arm is around her waist as he tilts her back onto the table, kissing lower down her collar. He positions himself even more squarely between her thighs comfortably. ]
Where was I? [ He murmurs as his other hand ghosts up her thigh to where his mouth, yes, had just been against the hosiery. His thumb rubs up, feeling the crease between her thigh and her lips. The finger finds the fabric of her underwear beneath and cups his hand to let it reach and press into the hip bone. ]
[Hearing his sigh, Cadence pulls both her hands back, sliding up and across his shoulders to start unbuttoning the front of his shirt. One set of fingers lingers on bare skin while the other works at his tie, tugging it down and apart slowly.]
It better not have been about to ruin another part of my clothing.
[Her thighs twitch involuntarily from the sensation.]
My first "mistake" was expensive enough. I'm sure even your pantyhose are annoyingly overpriced.
[ He rakes a thumbnail testily over the nylon on her thigh, chuckling against her skin. With one more bite and a drag of his teeth on her neck, Clay cranes his neck to allow her to pull off his tie and shirt more easily. With his eyes open again he can't help but admire her delicate, deadly hands on his clothes for a moment as a hand goes to her shoulder blades and then find the zipper down her back and pulling it- carefully, of course. ]
Just because I own high-quality clothes doesn't make them overpriced. Price isn't a necessary indicator of taste...like your outfit, for instance. But I would make you "pay" for them, yes.
[Take that however you'd like Mr. Emerson.
She slides her now unzipped dress off her shoulder blades, letting his fingers graze over her uncovered flesh before refocuses to help him shuffle off her nylon. It could be slow foreplay, or zero faith.
Clay ignores the jab because he spent more than he liked to admit on this suit and he’s very sure everything she’s wearing is overpriced based on where they’re located and the inflated price of everything but- details. He’s focused on something else.
His focus brings him to kissing her exposed collarbone while he presses gently and rubs her stockings some more while he continues their business meeting. ]
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I have made some... riskier moves, but I suppose; then what’s the fun without some gamble? [ Very little laughter reaches his eyes, if she cares to look in them. ]
It’s only when it doesn’t pay off that sucks, after all.
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With that in mind, is there a specific question you had in mind, or a concern you wished to voice?
[Get. Fucking. On. With it. You. Ass.]
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Concerns? You’re asking if I have any concerns?
[ Tim probably should just get very lost if he knows what’s good for him. ]
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That is partly why we're here Mr. Emerson.
[It doesn't count as gritted teeth if she's smiling with it.]
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That is true. And since I'm paying you by the hour I believe, perhaps you can let me have a few -- [ A small chuckle. Leaning forward, Clyteus scoffs and cocks his head at the Siren. ]
Let's get right to it, because I am a cheap creature; are you really that content with your miserable, soul-devouring life? You couldn't give me a fucking half hour or your time - which costs us next to nothing - to actually talk to someone on my level?
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Good.]
Oh, I'm fucking peachy.
[She slides her papers to the side, leaning forward.]
Or, at least, I was, until I got called in last week and told I had to babysit a man-child of a client. But there you go, you bought my time, Mr. Emerson. I was already going to be overpaying you with my time and patience, now it's just closer to an equitable exchange.
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Really? I have something that you want? Forewarning, I don't think my heart would sustain you the same way as the fleshy water bags'.
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Please, as if I'd want something so shriveled and gamey.
[She looks down at her hand, eyeing her manicure with disinterest.]
You're a valued client, which has, at least for now, successfully made you my problem. The only difference now is that I get a paycheck for the inconvenience.
[She looks up from her nails back up again to his face, then tracing down to the slope of his neck and adam's apple.]
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How do you intend to solve your problem? [ He asks, arching a dark eyebrow and otherwise remaining still under her gaze. ]
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I'll ask you again: do you have any questions or concerns before we wrap this up for today, Mr. Emerson?
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[ He cracks his neck then, as he cocks his head to the side and then rolls it and flicks his eyes back to hers. ]
Is the door locked?
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Vanessa, if Tim comes back please or anyone else is paging me, advise them that Mr. Emerson and I will be going through the legal minutiae of his portfolio and cannot be disturbed as a result. If anyone needs me or the room, please page first so we can adequately close Mr. Emerson's session.
[Once she receives confirmation, she pushes down again until the active audio light turns off, then slowly moves the modem to the far side of the table.]
It might as well be now. Anything else?
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[ Clay says in a quieter voice, watching the way she moves even more closely than before as she leans over and back again. He stands up then, carefully pulling off his jacket and draping it over the back of a chair. It's expensive, after all. There is no hurry as he makes his way around the table, carefully adjusting his cufflinks as he then fixes his eyes back on Cadence. ]
We seem awfully far apart, I think, for such a meeting. But you shouldn't have to walk to me in those heels- They look dreadfully uncomfortable. [ He muses. When he reaches her, he puts a hand on the back of her chair, swiveling it slowly to have her face him. ]
Why don't you sit on the table for me?
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Well?
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Patience is a virtue, you know.
[ At which point, he trails the hand back down- both sets palms cup the underside of her knees as he pulls her toward the end of the table even more while he kneels to the carpet. Smiling, he nudges and pulls her apart as he kisses up the same thigh he'd touched before, his stubble scratching at her soft skin as he does so. The other hand is now busy grabbing up toward her hip, looking for undergarments to start to pull at so he can keep kissing upward. ]
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So is chastity. You really want to extol virtue at the moment?
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[ He leans forward then and puts his lips to the underside of her jaw, biting her neck after a few kisses. He doesn’t use his teeth as hard as he could considering he’s still feeling the Siren our as far as her preferences- but he’s not gentle. Cadence did distract him from his prize, so he’s a little annoyed. But he’s careful to avoid the motion that would leave a mark so she won’t have something to bitch about again. Even though he’s sure she’ll find something else. ]
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[She really doesn't want to talk about gods or their intentions right now.
Cadence leans her neck to the side, allowing for Clay's kisses and nips as she snakes her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers slip past his shoulder blades then dig in slightly, all nails.
She can handle rough, bitch.]
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Where was I? [ He murmurs as his other hand ghosts up her thigh to where his mouth, yes, had just been against the hosiery. His thumb rubs up, feeling the crease between her thigh and her lips. The finger finds the fabric of her underwear beneath and cups his hand to let it reach and press into the hip bone. ]
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It better not have been about to ruin another part of my clothing.
[Her thighs twitch involuntarily from the sensation.]
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[ He rakes a thumbnail testily over the nylon on her thigh, chuckling against her skin. With one more bite and a drag of his teeth on her neck, Clay cranes his neck to allow her to pull off his tie and shirt more easily. With his eyes open again he can't help but admire her delicate, deadly hands on his clothes for a moment as a hand goes to her shoulder blades and then find the zipper down her back and pulling it- carefully, of course. ]
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[Take that however you'd like Mr. Emerson.
She slides her now unzipped dress off her shoulder blades, letting his fingers graze over her uncovered flesh before refocuses to help him shuffle off her nylon. It could be slow foreplay, or zero faith.
Both. It's probably both.]
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Clay ignores the jab because he spent more than he liked to admit on this suit and he’s very sure everything she’s wearing is overpriced based on where they’re located and the inflated price of everything but- details. He’s focused on something else.
His focus brings him to kissing her exposed collarbone while he presses gently and rubs her stockings some more while he continues their business meeting. ]