You look so angelic. You are an angel, Raina, the brightest of all. [He said this gently, sincerely. He gave those captive hands a kindly squeeze, as if to remind her of his own humanity.] But I suppose it's all the more poignant that you would be your own devil, too. I never had that privilege.
[There was no need to explain Hannibal, thankfully, no need to verbally dissect what made him so satanic. But to iterate how he was robbed of that opportunity once suggested a pattern; Chilton, for all his manipulation and pragmatism, for all his selfishness and opportunistic cruelty, he was not the ultimate deal breaker in his Baltimore. He was not the man behind the chessboard. He thought he saw, perhaps, a way out of that -- but it involved the guise of playing along.]
You won't be dying for me. [He whispered this, the impact of her words squeezing his throat.] It won't come to that.
I don't think you understand... [ Raina slowly rose to her feet so she could come close to him, so she could reach out and rest her hand at the side of his cheek and warmly look into his eyes. ] ...my devotion to you. I am the most important person to me -- so for you to be more important than that -- can you understand my insecurities and fear of losing you?
[ She leaned in and brushed her lips against his softly and when she spoke again, her words were subdued but loving. ]
I'm still so mad at you for doing this. You called it me trying to control you, but it's me believing in your powers and abilities without having to resort to the demons and contracts and things that would leave you indebted. I believe you are the grand master puppeteer, controlling and manipulating things so effortlessly. I believe, in this world, you are a devil -- a powerful and alluring beast who only has to speak to have these people from different universes well under his sway. I hate Matthew Lin from the moment you two touched lips. I hate Lucifer from the moment he dangled that temptation of power in front of you. I could offer you anything, Frederick. Everything...and I would ask for nothing in return. My soldiers, my spies, my faithfully devoted contacts, my mind...my powers. I never did tell you about my third and final power because I never wanted you to think I've used it on you.
The reason why I don't fear Matthew Lin -- while he might be powerful and dangerous -- is because he is easily controlled by and weakened to lust. And I am the living embodiment of lust. My power will make any man or woman fall to their knees in desire for me, to go insane with a need entwine intimately. I can make them want, need until it consumes all of their thoughts. [ Raina decided to demonstrate a little bit, releasing a tiny fraction of the sweet pheromone and immediately letting him know she was doing it. ] Do you feel it? And that's only a taste.
[Chilton felt something squirm in his stomach, and slither up to his chest; it was a craving, a want, a need. It was a twist in his organs that could only be sated by one touch, one glance, one woman. He exhaled, groaning when she pulled away to speak. Without missing a beat, he tried again to meet her lips with his own.]
Raina.
[An amplified whisper -- or so that's what it felt like, when his limbs went electric. Just by speaking her name.]
[ Raina smiled, shaking her head while pressing her index finger to his mouth. The pheromone stopped its release, and only then did she lean in to meet his lips, lingering in the kiss before drawing back -- her cheek to Chilton's and her lips near his ear. ]
And with that, you know everything about me, Frederick. Everything I'm capable of. No more secrets. I am open and exposed.
[ Her chest heaved, her body arched -- and then, with a single sweep of her arm, she knocked everything on her desk to the floor, clearing a space so she could drag Chilton atop her and kiss him aggressively. ]
[A flush colored his face -- once the pheromone had ceased, he could examine his behavior once more. The self-awareness that followed was enough to have pinked his cheeks.
He nodded, accepting this gift, about to ask if they were sharing secrets, then did he need to supply one? A question that got only past his lips as the first syllable, once Raina took the reins and cleansed her desk of whatever important reports and data had once rested on top it. Chilton followed her lead, eagerly, his tongue already finding the corners of her sensual mouth, his body straddling hers, the expensive material of his slacks pulling against tensed muscles
Slacks that would not remain against tensed muscles for much longer.]
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[There was no need to explain Hannibal, thankfully, no need to verbally dissect what made him so satanic. But to iterate how he was robbed of that opportunity once suggested a pattern; Chilton, for all his manipulation and pragmatism, for all his selfishness and opportunistic cruelty, he was not the ultimate deal breaker in his Baltimore. He was not the man behind the chessboard. He thought he saw, perhaps, a way out of that -- but it involved the guise of playing along.]
You won't be dying for me. [He whispered this, the impact of her words squeezing his throat.] It won't come to that.
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[ She leaned in and brushed her lips against his softly and when she spoke again, her words were subdued but loving. ]
I'm still so mad at you for doing this. You called it me trying to control you, but it's me believing in your powers and abilities without having to resort to the demons and contracts and things that would leave you indebted. I believe you are the grand master puppeteer, controlling and manipulating things so effortlessly. I believe, in this world, you are a devil -- a powerful and alluring beast who only has to speak to have these people from different universes well under his sway. I hate Matthew Lin from the moment you two touched lips. I hate Lucifer from the moment he dangled that temptation of power in front of you. I could offer you anything, Frederick. Everything...and I would ask for nothing in return. My soldiers, my spies, my faithfully devoted contacts, my mind...my powers. I never did tell you about my third and final power because I never wanted you to think I've used it on you.
The reason why I don't fear Matthew Lin -- while he might be powerful and dangerous -- is because he is easily controlled by and weakened to lust. And I am the living embodiment of lust. My power will make any man or woman fall to their knees in desire for me, to go insane with a need entwine intimately. I can make them want, need until it consumes all of their thoughts. [ Raina decided to demonstrate a little bit, releasing a tiny fraction of the sweet pheromone and immediately letting him know she was doing it. ] Do you feel it? And that's only a taste.
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Raina.
[An amplified whisper -- or so that's what it felt like, when his limbs went electric. Just by speaking her name.]
I'm sorry. Just -- kiss me again, won't you?
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And with that, you know everything about me, Frederick. Everything I'm capable of. No more secrets. I am open and exposed.
[ Her chest heaved, her body arched -- and then, with a single sweep of her arm, she knocked everything on her desk to the floor, clearing a space so she could drag Chilton atop her and kiss him aggressively. ]
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He nodded, accepting this gift, about to ask if they were sharing secrets, then did he need to supply one? A question that got only past his lips as the first syllable, once Raina took the reins and cleansed her desk of whatever important reports and data had once rested on top it. Chilton followed her lead, eagerly, his tongue already finding the corners of her sensual mouth, his body straddling hers, the expensive material of his slacks pulling against tensed muscles
Slacks that would not remain against tensed muscles for much longer.]