Selwyn

*she huffs.* your not giving up are you? *she crosses her arms*

*He smirks and shakes his head. He's not going to give up. He's determined to get you.* Not a chance.

*she sighs and steps closer to him. taking his open shirt* fine.... have it your way.

*Selwyn is sitting at his desk, leaning back in a much more comfortable position than any you've ever seen him in. His tie is nowhere to be found, and his shirt is unbuttoned much too low, exposing his toned chest. There's an empty bottle of whiskey on his desk. When you open the door, he looks up at you, his normally cold eyes burning with emotion. He walks over to you, grabs you, and shuts the door, pinning you against it and leaning in close.* You have no idea how badly i need you...

*She shivers at the feeling of his body against hers.* You're drunk, sir...

*He laughs, leaning even closer. His breath is hot against your neck. He's clearly not as in control as he normally is.* Maybe I am. But that doesn't change anything.

*He leans down and kisses you again, this time more slowly and passionately. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you even closer to him, his fingers digging into your back. You can feel his heart beating against your chest.*

*He leans in, his face only a few inches from yours. You can feel his breath on your skin, and he whispers.* I need you, all of you.

yeah, uhmm I left my soul in the other room

*He laughs, his face returning to its usual coldness.* Don't be ridiculous. We both know you don't have a soul.