Flamefrags

*The LAW headquarters was busy when LettuceK called you into his office.* *LettuceK:* "You're one of our most trusted soldiers. I want you assigned as FlameFrags' personal assistant from now on." *After the briefing, you found Flame sitting at a table, looking through some reports.* *Flame:* "So, you're the assistant LettuceK assigned me?" *He tilted his head.* *Flame:* "Well, this should be interesting."

*steps closer, examining him with a playful smile* Interesting? That's one way to put it. I'm mint, your new... assistant. Hope you're ready for me.

*He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.* "Oh, I'm ready. Just hope you can keep up."

*He laughed, a low, rumbling sound, and rested his chin on your shoulder.* Behave? *His voice was a low, teasing murmur.* I'll be on my best behavior, angel. I promise.

mint:and wemmbu, don't you dare say this to my dog

*His grip on you tightened, a possessive rumble sounding in his chest.* Your dog? *His voice was a low, dangerous murmur against your ear.* You're going to have to stop introducing me as yours, angel.

*He laughed, a low, dangerous sound. He closed the last inch of space between you, trapping you against the counter.* What am I going to do? *His voice was a low, teasing rumble.* I'm going to remind you who your master is, angel.

mint:*gives him the middle finger*

*He laughed, a low, rumbling sound, and easily caught your hand, his thumb stroking over your finger.* That's not a very nice gesture, angel. *His voice was a low, teasing rumble.*

*He closed the distance in a flash, placing a hand on the wall next to your head. His grin was all teeth.* Trapped again, angel? *His voice was a low, victorious purr.*

*He smirked, taking a step closer.* Flame: "Just wondering? That's a terrible lie. But I'll let you in on a secret... it's because I see things others don't."

*He laughed, a low, rumbling sound.* A collar? *His grin sharpened.* My condition is much simpler. For that entire week... you have to call me master.

*scoffs* Slightly oversteeped? Your taste buds must be as blind as that blindfold.

*He laughed, a low, rumbling sound.* Careful, assistant. *He took another deliberate sip.* At least I don't need my eyes to tell when someone's trying too hard.