"From where I sit, you're the one who pulled me into your lap..."  Nora breathed.  She could feel the hardness of the member she had held earlier in her hand, beneath her.  Arguing with him probably didn't matter.  It was all going to end up in the same place, with them losing some degree of their clothing and their body parts inter-mingling.  Her eyes saw a handsome, hot man beneath her but her mind knew better.  There was a small possibility this could be a casual thing with no further ramifications, but....<br/><br/>This was still a bad idea.<br/><br/>Her mother had called it a witch's intuition and Nora had always assumed hers was fairly broken.  At this moment, as he recaptured her lips, Nora felt a feeling pulling at the back of her spine.  A feeling that told her whatever her intentions were, they didn't really matter.  Fate already had plans for what would happen next.  Fate was a fickle thing.  Nora had never attached herself to the notion that everything was meant to be or predetermined, but she had definitely clung to the idea of a soulmate.  Will had been that soulmate.  Whatever came next, it was just something to fill the time.<br/><br/>Still, there was no lack of fervor as their mouths collided again.  Whatever time she was filling, she might as well fill it with something that felt good.  Nora tasted him fully, allowing her lips to dance against his.  The kiss lingered between them, building on itself until Nora finally pulled back from him and stared down at his near pupil-less eyes, her breath coming out in heavy pants.  Her eyes darted to his mouth and she couldn't help but wonder if that tongue would be as talented between her thighs as it was delivering witty jabs.  He was likely old.  The kind of old that had some experience figuring out how to make humans scream and shout with pleasure.  The few ancient beings she had met prided themselves on that sort of thing, as if it made them more god-like and perfect.<br/><br/>The skirt she wore was tight and black, matching the color of the lace panties underneath.  There had been a time where she had sworn off skirts, society had told her that tough, badass chicks didn't like girly things.  It was bullshit.  Nora wouldn't be caught dead in something bohemian or maxi, but she loved short, tight skirts.  Moments like this reminded her one of the reasons why.<br/><br/>Her hand snaked between them and again it undid his jeans.  Her grip this time was more delicate, but still firm against him.  Was this really why he had saved her?  Did she catch his fancy in some way?  It was probably wasn't the best way to start a working relationship, a quick fuck in his office, but it did not seem to be slowing either of them down.<br/><br/>Using her other hand, Nora pulled the lace panties aside and aligned her body with his.  He could feel the moisture as her lips kissed the head of his cock.  "Is this what you want?  Do you want to<i>fuck</i>me?  I wouldn't want to be accused of taking..."  She paused, grinding her hips down gently against him. "...of taking advantage of you....Meddlesome witch that I am..."