Cole watched her for a while. The longer he stared at her standing there, the more nervous she grew. Had she done something wrong? Finishing off his glass he stood, letting it land on the couch before going behind her. She didn't turn to follow his movements, unconsciously tensing at the thought of a reprimand. The red head didn't have to wait long.<br/><br/>Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a solid torso. He suggested the new location, the mouth of the bottle helping her shirt to rise up further.<i>Damn it</i>. That wasn't the answer she was hoping for, still it might yield valuable information. The detective grinned, tilting her head to the side, allowing him to kiss below her ear. "Mmmm, that works." She still planned on following through regardless.<br/><br/>Lyra couldn't help but giggle at his words as he nuzzled into her. "Yeah? Treat her right and she might be around more often."<br/><br/>She followed him willingly through the back corridors and up some stairs, accepting every drink he offered.<i>When in Rome, right</i>? Her back against the door, he kissed her and she reciprocated greedily, savoring the taste of the alcohol and his lips combined. The red head nipped at his lower lip a playfully right before he unlocked the door. They staggered into the room and she giggled at their lack of balance.<br/><br/>Cole put the bottle down and wasted very little time pulling off his tank top. Lights from the dance floor poured through the window, illuminating his figure in their kaleidoscopic dance. The detective in her wanted to scope out the room, but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. "Indeed it is." She grinned at him seductively before moving to join him by the bed.<br/><br/>God he was<i>gorgeous</i>. Definitely more so than any of the other men to have ever propositioned her. His lick at his lips as the gangster nodded toward the sheets hadn't escaped her. Fingers traced over the ink on his chest before her emerald gaze rose to meet his piercing blue. "Mmmm, patience is a virtue, lover. Though I doubt there's many of those in a land of vice." She teased, the hint of an Irish accent slipping through in her inebriated state.<br/><br/>Hands moved to opposite sides, hooking her tshirt and pulling it up and over, exposing her torso and the black lacey bra underneath. The low light made her navel piercing glitter from the rainbow outside the window, but it also cast shadows on a few scars. Old wounds from before she had earned her cushy title as a detective. A light blush raced across her nose and cheeks before she caught his gaze once more, silently asking if he approved of what he saw.<br/><br/>Turning away, Lyra brought her fiery locks to one shoulder before looking over the other seductively. The watercolor fox between her shoulder blades stared back at him. "These things are always a pain," she complained, meaning the back clasp for her bra. "Would you be a dear?" Once he had obliged she turned back around, still holding the bra to her chest with one hand. Giving him a wink she released, allowing the mounds to be free of her bonds. He, of course, already knew how big her chest was from his earlier excursion. He had yet to see them in person until now.<br/><br/>"What do you think?" Lyra asked coyly before sitting on the bed to remove her boots. The thoughts of cameras had always been on her mind. No doubt both rooms had been rigged with hidden surveillance, probably by his request. Right now, that was the very least of her concerns. There were far more pressing issues of a much more basic nature, and those were all the red head cared about. Boots off, she flopped back on the bed, giggling excitedly, waiting for his move.