"Well, you can go ahead and do her if you'd like.  I promise, I'm not a jealous woman," Skylar quipped, making sure Scott knew his slip hadn't gone unnoticed by playing with its more suggestive implications.  "As long as I get to watch though, of course," she added with a wink, and a cheeky bite of her tongue that flashed the metal barbell spearing through its center. She could smell it on each of them, the sinful indulgences they tried to surpress, and to watch them struggle beneath the weight of it gave her a certain, wicked, delight that glistened none too subtlely in her large indigo eyes.  Her remarks were meant to toy with the pair, and Imari too was all too aware the tactic.<br/><br/>This was a terrible idea.  An all around, down right, awful one, and Imari's sense and logic knew it even as she had swooned under the attention of Scott's grin that morning.  Although she tried to ignore the inclinations, she was vastly helpless against the way her mind was lead to blur the line between what was appropriate and what wasn't.  An insidious, and inevitable consequence whenever Skylar was in attendance, and one she had yet to really grow accustomed to.<br/><br/>On her own, it had been hard enough to keep curiosities at bay.  Imari's thoughts often wandered to imagine what to be pinned beneath Scott's delectable stature would feel like without the help of any added input, but with Skylar there to both taunt and lure her towards the idea even more, it was damn near impossible to focus on much else but the fantasy of two sets of hand combing over her skin.  Imari may have always prided herself in being a willfull woman, but the minx which she had brought into their lives had a way of turning that will into putty.  Putty to be molded by her hands on more than one occasion.  Imari had never really fancied women, before Skylar, but Skylar had been no ordinary woman either.<br/><br/>'Mmm, yes, please,' the devil perched upon Imari's shoulder purred into her conscious before she verbally demanded the silence of the thought.  "Skylar!" She blurted in gentle scolding, reprimanding the boldness as her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink.  They were lucky no one else occupied their current space.  The Longworth Building wasn't ready for a being such as Skylar, not now.  Not ever really, but especially not now, and Imari was convinced that neither were they.<br/><br/>"What?  We're all adults here," Skylar countered before she rolled her eyes and went on to sweetly assert, "You need to lighten up, buttercup," running a finger along Imari's jaw.  "It's just a harmless joke," she claimed, but there was nothing harmless about Skylar's suggestiveness.  The raven haired woman was skilled at planting seeds, and even better at watering them with a fiendish sense of humor, but in the end Skylar scoffed in what could have only been described as mock surrender to the disappointing idea she had somehow stepped over a line and took a drink from the coffee Scott had delivered.<br/><br/>This was a terrible idea.  A down right awful one.  "There's nothing so pressing that it needs your immediate attention," Imari changed the subject, her gaze drifting ruefully from her scandalous roommate to her superior.  "Go ahead with Skylar's interview, and we can tackle whatever else once you're done."<br/><br/>Skylar was quiet, but inwardly she debated on upping her game right there as Scott hinted to what might be in her job description.  'I am pretty good with my fingers,' she was dying to proclaim, 'Just ask her,' fully prepared to entice the man before them by subjecting Imari to the lust in her hands as she palmed the inside of her thigh in a gesture that far past just friendly banter.  But too much too soon and it was possible she wouldn't get what she had came there for.  Access.  Free will, that little annoyance that, though not often, got in her way.  She wouldn't risk the chances of Scott hiring her, she had bigger fish to fry.  Besides, Skylar was a capable woman and could keep herself under control for now, the tension that filled the air was intoxicating enough anyhow that the succubus could have milked it for days and still stay statisfied under their mere frustration alone.