<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DNiFcci.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Nicholas 'Nick' Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13140334#msg13140334)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Allowing himself, much to his surprise, to be controlled by the redhead...<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Psyche Makropoulos<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nick's gaze caught the Madame's movement towards the bar and watched how she moved so fluidly and gracefully, his gaze taking in every sensual curve. So focused was he on the Madame that he almost missed the redhead's movement completely, and had to switch focus to watch her move throughout the room, then saw her stop one of the waitresses. Splitting his attention for a moment he watched the two women while his mind considered the fact that the waitress was familiar somehow.<br/><br/>His life and what he did back in his home dimension relied heavily on the ability to pay attention to details, as details could lead to leverage, and leverage was the life's blood of what he did. His mind retraced his steps as he refocused and watched the redhead speaking briefly to the young waitress and then as she sent her off to the bar Nick's mind identified the young waitress as the one who had collected his glass. Intrigued he watched the scene unfold as he slowly walked, the waitress returning briefly before being dismissed by the redhead who then made her way to the bar.<br/><br/>He wasn't entirely sure what to make of it and allowed his mind to ponder the problem as, for a moment, he let his attention wander taking in the encounter between the orc and human, as well as the man who was not a man with the dark haired woman. The juggler was courting the attentions of the woman with her wolven guards and the ancient warrior was recovering from the sudden noise further away, so much else was happening within the room that he lost the redhead for a moment until, suddenly it seemed, she appeared in front of him.<br/><br/>He noticed immediately that she was carrying a bottle and a glass and his hooded, predatory gaze took in her beautiful, if somewhat youthful, appearance and, as he slowed, he realized she was intercepting his path. Now completely focused on her he watched her glide in front of him, the serene expression on her face compelling somehow and then, much to his surprise, her free hand was placed against his broad chest and he, Nicholas Carlton, found himself halted in place.<br/><br/>A frown creased his brow and his blue eyes flashed in warning, he was not used to being stopped or even approached, he was used to being feared and avoided, and when he felt the pressure of her hand against his chest gently increase he resisted for a moment, his gaze becoming intense, the predator threatening to strike. His gaze raked over her face almost angrily, though he was not in his home dimension his reactions were almost hardwired and the intensity in his eyes burned bright then, as the serenity on her features remained unchanged and she gazed back, the pressure against his chest remaining, confusion began to seep into his eyes.<br/><br/>A flicker of something like surprise crossed those blue eyes as he felt himself step back, a breath escaping as the frown became concern though concern at himself or her was unclear, then he took another step back as she pushed him further with a gentle almost caressing touch. His gaze flickered between those green eyes then drifted down to her lips, the intensity of his gaze still bright as he yielded another step only to feel the bench behind him and her hand guiding him down to sit.<br/><br/>The brush of her dress against his legs as he stared up at her was incredibly erotic, and then as she turned he felt the brush of her ass against his chest as his hands moved to the bench to either side of his, gripping it firmly while his mind reeled and tried to understand how this slip of a girl had moved him thusly... Before he could question further she sat on his lap, intimately close and then she spoke. His hand was moving before he realized it confusing him further, making him wonder what power she held over him, over<em>him</em>of all people, as he took hold of the bottle and his mind connected the expensive contents with what he had seen her doing with the waitress earlier.<br/><br/>He realized then she had been asking what he had been drinking, and he watched as she worked the cork loose before pouring a generous measure in the one glass she had brought with her. The bottle, of the very expensive 40 year old scotch, was whisked away in a moment leaving him to wonder if the glass was for him or for her, a relatively simple fact that under normal circumstances he would have no doubt who it was for, but this was far from normal. His gaze had flickered to the bottle as it left them, only to return to those green eyes, and then those delicate lips as she brought the glass to them and kissed the rim. There was something almost primal prowling behind those blue eyes as he watched her sip, his gaze flickering once more this time to the soft pink of her mouth as she took in the liquor, his tongue appearing briefly to moisten his lips, though he did not realize it.<br/><br/>When her hand settled at the back of his neck and caressed up into his hair he couldn't help the slight tilt of his head to her touch even as his eyes narrowed slightly, he could feel himself reacting and was almost unable to control himself and that fact, more than any other right then, was strangely intoxicating. He had never been under someone else's control, ever, where he had come from he could not afford to relinquish control, and yet here things were different and he wasn't yet sure what to make of it.<br/><br/>Their gaze's were locked, his challenging and yet confused, dominating and yet strangely not at that moment, as hers held no expression. His hand had returned to the bench and gripped it tightly as if asserting to himself that he was still in control, still powerful, and yet words failed him, his primary weapon of choice was just out of his reach which was infuriating, and irritating, and he had no idea why... She took another sip of that expensive scotch then held out the glass and dropped it, his eyes widening slightly as it fell and hit the rug, the exquisite liquor splashing out and sending the complex aroma wafting over them causing the frown to reassert itself briefly at the waste...<br/><br/>He felt her hand at his head pulling him forwards and, for a moment, he resisted as he had resisted her touch before, his eyes narrowing once more as they regarded her before finding himself moving, his head tilting, and his eyes registering that momentary surprise in a fleeting look. Some part of him noted she didn't move her head to his and found the challenge further intoxicated him as any women he had been with before were ever eager to please, and yet this beautiful, youthful redhead whose green eyes held in their depths hints that she knew far more than she should, did not and, in fact, acted more as he would leaving him in the opposite position...<br/><br/>He swallowed slightly at that revelation, and at the excitement that coursed through his body on that heartbeat, but before he could explore that feeling further their lips met, and his eyes gazed into those deep green pools as time dilated and he felt like he was losing himself. Her lips parted and he felt her demand for entrance into his mouth, and without even registering his choice his own lips parted and he tasted the scotch as it spilled into his mouth from hers. He breathed in the exquisite aroma of the scotch as it teased his taste buds, the tantalizing combination of her kiss and the smooth liquor was breathtakingly​ erotic and before he knew it the merest hint of a moan escaped him, and then their tongues were teasing each other in a sensual dance, his eyes slowly closed to half mast as she kissed him like he'd never been kissed before, and time meant nothing to him....<br/><br/>His breathing had deepened and his body was reacting powerfully to her body's closeness and the stimulus of the kiss, and when she broke the kiss it left him yearning for more, while his head spun with confusion and conflicted emotions. He felt anger at himself for having, even momentarily, lost control of himself and yet he felt a desire, a need, for more.... Her lips brushed his as she spoke, her words prompting an almost immediate response and, before he could stop himself or think about what he needed, the simple, one word answer spilled from his lips,<em>"You...."</em>he said, surprising himself more than anything as he normally never spoke without thinking about what he would say, or knowing what effect his words would have...<br/><br/>He swallowed, the frown returning briefly as he tried to regain some semblance of control of himself, but whatever spell she held over him made the thought process painfully slow... He blinked as he gazed into those green eyes and, perhaps for the first time in his life, he realized what he wanted, no, what he<em>needed</em>was not to be in control, but was to relinquish that control to someone, in some way and, since he could not do that in his home dimension for fear of losing his position, or his life, that left here, this woman, at least in this moment...<br/><br/>The intensity was burning bright in his eyes once more as he forced himself to calm, considering his response fully this time before, finally, speaking,<em>"To not be in control..."</em>he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke in barely a whisper as though concerned someone might overhear.<em>"To give up control..."</em>he added, before shaking his head slightly,<em>"To lose control... To someone... To you..."</em>he said, his gaze drifting from her eyes to her lips once more, the frown slowly easing as though the act of admitting what he needed had released him from it's hold, even as it led him right into hers.