Her name upon his lips was seduction, simply that. It was laden with such rich depth, velvet upon her skin, within her ears and mind in its caress; it made her want to shiver, want to swoon as she looked up into his bright blue eye and had to remind herself to breathe. Her cheeks were flushed, Fiona knew that, but it felt like all of her was flustered. She had been a whore for three years but he reduced her to this state too easily, to where she felt her heart leaping in her breast and her hands wanting to tremble. Clients had of course induced similar reactions, but it had not been done by so simple a thing as merely saying her name.<br/><br/>There was darkness there, in his bright gaze, desire, want for things she didn't know much at all. But she knew enough to read the look, she had seen it in others who came for Zara or Lessard, or even Anel. For those who came for nearly everyone but her. That might have been different if not for William but she had been exclusively his for over a year and then still mostly his alone with only a few outside clients. Would Atticus share his darkness with her?<br/><br/>She found herself visualizing what it would be like to lay beneath him, to surrender her body to his possession for a few stolen moments and she knew somehow once he took her, once he claimed her just a little so would the darkness. It did make her shiver, looking up at him as he sat there with such an intense expression upon his striking features. But even if his darkness claimed a little of her, then some of her light might be given back to him and that was a trade she would happily make, anything to bring laughter to his eyes, to ease his soul....to express the affection she hadn't been aware lay so deep. The redhead pushed away those thoughts though, they had no place in the here and now.<br/><br/>Atticus spoke then, the words like a command but with a slight tremor through them, she showed no doubt nor notice of it in her own eyes though, merely eagerness to comply to his desires, to have more of him. Her knees pushed her up, her legs unfolding as her silk robe fell to rest about her elbows and she lost her grace for a moment, tumbling onto the chaise and gasping softly when the line of her body connected with his.<br/><br/>Fi's eyes glanced up at him, wondering if she should apologize and yet not wanting to. She shifted, pressing closer, trembling openly as her gaze seemed to at once shine with delight and beg for indulgence. One of her own hands came to cup his jaw rather like he had hers. Daring, reckless she was, as she leaned in and set her lips against his in the softest of kisses, a whisper's brush, chaste yet promising. Her lashes had lowered, her cheeks flushed bright as only a natural redhead could. Her voice was breathless as it slipped from her lips "Anything you desire...my hero..."