<div align="center">Eden was the mistress of deception, always looking to lead the flock astray; even now she was looking for ways to lead Thomas in a different direction. She felt that fleeting feeling of reluctance, a mysterious smile curving her lips, gentle prompting unfailing. Was she trying to help him, or was she trying to help herself? At the moment, it was a mixed effort, though in the end, everything would be for her benefit.<br/><br/>His arousal flashed through her like a knife cutting through skin, that smile growing upon her beautiful face. Massaging her fingers over masculine nipples, Eden’s hands swept down to slid over his abdominal muscles, her bottom scooting precariously close to his groin. Finally she hands slid upwards, branching to caress over his collarbone as she slid up, leaning closer as she studied his face.<br/><br/>It was an innocent movement, golden eyes searching over his face as he spoke, willing him to look at her. “In order to fight a battle, you need troops. Perhaps it is time to stop focussing on those who command you and start focusing on commanding others.” It was a small thought, a seed planted that could grow into his own ideas.<br/><br/>Leaning down, Eden nuzzled her cheek against his, sliding her face back until her lips were brushing his. “I wish you the best of luck.” She purred, connecting her lips more fully to his – It was just a dream, this couldn’t be wrong, right?</div>