alisa_lebeau_v3 | Business and Pleasure *NSFW*

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Alisa had remained on Alistaire Shaw's lap the entire time. Partly to keep him off balance in case he wished to attack her in some way, and the other part just for the hell of it. He was now offering his company in bed, of all things. Her demon like eyes rolled in her head as she sat up, leaning her back some to look at Alistaire directly in his face.

"You t'ink I'm jus' gonna rip off my clothes an' go to bed wit' you like dat all willy nilly? Jesus... your ego is just as bad as your Grandpere's."

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Alistaire shrugs. "I'm a believer in expedience. You're attractive, I'm attractive, and we are both of questionable moral fiber. All traits that I find to be rife with potential for a satisfying sexual encounter. If you want to go to bed with me, excellent, if not, then I'll see you when I have work ready for you."

She shook her head, unable to believe that she was going to do this. Alisa slipped off of Alistarie's lap and started to head for her bedroom in the loft. Like the rest of her loft, the bedroom was well done and lavish in it's furniture and styling.

An antique cherrywood four poster queen sized bed from New Orleans with a matching dresser and pair of nightstands adorned the room. There were red and black silk bedsheets upon the bed with enough pillows to drown a man. But something a bit unusual was hanging on the wall behind her bed.

It was a Thieves Guild banner, one that marked her as a member of their "Enforcer" branch. It was a gift from the man who adopted her into the Guild, and something she was very fond of. Hell, Alisa was actually proud to own that banner.

Alisa sat on the edge of her bed and began to take off her heels, awaiting for Alistaire to follow her, if he dared. Though a small part of her was wishing he got cold feet.

Alistaire smiles and unbuttons his collar as he walks towards her, fading from sight. There's a shuffle and two dull thuds, the sound of him taking his shoes off. Alisa will then feel a pair of hands on her waist.

Her first instinct was to turn and throw a punch. But Alisa caught herself before she landed her fist against Alistaire's face. Her muscles were tensed up, and she fought hard to calm herself down.

"You shouldn' sneek up on me like dat. I coulda knocked you t'rough a few walls." It was not so much as a threat as it was the truth. Sighing, she closed her eyes, feeling his large hands upon her slender waist, just resting there, now.

He comes back into view. "I like to play." He grins, putting one hand behind her head and leaning in to nuzzle gently along her neck, inhaling the scent of her.

The feeling of his head against her neck actually made her cheeks light up. Alisa was normally the one in control of everything. Her Business, her strength, her battles, her money... all of it was under her control. Yet here comes Alistaire Shaw, with his ego, snarkiness, and a feeling of danger that almost defined him. He made her wish to give it all up for him and a few brief moments of pleasure or a lifelong job by his side.

She gave off a sigh, then a moan as he continued to nuzzle her neck. Alisa LeBeau had an interesting scent about her. Vanilla and spice some would say. A rather pleasant yet intoxicating scent.

"I ain' use to playin' ." She readily admitted, while her hands moved to rest on his broad shoulders once more. "Not like dis, anyway."

"Just think of it as a variation on a theme, instead of blindfolding you or asking you to keep your eyes closed--" He bears some of his weight down against her, pushing her to her back, as he vanishes again. "--, just go ahead and keep them open. For all the good it will do."

There was a small yelp as Alisa found herself pushed back down on her own bed. She hated the unexpected, she hated to feel like a push over, and weak like this. yet she was putting up with it for a game. She was starting to let some of her control slip.

"You are jus' ... odd. Or maybe I am odd. One o' us in dis room is odd!"

"I certainly hope so." She'll feel his lips against her ear, pressure of his hands wandering across her body, unbuttoning her clothes. "Normal people are so very boring."

Her body trembled at the sudden feeling of his lips against her ear, body pressed against her own, and his hands working to unbutton her blouse. Her heart was going a mile a minute, just like when she was in a street fight with some of the toughest bastards in New York City. She was starting to feel that same thrill, and it was helping Alistaire tame her to some degree.

"I am anyt'ing but normal..."

He pulls her shirt open, the last two buttons popping off and clattering to the floor. He removes his own shirt, which flutters into view as he tosses it over his shoulder, drifting to the floor to join their shoes.

"Clearly." He growls against her throat, moving his lips across her skin as he presses her between him and the bed.

"Dat was my favorite shirt..." There was almost a whimper as Alistaire climb on top of her and began kissing his wave from her neck to her bare shoulder. Well... all but bare shoulder. She still had her bra on, which barely kept her modest, along with her pants and underwear.

Things were heating up more between the two, amoral mutants. Alisa was getting off on the danger and how Alistaire was besting her at times, while Alistaire... possibly got off on her beauty? She was not sure.

"You can be a lil' rougher, you know. I don' break dat easy... last I checked, I wasn' made o' glass."

"I know an excellent seamstress." He replies, returning to view as he holds her hair tighter and bites at the soft expanse of flesh where her shoulder meets her nape. He suckles at her skin between his teeth, moaning in anticipation as he grinds his hips down against her.

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Alisa found herself still catching her breath as she lay by Alistaire's side in her bed. They were both under the blankets now, still nude, and still perhaps feeling a tad bit awkward. Her red on black eyes looked over at him, to see if he wished to speak first, if at all.

"So..."

"I hope the experience was everything you could have hoped for. I would have arranged something a bit more... genteel if I'd understood your situation."

"It was sumt'ing else, I will say dat." her face was somewhat red as she tugged at the blanket pulled up to her chest in an absentminded manner. "I didn' mean for dis to make you unhappy, Boss."

"I'm not unhappy. Just concerned. I don't mistreat those in my service, or those I allow to be around me."

"You did not mistreat me, t'ough." She managed a meek smile, rolling over on to her side to look at him better. "I jus' ... t'ought you would be turned off if you knew dat dis lovely package ain' ever been opened an' couldn'... you know, pleasure you well enough."

Sighing, Alisa playfully nipped at his ear, before kissing Alistaire's neck.

"After-all, I am your new, personal enforcer, courtesy o' de T'ieves Guild. I live an' die for you now, as well as give you whatever you need when you need it. You 'ave my loyalty, an' I t'ink dat is all dat matters, no?"

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A low groan bubbles up from his throat at that bite, and he glides a hand over her hip. "I find this arrangement to be highly satisfying. Everyone should have their own enforcer." He smirks.

"Well if everyone 'ad one, we wouldn' be for de elite, now would we?" She smirked a little at Alistaire, feeling one of his hands on her hip. She continued to kiss his neck some, and then his chest. "Plus female "enforcers" are rare in itself. De T'ieves Guild is still sort o' a... well... Men's Club."

"Misogyny is a waste of time. There's no profit in it." He snorts offhandedly, tilting his head to give her better access to his neck, beginning to hold her just a bit more tightly.

"Well, dey old school." She grinned a little as he held her a tad bit closer. "Women are rarely t'ieves or enforcers. Most are jus' brides an' housewives. An' believe me when I say I ain' de kinda gal you bring home to Mama."

The moment he tilted his head, she moved her lips back over his neck, along with her tongue. She was experimenting with what made him happy, and this appeared to be it.

Yes, Alistaire's neck totally does it for him. He slides a hand off of her hip to her rear. "I can't say for sure. I never knew my mother."

"Makes two o' us." She spoke in a somewhat dull tone about that. if there was anything Alisa hated, it was talking about her family, or lack of. "Don' even know who my Pere be, either. Kinda was adopted for one soul purpose, den when dat purpose was no longer needed, dey found me anoder."

That dullness in her voice soon left as his hand moved down her body to rest on her somewhat firm rear. Her lips curled into a smirk, as she continued to work along his neck using only the tip of her tongue. Experimentation was fun, after-all!

His erogenous zone of choice to expose involves turning his nose up, go figure.

Alistaire pulls her on top of him, letting her curves fall against him as he explores her back, all of it, with his hands.

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