It had become too much for her, she really couldn't take it much longer. She had decided that tonight she would seduce him, never in her life had she wanted anyone more. And never in her life had she had more trouble getting it.

He drove her wild. Over the past month all she could think about was him, him in her bed, her bath, her parlour, in her.

Up until this point she had tried, but tonight was going to be different. She had Mr Butler arrange a special dinner for just the two of them. They were going to eat in the dining room, lit exclusively by candle light and then she would take him into the parlour for their usual drinks and then it would begin.

She had been distracted all day, almost forgetting to ring to arrange for him to come over. Finally Dot thought perhaps it would be a good start to call him. So she did. Hugh answered the phone of course and she promptly asked to be put through to the Inspector.

"Inspector Robinson"

"Ah Jack, come over tonight for a drink will you, around 8?" It was not a question as much as it was an order. Jack was used to this by now and decided that that it would be easier for him to agree rather than argue.

By the time 7.30 rolled around he was more than happy to go to Miss Fisher's house where he knew it would be warm and comfortable. He had had a hard day and the last thing he wanted was to go home to his cold and empty house. He decided to walk over, it wasn't too far and it would give him a good opportunity to clear his mind. At this point he had no idea what was awaiting him.

When he arrived at 7.55 he was greeted at the door by Dot, which was unusual, but was informed that this was Mr Butlers night off and she herself was going on a date with Constable Collins. Which could only mean one thing, he and Phryne were to be alone.

He was ushered into the Parlour and told Miss Fisher would be just a minute. So Miss Fisher had gotten rid of all her staff for the night, this both scared and intrigued the Inspector. What did she possibly have planned? He had a few ideas, however wasn't sure they would go down too well. He also wasn't sure he was entirely ready for whatever she had in mind.

His thoughts were interrupted by someone running their hands through his hair. "Jack" she said, collecting them both a drink from a tray behind him. He wasn't even aware he had sat down or that she had entered the room. "How nice of you to join me" She knew she had interrupted his daydreaming, which pleased her.

"Ah Miss Fisher" he stopped when he saw her for the first time. She was wearing long black pants and a cream shirt which was see through in at the right angle.

"I see you've evicted your staff for the night?"

God he annoyed her sometimes, any other man in the same situation would have pounced on her and the opportunity she had provided. She had cleared her house, lit the room only by candle light and her clothes were practically see through. God, was she trying to impress him? Never had she felt the need to impress a man, they usually felt the need to impress her. Nor however had she wanted a man so much in her life.

Letting out a deep sigh and taking in a deep sip of her drink, she looked the Inspector straight in the eye.

"So Jack, tell me, any murders today?"

"I'm sure you're very aware Miss Fisher that there has not been." Suddenly it dawned on him what she was doing. Two could play at this game, he took a long sip of his drink before going to sit beside her on the love seat.

"Ah" she murmured, genuinely shocked at this movement "what a pleasant surprise" shuffling closer to him, breaking any space which could have existed between them.

"What has bought this on?"

"I could have asked the same" he said with a look of defiance on his face "getting rid of your staff for the night."

"A happy coincidence" she said with a playful smirk on her lips.

"I'm sure." He said leaning across to the table to refill his glass, brushing his hand across her leg while doing so.

"None of them are coming him til late you know" she whispered, "If we're lucky they won't be back til tomorrow." Her face was very close to his by this stage, but he felt she didn't deserve to win that easily.

"I very much doubt that Miss Williams and Constable Collins will spend the night together." Before he had realised what he had said she was laughing "Not until they're happily married anyway." She managed between laughs. Jack turned away from her to pour them both more whisky.

"Can you imagine it Jack." Miss Fisher quipped shaking her head and picking up her re- filled glass.

"I'd rather not." He said looking embarrassed.

The pair shared several more glasses of whisky (perhaps too many) and ended up sitting very close, Phryne was leaning very heavily on him, when a rather awkward silence fell between them.

"Miss Fisher" Jack started, earning a frown from Phryne, "I should really be leaving." He was in no position to move however, with her full body weight against him.

"Ah Jack" Miss Fisher pushed back into the love seat, forcing their bodies very close. Too close for friends really.

She moved her hand so that it was positioned firmly on his upper thigh. "Jack don't go."

He could barely breathe; she had such an effect on his body at the best of times. Now she was practically sitting on his lap, holding his leg very firmly, her fingernails biting through his pants. He could feel himself becoming aroused.

"Phryne please"he began, but before he could finish his sentence she had moved her hand ever so slightly toward the inside of his pant leg and that was it. She turned her body so that she was facing him and her hand found exactly what it was looking for.

"Phryne, I don't think..." He was cut off by her kissing his mouth, more like assaulting it really. He could do nothing but return her passionate kiss. She was wild and every good as good a kisser as he had remembered and imagined. Her kisses burned like wild fire across his face and neck before he summoned the ability to stop her.

"Phryne" he managed to pant, "We shouldn't be doing this"

"I don't see why not" she purred her hands still roaming his lower body, sliding up his chest to cup his face. She looked deep into his eyes, his brown eyes returning her stare, a battle of their wills. Eventually she won.

"Fine, but can we please go somewhere more private?" he said, visions of getting caught by Mr Butler or worse Miss Williams flashing across his mind.

"You said yourself that no one was here." She said challenging him, simultaneously unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, raising her body slowly as she did so, to allow more room to take his shirt off.

He took this as his chance to brush her off, moving to stand behind the love seat and pouring himself another drink. He sculled it as he realised what was happening and that she too was rising to follow him. Suddenly she again was standing very close to him, her hand on his lower back, he could smell her sweet overpowering perfume mixed with the whisky which they had both had too much of.

"Afraid Jack?" she purred, as her hands once again found his chest, reaching up to kiss him. He however beat her to it. In one sharp move, he had grabbed her arms and her hair and was violently kissing her, pushing his body hard against hers. It was too much for Phryne, letting out a moan which she did not regret, she kissed back with equal passion. In one sharp move, she moved her hand to Jacks rapidly hardening cock which sent him to a whole other level. He was so shocked and overcome by this that she managed to spin him around so she was pinned to the love seat. The momentum however was too much, causing them both to crash over the top of the couch and onto the ground.