AN: This was born of my need for Magnus/Forsythe ficcage. Just a brief moment, written to see if there's interest out there. :)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing!
Infuriating
By: SentientMist
She waits until they are alone before she whirls to face him. "You are the most infuriating man," she fumes.
The man in question simply shrugs. "Watching you work is so enjoyable. You, Magnus, you are something else, a real piece of work," he smirks, "What do you say, love? You, me…I think we would have made an excellent power couple," he finishes, choking on a chuckle.
Forsythe leans back against the sofa, watching her. He practically oozes charm, and despite herself, Helen feels a flare of attraction. She scans the room, placing the door, the windows. Finally, her gaze comes back to rest on his face.
"Hmm." She moves closer, fixing him with a bemused expression. "I suppose I do owe you a proper 'thank you' for hauling me out of the ocean." She's standing practically over top of him now. Lightly, she scrapes a fingernail across his shoulder. "Then again, that was more your men's doing, wasn't it?" Helen questions as she thoughtfully taps the pad of her index finger where it has stilled on his neck.
Reclaiming her hand, she offers a half smile, eyes sparkling with amusement. Heading for the door, she meets his eye over her shoulder, "I wonder if Charles is busy."