Dominance
Black eyes glittered like wet onyx in the firelight as they stared straight ahead, but the pretty pink flush and sheen of sweat on creamy skin gave away the lie of concentration. She needed no toys, no bonds, no whips to bring her dogs to heel and this one was no different.
He attempted a smirk, the one that usually had the whole steno pool in a tizzy, but only had the effect of making her arch a perfectly shaped brow. "Does something amuse you?"
"Not at all, General." Ahh. Most would've missed the way his voice, like melted dark-chocolate, wavered ever so slightly on her title. Olivier Mira Armstrong was not like most. Her very presence assured anyone in doubt of her superiority.
Once more the silence fell between them, only broken by the crackle of the fire as a log settled. He was close, so very close. Her carriage was perfect as her elegantly etched sword carved a brilliant arc through the air in it's blood thirsty quest for a bobbing Adam's apple. As the point came to rest on a throbbing pulse, naked, interlaced hands gripped each other until the knuckles glowed white. Broad shoulders tensed, shook violently and then slumped downwards.
He was done. "Is there anything else I can do for you, general?" he asked breathlessly.
"There's nothing a waste of space like yourself can do for me," she said flatly, a hint of disdain in her voice. With that she turned on her heel, sheathed her sword, and marched into the outer office, a self-satisfied smirk curving her lips at the groan coming from behind her.
A/N: This was my first Olivier/Roy. Hope you liked, please review!