Ch 2

The Following Day:

Will pulled himself out of bed and dressed just as his clock ticked over to 8:30 a.m. The meeting started at 9:00 a.m. and he needed to be on time. He had spent most of the previous evening avoiding everyone else in the team… especially Magnus. After what had happened in her office the night before, he couldn't even look at her now without a wave of heat flowing through him, sparking his desires. He needed to figure out a way to hide his feelings for her when they were around the others. Biggie would be the hardest to hide it from, he was so tuned in to everyone on the team and he knew Magnus better than anyone else did.

Picking up a small stack of files and pulling his bedroom door shut behind him, he made his way down the stairs and down the hall to Helen's office, slowly. He had to give himself a pep talk on the way. Just don't look into her face and keep your eyes off those legs! He entered the office and took a spot next to Henry. This action brought forth a suspicious look from Biggie; Will always sat next to Magnus, always. Was something going on?

The meeting was over quickly, with Magnus doling out assignments and going over the plans for the day. As everyone else filed out of the room, Will heard Magnus call his name.

"Will?" She stood beside her desk, the same spot that they had ravaged each other the night before. "Please, stay behind. We need to talk." Will made his way to the chair facing her desk and took a seat. With a few short steps, Helen was directly in front of him, leaning over to bring her gaze to eye level. Déjà vu, Will thought; this is what had started yesterday's events. He brought his eyes up to meet hers and a warm flush crept across his face.

"Will, what is wrong? Do you regret last night?" She asked him this while trying to read his expression for answers. She didn't regret last night but she was afraid that he had and she didn't want to lose her prodigy.

"No, I don't regret last night, Magnus. I just can't even look at you now without my passion for you showing. I know now what it is like to make love to you…how you feel, taste, smell. I just have to figure out a way for me to hide my true feeling for you in front of the others." Will explained while staring deep into her face, tracing her features with his gaze.

A smile curled the corners of Helen's mouth as she responded, "first of all, in this case, call me Helen. Secondly, we are adults and we can be professional, can't we? We will just have to know when to keep work and this…" she gestured from Will back to herself, "separate."

He knew that she was right, that they were adults and they could do this. He just had to stop letting her bring out the schoolboy in him! He nodded his head in agreement and stood to face her. "But when can I see you again, you know, privately?" Will inquired with a playful grin.

Helen raised her eyebrows at the question and glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. "Are you busy right now?" Her voice had dropped almost an octave and was now low and sultry. She lifted her right arm to hook it around his neck and landed a kiss on his lips. Will returned the kiss with fervor, wrapping his arms around her waist and tightening his fingers in the fabric of her sweater. Helen stepped back and took Will's hand in hers, leading him out of the office and up to her room. The others were bust right now, with Henry and Kate on an assignment and Biggie working down in the catacombs, so they shouldn't have to worry about being disturbed.

At her bedroom door, she turned on her heel and faced him, "If we do this today, there's no turning back. I'm giving you an easy out if you want it." She smiled at Will, knowing what his answer would be. He didn't want out; in fact, judging by the expression that graced his face, he wanted in all the way!

He shook his head and put his hands on her hips, guiding her backwards into her room. With a flick of his foot, the door was closed behind them and his mouth was on hers again. She pulled back and looked at him, "I told you, this time it's my turn." Grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt, she quickly pulled it up and over his head. She stood back and looked at him for a moment, reveling in the smooth muscular chest that was now revealed. With a quick movement, she pushed him hard back onto the bed and crawled up to sit astride him. With a devilish smile, Helen reached behind the pillows that lay on her four poster bed and slid up a pair of handcuffs that were hooked around the post. She closed the cold steel over one of his wrists, then the other and sat up, looking into his eyes. "I am in charge today. You can look and even feel the pleasure but you can't touch until I say." Will's mouth contorted into a huge grin. He was intrigued for he had never thought this side of Helen possible.She dug her claws into his chest and slowly dragged them down toward his belt buckle, leaving puffy pink welts in their wake. She brought her mouth down to kiss his chest and nipped at his skin with her teeth, causing him to jump and wince. Her lips curled into a smile as she raised her eyes to meet his, her tongue still dancing across his pink flesh.

Will looked down at her in amazement, longing to see what would come next. She unhooked his belt and pulled it from the loops of his jeans, making a faint cracking sound as she whipped it through the air and tossed it aside. Helen sat up again and slowly unbuttoned and removed her blouse, never letting her gaze leave Will's eyes. Relieving herself of her bra next, she stretched out and laid across him, pressing hot flesh on hot flesh. Her hands roamed his chest and entangled in his hair while her mouth never left his skin, moving from his mouth across his jaw line and coming to rest on his ear lobe. She took the fleshy lobe between her teeth and nibbled, whispering, "this is going to be fun…"

Will struggled against the cuffs that shackled him to the bed and kept his hands from exploring her. He needed to touch her. She was sending waves of pleasure through him and he needed to reciprocate. Helen's hands came up to rest on his forearms and she looked at him softly shaking her head. She didn't want him to struggle, only to receive what she had to give him. He appeased her and his struggling subsided.

Easing herself down and off the bed, she shed her heels and skirt and pulled his jeans off of him. She stalked up his body on her hands and knees coming to sit astride him once again. "Do you want to touch me?" her question was met with a greedy reply from the much younger man, "Yes!"

"Too bad!" was her response and she leaned down and kissed him hard, her tongue shooting out to explore the recesses of his mouth. When he did the same, she bit his tongue and sat up, smiling at him. Once again running her nails down his soft, pink dermis, she made her way down to his manhood and drew him into her mouth fully. A soft moan escaped Will's lips and, in turn, a slight chuckle rose in her own chest. Moving her mouth up and down around him slowly, Helen's eyes never left his and he could feel his threshold growing ever closer.

"Helen, please, let me go. Let me touch you. I want you so badly." At this, he began to fight against the cuffs once more. She removed her mouth from him and looked up, scolding him. "I said not yet." She stood and stripped off her panties, tossing them to the growing pile of clothing in the corner, and straddled Will. "How badly do you want me? I want to hear you say it." She leaned down close, bringing her ear close to his lips waiting for his response.

Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door and Biggie's voice followed it. "Magnus? There's an urgent call for you…" Startled, Helen and Will looked at each other and back at the door as it started to open…