Step three: Do the house chores in a sexy manner
Show him how desirable you are by making even the most inane tasks unbelievably sexy. Costumes and props are optional!
A wicked smirk curled on your lips as you read the latest step in your plan of seduction.
Oh, this one was going to be fun!
Maybe this time you could make Elliot faint.
A sadistic giggle breaking out from your throat, you skipped off down the hall. You had some props to get after all.
Ear pressed up against the door to the elaborate living room that Blood and his subordinates frequented in the evenings (or at least the ones when they were not trying to kill someone via a haze of bullets/blades or having midnight tea parties for no apparent reason... never let it be said that Wonderland was a logical place...) you awaited the telltale sounds of booted feet stomping down the hall.
Eyes flashing with mischief you hurried into position.
Right on cue, the heavy wooden door was carelessly thrown open to admit a widely yawning bunny-eared gunslinger. One who promptly froze on seeing your position.
Resisting the urge to smirk, you arranged a sensual pout on your face, before turning your head to look over your shoulders at the intruder, not moving from your position 'cleaning' the table.
"[Name]!" choked Elliot, his blue eyes flickering down to where your lacy underwear peaked out of your too short skirt, before widening in shock and immediately snapping back to your face.
"Yes Elliot?" you asked innocently, batting your lashes for good measure.
"W-what are you doing?!"
Oh how adorable, his ears had flattened themselves against his head like a cat! You really wanted to just reach out and stroke them...
No! Focus! Be sexy... ear molestation can come later!
"Why I'm cleaning of course!" You cooed as you finally righted yourself from your provocative pose, bent invitingly over the table (you were both disappointed and amused that Elliot hadn't just taken you up on that offer here and now...) and turned around to face the blushing bunny.
Unfortunately however, whatever embarrassment he had been feeling was suddenly forgotten as he took in your outfit and the duster clutched in your hand. Instead of a yummy blush all you got was a puzzled frown. Damn. Maybe you needed to try harder...
"Um... [Name]?" he asked absently, "why are you cleaning? Blood has people to do that kind of thing..."
Hmm. He actually had a good point there...
"I'm trying to be useful..?" you tried.
The hare swept his gaze down your costume, his nose wrinkling in confusion.
"But why are you dressed like a maid?"
Smirking, you crossed your arms - a move that crushed your breasts together and made the swell of your cleavage strain to break free from the dress's bodice.
"Well I didn't want to get my clothes dirty, now did I?" you purred as you watched his eyes drop down to the over spillage of flesh. You pressed your arms together a little tighter. "Don't you think it suits me?"
Ah his blush was back ~ .
Ignoring the flush on his cheeks, Elliot eyed your outfit critically.
"Couldn't you get one that fits?"
Cue your faceplant.
'You're totally missing the point, Elliot...'
"Anyway," continued the oblivious male as he shrugged away his curiosity at your strange behaviour, "I was just looking for those brats - they're ditching their guard duty again – so I better get heading. Let me know if they turn up okay, [Name]?"
You watched in stunned disbelief as the object of your affections gave you a happy wave and stalked off to find children to beat, you and your scandalous outfit and provocative behaviour completely forgotten.
WHAT THE HELL?!
He was supposed to be here drooling all over you God damn it! Or better yet, shoving you down on that there table and having his wicked way with you! Hell, you'd even settle for him running away in a bloody mess like last time! But completely ignoring you in favour of Dee and Dum?!
Well... talk about a blow to your ego...
Pouting sulkily, you dropped your gaze down to your pilfered maid's outfit, reluctantly pulling the top up a little higher.
"There's no need to do that [Name]," chuckled a dark velvety voice from the doorway, causing your head to snap up and stare in horror. From his position idly leaning against the doorframe, the Hatter gave you a sinful smirk, "I think it fits perfectly."
Oh crap. How long had Blood been standing there?! And that look on his face was probably not a good thing. Kinda like that evil glint in his eye...
"Err... thanks?" you said with a nervous grin as you mentally began to catalogue all the exits. Strangely enough, you weren't really feeling in the mood to sit and spend time with your sociopathic benefactor... perhaps it had something to do with the slutty maid costume you were wearing. Or perhaps it was that sadistic smile on his face. Hard to say really.
Blood lazily prowled into the room, making his way over to where a crystal decanter stood next to several whisky glasses, before uncorking the bottle and pouring himself a healthy measure.
"I confess," he continued without looking round as you tried to inch your way towards the newly vacated doorway "I'm glad to see you trying to earn your keep."
Swirling the amber liquid around in the glass, Blood turned to lock ruby eyes on you, his expression one of pure evil.
"I do so hate free-loaders, don't you [Name]?" he asked with a quirk of one of his perfect eyebrows.
"R-right..." you agreed weakly as you clutched your duster in front of you like a safety blanket.
"But don't let me keep you from your jobs. I believe that shelf over there needs dusting."
"Right away..." you mumbled as you trudged towards the indicated area, ignoring the aura of smug amusement that came from your audience.
He was so doing this on purpose, the bastard.
Make that psychotic bastard with a machine gun. Yes. Better to just do what he says...
Grumbling to yourself you set to work, leaving Blood to arrange himself in an artistic sprawl on one of the many elaborate couches that dotted the room.
As the Mafioso enjoyed the view that you were granting him as you struggled to reach the too high shelf, causing your dress to ride up delightfully, he sipped on his drink and took a moment to consider how good it was to be him.
Blood's lips curved into a self satisfied smile. He did have such wonderfully amusing toys after all.
STEP 3: FAIL (at least with Elliot...)
Just a quick explanation here - there isnt going to be any BloodxReader in this booklet, but given his nature I just can't see the guy passing up any oppertunity to torture [Name]. The man is sin, pure and simple after all!
Incidentally the reason that this is an Elliot drabble series and not a Blood (besides the fact that Elliot is awesome in his own right) is because the man has no self restraint. Could you imagine it? Step two: make everything an innuendo: [Name]: 'Blood, I'm getting so desperate! Wont you just take me somewhere interesting?' Blood: 'Why, how could a man say no to such a request? Come here [Name], I know just what to do with you to ease that boredom of yours.' -insert loud moans and a scene of graphic table sex. Also one traumatised bunny-man and two curious childeren - End of booklet. T.T