Savoring the opportunity at hand, the Turk used her leverage to her advantage and examined the blonde trapped between her legs, figuring out the best tactical approach to take; not having anything planed ahead of time - obviously, given that this was all happening in the minute - the woman ran her hands over the expanse of his shoulders, still not over how broad and powerful they were beneath his suit. Finding that kissing was too intimate for this occasion, she stopped herself halfway down his throat, turning the butterflies to leeches, his back becoming the perfect scratching post for a Behemoth as her nails raked his flesh. Luckily, her nails weren't particularly sharp, and even if they had been nicely manicured, it wouldn't have mattered much since the Vice President had become accustomed to practical talons clawing away, hellbent for blood, but that was another story...

Not just twiddling his... thumbs... Rufus made to remove the Turk's silvery silk robe so he could discard the tantalizing little number beneath it - partially so that he wasn't the only one completely exposed beneath a microscope, but mostly so he could see better what she was packing under the mandatory uniform - but she wasn't having that for whatever reason and roughly smacked his hand away. He only thought that she must have had an insecurity about her body and didn't want to be seen by anyone; in truth she just didn't want to be seen by someone that she didn't feel that close to, since the most private part of herself was a series of scars that ran from the middle of her shoulder blades to her left hipbone. The possibility struck his mind that if it wasn't just self-doubt, the Turk just might have liked to remain garbed, or that by leaving her things on, she was making some sort of statement that this was only to be a one-time only event, so nothing more should have been inferred. Depending on how this night turned out, a repeat might be in order, but regardless, the VP was positively certain that he would never form any sort of personal connection to her...

"Hmph, plans change." Well fine, she could keep her precious body private, since it meant so much to her to erect boundaries, but she couldn't have both that and a place on top, so Rufus figured that it was time for him to make his move - rotating from the core, the blonde swung her through the air as if she weighed no more than a ghostly Dorky Face, taking one wrist in his hand as she was rotating in midair and the other once she had collided with the bed, her feminine form bouncing off the mattress. Unless he was mistaken, he owed her for the Malboro-like bite marks now tracing the side of his neck and sternum, and that was a debt he intended to pay back in full. With interest.

Keeping her hands over her head so she would be limited in her means of acting out, the Turk saw that the blonde reached over for the sheets, intending to tie her hands up so he would be free to explore the woman at his own discretion. Part of Larette was intrigued by the idea, but the angry part of her that was currently in control wasn't so keen on the notion of giving him that easy of a time, especially when she wanted to make him pay for every moment of suffering she felt while in his presence. "Yeah," she kicked the sheets off the bed and onto the freshly vacuumed carpet before he could touch them, "Not unless you do it too."

Hmm, again that was a captivating idea, but it sounded like it could lead dangerously close to something more romantic, which would completely defeat the purpose of tonight - well, one of the purposes. There really was no intention behind this - that would have implied that the Turk had planned on getting the Vice President into bed at some point - though there was no denying that it didn't work out to her advantage; now she could not only let loose after such a long time - seriously, it had been a while - and since her sketchbook was M.I.A. (Oh, yeah! That's why she had come in here in the first place!), this enabled her first choice of winding down, even if her partner wasn't a hundred percent suitable. If she had to say how suitable he was... Well, he had the right accessory for the job, so that gave him a hefty bonus, but because it was Rufus, that changed the final tally, making her unable to give it any kind of a number.

Fairly certain that she wasn't going anywhere - she wasn't, since her mind was basically only on the one thing right about now - the blonde repositioned himself so that he was no longer grinding his hips to hers, but was hovering above her chest. "Hmph, I think you know how this part works." Outwardly comprehending it, just before moving her mouth into position, the Turk fixed him with a beady glare that told him she was far from happy about this arrangement, the look getting more specific as her eyes narrowed. From what he could tell, it basically went on to say 'Just don't expect me to pretend like I enjoy it, because I'm not one of your little secretaries.'. Again, there she was jumping to conclusions about him! "Hmph, being a Turk, you of all people should know where all the sexual harassment claims are aimed."

As a matter of fact, she did, since one of her earliest missions for the company included tracking down a victim that was threatening to talk. "Maybe you're just better at hiding it than the President." While all power resided firmly with the President, Larette could easily see that Rufus was the more frightening of the two, as well as the vainer; frankly, the woman was shocked that he didn't make mention of their standing being so far below his own, or especially that their looks paled in want. "Either way, that's none of my business what you do with your... position."

"Speaking of position..." Bringing her back to the matter at hand and not off in the clouds of the workplace, the blonde gyrated his corporation to get her attention, "Someone isn't fulfilling hers."

Getting that he didn't mean that as a gender stereotype, at least she hoped that wasn't the case, the Turk glanced up at her hands. "You know, if you let go, I could really make it worth your while." She waited as he thought it over, at the same time lowering herself closer to the floor. "Let my hands go, and I can make tonight worth it..." She went the extra mile and added in a seductive purr, "If I get any naughty ideas, now's the perfect chance to punish me..."

Unleashing her wrists cautiously, weary of a coup, Rufus watched as she slithered back so that she was kneeling on her knees on the carpet and chin resting at the very edge of the bed, waiting for him to come to her. Hmph. Meeting her halfway just his once - it was fair, considering that she was the only one who would be making much use of her mouth tonight - the Vice President took his place at the edge, legs dangling over the side of the mattress. Surveying him for a moment, the Turk traced the natural curve of his inner thigh as she slid her hands up, guiding her torso so that she was exactly where she needed to be. This really was the part that she hated the most, but that didn't mean that the girl didn't know how to make good on her word and make her companion feel good.

On the cusp, both literally and figuratively, the Turk closed her eyes as she set to work, squinting when she had to so that she didn't mar her final score any. It was then that her phone chose to ring, just as he had laced his fingers through her violet strands, pulling the woman closer; being a Turk meant having your phone at all times, even off-duty, and that also implied answering it right away, no matter what. Extracting the cell from within her nightie, she suddenly jerked her head back so she could talk, but what she wasn't expecting was that he would prevent her from picking up and reporting in.

Tseng had kept tabs on this mission, just as he would for any job his team had been assigned, offering advice and issuing additional orders as needed; for this particular case, he had been checking in every other night or so, well aware that Larette and Rufus didn't exactly see eye to eye on anything. If she didn't answer, the director would probably assume the worst and act accordingly, so she knew that she should take her phone back from the blonde, but even if she did make it to answer in time, she would have had no clue about what to say. Rufus seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "You can talk to him later, once I decide your fate."

Decide her fate? Did that mean that she wasn't fired yet for her unprofessional behavior? No, it would seem much more his color to blackmail her for the position, or rather to remain in her current position. "I'm not doing this for my job - I'm doing it for..." About to say 'me', it occurred to her at last that she had wanted to do this to him the entire time, ever since their first encounter in the hallway. She was actually attracted to him...?! Wow, the woman berated herself, she really had a way of picking the good ones, didn't she? "...me."

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Since basically all of the chapters deal with either Rufus or Laratte's POV, with the exception of chapter eight, I wanted to do one that was neither (or both, however you care to look at it), and what better time than now? That probably made it a huge mess... Well, if I get complaint, I suppose I could go back and consider fixing it... Maybe. That line about twiddling his thumbs was meant to be a joke, but apparently all my attempts at humor are a fail. Lewd, but not overly graphic. At least that was my intent - I wanted to keep it from going super hardcore, at least until I decide how intense I want this. Man, she's really slow to catch on, isn't she?

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