Inside the safe, there was another envelope, smaller, more sacred. She kept it locked away, not because its contents were dangerous or classified, but because they were too painful. Her hands trembled as she reached in the safe, pulling out the envelope containing all the Doyle dossiers, fingers ghosting the second envelope and, for a moment, she hesitated.

Her teeth scraped her bottom lip, tears pricking at her eyes. "Soon, mein herz..." she whispered.


May 27th

The first time she'd met him, she was newly eighteen and (to be entirely honest with herself) she'd had a crush on him for years. She'd given up hope that she'd ever actually come face-to-face with him, given her mother's staunch disapproval of him and his ideologies, but that didn't stop her from idolizing him (in fact, her mother's opposition was part of the attraction...).

She leaned against the wall of the ballroom, arms crossed over her chest, scowl firmly in place. She hadn't wanted to come tonight, had argued with her mother for a week straight and ultimately lost. That didn't mean she had to enjoy herself, though, and it certainly didn't mean she had to socialize.

"Enjoying yourself?" a voice asked from beside her. It was clear from the smirk in his tone that he already knew the answer.

She gave a snort of amusement without looking up, too busy staring daggers at her mother. "I might be," she muttered, "If I were old enough to drink..."

Her companion laughed. "Alcohol does seem to be a requirement to not wanting to blow your brains out at these parties... Though I'm not sure Charles would forgive me for getting shit-faced and ruining his good image."

Emily looked up sharply, suddenly realizing to whom she was speaking, felt her heart leap into her throat. She tried not to let it show on her face just how star-struck she was. "I did that once," she said, hoping her voice didn't tremble. "Mother has never forgiven me and now all the waiters know not to serve me."

"Ah," he made a sound of recognition, "So, you're the Ambassador's daughter."

"Unfortunately." She offered him her best approximation of a smile. "Emily," she introduced herself.

"Erik," he replied, as if anyone in the world didn't already know his name. He reached into his suit coat and pulled a flask from an inner pocket, offered it to her. "Don't tell Charles," he whispered conspiratorially.

She gratefully accepted the drink, tipping back a healthy swallow, feeling the burn of whiskey all the way down her throat. She offered him a secretive smile. "Only so long as you don't tell my mother."

He laughed, accepted the flask back, took a sip. "Would you care to dance?" he offered, extending a hand towards her.

For a moment, Emily stared at his proffered hand, debating, before throwing caution to the wind and accepting the offer.

Emily's back met the wall with force and she gasped sharply into the kiss, but made no move to stop. Her head swam pleasantly from the whiskey, but she knew exactly what she was doing – she'd been fantasizing about this for a very long time.

Fingers wrapped tightly around her wrists, he pinned both her hands against the wall on either side of her head, perhaps a little roughly, but she certainly wasn't about to complain. She pressed her hips firmly against his, putting pressure on his hardening length, making him groan, the sound travelling straight to her core. He pulled away from her lips to nip scoldingly at her neck, sinking his teeth into her tender flesh, and she tilted her head back to give him better access, her chest heaving with arousal at the rough treatment.

He chuckled low in his throat at her eagerness. "It would seem you're not the good little Ambassador's daughter your mother would like you to be..."

She smirked. "You have no idea..." As if to prove her point, she wrested one wrist away from his grasp and slipped her hand past the waistband of his pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

He groaned as she slid her hand along his length, getting him fully erect, and she grinned wickedly at how easily she could bring someone so powerful to his knees.

As if reading her thoughts, he tangled one hand in her loosely curled locks, and tugged sharply so she was forced to her knees before him. She flicked her tongue out over her lips as she reached to undo his pants, pulling his cock free. She didn't need to be told twice what he wanted and she was all too happy to oblige.

"Good girl," he murmured, though there was nothing good about what they were doing.

She smirked up at him as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, eager to please him (and, if it would horrify her mother, all the better). She felt his fingers tighten in her hair as his hips thrust forward, plunging his length into her mouth and she gave a pleased little hum as his length hit the back of her throat, the vibrations of the sound travelling straight through him, drawing a shuddering breath from his throat.

She slowly dragged her mouth back up his length, scraping her teeth as she went, just the faintest bit. When she pulled back, letting him slip from her mouth with a wet pop, she glanced up at him through her lashes as she flicked her tongue across the head and she could tell that he was struggling to hold back from pushing her head forward and thrusting into her mouth, fucking her with abandon. She had absolutely no problem with that...

She moaned softly as he tugged her hair, urging her back onto his cock, conscious of her volume given their all too close proximity to the party. She wasn't all that experienced, but he was easily the biggest she'd ever taken and when he thrust in as far as he could go, she felt the momentary panic of not being able to breathe, and the rush of adrenalin through her veins caused her to moan again.

"God, Emily," he said through gritted teeth as she bobbed her head faster, pushing him deeper into her mouth with each thrust of his hips. "Like that. Fuck."

A victorious little thrill coursed through her at her ability to so thoroughly reduce him to this. It didn't take long before he lost the ability to form words altogether, thrusting faster into her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening, keeping her in place as he fucked her.

With a primal cry, he buried himself in her mouth one final time before coming and he held her in place so she'd take every last drop.

When she released him, panting heavily, she licked the last of his cum off her lips with an all too mischievous smile. She was about to return to the party before her mother noticed her absence and became irate when his fingers closed about her wrist, stopping her.

She turned back, brow raised in question, but before she could speak, he pulled her to him, kissing her soundly.