The problem with completing really old tumblr asks is sometimes your initial plotbunny mutates.
Written for the same A Simple Favor AU that Baby-Doll Eyes is for, in which Neil and Eva are Bad For Each Other but can't stay away. That's paraphrasing bc I still dunno what this AU is doing yet exactly.
Also written for D-or-T 2022, which I'm miffed I'm running out of time on. Oh well.
They were there to "keep up appearances" (yes, always with the air quotes and an eye roll whenever Eva said it), to snag an angel investor or two while they were at it, and hey, if either of them happened to find someone who was interested in a quickie in one of the million and a half bedrooms infesting this mansion, so be it.
Keeping up appearances was easy; Neil only had to hover his hand over the small of Eva's back once in a while. Eva only had to make eyes at him occasionally. Sometimes they swapped drinks. (He'd dug his wedding ring out of its box from its dusty corner of the bathroom drawer, just for this occasion. Where was Eva keeping hers?)
Eva's built-in competitive streak, powered up by animosity toward him, gave her an advantage; halfway through the evening she'd gotten two checks from two investors while Neil only had one.
But his was bigger. Ha.
He was attempting, now, to make small talk with a woman who claimed to be the assistant to some bigwig who would definitely, probably, open quite a few doors financially. Truth be told, though, his heart wasn't in it. And then his heart went somewhere else entirely when he saw Eva slinking around his periphery wearing a murderous gaze.
Bingo.
"I'll be back before you can say 'what'," he told the redhead.
"What?" she said, tittering.
He gave her a wink and strode for the hallway Eva had just disappeared down.
"Okay," he said when he found her, tilting the last of her third drink into her mouth, "what the hell's your problem?" He found himself influenced by the dim light into speaking quietly (if not less harshly), though no one else was around to hear him.
"I don't have a problem," she said coolly. "Seems like you do." Her face was a mask again, no trace of the daggers she'd been shooting minutes ago. "Sweet talking any piece of ass who can get you to the guy with the keys to the kingdom. Supposedly."
With a measured sigh, he followed as she sauntered down the hall looking around, glass lightly held; a planet following its sun. "We agreed before we came here! Do whatever we had to do, all bets are off, blah blah blah. Excuse me if I find certain people more interesting than others."
"Sure, but I'm only human. Never said I'd be okay with it when it actually happened."
He knew she was only trying to get a rise out of him.
It was working.
"Oh," he said with a harsh laugh, "you are such a hypocrite. You assured me you were fine with it. And meanwhile I'm supposed to be a-okay with you smarming your way into some rich's asshole's pants."
She paused near a bookshelf, sliding the empty glass onto it. Then she turned to him. "I have better things to do than monitor your feelings about… all this." She pointedly adjusted her tight, low-cut dress, a serpentine smile curving her mouth. "Just figured by this point your self-control would be higher than a 14-year-old."
Before he'd breathed he grabbed her by the wrists and backed her into the wall. He looked up at her wide eyes (damn her stilettos) and said, growling, "Fuck you."
She met his stare, breathing calm where his was rough. Even in the half-darkness, he could see her pupils expand.
One of her hands slipped away from his grip to cradle his jaw, to slide to his chin, fingernails just barely digging in. "Oh, Neil," she said, with that false tenderness that after all this time still went straight to his groin, "sometimes you're so easy."
He pressed her other hand harder against the wall and sealed his lips to hers.
She moaned, opening her mouth to his tongue. One leg hooked around his waist and pressed his body to hers; she rolled her hips, moaning again. "Tell me what I want," she said when they broke free.
"You want to get fucked right here." He was already undoing his fly, watching her hike up her dress. "You want to know you're still mine."
She laughed throatily, spreading her bare legs. "Please, baby. I want you to know you're still mine."
Christ, she hadn't wore panties. "God, Eva," and he groaned, biting her shoulder as he slid into her, so wet, "you're such a sl—"
"Shut up and get me off."
He felt her fingers working her clit, her thumb brushing his dick as he moved fast and hard; one leg was around him again and she still stood as firm as a pillar against that wall.
Neil wanted her knees to crumple. Wanted Eva to get loud enough that everyone would know. "You're so fucking wet. How long have you been—nngh, fuck—thinking about this?"
"I went commando. How long do you think?" A bitten-off yelp, and she flexed around him. "Knew I'd get you in me sometime tonight, just didn't know, oh, fuck, harder…!"
He moaned helplessly into her neck, dick throbbing as she came jerkily. "So needy," he gasped.
"Fuck yeah, give me another. Don't stop!"
Instead he slowed, laughing as her nails dug into his hip. "I have the self-control of a 14-year-old, remember?" he said, reaching between them to rub her clit. He shifted his angle, drawing out achingly slow and inching back in. Then he groaned, leaning up to kiss her again and tangle his tongue with hers.
When he sped up again, feeling her heat grow, he muffled her scream with his lips.
He pulled back from her to breathe, the pressure and the pleasure wonderfully too much. "You're a witch," he grunted, pushing deep. "You're evil. And, and you're mine, fucking all mine."
She whined as he came in her, grinding hip to hip against him until she came again, squeezing aftershocks out of him. "That's right," she said, panting. "Only you can do this to me."
Maybe it was another lie, but he couldn't care less. He slid out of her and tidied up, tamping down prickles of annoyance at how lithely Eva removed herself from the wall he'd just railed her on.
"I should have worn panties after all," she said, sounding vaguely put out. Would've been fun to walk around all filled up."
"Eva, I swear to fuck you're trying to kill me," he said, his groan half tortured and half turned on.
"You should really do something about those nasty delusions of yours, baby." She gave a feral grin, then disappeared around the corner for the bathroom.
When they returned home that night, this time she didn't take off her ring.
And like in so many things, he followed her lead.
