I couldn't believe that no good player. Taking my assistant- my lover, off to buy damn underwear. Not that it really surprised me what with Kai and his ridiculous activities. How he'd convinced dad to invest in his fashion company venture was beyond me. I sighed and glared at my phone- trying to bring myself to delete the picture he'd sent me, but finding it hard to do.

Deny it all I wanted- she looked sexy like that.

I muttered to myself as I opened the door to my apartment, eyebrows raising curiously to the glow in it from lit candles. Not a lot, but enough to realize she'd put some effort into it. I bit back a grin as I tossed the keys on the table, sliding out of my shoes and then my dress jacket, draping it over the chair as I began to unloosen my tie, walking up the stairs.

Once I got to the second floor and turned towards my bed, I was surprised to see her there, with her hair all fixed, and even makeup on. I tilted my head to the side as she took a deep breath, and untied the small black robe she had on her, letting it fall uselessly to the floor. Revealing her new purchase, I found my mouth suddenly very dry as I stared wide eyed at her person.

"Well… what do you think?"

I blinked at the woman several times, my shocked expression fading into one of aw. I gulped as I took a step forward, finding the way she shifted shyly with her hands clasped behind her back to adorable. Some of her hair had fallen over her shoulder and covered one of her breast, and her chin was tucked down as she placed her toes into the plush carpet and closed her eyes.

I couldn't find words to speak, and my hands itched to come up and grab the sheer fabric. It was amazing that something could both hide and reveal near everything I wanted to see. It might be more innocent that the one I had gotten the picture of, but it damn sure seemed to fit her better. My awed silence was evidently not what she had expected as she squatted down, grabbing the robe she had dropped to the ground and pulling it back on, much to my dismay.

"I…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…I mean…I know that its something that doesn't fit me. I…don't have the figure for such things," she mumbled out, her face hot and I could damn near make out the frustrated tears in her eyes. I grabbed the robe belt as she went to tie it, stopping her from doing it.

"Who was it?" I said angrily, my hands slipping in the robe and pulling her by her hips flush against me. She looked up at me in obvious confusion and I took a deep calming breath.

"Who was it that made you feel like you arenae beautiful?"

"I'm not," she insisted quietly, her hand coming up to brush over her lips. "Popuri is beautiful, and Kai and you are very handsome. I'm…not special Gray."

"But you are," I insisted, seeing her scowl at the words.

"I'm not. If I was…he wouldn't have left me for her."

My eyes widened at the words, and though her tone held no longing, no need for the bastard that would do that, the hurt and betrayal was still there. I was about to correct her when I saw the tears coming from her eyes, and I gawked at her, unsure of what to do.

"If…I was a little thinner here, and bigger here, and more curvy here," she muttered, touching her waist, chest and hips respectively. "Then… then I would be…"

"You are a stupid womon you know," I muttered out, smacking her hands away and pushing off the robe. "You are perfect, just as you are," I said more gently, my hand cupping her breast through the lingerie. "They are plenty big enough, the fit your frame lovely," I explained, bouncing the fleshy protrusion playfully in my hand before trailing my fingertips over the sheer material of the baby doll lingerie and pinching her waist teasingly. "And if you ask me, you could stand a little more thickness here. I often worry that I will break you."

"That…that isn't possible," she squeaked out, though I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. I chuckled and gripped both of her hips, pulling her closer to me and slipping them lower and under the hem of the lingerie and cupping her backside possessively.

"As for this area….I'm quiet partial to it as is." I nuzzled the top of her head when she gasped. "I think you are a verra beautiful womon. And you could do so much better than me," I added under my breath. It was the truth. I was not a romantic man, nor a properly affectionate one. Claire should be with someone who could love her the way she deserved to be loved. Someone that could hold her all the time and damn the world and everyone in it but her.

And yet she was in my arms- and as much as I believed that I selfishly held her to me.

"But I…"

"Quiet," I whispered huskily, fingers brushing over her soft hair. "I'll show you." After all I wasn't all that good with words.

I scooped up the woman, quickly sweeping her legs out from under her and carrying her to the bed, simply chuckling at the small squeal of protest as her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I took no time to cover her when I placed her on it, crawling over her and pushing her up the mattress as I placed opened mouth kisses on the hollow of her throat. I could hear her labored breath and feel her tiny hands pulling at my shirt as I pressed my forearms into the mattress.

I smirked against her skin as an idea occurred to me, and I quickly flipped us, letting her rest on top of me for a change. Plus it gave me the chance to admire the little bit of lace she wore. My hands gripped her thighs and slid under the white lace as I smirked up at her.

"I think it's a good time for this, don't you?" I licked my chapped lips when she looked down at me curiously. I chuckled some and shook my head, doing my best not to show any frustration. Claire was shy, I knew that. And I had to be patient to work with it.

I was about to help her along when I found her hands pinning my shoulders down, a certain gleam in her eye I hadn't ever noticed before. I furrowed my eyebrows and glanced up at her just as she shifted, straddling my hips and grinding against me. I let out a low groan as I watched her in her concentration.

She closed her eyes as her hands came down, unbuttoning my shirt and placing soft kisses on my collar bone and shoulder. I could feel her moving over me, her nimble fingers quickly and desperately unfastening buttons and the like. When I felt her hands tugging on my pants bucked up, quickly helping her in her enthusiasm in getting them off. The action resulted in me knocking her off balance and her tumbling over me, my face being buried in lace covered cleavage. Not that I minded.

I righted her as I kicked my pants the rest of the way off my legs, sitting up some to give her a chaste kiss. But it seemed Claire wasn't much in the mood for such things. In her frenzy to get me undressed I hadn't realized the look on her face, but now that I could see it I had the decency to flush under it.

I had never seen her look so needy, her eyes half lidded and a small pout on her swollen lips- I had never seen the woman so devoured with lust. And, though it shamed me to say, I liked it. Knowing she could desire me so much it did this to her.

I raised an eyebrow as she shifted again, unable to see what she was doing. But when she returned to straddle me and her hand gripped my length firmly, rubbing it over her entrance steadily I realized it had been to remove her panties. And just as that thought registered she plunged down on me, causing me to grunt in response and my head to roll back.

"Goddess," I muttered, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes of my own. I reached up as she began to move, snatching the top of the lingerie down to reveal her breast to me. I watched in fascination as the woman worked over me, finger tips grazing over the taunt tips of her bouncing breasts.

It didn't take long for her to drive my patience over the edge, and I found my hands gripping her waist, helping her with her pace and the force of her gyrations. I gritted my teeth when her breath caught, watching as she arched her back, her hair flying up behind her as she let out a long moan, her motions becoming stiff and still as her folds tightened around me.

I didn't wait for her to come down from her climax before I rolled her over, head buried in the side of her neck and fingers digging into her thighs, spreading her wide as I thrust frantically in her, knowing that my own release was coming. I felt a sheet of sweat on my forehead, and I could also feel Claire's fingers trailing over me mindlessly.

"Come on baby," her murmured words caught me off guard, as did the small nip on my ear. But the distraction wasn't enough to keep me from spilling into her. My lips pressed into a thin line as I groaned, hands gripping firmly into the sheets and letting out a quivery breath.

I breathed heavily as I finally released my grip on her legs, palms running over them apologetically as I shifted to my side. I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my breathing, fingers running over the side of her body lazily, playing with the bunched up lace at her waist. I grinned tiredly when I felt her hook her slender leg around my own, her hand resting on my bare chest.

"You are amazing," I whispered, somewhat groaning at the cliché phrase. "You don't seem the type of womon- to be so passionate. And I feel like a verra lucky mon, to be able to see this part of you- to know that I can see that womon in my arms."

"Gray…" she sat up some, her hair brushing over my chest as she shook her head. "Thank you. I… I feel the same- about you. Not many people know you like I do…"

"I donnae think anyone knows me like you do," I snorted, my eyes shutting sleepily. Though I did note that the woman stilled, my words evidently giving her something to think over. I felt her shift towards me, her lips pressing lightly against mine before she snuggled into the bed, her head resting on my shoulder.

Maybe Kai wasn't too horrible of an influence in my lover's life. Maybe…