She thought he was attractive? Surely this couldn't be happening, there was no mistaking the fact she was definitely flirting with him, and that sort of thing just didn't go on outside of pornography or teenage wet dreams - and yet here she was, her movements deliberate and obvious, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. He swallowed hard, wishing he could call upon the years of experience that apparently seem to have fled him in this moment.
"Well," he started awkwardly "There's a lot of things I'd like to do about it but none of them really seem appropriate."
The young clone's confusion really was amusing, and Astarte made no effort to help him, the smouldering look she was sending him surely enough to set his young heart all a-flutter.
"Such as?" She enquired with a curious cock of her head. "You can start by telling me I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen." She smiled cattily, leaning her head back to run a hand through silky blonde locks, every inch the goddess that she claimed to be.
"W-well I mean... yea... obviously..." he might be an awkward teenager now but he knows enough to know you do not tell a woman she isn't the most beautiful you've ever seen, especially when she was looking at you like that. Besides, it wasn't a difficult sentiment to agree with - she was stunning.
"B-but you're my boss, right? Isn't this... I mean," he cleared his throat, trying to summon some of his former composure "I'm pretty sure they say you're not supposed to flirt with your boss..."
"Then why don't you show me?" She observed idly, pouting slightly at the human's continuing reticence, arranging her delicate features into a look of faint disappointment.
"Does that really matter? We have a more liberal approach to natural desires here, now, come." She crooked a finger to beckon him over, simultaneously patting a spot on the couch next to her.
He was experienced enough to know this was pretty weird, what would a pretty woman like her want with a dorky teenager? But whatever this was, some kind of power trip or test or.. Well he didn't really have an explanation, maybe she had a thing for younger men, but he was full of enough hormones to not want to look this particular gift horse in the mouth, so when she invited him over to the couch he gave in and moved over to sit beside her, flashing what he hoped was a rogueish smile.
"I mean I'm glad you realise it's only natural, I mean, look at you..." he gestured to her with a nervous laugh "who could resist?"
"Who indeed?" She preened, running a hand through silky golden locks and tossing her head in such a way that said she thought the compliment entirely justified. Her blue eyes smouldering, she leaned in the moment he sat down, shifting sideways so that she was right up beside him, the air heady with her perfume and the slightest hint of potent alien pheromone.
"What more do you wish to tell me?" She asked, cocking her head as she reached over to run a feather light touch up his thigh.
"I...uh..." his head was swimming, he couldn't tell if it was just the strangeness of the situation or something in the air, but he was rapidly getting too dazed by it to really question too deeply, especially when the light brush of her fingers sent shivers of arousal through him. He shifted in his seat, rearranging his arms to try and hide his obviously growing arousal, looking up at her with dilated eyes.
"I...what do you want me to tell you? I'll tell you anything..." was that wrong? That was probably wrong, he shouldn't be offering himself up to her like this, but at the same time it felt like the right thing to do.
The effect that she had on him was simply too amusing, she was a goddess, and like all humans he was merely putty in her hands.
"Tell me anything? You mean to lie to me?" She asked with a falsely shocked tone, pouting a little at the thought although her blue eyes were full of laughter. Reaching over she took a hold of his arm, taking hold of it gently and guiding it over to rest on the warm skin of her thigh under her skirt.
"No I'd never lie to you," he hurried to correct himself, unable to really focus through the fog of his mind but knowing that he wanted to please her.
His gaze was drawn to her thigh where she'd moved his hand and he swallowed nervously, but his fingers automatically curled around the smooth skin beneath her skirt, squeezing slightly before sliding down towards the hem of her skirt, intent on slipping his fingers under the fabric.
"Good." She reached up to fondle his hair running her hand through it gently, then using the hold to gently pull him toward her, lips parting as she pressed them to his.
Astarte could see in his eyes that she had him already, the human's own hormones doing most of the work for her, hardly surprising given the extraordinary beauty of her host. Flexing her leg in such a way as to help move his hand upward she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth for a moment before she pulled back with a smile, daring him to do more.
Jack wasn't entirely sure what was going on, he definitely hadn't thought this morning that his day was going to reach a point where he was kissing a beautiful, older woman, hand halfway up her skirt and her movements only encouraging him to do more. When she pulled back to smile at him he smiled dazedly back before leaning in again, desperate for another kiss. His fingers crept teasingly up her leg, the fabric of her skirt bunching up around his wrist. He twisted his hand round to ghost lightly up her inner thigh, encouraging her to part her legs.
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Date: 2018-03-25 05:22 pm (UTC)She thought he was attractive? Surely this couldn't be happening, there was no mistaking the fact she was definitely flirting with him, and that sort of thing just didn't go on outside of pornography or teenage wet dreams - and yet here she was, her movements deliberate and obvious, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. He swallowed hard, wishing he could call upon the years of experience that apparently seem to have fled him in this moment.
"Well," he started awkwardly "There's a lot of things I'd like to do about it but none of them really seem appropriate."
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Date: 2018-03-31 08:04 am (UTC)"Such as?" She enquired with a curious cock of her head. "You can start by telling me I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen." She smiled cattily, leaning her head back to run a hand through silky blonde locks, every inch the goddess that she claimed to be.
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Date: 2018-03-31 03:56 pm (UTC)"W-well I mean... yea... obviously..." he might be an awkward teenager now but he knows enough to know you do not tell a woman she isn't the most beautiful you've ever seen, especially when she was looking at you like that. Besides, it wasn't a difficult sentiment to agree with - she was stunning.
"B-but you're my boss, right? Isn't this... I mean," he cleared his throat, trying to summon some of his former composure "I'm pretty sure they say you're not supposed to flirt with your boss..."
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Date: 2018-04-07 11:22 pm (UTC)"Does that really matter? We have a more liberal approach to natural desires here, now, come." She crooked a finger to beckon him over, simultaneously patting a spot on the couch next to her.
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Date: 2018-04-08 12:51 pm (UTC)He was experienced enough to know this was pretty weird, what would a pretty woman like her want with a dorky teenager? But whatever this was, some kind of power trip or test or.. Well he didn't really have an explanation, maybe she had a thing for younger men, but he was full of enough hormones to not want to look this particular gift horse in the mouth, so when she invited him over to the couch he gave in and moved over to sit beside her, flashing what he hoped was a rogueish smile.
"I mean I'm glad you realise it's only natural, I mean, look at you..." he gestured to her with a nervous laugh "who could resist?"
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Date: 2018-04-20 06:01 pm (UTC)"What more do you wish to tell me?" She asked, cocking her head as she reached over to run a feather light touch up his thigh.
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Date: 2018-05-01 08:05 am (UTC)"I...uh..." his head was swimming, he couldn't tell if it was just the strangeness of the situation or something in the air, but he was rapidly getting too dazed by it to really question too deeply, especially when the light brush of her fingers sent shivers of arousal through him. He shifted in his seat, rearranging his arms to try and hide his obviously growing arousal, looking up at her with dilated eyes.
"I...what do you want me to tell you? I'll tell you anything..." was that wrong? That was probably wrong, he shouldn't be offering himself up to her like this, but at the same time it felt like the right thing to do.
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Date: 2018-05-01 06:28 pm (UTC)"Tell me anything? You mean to lie to me?" She asked with a falsely shocked tone, pouting a little at the thought although her blue eyes were full of laughter. Reaching over she took a hold of his arm, taking hold of it gently and guiding it over to rest on the warm skin of her thigh under her skirt.
"Why don't you show me instead?
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Date: 2018-05-01 08:26 pm (UTC)"No I'd never lie to you," he hurried to correct himself, unable to really focus through the fog of his mind but knowing that he wanted to please her.
His gaze was drawn to her thigh where she'd moved his hand and he swallowed nervously, but his fingers automatically curled around the smooth skin beneath her skirt, squeezing slightly before sliding down towards the hem of her skirt, intent on slipping his fingers under the fabric.
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Date: 2018-05-01 09:12 pm (UTC)Astarte could see in his eyes that she had him already, the human's own hormones doing most of the work for her, hardly surprising given the extraordinary beauty of her host. Flexing her leg in such a way as to help move his hand upward she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth for a moment before she pulled back with a smile, daring him to do more.
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Date: 2018-05-02 02:16 pm (UTC)Jack wasn't entirely sure what was going on, he definitely hadn't thought this morning that his day was going to reach a point where he was kissing a beautiful, older woman, hand halfway up her skirt and her movements only encouraging him to do more. When she pulled back to smile at him he smiled dazedly back before leaning in again, desperate for another kiss. His fingers crept teasingly up her leg, the fabric of her skirt bunching up around his wrist. He twisted his hand round to ghost lightly up her inner thigh, encouraging her to part her legs.