Elysium VanDrilling was a wicked man, though one would have

never expected it.  In generality, he hadn't given himself

much time to think over his crimes.  A piercing glare into the

mirror at himself was the only thing he'd allow.  It wasn't

his fault, anyway, was it?
His apartment was shabby, to say the least.  He didn't need

anymore than a mattress to sleep on and food to eat.  He would

eat to live, not live to eat, and he would sleep when he

absolutely needed to, lending what free time he had between

classes to reading.  To writing.  To broadening what horizons

he did have, quickly shortening them to the logical end.
But that was weeks before.
He was now clipped wings.  No more classes, no more books to

read.  Stuck inside a home with a woman he had only known for

a few short moments before.  He didn't struggle to accept the

concept, at the very least she seemed to be a pretty and young

elf who happened to know how to cook.  He had gotten to know

her, actually spent some interest in her.  Bought her clothes,

food, took care of her when given the oppurtunity.
His former self wouldn't believe he would actually give a -

damn- about another person.  He never would have wanted to.

Children weren't what he wanted, a wife wasn't what he wanted,

a family was useless to a career man like him.  He was

indifferent of what attempted seducing he recieved from his

coworkers, his students, and even though this woman didn't

seem to be putting an effort into seducing him he was falling

into some sort of trap.
He glanced at her from across the table, hands held together

in scrunched fists.  His glasses falling to the end of his

rather flat nose, his lips curled into an odd obnoxious smile

that could only be considered a foxish grin.  She was eating,

and he was watching her.  Noodles, or something.  He hadn't

taken the time to even look at what she was eating, but he

would spend enough time looking at her eyes and her lips that

he could write out the exact coordinates of every detail.  Her

lipstick, her eyeliner, her eyelashes.  she kept up in

appearance, even in this situation.
"What's wrong?"
He broke out of the trance she had put him in.
"Nothing."  His hand picked up the chopsticks, gloved fingers

moving along the lacquered surface.
His eyes narrowed.  Her voice seemed different somehow than

the first time he met her.  At Kiel's gathering she seemed

so...persumptious.  So rude.  He had wanted to show her off,

to just as rudely tell her to get bent, but somehow he

replaced that invision of a woman with one that was actually

one worth respecting.
Finally, the man spoke up.
"I will be leaving to destroy Kiel in a week's time.  If I

don't make it back, I wouldn't move from here.  It's safe

here."
The food before him was beginning to grow cold.  Sticking the

chopsticks into the noodles, he twisted them around and around

with a thin frown on his face.
The woman stared at him, momentairly silence between the both

of them.
"Miss Claire..."
He set the chopsticks down and then stood up to move closer to

her.  He set a hand on her shoulder.
"Elysium, you don't have to call me that.  Just Claire is

fine."
Her hand touched his face, sending shivers up his spine.  He

had expected a slap, but only found a soft touch set him at

unease.  This woman had completely changed in his eyes, she

might as well been another woman.
He fell closer to her body, mouth ajar.  She took this

oppurtunity to kiss him.  He pulled away and wiped at his

mouth, shocked.  She was in control of this situation, wasn't

she?
"Elysium, I'm sorry...I just...did it, you know?"  Claire

smiled at him, "I hope it doesn't change anything."
The man shook his head, hand still on his mouth, "No, it's

fine.  Is it...alright if I continue?"
"Continue...?"
And that's what he did - he leaned in and kissed her, hands

moving to her shoulders to press her closer to him.  His grip

wasn't strong, but she moved with him.  His lips burnt to hers

- and he wasn't stopping anytime soon.
His lips moved to her jaw line, kissing up to her long,

pointed ears.  He tucked back some of her red hair, tongue

running along her earlobe.
"Elysium!"  Her voice shook.  "What are you...doing?"
"It could be my last week alive, so I've decided to take what

I've always wanted to.  I hope that's fine with you."  His

voice, dull but with a touch of energy in it, was just like

himself. "No regrets."
"Then let me help you."  Claire grinned, reaching behind

herself to unzip her dress.  "It always takes men -forever- to

figure out how to unzip my dress."
Elysium gave her a puzzled stare, "I'm one of the smartest men

in the Kiel Corporation and you doubt my ability to take off

your clothes?"
"I'm just making it easier for you."
"Then I'll take that as a 'yes' to my previous question."  His

hands pulled at the arms of her dress, pulling it off her

chest.  Up and over her head.
Her chest heaved for breath...as did Elysium's.  Staring at

her breasts pressed up by her bra, his hands magnetized

towards the supple flesh.  Soft, the fabric lacey.
Claire couldn't help but burst out laughing, "It feels weird."
Elysium looked up to her, quirking an eyebrow, not sure what

she was referring to.  Had he touched her wrong?  Was it him

or her?
"Your gloves."
He had completely forgotten about his gloves.  Claire's dainty

hands pulled off his gloves, her eyes not even noticing the

scars littering both of them.  He was relieved to feel air

against his skin, though worried the sight of the scars would

scare her off.
His hands reached behind her to tug at her bra, trying to

unhook it.  The woman would laugh at his feeble attempts until

finally mumbled out, "It hooks in the front, Elysium."
The man had to take a few seconds to gather his efforts and

finally unhook the woman's bra.  Her hands cupped his as he

carefully did so.
She wasn't a particularly large woman in the sense of breasts.

 Two mounds, never mind the size, would capture his eyes.  His

hands took them into his palm, the pinker nipples between his

index and middle fingers.
Claire's lips were poised ajar, heaving for breath as the man

continued his touching.  He leaned forward, kissing her

collarbone and moving down to take one of her nipples between

his lips.
"Ely-"  Her voice was rushed and worried, quickly snapping

shut as his tongue lapped at her nipple.  She leaned back as

he pushed her, his mouth greedily sucking on her breast..
It had been forever since she felt the touch of a man, and she wouldn't argue with Ely's.  As he continued his assault on her chest, she squirmed and tried to keep herself quiet.  She tried to slow herself down but finally, her hand shook as she reached to her hips to inch at her panties.  Elysium, unsettled by the movement, looked up to her, eyes following down her body to her hand, to her panties.
His own hands reached down but were stopped by Claire's.
"This isn't very fair, is it?"  The woman smiled at him.
"What isn't?"
"Well, maybe we should take off..." She pulled his turtleneck over his head.  "These."  And began to undo his belt.
Elysium didn't seem to mind showing off the skin.  Though as she undid his belt and began to pull off his jeans, he quickly became shy.  The only way he'd get over it is if he dived right in, right?  Might as well...
His fingers lerched forward and pressed against the outside of her panties.  She was damp, and the smell was driving him mad, driving him forward.  She seemed to jump at the touch but ease into it, not minding as his fingers probbed deeper.