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Climbing up the stairs was a risk. Calculated, but you still tugged the thick fur coat tighter around you, forcing it to hug your body… and you took the last few steps double-at-a-time, just in case.
Thankfully, there were no hoots, or low whistles from any potential up-lookers on busy dancefloor below, and you were grateful.
Because there was only one reaction you wanted, and nerves faded as the grin spread across your face, when you thought of the expression he would have when he realized you came in a coat and heels…
And only, a coat and heels.
Knocking wasn’t really required anymore, not for you. Though, you still tilted your ear close to the door to listen for any undesired second-party. Sevika would be a mortifying possibility, since she could see through any attempt at a poker-face, and you’d turn right back around if you heard Jinx spending time with her father.
Cold or not, you’d march straight back home if either were the case.
Only the sounds of pen scratching on paper in a curt, sharp pace was heard. And after letting out a small, sharp breath to calm any remaining nerves at what could be one of your more embarrassing ideas, you opened the door, walked in, and-
“I’m busy.”
The door closed behind you, and you blinked at the sound, and at Silco. Who didn’t even look up… who wasn’t even wearing makeup.
You’d seen Silco without it before, but the sight still halted you more than his sharp two-word greeting did. The scars, dark and striking in the pale evening-lighting gave his face a more severe and yet vulnerable look - this wasn’t a sight permitted for many, and it stunned you that he allowed you to see this.
But then his red and teal gaze snapped up to glare, and fix you with a look you imagined everyone had been victim to. “I’m busy,” He said, low and stressing the word in a way that made you shiver - even though it was warmer than it was outside.
“I heard you,” You confirmed, reaching back to silently flicked the lock to avoid visitors, before your heels clicked on the wooden floor as you stepped forward towards him. A small smile crossed your freshly-painted lips, and your fingers came up to brush the clasps of your coat as you stepped closer, “However… I thought that, perhaps, you wouldn’t mind a break-”
“If I want something, it would be here when I require it,” Silco says, voice frosty enough that you’re chilled into standing in place, frozen. “I don’t recall requesting your presence, nor do I require it… you may leave.”
Silco always had a way with words - and you knew full-well that that ‘may’ was actually a 'will.’
“What happened?” You said, frowning as you stepped forward, not so much prowling seductively as it was to see what was the matter with the man. “Is there anything I can do-?”
“Yes, you can find the door,” Silco snapped hotly, pen held tight between white-knuckled fingers. Your gaze darts from it, back to his gaze… one heartbeat. Then a second, third passes, before that burning iron in his gaze softened, more like hot-stones, but an improvement nonetheless.
“Is… is it the trades? Poor profits?”
“Worse - a business-meeting.”
The pen makes an audible click when Silco sets it down, before he lets out a long-sigh as he reaches up, cradling his forehead with his fingers as a migraine announced it’s arrival inside his head. “Short-notice, as well… if it wasn’t something that could directly provide consequence to your other guesses, I’d be insulted it was even brought to my attention. Alas, it does require it.”
“Oh,” You breathed, trying not to feel disappointed… it was no secret the Eye not only watched all, but usually had hand in-all that occurred in Zaun. A full-schedule wasn’t, shouldn’t be much of a surprise…
Still, as you tugged the coat tight enough around you that it squeezed at the round of your bare hips, you really, really weren’t looking forward to going back in the chilly night-air. “So… you really want me to go?”
The question, meant to be casual but coming out wary, caused the glowing-ember of an obsidian eye to flick between the gaps of fingers, looking at you. Again, there was a softening when he gazed as you - stone to a weaker-copper, perhaps. “Not my preference… not at all, but a necessity,” Silco did sound apologetic, and firm in his more gentle dismissal, but you still felt a bit sluggish as you stepped back from the desk, dejected.
And then stepped to the side, walking around the desk towards him. There’s a fiery-spark of irritation in both eyes at the clear disobedience, the green and the red, but only the green widens when your hand reached out, pressing and kneading at his shoulder gently.
Silco didn’t so much soften as well as he melted at your touch, and it was only thanks to practice that you didn’t immediately smile or chuckle at the sight of Silco, Eye and unofficial King of the Undercity, practically reduced to a puddle by a massaging of one shoulder - not even both.
“I hope it goes by quick, smoothly…”
“Doubtful… but your words and well-wishes are appreciated.” So was your touch, you noted, as his remaining eye faltered shut and there was the faintest hum from his chest. It was a pity to have to pull away, but, slowly retracting and dragging your fingers, you made to move back… but out of habit or some touch-starved instinct, Silco’s fingers snapped up to curl around your wrist.
More specifically, curling around the sleeve covering your wrist.
And that, combined with the step you had taken back and away from him, triggered a two-step chain-reaction that led to your completely bare shoulder bare to see. Which, honestly, wouldn’t be so scandalous… except your face immediately heated up to the point of burning, and you scrambled to step back and fix your sleeve.
Obviously, this caught the Eye’s attention.
“Is something the matter?” Silco say in an innocent tone that immediately put you on edge. “You look… ruffled.” His index finger unfurled around your wrist, and shifted slightly in order to stroke the fur of your coat in emphasis, though his eyes never left yours.
“Just… it’s chilly-” “I have a thicker coat you can borrow, then. Though, I imagined the one you wear now had it’s uses.”
Your breath, and whatever hope you had of replying, shudders in time with his fingers dragging in order to skim between the line of clothing and skin - his fingers scorched as much as your face burned, but his eyes were the worst of it. Impassive, carefully neutral, yet they were quickly melting you in place.
“Perhaps you should take this one off, dear,” He mused quietly. You weren’t surprise he had put two & two together, coming up with the fact that you weren’t subtle, but it still sent an embarrassed flush to your already blushing-dark cheeks.
“I-i… I wouldn’t want to bother, you seem busy-”
“I have time. Take it off.”
Compliance, unfortunately, was a skill you possessed that Silco loved to use to the fullest extent. He didn’t even have to use a commanding voice with the order - the man simply had to look at you, and say it so casually, that you didn’t realize your hands were already pulling the fold of your coat apart until there was a silent, but sharp inhale from the kingpin watching.
He’s, obviously, seen you nude before. Probably memorized everything there was to see, but the two-colored gaze still dropped to rove over the skin you were exposing as you slowly peeled the coat from your form - stopping when it was just-barely off your shoulders.
Not because Silco ordered you to, but the subtle flexing of his throat when he swallowed dry at the sight, was enough to stop you still.
“… this is a surprise.”
“If I known you were busy, I wouldn’t have-”
“Where did you put the rest of your clothes?”
Someone probably could cook an omelet on your forehead, your face never blushed so hard as you whispered, “I… there wasn’t any. I came here like this.”
A thoughtful hum breaks the too-long pause, and he stands. Your hands fall limp at your sides at the first step he makes towards you, and it only takes another step before his own hands come up, long fingers replacing yours on the hem of your coat. “You seem quite mortified for someone who planned this well in-advance,” He comments in a conversational tone, all the while you’re struggling jot to tremble as his knuckles graze your skin, and the coat is ushered further, and further down from your body…
“Though,” Warm breath tickles at your hairline - it’s somehow hotter than your body has become. “I fail to see why you have any reason to be embarrassed… and I am seeing much.”
The coat crumbles to the ground in a heap around your ankles, and palms are quick to replace it along your body.
Searing, burning palms that graze with biting nails - you’re left gasping, but not long on air. His mouth comes up quick to replace oxygen, and even quicker to mute your squeal when his fingers find your ass as squeeze.
“You walked through the Lanes, with so much as a stitch beneath a flimsy coat. How filthy,” He snarls into your mouth with a wolfish grin, one that would have your legs weak if… they suddenly weren’t off the ground.
“Silco-” You gasped, legs wrapping around his waist as you were lifted, tucking your head against his shoulder with another surprise squeak as his nails digged-in your skin, before he propped you atop the desk.
“Your meeting-” “Can wait,” Murmuring quietly against the shell of your ear, his faint chuckle seemed to echo in your head when you whimpered. His hands seemed eager to map out skin he already knew by-heart, palm coming up to cup your chest and knead, while long fingers took time to trace down every vertebrae of your spine. “Patience can be mastered, and perhaps this could be considered a first-lesson for my business partner. It can wait.”
Silco, however, could not.
This is proven by how quickly, and smoothing, his hand comes to trace around your hip, and begin to dip between your thighs. This earns another shaking rasp, one that is soothed to a whimper with a kiss along your jawline, as his fingers dip and start to tease along your already wet slit-
There’s a knock.
One that makes you jump, and start to slip from the desk, but both Silco’s arm around your waist, and the finger dipping between to graze along your clit, forces you to remain against him as he growls, “What?”
“He’s here,” Sevika’s voice drawls, clearly bored and a bit miffed at being interrupted from her card-game downstairs. Considering what you’re doing now, you can sympathize. “Not looking happy about waiting either…”
“A pity.” Silco’s quiet words indeed make you sympathize with Sevika’s plight of being taken from her source of enjoyment, as you imagine you’re about to be in the same boat. You can’t fault him from it, but as you go to creep away, you can’t help but feel a spark of dejection-
A spark, that erupts into flame when he pushes his finger through your folds, curling into your pussy. Only to the first knuckle, but it’s enough to make you understand that it’s not a pity you have to leave - but that his business meeting is going to be very, very delayed.
Silco’s unyielding and fiery gaze, fingers slowly beginning to pump in, out of your tight wetness, and his next words, were enough to make you whimper again as heat flashed through you:
“Tell him I’m busy.”