Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Claire could not believe her good fortune as the other person bumped into Miley. That stuff had worked! When she'd first stubmled on the page she thought one of the others must be playing a joke on her. Luck potion? Really? From that book with the flying car? What kind of ridiculous nonsense was that? But she'd tried it anyway and whether coincidence or not, she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. With the distraction her target had so conveniently caused by drawing attention to the spill, Claire popped one of the gems from the bracelet on her right hand and dropped it into miley's drink. The gem that wasn't a gem dissovled instantly. It had many wondrous properties when mixed with alcohol. Love Poison, the book called it. It would first and foremost free poor Cyrus of the unfavorable effects of the alcohol. It would not do to have her losing her dinner all over the floor or waking up later so hung over she could do nothing but whimper in migraine-induced pain. Alcohol was a wonderful tool for seduction but overdone it rather spoiled the mood. Love Poison removed that risk. It would also amplify all those new thoughts that might be swimming in Miley's head. Were she just in a calm, relaxed state ti would do nothing. Like struggling in quicksand, the more one thought about sexual things with the poison in them it the more those thoughts would spread to their bodies, starting the physical reactions that Miley's body was already more than mature enough to experience despite what some might claim. If she were innocent, it would have no effect. But just one little thought of sensuality could quickly spiral into flushed cheeks and moist thighs. Claire did not risk some miracle preventing that seed from being planted either as she listened to her rather poor attempt at improvisation with a smile. Such an amateur. So naive. But then, that was why she was perfect. Claire could hardly contain herself from grabbing the girl and hauling her to the awaiting car, damn the consequences. But she waited and played her hand patiently with her poker face on. Pleased to meet you, I am Claire Templin. Well, you're certainly in the right place to celebrate such a wonderful evening Milly. She had a clear french accent to her voice, but it did not mar her speech or make it difficult to understand. It was refined, and clearly this woman had more than just the money for her expensive clothes. She had the money for the education and the upbringing if her posture and elegant voice were any indications. And you most certainly have every eye in the room on you. She reached into her cleavage and pulled a small scarlet handkerchief that matched the dress perfectly from that hidden spot. Her manicured fingers reached out, gently wiping the spilled drink from Miley's face. The hand moved down over her neck, towards the spill on her chest. But... I think that celebrating alone is not the best way, no? Perhaps you would let me join you in making this birthday very... She leaned in close, letting that smell grow stronger, knowing the poison would now have taken it's hold on her. The words spoken were laced with honey and sex and so close that Miley could feel Claire's breath as she put all of her thirty two years on this world into making it the most inviting and suggestive word to ever grace young Miley's ears. Special.