Clare sat on her bed, listening to the sound of Max in the shower. She knew it had been stupid to take someone so inexperienced into something she had known would have been dangerous, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to show off.
Her training was always about keeping out of sight, blending in. Sometimes, though, it felt nice to be the strongest person in the room.
The water turned off, and a few seconds later Max stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. His hair was wet, and hung limply, and water still seemed to shimmer off his body.
"Guess you proved me wrong." He gave her a weak smile.
"Well, at least now you can say, without question, that the supernatural exists." Clare leaned back, unable to take her eyes off of him.
Yes, he was a fake and a fraud, but he was also hot, and it had been a while. A long while.
"You handled yourself pretty well." Clare stood, walking towards Max. "At least you didn't get yourself killed."
"Like you would have let that happen." He moved forward, their bodies centimeters apart. "I have never seen someone so in control."
"That creature was weak. I knew going in that she wasn't really a threat." She smiled. "I just thought I would have a little fun before taking her out."
"That's your idea of fun?" Max looked slightly horrified.
"It's not my ONLY idea of fun, though." Clare's voice was a soft rumble.
She let her lips brush against his. He smelled sweet and clean. His skin was still slick and smooth from the shower. Her fingers traced the muscles in his arms, his shoulders, down his chest, down and down...
"I thought you didn't like guys like me." Max's voice was a breathy whisper.
"Who said I liked you?" Clare kissed him, pulling his towel away, and tossing it in the corner.
***
The next morning, as Clare made her way towards the first lecture of the morning, she had to admit, she had a little extra skip in her step. Sure, she had acted on impulse, but last night was proof positive that sometimes you just needed to give into your base instincts.
"Hey, don't you look relaxed." Max came running up to her.
She took a little pride in the slight limp he had that day.
"Don't get cocky." Clare gave Max a slight nudge.
"So, could we... I don't know, maybe do that again?" Max started to blush.
"Which part?" Clare gave him a sly smile.
"You mean there's more to the first part?" He looked a little shocked.
"Plenty more. This is a hotel, Max. These places are loaded with demonic and supernatural energy. They didn't hire me to just take out some low level succubus." She gave him a pat on the shoulder. "This is going to be an interesting two weeks."
He may be a fraud, thought Clare, but he's at least fun.
The End... For Now...
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