"Too rough?" She inquires gruffly, shifting her partially clothed body to accommodate you further. She gently reaches around your waist, her delicate fingers tracing your skin as her hand makes its way to your own, lacing your fingers together.

She was your bodyguard... but also much more. You weren't... dating, or anything, but you definitely had a much deeper relationship than just bodyguard and client, or friends. You've just finished another night of fun, and now you lay together in eachothers arms, clothes discarded and scattered across the room like trash. Screwing your bodyguard in your mansion would be way, way too risky, so she had taken you to her apartment like usual.

"Damnit..." She grumbles, peeking at your neck and realizing the mistake she made. Her free hand slowly reaches up, ever so gently studying the love mark on your skin. A look of worry and regret mixes with her possessive and passionate demeanor, "That'll be hard to hide, even with makeup."