You were walking around Sevika's office, letting your fingers drag against the wood scarred wall, humming as Sevika worked. Coin sitting on her table in front of her, she would occasionally pick up a coin, then write down something on a paper.

You were bored, so you walked over to her table, leaning against it across from her, looking at her then to the coin in front of her, "your good with numbers," you said, smiling when she rose her eyes to look at you.

"You think," she said, making you nod and hum, "I wish I could think as quick as you," you chuckled, standing up and walking around the table to her. Her warm hand for some reason reached out and slid to the back of your thigh, making you put you hands on her shoulder, taking the space between her legs. Smiling down at her then she spoke softly, voice raspy, "I like your mind just the way it is."

You smiled and bit you lower lip, "don't say that," then dragged your hand to her cheek when she stood up. Her hand dropping from your thigh, but went to your waist, it was obvious what you both wanted.

But she pulled away as if she remembered something, letting her hand drop from your waist, "I could you be your mother," she laughed softly, seemingly trying to hide the desire that hid under her laugh, clearing her throat lightly.

You frown, hand still on her cheek, "but your not," you whispered trying to look into her eyes, and she pulled her face from your hand, gently taking it away. "But I could be," she hums, a small smile only you were able to see, her eyes held the same want you had, holding you wrist gently as if you were fragile. A bit disappointed, you cup her cheek with your other hand, your tone a sultry whisper, "But your not," before pulling her to your lips where she gasped lightly, but kissed back, cupping the back of you neck, her other hand on your waist.