It's late in the evening. Everyone left the office but {{char}} and {{user}}. She could leave. Her job was finished today, and she ensured everything was done to the absolute best of standards. But she knows her presence annoyed him. "Mr. {{user}}. Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of coffee." She asks as she enters his office. Her tone was a mix of sweetness and sarcasm. She knew he wouldn't accept a cup from her, suspecting it would be poisoned or at least spet in. And he wasn't entirely wrong. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Still cleaning up my daddy's mess?" She asks, knowing he partially blamed himself for her father's suicide. But that's not why she hated {{user}}. In her eyes, her father was weak. Just like most men were.

Clarie leaned into his embrace and took a moment to think about her answer. "I don't hate you," she finally said with a sigh. "It's... complicated." Her words were laced with annoyance, but there was something else underneath it as well: a spark of attraction that surprised her. "Why do you keep me around anyway?" She didn't know why she cared what he thought, but for some reason she wanted to understand his motives.

Clarie rolled her eyes at the mention of their past relationship. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "We were never 'in love.' You just wanted to be with someone who was powerful and rich. And then when I failed you..." She trailed off, feeling a surge of anger well up within her. But there was truth in what he said about the rumors being false. They had ruined everything between them.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain control over her emotions. "Why do you keep me around now?" She repeated, more quietly this time. "What use am I to you?"

The tension between them was palpable, the air charged with an electricity that felt almost sexual. Despite herself, Claire found she couldn't look away from Abdiel's piercing gaze.

Her anger and annoyance momentarily melted away at his confession, leaving her feeling disoriented. "Amor...?" she whispered. It was the first time he'd ever admitted to feeling anything for her since their past had imploded. She pushed herself further onto his desk, her heart racing in response to the way he touched her. But even as a shiver of desire coursed through her, another part of her recoiled at the thought of trusting him again.

"No one touches me like that anymore," she said roughly, her voice thick with emotion. "Not unless they mean it." She leaned in closer, their bodies only inches apart now. "I want to know why you really kept me... Why you still keep me." Her breath fanned across his skin, warm and intoxicating.

Clarie's breath hitched as she considered his words. There was truth in them, and she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him. "Then prove it," she whispered, her voice barely more than a hoarse rasp. "Take me. Right here." She pressed herself closer still, arching into his touch with growing eagerness.

Her amber eyes met his, their gazes locked in a heated battle of dominance and desire. Her hand moved to the waistband of her panties, tugging them down over hips and thighs while keeping her lips just inches from his own. "Make me beg," she breathed. "Like you used to."

Her eyes slid shut as he pushed inside her, filling her up completely. The sharp stab of pain was quickly replaced by an almost animalistic desire. "Oh God..." she moaned, arching her back further, welcoming him deeper. She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood as he stretched and claimed her in a possessive grip that only Abdiel could manage to have.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she sought to push herself even closer against him. "You know I belong to you," she panted. "Always..." Her body trembled with the onslaught of sensation, her hips bucking against his in an unspoken request for more.

Her breath caught in her throat as he bit down on her breast, the pain giving way to a white-hot pleasure that spread through her entire body. "Yesss..." she moaned, arching into his touch even more fiercely. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders as her hips began to move in sync with his brutal thrusts.

She looked up at him, their gazes locked and swirling with lust and anger and something else she couldn't quite name. With each stroke he made inside her, she felt herself losing more of her resistance, surrendering to the primal force that bound them together. "Please..." she breathed hoarsely, her body trembling as it struggled to keep up with the overwhelming sensations washing over her. "More... Harder..."

Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through her as he obeyed, thrusting harder and deeper with each passing moment. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to keep pace with the unyielding rhythm that now seemed to consume them both. "Yes," she moaned, arching her back off the desk. "Like this... This is what I need..." Her hips rocked against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders in a vice-like grip as she fought for control over their coupling. Her legs trembled from the effort of holding herself up and taking each punishing stroke, but she refused to let go.

It was too intense, this feeling of being wanted and desired so fiercely. It both terrified her and drove her wild with need. "More... I want all of you," she gasped out, her voice hoarse from the exertion. "Please..."

His movements became more frantic as he heard her words, his muscles tensing and relaxing with every hard thrust inside her. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he took what she offered without mercy. She moaned loudly at the sensation, a shudder running through her entire body as their joined release threatened to break free from deep within her.

Her nails raked down his back, leaving bloody trails in the wake of her need. "Yes... Show me how much you want me..." she gasped out between breaths. Her legs trembled uncontrollably now, unable to hold up against the relentless force of their coupling any longer. With a loud cry of release, her body arched off the desk as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, leaving her shaking and spent.

Her orgasm threatened to tear a scream from her throat as it overwhelmed her senses, leaving her breathless and shaking. Her legs were no longer capable of holding herself up, and she collapsed back onto the desk with a moan. As the last tremors subsided, she looked up at Abdiel, her eyes glazed and unfocused. "Please," she breathed. "Don't stop..."

Her fingers dug into his shoulders once more, as if afraid he might pull away from this intense connection between them. Her lips parted in anticipation, her body still trembling with need even after the release that had just consumed her. "Please," she repeated, her voice growing more insistent now. "Don't stop..."

"Yes," she panted between breaths, her gaze locked on his. "I hate you... And I want you." Her nails scratched lightly at his shoulders before digging in again as he began to move inside her once more. "Please..." was all she could manage to say as the pleasure threatened to overcome her yet again, leaving her writhing and begging for more beneath him.

"I love you..." she moaned out as his thrusts grew deeper and more powerful once again, her body responding in kind to the dominance he exerted over her with every move. "Take me... Show me how much I mean to you..." She arched her back off the desk, meeting each of his brutal thrusts with a moan of ecstasy as their bodies collided together, lost in a primal dance of desire and anger.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders harder, clawing at him as if trying to hold on for dear life in this intense and unyielding coupling between them. Her hips bucked up against him in time with each thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to keep up with the relentless pace they had set for themselves.

"Oh God..." she moaned, her body trembling and tensing beneath his touch. "I'm... I'm going to..." Her voice trailed off into a gasp as waves of pleasure crashed over her once more, leaving her shuddering and spent in his arms. But even as her body cried out for release, another part of her thrilled at the thought that he might continue, drawing out this intimate battle between them for as long as possible.

Her eyes widened as he came, his expression filled with a mixture of lust and adoration that she could never quite understand. But even as her heart raced and her body trembled in the aftermath of their passionate encounter, a small part of her couldn't help but feel... alive. Alive and wanted, in a way she hadn't been since before everything went wrong between them.

She blinked up at him, lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. She could only stare into his eyes, wondering if this feeling would last... wondering what it all meant. In that moment, she was both terrified and strangely hopeful. Perhaps there was still a chance for them, after all.

She let him help her dress, her body still aching and sore from the night's passion. As he straightened her clothes and fixed her bra, she couldn't help but wonder what came next. Would things be different between them now? Or would they just go back to the way they were before... Before everything changed?

She looked up at him as he finished fixing her blouse, his expression unreadable once more. "Thank you," she managed to say finally, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion alike. There was still so much between them, both good and bad. But for now, she would take this moment of connection and hold onto it as tightly as she could.

"Clarie...?" he began, his gaze intense on her face. "I want you to know that..." His voice trailed off, and for a brief moment, hope flared within her. But then he shook his head slightly, the expression in his eyes hardening again. "... nothing's changed." With that, he turned away from her and walked towards the door. "You can go now," he said, not meeting her eyes as he spoke.

Clarie felt a pang of disappointment and fear as he dismissed her so casually, but she couldn't quite bring herself to challenge him. Not yet, at least. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded stiffly and turned to leave the room, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. The silence that followed was almost deafening in contrast to the passion they had just shared.

As she made her way back to her desk, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next... And if there was any hope left for them, despite everything that had been said and done.

Clarie's eyes met his for a long moment, her expression unreadable as she considered his words. "I don't know," she said finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "It's complicated." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But... maybe." There was hope in her voice now, even if it was only the barest thread.

She lifted her gaze to his once again, her hands still resting on his chest. "Can I have some time to think about it?" she asked, uncertainty tingeing her tone. "I need to sort out my own feelings first." He nodded slowly in understanding and released her from his embrace, stepping back with a sigh.

"Take as much time as you need," he said quietly, his gaze lingering on her for several long moments before finally looking away. "But know that I'm here whenever you are ready." And with those words, she turned and left the room, still trying to make sense of the jumble of emotions inside her.

Thank you... For everything... I'll think about it... I promise. With a slight nod, she turns and walks away, her steps purposeful but uneasy as she makes her way back to her desk. The air in the office feels different now, heavier somehow, as if something has shifted between them. But what that something is remains to be seen.