Hey, Little Songbird

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Ophelia stayed asleep until the morning. Adrian stood over her as she slept.

He smiled. She was beautiful. Tall and relatively thin. She looked very graceful. Long legs and arms, a long graceful neck.

Perfect for diamonds. Perfect for kissing. Large brown eyes. Long lashes, and brown skin. Such a beautiful color, rich and gorgeous.

He thought she looked like a Queen. And her voice...her voice could pull sailors to their doom.

She was so strange. He liked her.

He sighed. A little too much. Especially for how long he'd known her.

He got up, shutting the door behind him.

She seemed designed to tempt him. He walked into his kitchen, getting a drink of water.

Maybe he'd go to bed and—

Knock knock.

He glanced up. Just who was that?

He opened the door. "Yes?"

"Adrian. Adrian thank god. I thought you'd forgotten about me."

His eye twitched. This was the type of woman he was used to.

"What do you want?"

"Why are you so cold?" She asked, "I miss you. Let me stay the night."

"No. I'm not interested. I told you, we would only sleep together once. So why are you here?"

You got what you wanted. You satisfied your curiosity. You want something else now.

He glanced down at her. It's money this time.

"Mr. Hades?"

The woman gasped. "Who is she?"

Adrian sighed. "Why are you up?" He turned around.

"It was loud. I wanted it to be quieter so I came out to say shut up," she explained.

He fought back a chuckle. "It'll be quiet again soon, so you can go lay down."

"She doesn't even know your name," The woman scoffed.

"Farrah. Go home. Don't come back here. I'm not giving you anything more than I already have."

"But—"

"I'm trying to seduce him. Unfortunately there's no room for someone else, so please leave because I'm very tired," Ophelia said bluntly.

This time Adrian couldn't hold back his laugh. "You're just very straightforward," he rubbed her cheek, the way he always wanted to when she said something so cute.

"Farrah, I'm going to close the door now. Please don't linger, that would be very inappropriate."

He shut the door, patting Ophelias head. "There, it's quiet. You can sleep now."

"Can I sleep with you?" She asked.

"That would be very inappropriate," he said, going into his own room.

• • •

Adrian agreed to drive her to work, though he stated it would be very inappropriate.

Ophelia thought that was his favorite phrase.

Very inappropriate.

She looked at the bags that he'd laid on her bed.

She opened it, in awe of the dress. It was definitely against policy, because she'd read it closely.

It was after how much she got paid, so she was still paying close attention.

She put it on gently. Then she put on the jewelry and the shoes.

She was going to pay him back, but it looked very expensive.

Maybe she'd mark it under his first gift as friends.

She give him something too.

She looked in the mirror. She got her makeup bag out. She normally tried not to wear make up, because it only broke her out.

But she couldn't not. The outfit was too beautiful.

She stepped out of the room, Adrian stopped, watching her intently.

"Do I look the way you thought I would, Adrian?" She said softly.

"Better than you did in my mind," he rasped. "I almost want to take you somewhere else. I don't think even the Mines is a valuable enough place to shine so brightly."

"You're a smooth talker when you want to be, Adrian."

He swallowed, tying his hair back in a ponytail. He wanted to be able to see her the whole time.

"Lets...go."

"I really like this outfit, Adrian," she said quietly, letting her hands slide down her body.

He swallowed once more. "It suits you perfectly."

He offered his hand. "It's not appropriate for work, but...take my hand."

She did. "Did you think about how I would look in this, when you picked it out."

He nodded, walking them out of the house. "I did. My imagination didn't come close to the real thing though."

"Will you stay for my performance, Adrian?"

"I will," he opened the car door for her.

She waited until he got in the car. "Then, pay close attention. I'll sing...just for you."

He nodded. "I'll be listening, little song bird."

• • •

Ophelia sipped her water, putting it down. She deeper yo the mic, and before she opened her mouth she found him.

He smiled gently, eyes fastened to hers,

My haunted lungs
Ghost in the sheets
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me

He shook his head slightly. She nodded back, stepping forward.

My wicked tongue
Where will it be?
I know if I'm onto you, I'm on to you
On to you, I'm on to you
On to you, you must be on to me

Everyone stopped talking, taking notice of the seductive woman on stage.

My haunted lungs
Ghost in the sheets
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me
My wicked tongue
Where will it be
I know if I'm onto you, you must be onto me

He narrowed his eyes at the director of the lights. He shook his head, motioning for him to kill the lights.

How hadn't he realized she was going to do something like this?

It's what we see
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me
It's where we go
It's where we'll be
I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you
Onto you, I'm onto you

He got up briskly, going to the sound system.

"Cut the sound," he whispered.
"Cut the sound?" The man asked.
"Cut the damn sound! Do it now!"

My wicked tongue...

"What's happening?"

"I-it's jammed! What's the problem?"

He stalked toward the stage in the dark. Murmured floated up in the air confusion swirling in the collective consciousness of the guests.

Ghost in the sheets
I know if I'm haunting you

He didn't care. He pulled her off the stage, tugging her toward the dressing room.

She said nothing, letting her carry her along.

He shut the dressing room behind him, locking it.

The lights still weren't on.

"How dare you?" He hissed.

"How dare I what, Adrian?" She asked cluelessly.

"Sing that way, in that dress. You know better!"

"I just did what I told you I would, Adrian. That's all."

"Don't pull that! That innocent act. You know what you did," he frowned, pushing against her.

"It wasn't even that bad. If you'd like, I can sing a more explicit song. I have a few in mind."

"Ophelia..." he growled. "Your job is not to seduce my patrons. You're supposed to be a canary. Not induce an orgy, alright?"

"I wasn't seducing your patrons. Just you, sir."

He paused. "Damn it, Ophelia."

The lights flickered on. He realized how close they were. Nose to nose. Lips so close...

His reached out, putting his hand on her waist.

She cocked her head, as he glanced up at her for approval. He creeped closer to her, letting his hand drift down.

He grabbed her leg, wrapping it around his waist.

"This isn't very appropriate, sir," She reminded him.

"I'm going to do it anyway," he informed her, raising her dress up to her waist. "Do you have any objections?"

"No sir. Not one. But I like this dress so please don't ruin it."

"Noted," he murmured, leaning in to connect their lips.

He kissed her softly, but it heated up quickly, like a match that ignited.

He took off his suit jacket, unbuttoning his shirt.

Frantic hands, aiming for one goal. She pulled his hair free from his hair tie, wrapping it around her wrists.

His long hair brushed against his shoulders.

She smiled. "You're so pretty sir." She whispered her hands on either side of his face.

He leaned into touch. He didn't know what to say to that. She always said that. Not that he was handsome but that he was pretty.

He closed his eyes, opening them when he felt her unbuttoning his pants.

He swallowed roughly. Was he really going to do this?

"Adrian I can't get this undone, but I really want to have sex with you. Can you do it?"

He chuckled. Yes. Yes he was.

He unbuttoned his pants, unzipping them. He paused frowning.

She grabbed his face. "Please...I really want you Adrian."

He knelt down, gingerly raising her dress higher. He hooked his fingers on either side of her panties, dragging them off her legs.

He kissed her thighs, putting her underwear aside.

He looked up at her, before leaning into her core. She grabbed his hair as he started his ministrations, bringing her to her climax.

"Right there," she whispered. "Right there, just like that,"

He glanced up at her watching her face flush, and her lips part.

She was beautiful. He hadn't seen her do anything that wasn't beautiful.

She came, pulling him by his hair.

"Do you want me to do the same to you sir?" She asked breathlessly.

He shook his head. "We don't have long,"

He frowned. It was dangerous. And it wasn't appropriate—

She grabbed his member, rubbing him gently.

"I want you, Adrian. Please. Now."

He should say no to this and turn around and never speak of it—

"Adrian? Sir?"

—because it wouldn't end well, and he didn't have control of the situation and it was very very inappropriate—

"Mr. Hades."

—He didn't have a condom and she was an employee and—

"Please touch me. I'm begging you to touch me."

And it didn't matter anymore. He slid inside her, even though he knew he shouldn't have.

She moaned in his ear, a little breathy moan.

"Thank you, Sir."

What the hell was he supposed to do?

He made love to her in the dressing room, even though it wasn't very appropriate.

And he couldn't bring himself to regret, even as he emptied inside her, even as he fixed her dress, and gave her one last lingering kiss.

Even as his patrons wondered where the canary was.

Even as he cleaned her up, and put his clothes on correctly.

She laid against his chest. "Sir...I'm hungry."

He chuckled.

• • •

How was the quasi-sex scene everyone's been chanting for?

I was trying to make it a slow burn, but...alas here we are.

Ship names?

Do we ship?

What will happen next?

Will he go psycho like all my other characters?

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