Imagine teasing Ben Harmon by luring him into the shower, only to disappear when he gets in.
Moira and yourself had a little game going to pass the time - who can drive Mr. Harmon more insane than he already is - who can help him to reach his full potential?
And you were winning by a landslide. Moira was playing the onfusing game with the old maid / hot maid routine while you were just straight up coming out of his dreams, only letting him see you, intoxicating perfume, using every weapon in your arsenal to turn him from the stern psychiatrist to the submissive slave.
Right now, you were up to bat. Moira made him seem like a pervert in front of his wife, and now you were going to swoop in while his thoughts were all blurry. Staying in her peripherals, hiding just behind door frames, only showing little bits of leg, back, chest peeking through. He followed like a man starved. Just as he should.
You left clothes in the living room. They’d disappear when you did. Quick clean up. Leading him towards the bathroom. You stood in the doorway, shower turning on by itself, steam filling the space and flowing into the hallway, with your back towards him. Letting him admire the way that your back turned into ass, into thigh.
“Who are you?” He asked, stepping closer, closer. You looked over your shoulder. Caught his eye. You put a finger to your mouth, shushing him, and then beckoned him in closer. Closer. Closer.
He got lost in the steam. He was shedding his clothes. Sweat was erupting from his forehead against the heat. He saw your shape in the shower. He saw you beneath it. The water creating trails down your skin. Into your belly button. The fog covered below that. But he wanted to see. Pants off now. Shirt following. The door closed behind him. He hardly noticed. It got harder and harder to breathe with the oppressive heat. Another step and he’d find you. Another step and he’d finally touch you. He reached and -
His body hit the scalding hot water, and he jumped instinctively out of it, slipping on a puddle and falling back. He could no longer see you but you were laughing now, shaking your head at how easy it was.
“At least you were able to get his ass out,” Patrick appeared beside you, tilting his head to try to get a better look at what Ben was packing between his legs. “I’d say that’s a point to you.”
“Thank you, thank you,” You bowed.
Requested by: Anonymous
