Taras grimaced, distaste narrowing his features, curling his lip.
"I have four sisters, Isaev. I wasn't planning on raping her."
Taras felt the need to address the point, even though he didn't think Isaev had meant it.
But then again, maybe he had. Some people thought just because a man had been in the Zone, and was willing to kill for money, there was no telling how far he'd go. The idea of forcing a woman had no appeal. Taras might do a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them.
He frowned, sighing.
"I'm not interested in forcing her to do anything. All I'm saying is that there's an opportunity there, especially for someone like you. That's why I thought that you should start fucking her. You could make her want it. I was liking the idea of knowing you were fucking in here, behind closed doors. Happening to walk in right afterward."
He could imagine it, flushed faces and quickened breath, clothes in disarray. The smell of sex and sweat.
Taras let his head rest against the back in the chair, made the leather creak with the slow shift of his weight. He drew his eyes half-closed, kept them low-lidded.
His voice dropped lower, his words more deliberate.
"Or I could sit right here in this chair, comrade, and watch you fuck her."
Taras held Isaev's gaze a long and considering moment, then shrugged.
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Date: 2008-02-29 08:35 am (UTC)"I have four sisters, Isaev. I wasn't planning on raping her."
Taras felt the need to address the point, even though he didn't think Isaev had meant it.
But then again, maybe he had. Some people thought just because a man had been in the Zone, and was willing to kill for money, there was no telling how far he'd go. The idea of forcing a woman had no appeal. Taras might do a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them.
He frowned, sighing.
"I'm not interested in forcing her to do anything. All I'm saying is that there's an opportunity there, especially for someone like you. That's why I thought that you should start fucking her. You could make her want it. I was liking the idea of knowing you were fucking in here, behind closed doors. Happening to walk in right afterward."
He could imagine it, flushed faces and quickened breath, clothes in disarray. The smell of sex and sweat.
Taras let his head rest against the back in the chair, made the leather creak with the slow shift of his weight. He drew his eyes half-closed, kept them low-lidded.
His voice dropped lower, his words more deliberate.
"Or I could sit right here in this chair, comrade, and watch you fuck her."
Taras held Isaev's gaze a long and considering moment, then shrugged.
"And then...see where things went from there."