i wont lie

Their closeness resonated and when Belle stepped forward to press her forehead against his neck, all will power shattered. Archon coiled his head to press his cheek against the top of her neck, his nose ruffling her fur. He allowed himself, against his best judgement, to breathe in her scent and relish in her touch. Oh, how his mortal form weakened his will. Belle's very being screamed to be touched by him and if he listened to his deepest instincts, he would have devoured her whole on the spot.

She spoke of how she wished the could remain professional and how she couldn't help but feel his pull. Archon hummed, taking a moment to think.

"What's unprofessional about this?" He joked lightly. "We are both on our own time right now, are we not? Perhaps I'm just making sure I can be close to the mother of my pups." He made excuses back and forth, knowing Deathbelle would be able to see through them. They weren't meant to be taken seriously in the first place.

"Or maybe I just craved this," he rumbled. "We'll have so much time to be professional when it's not dark out." He took a moment to nip at her neck lightly, taking his time to feel her fur move past his lips, "And when we're not already this close." He would have grabbed her and pulled her into his chest if he could, but he wouldn't just yet. He worked his way down her neck to her shoulder, then back up to her ear. "And when you stop being so temping," he breathed lowly. "When I stop being so attracted to you- your power, mind, and body- for a moment long enough to think professionally."

They did need to be professional, but no one said they couldn't enjoy themselves a little first.