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Matilda/Caradoc
"Caradoc, why won't you have sex with me!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to get the high pitched shriek out of his head before attempting to think again. Caradoc's eyes opened slowly as he blinked at at Matilda Rowle, who was pacing furiously in front of him, clad in her bra and a skirt, as she'd just finished unsuccessfully seducing him.

"It could be that I haven't heard from you in months and the first time I do see you, you tackle me to a chair and---" Cardaoc cleared his throat, eyebrows going high. Matilda wasn't exactly subtle in her ways, and he was still regaining his composure from her quick methods of persuasion.

Matilda stopped pacing, crossing her arms and Caradoc really wished she hadn't, it was only making not shagging her that much harder to do. What did she want him for, anyway? If it had been more of a casual thing, then, sure, but the fact that she seemed to want to be using him for something other than plain old, good for everything sex, made him want to find out before he made any quick decisions.

"I'm going to be engaged tomorrow, Caradoc," she said with a great sigh, "And I don't want this vile man to be my----"

"Be your what?"

She blushed deeper than Caradoc could have imagined physically possible, and it hit him suddenly. Her first, oh, hell no---

"Who is he?" he asked, not moving from his chair.

"John Mulciber----"

"Mulciber?"

"Did I stutter?"

Caradoc's lips pressed into a straight line, mind working quickly. Well. Matilda was standing there half naked. He was rather hot and bothered. And he did hate Mulciber with a fiery passion...

Quickly, Caradoc stood and grabbed Matilda's wrist, pulling him toward his bedroom with little resistance from the girl. Ha.