Before she could berate herself further she walked into the room. Will lifted his eyes from the book he was reading and untucked his legs. He had been curled on a couch in the library for the better part of the day lost in a book and he startled as she walked in. She had been watching him moments earlier, but he hadn't seen her. He had looked so adorable reading his book... the way his brow had been furrowed and his eyes moving rapidly over the pages...
"I'm sorry Will," she found herself moving closer to his place on the couch, one step at a time.
"What for?" She entered his personal space and bent down her eyes in line with his. He had one eye brow raised his surprise and her gut clenched. So very selfish Helen. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. He pulled away and she watched his eyes widen and heard the book drop to the floor. "Oh," he said, blinking rapidly. He's a clever boy that Will and he caught on fast - his hands quickly moving up to cup her face. She knew he felt the sexual tension between them as much as she did. She was 270 years old, he was... well he was so very much younger. It was wrong. So very wrong.
"Just this once," she murmured in his ear, and he captured her lips once more.
"I'll make it worth it then," he whispered back and tugged her forward so she fell into his lap. His eyes darkened with desire, and she lost herself in kissing him, in touching him.
She stood, pulling her skirt down and smoothing it.
How many times had she told him "just this once," he smirked at her retreating form.
Certainly more than once.
The End.