I look at him over the console,

With a 'come hither' stare.

And all I receive in return

Is a naïve blank glare.

I curl my finger

To gesture him near

His eyes widen in realization

and just a trace of fear

Who, me?

His body asks in reflection

I nod

and saunter in his direction.

He smirks and straightens his bowtie,

He thinks he's so hot when he's clever,

And he is; I won't lie.

"Doctor Song, are you trying to seduce me?"

He murmurs as I pull him near

"Of course not sweetie," I reply with a kiss,

"Where would you get that idea?"

I feel his hands

Wrap around my waist.

And the way he kisses me

Is far more than chaste.

The ache grows stronger

Between my thighs.

His hands explore,

I begin to writhe.

I hear the zipper

Of my dress.

The fabric loosens

Around my chest.

The garment lies crumpled

on the floor.

He eyes me hungrily;

He wants some more.

As he reaches out,

I dash to the side.

He'll have to catch me

To claim his prize.

At last he has me

And we collapse on the bed.

It feels just like

The night we were wed.

I begin to unbutton

His bowtie and shirt.

I love him so badly.

I want him;

It hurts.

Two young hearts

And an older mind,

With its opposite equal

Do finally entwine.

I can't help but scream,

(with lust, not fear)

And whisper sweet nothings

Into his ear.

And just as he thinks

We are all well and done,

The handcuffs click;

That was only round one.