Giving in?

The Plan

A/N: okay, one more to explain the actual issue!

When Nathalie arrived back at the Agreste mansion, she had begun to feel a little warm, but she wasn't caring about that right now. All the young woman could think of right now, were the things, her employer and sometimes almost close friend, had told her about the liquid, she had been hit with.

This 'potion', as the akumatized had called it, which would affect her body for at least forty eight hours, would not only make her become horny and try to make every male, she came across, mate with her. It also would have her ovulating after about twenty four hours, the released hormones only increasing her carnal and primal arousal. On top of that, it would let every inch of her skin produce tons of those pheromones, which were supposed to attract potent and strong, healthy males, to mate with her.

She had blushed deeply, when he really had used the word mate. But even after he had explained and apologized, in case, he might have insulted her, her heated cheeks wouldn't get any cooler since then.

Now she stepped into the cool atrium and saw her boss wait for her on the half-landing of the staircase, not looking towards the entrance yet but at the portrait of his late wife. When he heard the heavy doors fall shut, he hesitantly turned around, anxious, that the liquid's effect was already starting to work.

But, even though he would never admit to it, the moment his eyes fell onto her delicate figure, scantily covered by the low cut, short dress, he knew, it wasn't any ancient magic, which made him covet her. It was the woman herself, her demeanor, her attitude, her kind, warm smile, when she thought, nobody was watching, her stubbornness and determination, her way to selflessly put others first.

And of course her well proportioned curves, the full, round breasts, the porcelain skin, which he longed to touch, her subtle, feminine smell, a mixture of the fruity shampoo, she used and her very own scent.

Clearing his throat audibly, he then spoke in a quiet, almost docile tone:

"Before you come any closer, Nathalie, please let me tell you, that you look astonishing in that dress. I wanted you to know, before you come too close, to think I was already affected by anything and didn't mean it. You are a beautiful, enticing woman!"

Nathalie tried to not stare at him wide eyed, and forced her mouth to stay shut. She was afraid, her chin might drop and she would make a fool of herself in front of the man, she secretly loved.

Then she stammered:

"Well.....this.....you.....I mean, I .....don't know.....what......I .......uhm thank you, Sir!"

Gabriel sighed quietly, then asked:

"How are you feeling? Any signs or symptoms of the fluid's influence?"

The assistant shrugged.

"I am feeling a little warm and it's getting worse, but otherwise, I feel perfectly normal!", she told him calmly.

He nodded and began walking down the stairs, to instantly address the bodyguard, who was just entering the mansion as well.

"You!", he bellowed, "get back to school and take care, that nothing happens to my son. When he is finished with his fencing practice, he is allowed to stay at his friend's place, Nino was his name, I think, for the next three days! Did you understand me?"

The tall, broad man nodded with a grunt. Yet he kept gazing at Nathalie, his glare wandering along her figure, until the designer had seen enough and now even yelled:

"Out! Now! Nobody is allowed to enter through this door until I say so! It will be your responsibility, to keep every male person away from the premises, do you hear me?"

The 'gorilla' winced and nodded, then rapidly threw the door open and ran to his car, getting out of it, after he made it through the iron gate and locked it not only with a code, but by hand with a rusty old key too.

Now the woman's jaw had dropped and she watched him lock the two winged, wooden entrance door as well, then gave her a beaming smile, which made her feel dizzy for a short moment.

"Come", he offered and gently placed a hand on the small of her back, "let's go inside and have some coffee, while we speak!"

She nodded, while she could constantly feel the burning heat, his hand emanated on her skin, even through the thin fabric of the dress, and let him nudge her into one of the arm chairs in her bedroom. Then he sat down in another and gave her an intense look.

"We urgently have to come up with a plan, Nathalie", he almost whispered.

"Why's that?", she asked antsily, "I thought, I would just lock myself up in here for the next days and when it's over, I will come out again and everything will be fine, right?"

"I am afraid, that won't work, dear!", he sighed, placing his hand on top of hers.

Nathalie noticed and froze, unable to move, she just glanced down and towards it.

"W-W-Why wouldn't it?", she wondered.

"Well, because you wouldn't stay put, once you're feeling the full effects. You would try to go outside and find someone to...."

He stopped, not daring to look into her face, when she finished for him:

"Mate with!"

He scoffed, but not in a snide way, but rather desperate.

"I am still sorry for the word, but that's what the man called it, when he thought of all the things, his 'potion' would be able to do! I", he cleared his throat, then went on, "will try to stay with you over those days, take care, that you won't get hurt or worse, by running blindly into the traffic or fall from some bridge. Driven only by desire, the idiot named it."

Gabriel now narrowed his eyes, as he remembered something else. But it wasn't time to think about that yet. He would tell her, when she would reach that state, in which nothing else would be helping.

But Nathalie knew him well.

"What else, Gabriel?", she queried, making him tense, when she used his name. She hadn't done that for ages.

"Fine", he gave in, then tried to bring order into his thoughts, to not make her feel worse, "this stuff will get you into a mental state, in which you won't be able to focus on anything but, well, your own pleasure, until you managed to...uhm....get off!"

"Get off what?", she asked, not having understood, what he had tried to express more innocently.

"G-Get yourself off, have an ..... find your........well........release!"

"Oh!", she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, as she tried to capture the meaning of this, "that's going to be a problem!"

She felt him tense, his hand closing around hers, squeezing almost painfully.

"I am scared to ask, but as it's the only way, of keeping you mentally stable, why's that going to be a problem?"

Nathalie shook her head vigorously.

"I can't talk about that right now. Let's leave it for when it's really necessary to address, otherwise, we just forget, what I said, okay?"

He looked pensive, a little worried even, when he calmly agreed.

"Okay, but you should really start to trust me, Nathalie. We won't make it through these couple of days, without trusting each other. I will be here, when you loose control, to take over. Can you let me take over the control, Nathalie?"

His voice was hoarse now and he had begun to caress her hand with his thumb.

The assistant gulped heavily but nodded.

"I'll try!", she squeaked.