Peach pushed open the door to Silas’ laboratory and flounced in as if she owned the place, curls and pleated skirt bouncing. She navigated her way to Silas as if by instinct and sauntered up behind him in a surprisingly silent manner for a girl in such large combat boots. She pressed her entire body up against his back, breathing an airy and seductive moan in his ear while wrapping both arms around his waist. “Well, helloooo labcoat!”
He heaved a heavy sigh, not even bothering to resist her embrace. This was all too common by now. He put down the test tube he had been looking at as it bubbled and let out some sort of suspicious green smoke. “I really wish you would stop calling me labcoat. I don’t even own a labcoat.”
“Oh, I know, dear. You’d much rather I scream your name, yes?” She pulled away minutely to wink at Silas suggestively and tug at one of the belt loops on his pants and bit at her lower lip.
He stared at the test tube deliberately. “Look, I’m trying to work. These are very volatile chemicals, and I really shouldn’t be taking my eyes off of them even for a second.”
“Oh,” Peach nodded and let go of him, stepping slightly to the side so that she could round the table and give him a very nice view of her shapely and rather colorfully decorated legs. She put both hands down on the other side of the table and leveled with Silas, “You want to pour these all down my shirt, don’t you, Silas?” She gave him an intense, hungry look and purposely leaned down so that he would get a good look at her cleavage. This in and of itself would not have been so devious if Peach had not been wearing a black bra underneath a white button-up dress shirt.
Silas opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it, closed it, and paused. When finally he spoke, he said, “It—it would burn a hole through your chest.”
Peach grinned lasciviously, “And then you would fuck that hole, riiiiight?”
“There would be acidic residue and my—“ he stopped. He took his monocle off and wiped it off on his shirt. “No. I’m not even going into this.”
“And your what?” She smiled deviously and leaned forward, plucking the monocle easily from his hand and, even with it still attached to Silas, brought the object to her cupid bow mouth and licked sensually and slowly around the circumference. She hummed softly as she did it, more to bring attention to her actions than anything else, but also because it was suggestive of other things you do with your mouth.
He shook his head. “Does your uncle have any idea you behave this way when he’s not around?”
Peach gave another, equally devious, smile. “Eunuchs don’t really understand it, I think.” And with that, she waggled an eyebrow or two and popped the entire monocle into her mouth with a wet, suggestive sound.
He pointed weakly at her. “Could—Could I—“ his voice was barely a whisper, trembling slightly, “My monocle, could you just, er…”
She pulled the monocle out delicately from between pursed lips, painfully slowly, “Could I just…?” She feigned a questioning look, “Let you watch me put it up my—“
“Wash it off and give it back!” he shouted just a little too loud. He coughed, looking around with an embarrassed expression, even though there was no one else around. He mumbled to himself, “Gods…”
She pouted excessively, “Oh, but Silas! I thought you liked things dirty.”
“Not when they’re impeding my vision,” he snapped. “Now, if you could just wash that off now?”
The pout accentuated further, “So then blindfolds are out of the question?” She sauntered over to the sink not five feet away and pretty much climbed onto the counter to wash off the monocle, accidentally (or not so much with the accidental) splashing some up onto her blouse and obscenely short skirt. She turned and hopped jubilantly off the counter and returned to Silas, extending a soaked hand holding a dripping monocle, both of which stemming from a suggestively moist female.
He snatched the monocle from her hand and wiped it off on his shirt, glaring at her in irritation. “I get it now. You’ve been hired by one of those other scientists, to distract me and keep me from working.”
She gasped, “Oh! That’s exactly it! You’ve found me out!” Then, raising a hand to her mouth to exaggerate a whisper, “How am I doing so far?”
He poked at a test tube, desperately trying not to exhibit any signs of interest. “… Fine enough, I suppose.”
That little bit was all the encouragement Peach needed. She undid another button on her already dangerously cleavage-abundant shirt, “It’s so hot in here, Silas. We really should take off our clothes,” The look on her face was entirely serious, although distinctively suggestive.
“I can think of several reasons why that would be a bad idea,” he said, pouring the contents of one test tube into a beaker, causing it to steam. “The least of which would be that these fumes should have as little contact with your skin as possible. Trust me on this one.”
“You know what I think, Silas? I think you should have as much contact with my skin as possible. You know, counterbalance the—what were we talking about again?”
“We were talking about you going away and studying or some such,” he said, opening a drawer to find some safety goggles.
Peach blinked several times and frowned, “But that would mean we couldn’t practice for our wedding night.” She dug the toe of her combat boot into the ground and managed to look as adorable as humanly possible. There was a beat and then, “Silas… why am I all wet?”
He nodded toward the sink. “Tell me, has your uncle made any attempt to cure these memory lapses of yours?”
“I think so. Something about reversal potions. But there aren’t reversal potions for potions he’s invented, yannow?” She paused again and watched him work, “Gods, Silas… you do things to a girl…” Another, smaller pause here, “I’m all wet, yannow? But also, I’m all wet…”
Silas slammed his face into the counter. “Oh, gods!” He lifted his head. “I really, really need to get some work done. Could you do this, I don’t know, sometime when I’m not working with things that might explode at any minute?”
Peach grinned in an honest-to-gods childlike manner, “Funny! I could say the same about my situation!” She leaned over the table and put a knee up on it, giving him a hint of a peek up her skirt.
He couldn’t help but look, although he felt incredibly ashamed for it. She was much too young for him. People would talk. Her uncle would be furious—granted, Silas didn’t exactly fear a shy little man who looked like a small child, but he did have very powerful friends who could reduce Silas to a pile of cinders. Not a pleasant prospect, nor a good aphrodisiac. He waved her away. “Just… go, okay?”
She feigned an appalled look, “What, right here? I can’t just go, Silas! I need a little stimulation first!’ She gave a dangerously bemused look.
A slight blush came over his cheeks and he shook his head vigorously. “That isn’t what I meant!”
“Oh, but Silas,” She slowly sauntered back around the counter and cornered him up against it, “I think it really is…” She murmured seductively, reaching out to touch fingertips to a cheek.
He recoiled a bit at her touch. “We can’t do this, Peach. Just give me a break, okay?”
She looked like he’d just hit her across the face, doe eyes wet, “But… but Silas, I love you.”
“No, you’re infatuated with me. I know the difference, dear.”
She blinked, “Silas. I don’t get infatuated. I love you and I’ll do anything you ask of me to prove it. Let’s get married. Right now. I’ll have your children, lots of them. Babies everywhere!”
Why couldn’t the girls at his college have been like this? He sighed. “There’s thirteen years between us. And I don’t even want to get started on how complicated things are going to get what with your little memory problem and all…”
Peach looked absolutely crestfallen, “But—but… but Silas… I don’t care about all that. I love you. So all their names will be a little bit fuzzy. I know! We’ll name them all after you! Oh my gods! We could put them in little white labcoats and everything!”
“Name them all Silas? … And what is this obsession with labcoats?!”
“Uhm. They’re sexy as hell. Duh.” She gave him a look with ‘that was obvious’ written all over it. “And yes. We’ll name them all Silas.” She was so happy he was entertaining the idea, even for a moment, that she forgot the recent rejection to her physical touch and seized him by a lock of hair, tugging gently but mainly using it to hold him still and maintain her own balance while she rose to tiptoe to claim his lips in an exceedingly aggressive kiss.
He melted into the kiss for a moment, pulling her closer to him. The fact was that he did want to go further with her, but she was too… complicated. Her age, her memory issues, not to mention their personalities were completely different. He pulled away. “Wait, I—“
At this point, Peach was no longer accepting no as an answer and she grabbed the back of his head and pushing him back into the kiss, managed to hop onto the counter and wrap her legs around his waist.

CENSORED

Peach panted lightly and kissed Silas on the forehead, “So, right. Next time, maybe a bed? No concrete floors?” She grinned.
“It isn’t my fault you were in such a damned hurry,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You practically assaulted me.”
She giggled, “Speaking of which… let’s do it again.”
“No,” he said, reaching for his underwear which had been thrown onto a ceiling fan. “I’ve been careless enough, and my experiments—“ he looked at the counter, to see a large steaming hole where once stood the beakers and test tubes. “Shiiiit.”
Peach took Silas by his chin and forced his face towards hers for another deep kiss. And another, which grew exponentially more lascivious. “Mhh… but like I said—What were we talking about again?”
“Oh, for the love of—“ he pushed her aside, rummaging through shelves for something to prevent the acids from eating down into the basement. “Godsdammit, I don’t suppose you know where I put my alkalines?”
She looked at him with wide eyes and then nodded once, rising and fetching them (completely in the nude) from the last place he would think to look.
He blinked, quite shocked she had actually known where they were. He took the bottle and opened it, tossing it down the hole in his desk. There was a puff of smoke and slowly the light sizzling noise died down, indicating that the acids were no longer trying to eat their way down to the planet’s core. He sighed in relief. “Thanks.”
She smiled, and it was a pretty thing to see, “Uh huh. Now, uh, climb back on me.” She uncrossed her legs, and did not bother to recross them.
“We—we can’t do it again,” he said, his nudity giving away the fact that his body was ready and willing. “We haven’t got any protection. We can’t risk you getting pregnant—if you aren’t already, oh gods… M-maybe you should go.”
“Silas, I’m obviously on birth control. But, yannow, if that’s your bag, I can… take it out or something…”
“N-no, no!” he shook his head, “I-it’s fine, really. I don’t think an extra lifeform in your belly would really do much to spice up this, er, relationship.”
“Oh my gods! Really? Do you mean it? A relationship? Oh, Silas!” She hopped to her feet and proceeded to rush him, almost flooring him with a hug.
He stuttered for a moment, realized he had no idea what he ought to be saying, and simply hugged her back. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
She gave an extra squeeze, “I love you, Silas. I mean it. I really do. And completely unrelated, but I also want to have sex with you again… so could we, uh…”
He scratched his head, thinking about this. “Er… okay. But on one condition.”
“No. No conditions. Just sex.” She smiled up at him, planted a kiss on his lips and then pushed him over. And proceeded to jump on top of him with a giggle.
“But! But I thought you said you’d do anything for me! I’m pretty sure you said that!”
“I will. But I don’t like conditions. They’re like restraining orders. Or… I don’t know, skin. But for the internal organs and stuff.” She looked thoughtfully at him.
“Y-yes. Well. I was just going to ask that you keep this whole thing between the two of us. Our little secret, okay?” he smiled weakly.
“No way! You’ll cheat on me!” She looked indignant.
“Oh, come on. Have you seen any other woman so much as glance at me?”
“Yes! There was… uhm… ah…” She grew increasingly more agitated, until she looked down at her hands, which were wringing themselves, and then back up at him, “Just… just promise me I’m the only girl for you. I’m serious, Silas. I want to marry you.”
“I promise,” he said softly. He kissed her on the forehead. “There isn’t any other girl I’d even dream of being with.”
“Oh, Silas! Stop being so dreamy. Right this very minute. Or, yannow, put it in me. Either one.” She smiled sweetly.
“Well, I’m not entirely sure how to do that first option,” he blushed slightly, smiling. “So I suppose I’m stuck with the second one.”
“What a horrible fate indeed.” And with that, she pretty much tackled Silas for the second time that afternoon.

.endscene.