howlingplayground | Heather/Jingim Modern AU

One thing Heather loves is being a part of a harem. There's safety, security, and wealth to be had for those that prove themselves worthy of it.

Prince Jingim - heir to the Khanate Empire Holdings Company - is one who sees such worth and promotes those that have proven themselves. It's why not only is Heather a concubine, but she's also his girl Friday. Quite frankly, she knows that she's indispensable to him and plans to keep it that way.

Walking boldly into his bedroom, already dressed for the day of meetings, Heather leans down and shakes the shoulder of the other concubine that had spent the night with the Prince. Heather is not a jealous woman. She's proven herself too valuable to worry about the others that spend the night with him - including his wives. But the wives are off visiting relatives and poor Jingim was relegated to the attentions of one of his other concubines last night as a problem had come up with the CFO and she'd been forced to handle it - for Prince Jingim. Leaving him with one of the others.

She taps the shoulder again. The girl glares upwards until it registers just who is doing the tapping. While not the head concubine - yet - Heather is certainly a favorite and not one to be trifled with. Even the wives respect her place. Just as she respects theirs.

Once the girl is gone to get cleaned up and return to the harem, Heather kicks off her shoes and settles on the bed next to Jingim. Slowly, she combs her fingers through the Prince's tangled hair.

"My prince?" She whispers, leaning down to blow her breath across his ear. "My prince, it is time to wake." She murmurs to him. There is no reason to startle him awake. And if he was not satisfied the night before, there is time to remedy that.

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The light breath across his ear and the gentle murmuring stirs Jingim awake, and he knows without awakening properly that it's Heather.

"Sent Isha off, have you?" he murmurs, propping himself up on his elbows, his hair spilling over his shoulders.

She really should learn the names of some of the other concubines in the harem. But, she just doesn't have time. Not only is she concubine to Jingim, but his bodyguard as well. No one expects her to be as deadly as she is. (Weapon of choice: knives, especially throwing ones. In a pinch, though, she can make use of almost any gun on Earth.)

Heather smiles. "Of course. It's time to rise and ready yourself for the day. Your mother has sent me a list of meetings you are to attend to today." She reaches for her tablet.

Jingim collapses backwards and throws an arm across his eyes. "Being the heir is such a pain sometimes," he grumbles. "How many are on this list?"

He really wants to go back to sleep, with or without someone beside him. But that is the burden of modern royalty.

She doesn't laugh at his antics. That's what he wants. He wants to amuse her and she's not having any of it. "Five." She slips her feet back into her shoes, and pulls back the sheet. "Come along, my prince. You have to attend these meetings."

She taps the calendar. "First, of course, is the daily meeting with security. Since the attack on your father, they are twitchy and you know how they like to at least put eyes on you every day." Frankly, of all his meetings, she felt that the most superfluous.

"Second, you have a meeting with Ahmed. We found the... snafu that dragged me away last night, but he wishes to speak with you before speaking with your father." She notices he's not moving.

"Prince Jingim. You must get up." Don't make her start tapping her foot.

"What's the snafu?" he asks, still unwilling to get up and out of bed. She's pulled back the sheet, which is sure to reveal that he's very exposed.

Sure, Heather can be intimidating, but he does love to try and get under her skin sometimes.

The thing about Jingim is he really is a well put together young man, and Heather is not immune to his charms, so to speak. She knows what those hands feel like on her, or how his hips feel in between her legs.

She also knows that if she touches just there, he'll growl and drag her into bed. If she licks there, he'll be putty in her hands. And if she kisses just at the base of his penis, he'll put hands in her hair and beg her to stay.

But they do not have time for all that she wishes to do - and no doubt what he'll wish her to do. "The snafu was an accounting error. A decimal was in the wrong place, along with a base ten error. It meant the company was missing several million dollars. But it has since been resolved."

He's making it very difficult not to climb on top of him. She bends over and kisses him, licking her way into his mouth for a brief moment. Then she pulls back. "Your first wife will be home the night after tomorrow." She reminds him. Tonight will probably be their last night as he really should spend time with his wife.

"Oh, good," he says, because that means it's something he doesn't have to deal with. "I'm glad to hear that's been taken care of. And in such capable hands."

Speaking of such capable hands, when she kisses him, he takes her hand, gently placing it on his ribs. He definitely does not want to get out of bed just yet, but he has already gotten up.

"If Sorga's coming home tomorrow night, then we must make the most of our remaining time," he purrs.

She traces her hand over his ribs. He's very tempting. He's making her want to just... Forget the day. But for now....

Her hand trails down and she licks his lip. "My prince is very tempting." She whispers. Slowly she pulls away and starts shrugging out of her clothing. "What would you have of me?" She whispers watching him from under her lashes. Her mouth curls into a smile.

She drapes her blazer over a chair back. Then her shirt joins it, leaving her in a black lacy bra and her skirt. Her feet kick off her shoes and she reaches for her skirt.

He smiles. Clearly things can't be that urgent.

"Just something quick," he says, appraising her as she strips. "I'm feeling quite lazy this morning. Ride me, if you would."

No, if things were that urgent, she would have already bullied Jingim out of bed. But there is some time for play this morning.

Knowing that he's watching her is a definite turn on for Heather. She likes that she can have his undivided attention. Of course, she will admit that sometimes, she likes having the evening to herself as well.

The zipper slides down on the side of her skirt and she steps out of it. Heather had anticipated him wanting her this morning, since she wore his favorite underwear. Then again, if things had been urgent, she would have just had to tell him later that she'd been wearing it all day, just for him.

"Of course my prince." She whispers slipping out of the underwear, and bra. She leans down to kiss him again, before climbing up to straddle her prince. "How lazy are you feeling this morning?" She whispers, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his erection.

Heather/Jingim Modern AU

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