Day Five Part 3.

"This is horseshit," Eve G said sullenly. She and Claire were sitting alone in the apartment. "I don't need a fucking babysitter."

Claire glanced up disinterestedly from her phone. "Maybe if you hadn't fucked three people in the last five days-"

"Two and a half!" Eve interrupted. "A BJ doesn't count!"

"Apparently it counts enough," Claire said. "While Meredith and Eve C sort this out I need to make sure you're not out getting your clit sucked by the next Eve."

Eve crossed her arms. "So instead of helping track down the original Eve, I'm stuck here wasting time because you don't think I can control myself."

Claire snorted. "I know Jay can't control himself. The real question is whether you want to control yourself. You're basically a stranger, Eve." She sighed and leaned back in her chair. "Look, if you want to build trust, you can start by telling us what you know about Eve. You're almost completely her - surely you know something."

Eve clenched her fists with frustration. "How many times do I have to tell you? I have no idea-"

"Then try!" Claire cut her off. "Think about it! Try to remember who Eve is! Where does she live? Where does she work? What's her favorite fucking ice cream flavor? Come on, Eve, give me something here!"

Eve rolled her eyes. "Ok, fine." She furrowed her brow with concentration. Claire was suddenly struck by how cute she was. Where did that come from?

"Alright, I think I've got something. It's like a weird impression though. I feel like I've done stuff like this before. Like, a lot. I don't know, it's confusing."

Claire waited patiently as Eve paused, trying to concentrate. She realized she was tracing the smooth curve of Eve's clavicle with her eyes. A single bead of sweat rolled down the woman's upper chest and she followed it with her gaze.

"...like, a long time ago. But I don't know how that's possible." Eve was talking, but she missed it. "Claire? Are you ok?"

"Hmm?" Claire said, startled out of her reverie. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, got a bit distracted."

Eve bit her lip. God, she was hot. "No problem. I was just thinking about Eve - well, me. I think she has some kind of powers. I think the original Eve lived a long time ago. In fact, she..."

Claire still wasn't paying attention. Her eyes focused on the movements of Eve's tongue, imagining it rooting around inside her. She blushed and crossed her legs. What was going on with her?

Eve stopped talking abruptly. Claire didn't react, just stared at her dreamily. "...Claire?" she asked tentatively.

"Mmm?" The taller woman didn't make eye contact. She licked her lips.

This felt somehow familiar to Eve. She struggled to remember. There were scenes in her mind. Scenes in forests, in dancehalls. Images flashed through her mind of groggy, sweaty fuck sessions in closets and bathrooms and libraries and pools. She leaned forward. Claire's eyes were drawn instantly to her cleavage.

"Claire, I think I might be something like a... um, a-"

"Succubus," Claire finished dreamily. "Yeah, I, uh, got that. My God, you are beautiful. How did I never see this before? Unless it's something you can turn on and off at will..."

Eve suddenly felt nervous under her unrelentingly lustful gaze. "S-so you have to do what I say?"

Claire shook her head gently. Her trancelike state and calm rancor were starting to creep Eve out. "Not anything you say. I just can't think about anything but you. God, the things I wanna do to you..."

Eve realized that Claire had leaned forward in her chair till she was almost on her knees. She quickly completed the process and crawled across the room to kneel in front of Eve.

"Please, Eve," she said unashamedly. Eve recoiled with surprise when Claire reached for her belt buckle. Undeterred, Claire followed her till her back was against the wall. Looking up at her with cloudy, shining eyes, Claire whispered a barely audible sentence.

"Just a taste?"