main prompt: gingerbread
additional prompts: possibility & linger
She flashed him a smirk as she walked towards him. James almost groaned. She'd been teasing him for hours. It was obvious that he wanted her, but all she seemed to care about was playing games. It was hot, but it was also frustrating.
He assumed she'd just walk right by him. She had done so five times in the last two hours. But instead of walking by, she came to a stop right in front of him.
"Hey," he echoed, kind of wide eyed. She leaned towards him, her scent intoxicating him - ginger bread. Well, isn't someone festive? Shaking his head, he tried to get back his arrogant exterior. "Lovely dress," he said, his eyes trailing down her body.
She grinned wickedly at him and brushed her lips against his ear, making him shiver. "What do you say you help me get it off?"
James' eyes widened. He wondered if this was just more of her teasing but decided even the smallest possibility of shagging her was worth any teasing.
"Let's go," he said, his eyes dark.
When he wakes up, he's naked and alone. She leaves nothing; no note, not an item of clothes, nothing. It's like she was never here. But he knows she was.
Because the scent of gingerbread lingers in the air, even long after she's gone.