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Office Intervention
🕑 Added 2023-06-19 12:45:35 +0000 UTCThe best part about being your own boss? It’s not the sake of being able to tell others what to do—that part actually sucked, since you’d have to repeatedly tell them, each and every day. No, the best part is being able to handle and organize your own schedule. Once the duties are passed out, you get to handle your own at your own pace. At your own time. In your own location of choosing. No, none of it is easy, and the motivation isn’t always there. But at least, you choose the time and place to do it. You’ve worked your way up to the top, and now you can enjoy a bit more liberty in your work.
Katell represented that aspect at its most productive. She was diligent. Conscientious. Assiduous. She could work amazingly in tranquility, and this often let her prepare for inevitable moments when someone needed her at a sudden notice. There was structure to it all. Strategy, even. She could pinpoint the exact five-minute window when a worker of hers would knock on her door and ask to come in. It’s a skill she’d deemed expected of her, from her. Not necessarily to say that chaos should be completely pushed out of the way, but rather make it so that chaos can be prepared for and dealt with in that same rock-steady diligence that Katell handled her own work. Otherwise? She’d be at her desk, peering at parchments, writing letters, and creating executive orders to help maintain an entire supply cycle for the Colony.
Brianna was the opposite of that aspect. She had her own schedule, and she used it to get “busy.” Lounging in her office, snacking, playing human video games—until she’d one day manage to have Progression make their own—not getting much work done. After all, much of it was handled by the Sect directors, each of whom were able to retain valuable information from the outside world’s findings. Brianna’s job was just to analyze it, and help come to a conclusion. Her ideal job. But those findings and reports sat on her desk, on the verge of collecting dust while she remained glued to a screen. She squanders her schedule. So, why is she an Elder? Her chaotic nature and knowledge in many human faculties meant that she knew best how to make a Visitant feel at ease in an unfamiliar place. When she put an honest-to-goodness effort in things, she proved to be an excellent feature in giving a Visitant not just a place to stay, but a home with a sense of familiarity. If only she had Katell’s work effort.
Today, she had something else of Katell’s.
This was a usual rabble between the two. Brianna would have a few dozen excuses to go and bother Katell during work hours. A number of things, ranging from a superficial “necessity” that the Colony absolutely needed or else it’d risk ruin, to having “accidentally” taken something of the Preservation Elder’s. This was the only time Brianna paid attention to a schedule. Not to make things consistent, but rather to pick out the most unpredictable moment to spice up her fellow Elder’s day. And as you might’ve guessed, she hardly knocked on the door. She’d just push her paws right on the frame, and—
WHAM!
“Katell, it’s an emergency! Demons have invaded the Colony and they can only be defeated by the power of really hot lesbian sex!”
“Good afternoon, Brianna.” The sandy-colored, stripe-bearing Nimbat had winced from the slamming door and briefly looked up to see what the trouble was, but the moment she’d seen a flash of bright yellow, she just cast her head down and tried to finish up whatever she could before it was inevitably ruined. “I can’t think of anything else to say, telling you I’m busy is pointless.”
The Progression Elder closed the door far more quietly than she’d opened it, simply pushing her tail against it and letting the latch meet the slot. “You don’t think I come here solely to fuck with you while you’re working, right? This is a scheduled meeting!” Her lips curled into a knowing smile.
Katell couldn’t manage the same. “You don’t have a schedule. You just happen.”
“Uh-huh. When you’re done fussing, we got demon-slaying to do. Plus, I needed to come here anyways. I found—“
“You didn’t ‘find’ anything. You took House of Leaves from my shelf before leaving last time,” the Preservation Elder mumbled, pushing her lens up to the top of her nose. “I’m going to be frank with you. You’re starting to get a little predictable. As soon as something goes missing in my office, I’ll be hearing from you in substantially short notice.”
Brianna snorted, reaching behind into her pack to pull out the dark-covered novel, eyeing the glossy exterior that took up the frame. “And you’re a bit grumpier than usual! I almost wanna say tense. Like, you’ve got all the signs.” The yellow batcat waddled up, placing the book off to the side before letting her ribs perch on the wooden desk. Her arms reached out, just shy of touching Katell’s, nearly screwing up her writing. “The resting bitch face, for one,” she began, letting her wide eyes explore the bookish felid on the other side of the desk. “Tail’s not movin’. It even looks like your throat’s got a tiny bit of grip!”
“Hm. I wonder why that could be.”
Brianna put her mitts to her lips and put up an exasperated, over-the-top gasp. “You haven’t gotten laid! Okay, listen, we don’t have much time. Just bend over the desk, and I’ll save you from—“
Katell wasn’t really having it. She furrowed her brow to the point where it almost seemed it might just snap past her eyes. Both of her arms yanked away from the paper, keeping them out of reach, and then glared daggers at the other Elder through her little lens. “I just want to get work done, so I can go home. Distractions like this just make me late. I don’t have the luxury of being able to goof off for my job,” she chided, squinting her eyes a bit.
But Brianna didn’t budge much. She just circled a digit around the top of the desk, mindlessly dancing over the treated wood. “And you’re especially spiteful! These’re all symptoms of Pent-Up Bitch.” That last bit made Katell’s eyes shrink in a fit of frustration. If she was gonna shank a Nimbat, now would be the time. But before she could unleash her entire lexicon of expletives at the other, the door that’d let this yellow goblin in let out a few knocking sounds. This got the sandy-colored Nimbat to vent out a heated, irritated breath in a tiny lapse of relief.
“You need to go. That’s my meeting, you shouldn’t be here. Take care,” she murmured quietly, looking back down at her papers to pour over the writing one last time, as a kind of review. But in this moment of vulnerability, Katell was suddenly met with two very intrusive bits of perception. First, the sounds of various objects on her desk clattering. Decorations and pencil-holders knocking to the floor, a paper or two fluttering off the desk to fly free. This was immediately followed by the entire weight of Brianna scrambling upon Katell’s side, inadvertently shoving her about. Understandably, the Elder went into a fit, trying to push at the other and smack her wherever her paws could reach. “No, no, stop! Get your butt out of—gah, get out!”
Brianna slumped upon the other side, and immediately crawled into the leg-space, ducking under and sitting in a heap. Katell stood, ready to personally yank her right out from under. The Progression Elder played her card, along with her winning smile, shouting in a pretty good impression of Katell’s voice: “Come on in! Mind your step, things are a bit messy!”
“NO—“
Eeeeeek. The entryway parted at the length of a head, and an icy blue Nimbat stuck her ears, cranium, eyes, and the very tip of her tiny nose out from the opening. Her voice was squeaky, decidedly girly and pillow-soft. “Hi. Uhm, what happened?”
Katell brought her paws up to her temples, pushing the supports of her glasses against the sides of her head and letting the pressure reach something close to that of pain. Deep breaths, clear out the thoughts. Improvise. She can perform, albeit a bit shakily. “Hoooh… Yes, everything’s fine. I got my book back, but I suppose someone placed an enchantment in it. Opening it caused a gust of wind to burst out, and…you’re looking at the aftermath,” she explained, with a tired smile. “Granted, from a book like House of Leaves, it’s not unheard of for anything else messed up to just spring out of it. Literature has its quirks.” Katell paused, unable to really share the humor of her own words, what with that entire explanation being pulled out of the deepest dungeons of her very frustrated brain. But at least her visitor seemed to find it funny, judging by her smile.
“Hee, yes. Yes it does. I’ve heard of things like this happening in spellbooks and grimoires, but…if I’m not mistaken, that’s human literature, isn’t it? You called it House of Leaves?” The blue batty slipped inside, closing the door with an agonizing amount of carefulness. It was like she wanted to make sure nobody would feel the slightest disturbance of a door getting shut. “I worked with the Progression team that purchased a copy from human civilization. It was a specific commission from someone higher up, they wanted to remain anonymous. You got this from Progression, right?”
Katell tilted her head. Finally, something to distract herself over. Huffing, she peddled to the right to gather up some of the wreck, placing it back on her desk with dutiful attention to making an organized, and nice-looking space. “That’s right. I suppose it was a gift. I didn’t commission it, someone just left it on my doorstep, wrapped up and stamped with the facility’s marks and everything. Anyways, what can I do for you?” She scuttled back to her chair, hiding the fact that she had to sort of fight to find leg room under her desk, what with Brianna remaining quiet yet proud in such a decent hiding spot. She sat right in the center, barely sticking out, forcing the other to sit with her thighs parted a bit.
The visitor beamed. “Oh, yes! It’s in regards to a conjoined request from Progression and the Marketplace. You remember Zither, right?” She began fishing out a scroll, kept together by a little pink band. Untying this, the thick document rolled out with influence from the tug of the holder’s paw. Within, it was a list of terms. Sectioned, divided by paragraphs and bullet points, written in clear handiwork. At the bottom, there’s a couple blank spots designated for a signature—one of them was already filled. “There’s a request to open up a food vendor at the quad, a couple spaces away from the main stage. Issue is, it’s not food we serve in the Colony, as far as we know. Have you ever heard of tacos?”
“Not in the slightest. Care to fill me in—?” A spark of tension rippled up Katell’s spine, sourced from a very faint touching sensation hitting her thighs. She couldn’t make it obvious, but she had to see. One rapid glance down with eyes alone, and she saw it. Brianna, starting to get handsy. “Of course, you’ll need to review with someone in agricultural foundations to ensure that such a thing is safe, but…hah, count me curious. What is it?”
The other giggled. “It’s a collection of things put into a corn or flour-based shell. It can be crunchy, or soft. Typically, you’d have hamburger, cheese, and lettuce in it. It’s very easy to make, and humans seem to love them. All of the things listed that humans put in them are known in a variety of our diets, I think things will be fine, safety-wise—“
Katell was getting impatient. Well, not so much impatient, more panicky. It was like someone had planted a bomb under her desk, and it only had ten minutes to spare before disaster struck and left a metaphorical crater in the Colony grounds. She could see it now. The talk of the town: Katell totally let Brianna into her office to get frisky. Gone wrong, gone sexual! She batted her arm a little bit, gesturing to try and hurry things along. “Yes, yes, marvelous idea, commendable. Uhm…what does Zither have to do with this, may I ask?”
“Oh, he was the one who formally put in the request.”
“Alright, then—ah.” Katell suddenly winced. The icy-colored Nimbat would never know, no matter how concerned she appeared in some kind of sympathetic effort to get an answer out of the Elder, but Brianna just let hot breath cast over the base of Katell’s crotch.
Haaaaah…
“Sorry, hot flash. Maybe I’ve been at it for too long, hah.” It’s getting worse. Brianna was pulling at the strings, testing their give and take. Especially their take. No, it’s not totally her intention to make her compatriot start mewling and rubbing her cunt in a fit right in front of the initiating end of the meeting, but she did want to get dangerously close and make her squirm. Now, the Progression Elder had both of her paws handling those thighs, pressing in and feeling along what gave Katell a “dumpling” shape. And her lips were getting closer and closer to the lips. “Anyways, yes! I have…a lot to take care of still, I’ll probably be on it all night, so I should hope to hurry along so I can get a good night’s rest.”
“Are you not going to sign this?”
Shit.
“Riiiight! Just…hand it over, Preservation is willing to invest!” It’s now of all times that she really, really didn’t want the same slow, careful kind of pace that the visitor was practicing. Papers needed to be handed in quickly, to keep the business flow going. Right now, it felt like it was taking a lifetime to get a piece of paper into her goddamn paws. Brianna wasn’t touching her bits, but she was way too close to them. Every inhale and exhale circulated focused air upon those folds, exciting them with the prospect of building attention. It made Katell’s gut feel hot. Hurriedly, she yanked the paper and went about applying her signature.
Now, Katell was, as mentioned before, a diligent soul. She exhumed and radiated a mountain of modicums of professionalism. When she wanted something signed in her name, she made it damn well clear that it was Katell, the Elder of Preservation drawing her very title upon the small canvas on the document. Even if that meant she had to take her time. But when she actually felt the moisture from the innermost parts of Brianna’s mouth seep into the tiniest openings of her vagina, admittedly, she might’ve rushed the signature.
This did leave a confused and off-put visitor by the end of it, but she kept her cordiality and her good cheer on her cover. “Thank you very much. I’ll be sure to get this into the right hands.” She turned around, heading toward the door…only to twist her neck and peer at Katell, who was visibly sweating in her seat. “Have you considered getting an assistant or secretary? Someone to share the load, help you out a bit.”
Why can’t she just leave?
“I’ll look into it at some point, perhaps soon! But not right now. Do take care, alright? Oh, make sure you close that behind you.”
The door opened, and… “Oh, I forgot to grab that.”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding.
Back toward the desk. The document was grabbed, and just to torture Katell further, the other Nimbat began rolling it back up and reapplying the band on the spot. At this rate, her vision was getting a bit more intense. Sounds were highlighted and made clearer, as were colors. And temperatures were rising, especially on the inside. It was a good thing the icy batcat was turned around again, because Katell had to purse her lips in a tight coil, making her mouth cling to itself as the goblin under the desk finally pushed her open maw upon that mound, pinching over it some and touching the very entry of the trench with her tongue. The visitor just slipped out into the open door, turned around to see the Preservation Elder barely keeping herself together by holding her own head up upon her arms, which were anchored to the desk by her elbows. Something to just put pressure on her own chin and keep her mind off of the suckling sensation hitting her puss. Once again, the door took so, so long to close…
Shconk!
“Shit.” Katell whimpered, and steeled herself, craning her neck down and getting ready to give her fellow Elder the earful that’d rend her soul from her very body. But what she found gave her enough pause for Brianna to have something to say.
“Remember last month when your birthday party got pushed back twice due to work? One of the first gifts you got was that book, right? And it just wound up on your doorstep.” Her face wasn’t fixed on Katell’s privates. Instead, she had her snoot pressed into her stomach, relaxed and safe-feeling. Hearing no retort, she went on, “Irina told me a bit about your book club, and she put a few ideas in my head. Then I talked to the scouts, looked into some options—“
“Quite the story you’ve got there. Did you think that up while you were snacking on my pussy?”
“I wasn’t snacking! I was teasing. Making it look like I was actually going to. You really don’t get laid enough,” Brianna scoffed, planting a kiss onto the other’s stomach. “But of all books for me to just up and take, why was it the one that Progression left you?”
Katell rolled her eyes, and reached on down to plant her mitt atop of the yellow Nimbat’s head. Not moving it much, more just pressing over her. “I’m listening. So far, it sounds like a coincidence.”
Brianna smiled. She pushed past that weighing limb, in order to sit up and start going for the other Elder’s chest. “A receipt came with the book. Merchant copy mentioned the name, ‘Emnot Hughmann.’ Some cheeky name I came up with for the folks going out to get the book.” It seemed that this was…enough. Enough to finally clear Katell’s head, leaving her just a bit dumbfounded, running through the ramifications. Overthinking it, it still didn’t really erase the reality that Brianna of all people went out of her way to do such a kind gesture. The sandy Nimbat was a bit frozen, though she felt very loose. Thus, she couldn’t stop the yellow felid from climbing up and taking a spot on Katell’s lap, holding onto her. “And before you ask, no. This whole stunt was a separate thing, but I got too into it. Then that other girl brought up the book, and…I didn’t wanna be anonymous anymore.”
Katell gulped, and brought both of her arms around Brianna, pulling her in tighter and making their stomachs flatten against one another. She’s far warmer than Brianna, but that’s par course for arousal. “This is…really, really nice. I mean it, Brianna. I really do. But…” Shyly, a half-smile stretched over the right corner of her lips. “As surprising as this entire deal was, you really need a lesson in tact. I was about two words from just punching you.”
“Oh, Mommy,” Brianna faux-cooed, grinning some. “But, I hear ya. Anyways…uh, any further meetings on your schedule?”
“No. I’m pretty much locked in here until I’m done.”
“Locked in here with me, yeah?”
“I mean, you could leave at any point. I have work to do.”
“So do I.”
“Got a game to play?”
“Babe, you’re not a game to me.”
Katell mumbled something that sounded like, “That was fucking awful.” She looked off to the left, losing her words in the moment. Of all times, was this really going to happen here? Her paws seemed to make that answer for her. They traced about, shimmying and brushing down low to slowly go for the desk-dweller’s hips. They don’t boast a shape like Katell’s, Jena’s, or…obviously Rosmerta’s, but they didn’t need to. They had enough squish to appreciate.
Brianna smirked, and dove in to brush her snout into the other’s neck. “Do you think she closed the door properly? It was way too gentle, I barely heard the thing click.”
The bookish Nimbat hummed, and snuck a limb toward that tail, brushing over the length before gliding past the flank, headed straight for the inner thigh. “It’s only got two states of being. Open, or closed. No in between.”
“Just checking…” The Progression Elder wriggled out from those exploring arms, before hopping out of that lap altogether. “I still gotta cure your Pent-Up Bitch disease, especially after all that.” Smirking at the flustered expression Katell had developed, she dove both of her arms underneath hers, and wheeled her around with a lift, ‘til she was able to bend her back and pin her to the desk, getting a satisfying squeak out of her. Brianna loomed over, starting off by forcing those legs open and pushing forth, causing their hips and loins to find that sanctified alignment. A whisper of bliss trailed up the both of their spines, getting a joined sigh together. “You think you’re a loud girl in bed?”
Katell brought an arm up to her face in the sheer spell of anticipation, almost edging on panic. “A-Ah. I don’t think I’m anything like that girl in Defense. But if I’m to be honest…”
“Save it. Just…here, I can quiet ya.” Those glasses did very little to hide the outright exasperation and thrill in Katell’s eyes. She knew just what was going to happen before Brianna had craned herself down. Soon, it wasn’t just hips aligned. Their stomachs. Ribs. And then, lips. Brianna sealed in a proper kiss, protecting the air from the vast majority of the high-pitched squeal coming out of the other, while she sank in deep and welcomed her compatriot into a lurid and dreamweaving kiss for the ages. It took a bit of extra willpower for Brianna to not just fall into a thoughtless haze and just kiss that kitty underneath her. Sneaking in a hum mid-kiss, she dove a paw straight down between their loins, aiming straight for Katell’s. The paw digits were not nearly as merciful or reasonable as the yellow Nimbat’s mouth. They were digging right past the trench, parting it open with little more than opposing pushes, before one of those little fingers sank inside, past the vulva, and right up against the top wall of that tunnel.
Katell whined, but all of her sounds were hampered by the chamber her lips were occupied with. Every noise was barred from casting itself upon the air outside their mouths, and so she could only voice her delights to the girl delivering them. Her arms clung to the Progression Elder, hugging her in a fit of equal parts desperation and relief, with the rhythmic buildup and release of pressure in her body. Clear honey glazed around that invading digit, made certain by the squeeze and undulation of those inner walls. It got tighter the further that Brianna explored, and fighting against the clamp of her puss made her eyes clench tightly shut. All this time, Brianna delivered most of the attention along the upper sect of the tunnel, brushing over the smooth corridor and sliding back and forth. The finger was angled at a point where it could tease a little bit of the outer areas, right along the top of the labia, focused on the hood. Katell let out a groan of faux-despair, wording a muffled, “Not there,” in the confines of the other girl’s mouth. But to her utmost joy, her request was ignored.
Nudge, nudge. Gentle, but assertive presses along the top, each practiced motion designed to goad out the invited guest. Once that button came out of hiding, Brianna wasted no time in delivering the assault. Her digit was curled in an inverse hill, rubbing along the upper section while the root of the tiny limb ground itself over the exposed clit. The melodic moans that escaped the birch-hued batcat gave Brianna a new drive. Anything to hear—no, not hear. She could barely hear any of it. But she could feel all of it. It pumped into her gullet and around her face, giving her brain a nice buzz. From there, she fell into a slight rut. No longer thinking, just falling into the moment. She could only register every few moments of her paw-digit slipping in and out with mechanical rhythm, angled to tease over the bottom of that pleasure button. The sealed kiss kept Katell busy and pinned, but it also let Brianna feast on her for a while. Savor and sap her of flavor, explore every nook and cranny with her invading tongue, stake little flags all over the place with every touch. Everything to take this girl. To take her, and take her, and take her again. The sounds of moist squelching emanating from the drenched site felt crisp. It anchored her to the moment, and soon, it helped her get completely lost.
The first yelp from Katell went unheard. The responding groan was more instinctual, impulsive even. The second yelp fell on the same, unlistening mind. Brianna was in a funk, taking the limb that planted itself onto a flat paper on the desk and moving it over to take a possessive grope over the bookish girl’s chest.
Mine.
But the third was combined with a firm squeeze to Brianna’s rear, pulling her back into the layer of reality that wasn’t so hazy. Eh? This gave her enough pause to let Katell slip out of the kiss, nearly shouting as oxygen rushed into her open mouth. Four or five little saliva-strings clung between their mouths, some collapsing with just the slightest twitch. The Preservation Elder pursed her lips together, destroying those little bridges in one fell swoop. “Haah…aah! A-Ah..!”
Brianna smirked. “Use your words. I don’t speak ‘heat.’”
“T-Tongue.”
“What?”
Katell didn’t want to explain. She mustered her strength and forced the other down, guiding with a firm two paws to get her companion down toward her stomach. She didn’t see Brianna’s face indicating a lightbulb going off, but she’d start feeling just how much understanding was created. Both of her legs were gripped once again, and once again they were made to be parted. But this time, none of the oral action was going to be hidden under the desk. Brianna dipped her face in, nudging that mound with her lips and snout. But this time, she let her tasting muscle take the dive. It plunged in, easily penetrating past the cleavage that formed those nethers and worming its way into the spot she’d been previously attacking. Katell threw her head back, covering her muzzle with one mitt while the other pushed itself against her own chest. Ecstasy rippled up her crotch and bloomed across her gut. Her toes curled in response to the shot of electricity rippling out from her loins. So many waves of unbridled and unhindered pleasure coursed about, it was getting harder to control her own noises. But she didn’t care. How could she care now?
Brianna’s attention was precise, and fixated. The smell of her companion’s need tempted to bring her back into that dark, deep reality where thought was destroyed and instinct was demanded. The raw flavor sought to do the same. Everything made the spunky girl feel a tingle, even a surge of warmth between her own legs. That’d need attention later. But for now, she was really busy on the afternoon shift. She had some kind of vocational meeting, arranged in Katell’s office. So, she practiced her consonants and vowels on that mound, smooching over the sweet folds while her tongue waggled and thrashed about inside. That muscle wasn’t as strong as those in her digit, but the combined, slimy moisture laden on both of their surfaces allowed for a more flexible set of movements. Every now and then, Brianna peered up with her curious blue hues, watching the fellow Elder break down and squirm in her arms. Gah, she’s adorable.
And that’s when the burst began. They both experienced it in different forms. For Brianna, it was a trembling sensation waving down and about those once-welcoming walls. For Katell, it was a tightening grasp right on her waist, on the inside. She yanked her arm up to join the other that was trying to fitfully cover the shouts and mewls that swam out from her throat. Her eyes closed so tightly, she thought they might just crush. The floodgates opened, and Katell was brought under attack by her own nerves. Those legs quivered, almost kicking and buckling against the other girl’s hold in a fight. Her sounds were mostly muffled, but they were loud enough for Brianna’s ear to twitch, eliciting a knowing grin while her task came to an end. Granted, this presented a slight problem. This office wasn’t soundproof. It’s not to say that anyone could hear every conversation that was said in that room, let alone every time someone fucked in there. But, if for whatever reason, someone put their ear to the tiny crack in the door, they’d swear they’d heard someone in pain.
Or someone in relief.
Brianna kept her lips open, and while she could lap up and collect most of the surging juices that splashed out from that mound, she was thankful that the birch-colored Nimbat’s butt was hanging a bit over the edge of the desk, so nothing important got hit with the aftermath of Katell’s orgasm. Some strain was required to keep those legs apart, the last thing she wanted right now was to have her skull crushed by—hm, she’ll have to give that one some thought. Fantasies aside, she gave her fellow Elder a kindly afterglow. Cleaning the area around that reddened trench with a caring tongue, and dipping in occasionally to tickle the tensing and relaxing cunt that tried to make some kind of sense over what just happened.
Katell sank, casting her paws away from her face, and then deflating with a happy sigh. A shiver hit her throat, and it came out as a quivered moan. “You, ah… Y-You…”
The giving party in question peered up and stood, moving on in to hook her arms around her companion. “Say it. I’m the love of your life.”
“Hardly. I was going to say, y-you’re incorrigible at best.”
“Ooouch. You’re gonna have to kiss me to heal my broken heart,” she mused, climbing in again to reassert the looming position she started out with, only this time she was much slower. She peppered and tickled the other girl with a kiss here and there, nibbling on the chest and over the neck, pinching the tiniest nerve fibers to work out the smallest bubbles of pleasure trapped within. “‘Who has ever killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes.’ You think we killed this hour well enough?”
Katell blinked, and had to bite on her tongue to stop her laughter. “You did not read that book. If you did, you would’ve known exactly why that quote would’ve been a terrible thing to say right about now.” She tried pulling Brianna closer, bringing her to an angle where their mouths were on the cusp of meeting once more. Breath was shared, and heat poured down like syrup into their mouths.
The Progression Elder rubbed over the other’s cheek. “Maybe I know just how terrible it is, and thought it’d be funny to say ‘cause it’s a terrible time to.”
Squinting just a bit behind her glasses, the bookish girl grinned, scoffing some. “Brianna. You didn’t read the book. You’re full of shit.” She sat up, being the first to take the kiss and seal it. Her arms tugged her down, down into the embrace, falling into a long kiss to trap the waning pleasure between them, and them alone. Katell moaned, and briefly pulled back to speak.
“Would you mind helping me out after this?”
“Mmh? Uh…yeah, sure.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
Then, they went back to it.
