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Clorinde wasn’t reckless. She found comfort in routine and preferred consistency over spontaneity. She would arrive at Palais Mermonia at the same time every morning, always fifteen minutes early because being early was on time and being on time was late. Without fail, she would sharpen her selected sword after every single duel. She would regularly clean and polish her pistol, a single blemish on the weapon already too much.
That was and always has been Clorinde. The training of the Marechaussee Hunters was steeped into every fiber of her being. She was regimented, and some would even go as far as saying to a fault. To her, her commitment was the reason for her success. Few could compare to her in Fontaine, and maybe even Teyvat as a whole. Her ranking as the top Champion Duelist didn’t come from lack of effort. No, it came from hard work and commitment. Although everyone knew her to be like this, there was only one that caused her to falter. And only one to know who she truly was.
“Navia, must you touch everything?” she asked, not looking up from the ink flowing from the quill with each fluid stroke on the parchment. The last of her reports were nearly complete and in all honesty, would have been done if not for the presence of the Spina di Rosula President.
“Must you be so tense? Your vacation should have started an hour ago,” the blonde pointed out.
Clorinde sighed, placing the quill into the ink pot. She bent her arm on the surface of the desk, her left cheek coming to rest in her palm. “There are last-minute reports that need to be finalized before I take my leave,” she explained.
“They should have submitted them earlier,” Navia countered. She strolled up to the mounted swords on the wall, the pads of her fingers glossing over the smooth, polished metal of one of them.
Clorinde’s eyes trailed over the woman, taking in the luxurious waves of her hair, the intricacies of her dress, and the simple sliver of skin that peeked out near her lower back. She worried her lower lip, the woman proving to be a constant distraction without even purposefully meaning to be.
“They can’t fault you for their delay. There should be someone capable of completing them on your behalf if needed,” Navia stated, her fair hand coming to grasp the hilt of one of the swords, but not removing it from its mount.
“I’m almost finished. Please be patient and then we can leave for tea.”
Navia glanced over her shoulder, meeting Clorinde’s amethyst eyes that silently pleaded with the blonde. The simple look seemed to achieve what was needed though as Navia cocked her head to the side coyly.
“Fine,” she acquiesced as she withdrew her hand from the sword. She pivoted, squaring herself to Clorinde.
“Thank you,” Clorinde responded, picking up her quill and returning to her work.
The duelist ignored the sound of Navia’s heels clacking against the wood flooring as she wandered about. Navia went over to the window, her deft fingers untying the golden ropes that held the cornflower blue curtains open. They fell swiftly, preventing the sunlight from filtering into the office, leaving it only lit by the standing candelabras stationed in each corner of the space.
“Navia,” Clorinde reprimanded as she furrowed her brow. She continued to write though, the shadows of the quill moving now flickering along with the flames of the candles.
The blonde didn’t respond verbally, instead, Clorinde felt the woman’s hands fall onto her shoulders. Clorinde initially tensed as Navia kneaded them, her grip warm and persistent. She couldn’t help but allow her eyes to drift shut and her head drifted back, relaxing into the woman's attentive touch.
“Keep working,” Navia whispered close to Clorinde’s ear. A shiver ran down her spine, the hunter’s breath hitching from the airiness of her partner’s voice. “Don’t get distracted,” the blonde directed.
Clorinde bit into her lower lip as she tried to focus on the work in front of her, but Navia’s touch steadily grew stronger, massaging the aches and stress from her shoulders with ease. But it wasn’t until Navia’s hand drifted to the side of Clorinde’s neck that the duelist’s hand truly faltered. A single digit pulled her collar to the side, Navia’s lips ghosting over the sensitive skin, her breath tickling the shell of her ear.
The dark-haired woman held back from releasing a frustrated groan as she noted the slight error in her penmanship. It wasn’t drastic, but it also wasn’t up to par with how she usually performed her duties. She forged on though, determined to not be interrupted by Navia’s actions.
“If you didn’t stay late, we’d already be done with our tea and back home,” Navia noted between kisses. “Imagine all the things we could have been doing.” One of Navia’s arms wrapped around Clorinde’s chest, her hand caressing the duelist’s cheek while the other drifted down her shapely side. Navia’s hand continued downward until it halted low on her stomach. She pressed firmly, causing Clorinde’s hand to slide to the right, the tip of her quill dragging across the parchment.
“Navia,” she reprimanded again as she placed the quill down, the ink dripping and seeping into the parchment that was now ruined. She’d have to redo the report, delaying the start of her vacation even further.
Clorinde’s slender fingers wrapped around Navia’s wrist, guiding her hand away from her stomach. The duelist pushed her seat back enough so that she could stand. She wanted to tell Navia that she needed to leave her office, but before she could straighten herself properly, Navia pushed her back down into the seat. The woman rounded her, settling between Clorinde and her desk.
“Leave it,” Navia said as she languidly ran her hands down Clorinde’s shoulders until they landed on her ample chest. Navia leaned in, her lips brushing against Clorinde’s ear as she spoke. “We could start your vacation sooner.”
Clorinde had to stifle the moan that was about to escape as the tip of Navia’s tongue dragged along the shell of her ear before she started to suckle at the soft lobe. At the same time, the woman pawed at her breasts, the perfectly pressed fabric of her white blouse wrinkling with each caress.
“Navia,” Clorinde sighed. This wasn’t routine. This wasn’t something they’d ever done before. But Clorinde would be lying if she said she didn’t want it. She’d been working so much to try and prepare for her leave, that she was well aware she’d been neglecting her girlfriend. It wasn’t a surprise that Navia was finally at her breaking point, even if it did mean being reckless to the point of doing something so risque in Clorinde’s workplace.
Navia trailed kisses along Clorinde’s jawline before placing a tender kiss on the corner of Clorinde’s mouth. She pulled back and gazed down at the duelist. The blonde lifted a hand, cupping Clorinde’s chin as her thumb teased the woman’s soft lips. Gently, Navia eased her finger past parted lips, the pad of it meeting Clorinde’s tongue. Without hesitation, Clorinde suckled on the digit, her tongue teasing the pad of it as her amethyst eyes narrowed, her pupils dilating with each passing second.
“If only people knew this side of you,” Navia gasped, her eyes half-lidded as she bit into her lower lip. “You’re such a good girl,” she praised. “So obedient.”
Clorinde moaned softly, her eyes drifting shut as Navia pushed her thumb deeper into the depths of her searing mouth. She felt her center pulse with need, a reminder of how easily Navia could arouse her even in places she knew they shouldn’t engage in such activity.
“You think you can be quiet?” Navia asked as she gingerly withdrew her thumb from Clorinde’s mouth, a single thread of spit stretching before snapping.
Clorinde nodded, her heart racing and pulse pounding in her ears. Navia smirked at her, the ocean of her eyes clouded by a raging storm of need. She wasn’t always like this, their proclivities varied depending on their moods and what each sought. Oftentimes, Clorinde would take the lead, to worship and please Navia in every way, but she wasn’t opposed to Navia doing the same, especially in moments like this. The Spina di Rosula President was undeniably sexy in these situtations where she’d take control and command the space. It allowed Clorinde to let go, to relinquish power that she often didn’t have a chance to as a Champion Duelist.
“Good,” Navia responded as she began untying the ribbon that housed Clorinde’s vision to remove it. Once done, she placed it on the desk behind her and proceeded to undo the buttons of Clorinde’s blouse.
The duelist’s hands settled on the sliver of teasing, soft skin of Navia’s upper thighs. She slipped past the frills and smooth fabric of her skirt. Clorinde wanted to pull the blonde onto her lap, to kiss her properly, but Navia had other plans.
With each button of her shirt undone, Navia opened it, revealing the lacy, navy bra beneath. She then tugged down on the cups, releasing Clorinde’s supple breasts, the peaks of them taut from meeting the cool air of the office. Clorinde gasped as Navia’s head dipped and her mouth wrapped around one of her nipples. As the blonde sucked, the tip of her tongue flicked the sensitive bud, causing the duelist’s back to arch, her chest pressing into the woman’s wet mouth.
Navia hummed as she teased Clorinde’s other nipple with deft fingers. Clorinde’s hands had left Navia’s hips and instead, were tangled into the woman’s soft waves. She held her close, her mouth slightly agape. Pleasure bloomed from her breasts, snaking its way downward before pooling at her center. She felt her arousal gathering in her underclothes, her need for the blonde undeniable.
“Navia,” Clorinde gasped when she felt the tease of sharp teeth nip at the hardened peak of her breast. She bit hard into her lower lip as Navia left her nipple and suckled at the curve of her breast. Clorinde threw her head back when Navia’s hand grasped her thigh, her nails tearing through the fabric of her nylon tights.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” Navia praised as she kissed her way down Clorinde’s body. She knelt before the duelist, her hands easing Clorinde’s skirt upward until it was bunched high on her hips.
Clorinde’s hips canted as soon as she felt Navia’s lips against her inner thigh, only her tights blocking her from feeling her velvety lips directly. Navia gazed up at Clorinde, her sky-blue eyes filled with affection as she leaned her cheek against her thigh, her nails ripping away at the thin fabric. Clorinde felt her face heat up, knowing that a flush was evident on her cheeks and most likely running down her neck to her chest.
“Be quiet, love,” Navia whispered before moving her hands inward, grasping at the nylon covering her center. She didn’t have to pull hard for the threads to come undone, revealing her lacy underclothes that matched her bra. With a hooked finger, Navia pulled the thin cloth aside, nestling in closer to trail the tip of her heated tongue through Clorinde’s damp folds. She continued with feather-light touches, each one teasing and artfully edging the duelist.
“Don’t tease,” Clorinde tried as she brushed Navia’s hair from her face to keep it out of the way.
Navia pulled back and gazed at Clorinde with a cockiness that would look ill-mannered on anyone else, but for her, it was endearing and caused Clorinde’s inner walls to clench around nothing.
“You weren’t in a rush earlier, so I’m going to take my time,” Navia stated, her words unhurried. “I’m going to savor this. Indulge myself. Don’t make a sound or I will stop.”
Clorinde couldn’t respond, her thoughts leaving her as Navia’s tongue trailed upward in broad strokes. Now and again, she’d linger on the duelist’s clit, circling it, but never touching the sensitive bud directly. Clorinde rolled her hips forward, her hand in Navia’s hair more persistent as she silently begged for more. The other was locked on the armrest of the chair, her knuckles pale from the tight grip.
Her dark hair cascaded down the back of the chair, strands of it falling free from her low ponytail to frame her rosy face. She worried her lower lip, her eyes clenched shut as she focused completely on the sensations of Navia’s mouth on her core. She was dripping at this point, the blonde lapping up every drop of her arousal.
Navia hummed, her nails biting into the supple flesh of Clorinde’s thighs, the skin dimpling. “So good,” Navia moaned, her mouth never leaving Clorinde.
Clorinde was completely overwhelmed, her heart thrumming against her bared chest that rose and fell rapidly. A small part of her was worried that a moan would escape her, and someone passing by would hear her. She knew there was a low chance of this due to it being later in the day, but the idea of getting caught actually added to her arousal. Her hand left the armrest, shooting to her mouth and she bit into the back of it, preventing herself from making a noise.
Navia didn’t miss this and to add to her already mounting pleasure, she finally focused on Clorinde’s clit. She flicked her tongue back and forth, Clorinde’s hips jerking and adding more pressure to the action. Her legs naturally spread wider, allowing as much space to Navia as possible. And the blonde didn’t disappoint. One hand drifted from her Clorinde’s thigh and a single finger teased her soaked entrance.
“Please,” Clorinde gasped ever so quietly. “Navia, please.”
To her relief, Navia didn’t tease. She eased a finger inside, Clorinde’s silky walls accepting her without resistance from being so worked up. Navia hesitated to sink further into Clorinde though, only using the tip of her finger to stimulate the duelist. As good as it felt, it also made Clorinde want more. She wanted Navia to fill her and take her as she pleased. But instead, Navia was stoking her gently like the kindling of a fire, careful not to overwhelm and cause the flame to dissipate.
This continued for a torturous amount of time until Clorinde’s legs were trembling and a damp spot had pooled on the seat of the intricate cypress chair. Clorinde rocked her hips forward, Navia’s finger finally sinking deeper until she was fully within the duelist. The dark-haired woman curled in on herself, the pleasure so intense that she felt as if she would implode if it were to go on any longer. Both her hands tangled into Navia’s hair and held her as close as possible.
Navia wasn’t daft, she knew that her girlfriend was close and that was clear when her tongue moved faster and she sunk a second finger into her. She curled her fingers just right, the duelist’s mouth dropping open in a silent scream as every muscle in her body began to tense. She was racing toward the precipice, her focus completely on the high of falling over the edge of pleasure.
Her eyes were clenched so tightly, the tension in her body coiled and so ready to spring forth, but without warning Navia withdrew. Her mouth left Clorinde and she withdrew her drenched fingers. Clorinde watched with a conflicted expression as Navia licked her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving the duelist. A devious smile worked its way across the blonde’s face as she stood from the floor. She blindly reached out, picking up her hat from the desk to put it atop her head. She strolled away from Clorinde, her tantalizing hips swaying with each step.
“Why–”
“Are you ready for tea now?” Navia asked as she grabbed her parasol that was propped by the door to the office. She glanced over her shoulder at Clorinde, who was disheveled and still trying to comprehend everything that had happened.
“Are you serious right now?” Clorinde asked as her eyes dropped to take in the state of her clothing. Her skirt was still high on her waist, her tights a complete mess and her lower half was soaked from her own releases. She was still wound up, yet it was clear that Navia had no plans to let her come yet.
“There’s extra tights in the bottom drawer of your desk. I put them there the last time I was here,” Navia informed. “Clean yourself up and I’ll see you outside.”
"Navia–"
"Be patient, love. Once you leave, we can truly begin your vacation." She shot Clorinde a coy smile before unlocking the door to exit her office swiftly, leaving no space for rebuttal.
It wasn’t until the heavy door thumped closed that Clorinde let her shoulders sag and the tension in her body relaxed a little. She sighed heavily as it dawned on her that Navia had planned this whole thing from the beginning. The fact that she had already prepared new tights for her a week ago indicated that as such. Clearly, this was punishment for the duelist's negligence the past few weeks.
After another minute of collecting herself, she finally began to undress to change her tights and become presentable once more. It took her some time due to her boots and thigh garters, but as soon as she was back to her composed self, she stared intently at the last report that she hadn’t finished. She worried her lower lip as she fitted her white gloves onto her hands.
“A short delay won’t cause too much issue,” she mumbled to herself. She grabbed her bycocket before exiting her office to start her well-deserved and much-needed break. The duelist was sure that whatever Navia had in store for them this evening would be the beginning of an unforgettable vacation.