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"Not now," Cordia mutters from her desk, not bothering to look up at the door to her office. She's been there for… some number of hours. Too many things to deal with today. No time for whatever someone could be knocking on her door for.
The door opens anyway, and she sighs.
"Have you just been sitting here in the dark this whole time?"
Oh.
Evelyn steps through her office, making her way around the room and turning on the couple of lamps in it as she goes.
Cordia does look up, then, as Evelyn turns on the desktop light, right next to her face. "...Can I help you?" Cordia asks, dodging the question. She squints in the sudden, albeit relatively dim, brightness, her slitted pupils narrowing to thin lines.
"You've been in here all day, you know."
"I am most days."
"Do you even know what time it is?"
Cordia tries to sneak a glance at the clock through her periphery. But she can tell by the way Evelyn looks at her, that even that brief pause has given her away. "It doesn't really matter what time it is," she deflects. "I still have things to finish." She gestures, unintentionally sharp, at her desk, and the mess of notes and files strewn atop it.
Evelyn walks around to Cordia's side of the desk, and Cordia follows her with her eyes. Her back straightens as she does, to get a better eyeful of the woman now half-sitting on her workspace.
She does not focus for a very intense moment on the way the wood digs into the back of her pencil skirt.
Evelyn looks down at her, and the expression she seems to be going for is some kind of displeasure. She's probably trying to be stern. Cute .
"And when do you plan on being done?"
Cordia makes a noncommittal sort of noise, clicking her pen in her hand. "Whenever my city's no longer populated by zoo animals, maybe."
Evelyn huffs a good-humored, almost-snort. Cordia likes that sound, and were she in a better mood, she might smile at it. "Well. Even zookeepers clock out at the end of the day, y'know." She slides her hands over the wood behind her, as she leans a little more heavily on the desk. Cordia finds it too easy to watch Evelyn cross her legs. She's wearing dark brown tights. Silken. Near-transparent at her knees and the bulge of her thighs. Cordia clicks her pen again.
Unable to think of anything to say in response, Cordia just makes a sort of grunt, hunching back over her work. Where was she, again…? She'd been in the middle of mentally working through some dispute or something. She scribbles down some of her shorthand, and can feel Evelyn's eyes scouring her notes.
"You have terrible handwriting," Evelyn comments from above her, still standing.
"It's shorthand," Cordia explains curtly. She can feel her focus returning somewhat, despite the other woman only seeming to settle further into her position as chief distraction. She scribbles some more.
"I can see that. Your handwriting is still terrible."
"Are you here to pick a fight with me?" Cordia's accusation is meant genuinely, but surprises herself with the endeared tone with which it leaves her mouth.
"Is that what it would take?"
"For what?"
"For you to be done for the night."
Cordia clicks her pen again. Her focus slips away from her, again. "Sounds like you're being needy right now. Is that it?" She glances at Evelyn from the corner of her eye, wondering how she'll react to that.
Sure enough, she can see Evelyn's cheeks turning pink, flushing with irritation. Her eyebrows push together in that cute way they do. "Oh, sure, god forbid I do anything nice for you. Do you get a kick out of being impossible?" Yes. "I'm not allowed to be sweet, sometimes?"
Cordia pauses, at that.
"...Sorry." Cordia sets down her pen, and interlocks her fingers on the desktop, instead. "It has been… a long day."
It's Evelyn's turn to pause. She's used to the way Cordia likes to find buttons to push. The attempts at genuine emotional connection are… still very new.
"It's… fine," she answers. Drums the fingers of one of her hands along the edge of the desk. "I knew it had been. That's why… I thought you wouldn't mind a distraction."
Cordia turns to look back up at her. Her gaze always has a… calculating feel to it. Considering. Evelyn's isn't always much different, and meets her eyes evenly. "...I don't," Cordia agrees. Not from you, anyway. It would seem.
Evelyn answers with a little hum. She can feel herself relax, her bristles softening. Cordia watches her. She likes watching the subtle shifts in her body language. She doesn't always understand what they all mean, but she likes being able to notice them on a woman as put-together as Evelyn presents herself.
She watches Evelyn turn her attention to Cordia's desk, silently fussing with a few of her items and papers. Is she absentmindedly organizing? That can't be right. Cordia knows what that looks like. She's about to (surely very politely and affectionately and with perfectly sweet inflection) tell her to quit fussing, or at least ask what she's doing, when Evelyn lifts herself slightly, to sit neatly atop the desk. Ah. She was clearing herself a space, then.
It's only when Cordia's eyes meet Evelyn's face that she realizes her attention had been thoroughly drawn elsewhere. How is she supposed to help where her gaze falls when Evelyn's thighs are inches away? The way they squeeze together when she crosses her ankles, the way the meat of them stretches out those tights… Even as Cordia realizes she'd been caught looking, there's no shame in her expression as Evelyn gazes back down at her. Evelyn doesn't seem to mind, either. In fact, she looks… almost puzzled, over something.
"Um, do you…" Evelyn starts. She shifts a little on the desk, just slightly. Now she's acting, what, shy? Cordia watches with even more interest than before. Evelyn starts over. "I think that… I might have a kind of distraction for you. Maybe."
The way Evelyn looks down at her makes Cordia think that she might understand what her game is, here. "You think so?" She answers, easily. She imagines herself standing up out of her chair, and caging Evelyn's thighs between her arms. Sliding a hand under her skirt. Maybe she'd tear up those tights. She'd like the look of it, maybe, but it might not be worth bearing Evelyn's frustration over. …It might, though.
Instead, she leans back, watching. Evelyn's shyness is usually a precursor to her boldness, so Cordia is willing to let this unfold as it will.
"If I tell you what it is, you'll call it a night?"
Cordia hums absently, a noncommittal sort of noise, an instinctual allowance for plausible deniability that she doubts she'll really need. She almost misses the way Evelyn's hand slides over her hip, fingers catching on the hem of that skirt Cordia imagined herself slipping a hand under just a moment ago. Looking back up at her face, her eyebrows are bunched together, and she's doing some funny little thing with her mouth.
Oh, she's embarrassed.
Evelyn speaks again, then, and for the better, since Cordia's resolve to sit back and watch almost broke as she put a finger on Evelyn's expression. And if she'd stood up and taken charge in that moment, then she wouldn't have received such a lovely treat as Evelyn's voice, low in her throat as she fights against feeling small in this big office, perched pretty on the desk— "I want your mouth on me."
A welcome distraction if there ever was one.
"Do you," Cordia says, not really asking. She already has Evelyn writhing in ten different ways in her mind's eye. She reaches for her, as if to pull her into her lap. "Come here," she says.
"Mm-mm," Evelyn hums in the negative, not ready to relinquish the control she thinks she has. (She does, she does have it, but Cordia's stubborn pride is only soothed by the thought that she's just playing along .) "How about you come here ?" It seems she's found her voice again. One of her most treasured delights in this life is this little verbal tug-of-war she plays with Cordia. Every successful yank she manages feels like justice .
Easily, Cordia comes to her. After all, she'd already mapped out this move, just a minute ago. She wears an almost predatory half-smile, and Evelyn thinks to herself that only she is capable of recognizing the playfulness in her expression. Her movements are smooth, calculated, as she indeed cages Evelyn's thighs between her hands, just as she imagined. She feels the wood under her palms, and the way Evelyn's legs uncross, parting her knees to make room for Cordia to slot between them where she stands.
The way they kiss can't quite be described as hungry, they are prouder creatures than that. But the press of their lips is firm, and the way their hands reach up and grab for each other might be called demanding. Like each of them is trying to push and pull the other exactly where she wants her.
"So you were teasing me?" Cordia mutters against the skin of Evelyn's jaw, working her way down her neck.
"Mm, no…" Evelyn's voice loses some of its strength, and she steadies herself with her fingers along Cordia's shoulders. "Why, did something do it for you?" She manages a breathy little chuckle.
Instead of a real response, Cordia answers her with a bite to the lowest point of Evelyn's neck she can reach. Her sweater is decidedly in the way. Cordia dips her fingers beneath the hem of it, pushing upwards. The bulk of it prevents her from pushing the sweater much past Evelyn's waist.
"Should I tease you now ?" Evelyn tries to glance at Cordia, but only manages to lightly nudge their heads together. Her hand lightly trails up between Cordia's shoulder blades, stopping at the nape of her neck. "Should I make you ask me?"
Cordia turns to look at her then, half-glaring at the smug little smile Evelyn meets her with. As often as Evelyn points an accusing finger in her direction, Cordia thinks to herself that Evelyn is her own sort of frustrating woman. Why does she feel the need to challenge her at every turn? Does she just want to see if she can embarrass her? But Evelyn's fingers find their way into Cordia's hair, just lightly massaging the scalp at the base of her braid. Her expression looks a little softer than a moment ago. Oh, lord. She mistook Cordia's glare for pouting.
"...I won't really make you ask," she concedes, her voice just slightly more gentle than before. "Here. You can take it off." She holds her arms halfway up, and Cordia notes that her cheeks pink a little. She won't meet Cordia's eyes. Cute.
Cordia dips her head as she pulls Evelyn's sweater off for her, eagerly starting a trail of bites up her soft skin. It might be a bit of revenge for her attempt at teasing. She's careful enough not to puncture the skin, but that's about as good as she can manage.
The moment her eyes make contact with Evelyn's bare chest will never make her mouth water any less. Her breasts have always been perfect, and it's possible that they've become even more so since their first meeting. Cordia doesn't bother unclasping her bra, just shoves it up out of her way so she can hurry and get her mouth on her girlfriend's perfect fucking tits. Evelyn starts to make a small noise of complaint, which quickly stutters off and breaks at the feeling of that tongue and those teeth back on her.
Cordia toys with her like that for a while, eventually working her way up to the crook of her neck, now satisfied with palming her tits with one of her hands, and continuing her self-assigned task to cover her in red and purple bite marks and bruises. Evelyn squirms on the desk, feeling her tights shff shff as she squeezes her thighs together. She feels in complete disarray, like she's been entirely disassembled and left on the table. She whines, an unconscious decision, as Cordia lathes her tongue over what will be a particularly dark bruise, right at the base of her neck.
"Don't just tease me…"
"I'm not teasing," Cordia argues instinctively. Maybe she is teasing, just a little bit. She slides her hand down Evelyn's side, and finds her way under that pencil skirt. Her long fingers press against her, but she knows it won't be enough through both the panties and tights. Evelyn grinds against her fingers just slightly, deliciously, anyway. "This what you wanted?" Now she's definitely teasing.
"I told you what I want," Evelyn manages, trying not to sound desperate. She wonders if she hasn't soaked all the way through her tights.
"Mm. Remind me." As though Cordia has ever forgotten a single word this woman has ever spoken to her. She presses her fingers a little more firmly, dragging them up and down, encouraging the gentle rocking of Evelyn's hips. She lifts her head to level with Evelyn's gaze.
Cordia hopes the look on Evelyn's face will be engraved into her memory forever. She looks beautiful when she's angry, and she looks beautiful when she's acting shy. It is a rare treat to see her expression when she is both at once.
"I said ," Evelyn starts, trying to make it bite, "to put your mouth on me, damn you." It doesn't bite, not even a little— but that hardly matters when Cordia starts undressing her with machine-like efficiency. She shoves Evelyn's pencil skirt up to sit at her waist, and drags her tights down her thighs. In the moment, it's decidedly not worth an argument to tear them off. And as a bonus, this gives her more time to watch Evelyn squirm, as her hands pull the sheer fabric over her calves. Throws her sensible little two-inch heels to the floor, while she's at it.
Evelyn moves her hands to rest behind her, leaning back as Cordia dips her head down to drag her teeth over her hip bone. She rests a hand on Evelyn's stomach, the other gliding up to the underside of her thigh, holding her leg in the air, exposing her. Her soft skin has so much delectable give under Cordia's rough fingertips. Evelyn's breaths are fast, her fingers curling against the wooden desk. She can't settle on any place to look— this feels a little more embarrassing than she'd anticipated, as Cordia works her over, laid out atop her work desk.
Perhaps luckily for Evelyn, Cordia is not the most patient lover. It only takes another moment until she feels hot breaths between her legs. She spares a glimpse, then, and it would seem Cordia's found herself back in her chair. She lifts Evelyn's thighs up to rest on her shoulders, and Evelyn gasps shallowly as she feels Cordia's tongue push past her folds.
Cordia lets out a breath through her nose, almost like a sigh of relief as she's instantly rewarded with a gush of hot juice sliding down her tongue. Evelyn groans, finding Cordia's hair with one of her hands and clutching at it near instantly. Cordia growls, but lets her.
Cordia eats pussy like she does every other thing in her life. Calculatedly, thoroughly, and violently. She makes little noise, little mess, and takes thorough pleasure in watching as her partner unravels beneath her. As Evelyn unravels beneath her. Her eyes are trained upwards, watching those soft, lightly bruised tits heave and shift. Watching Evelyn's eyebrows pinch, her mouth falling open. Cordia watches as Evelyn braces herself, feeling her heels dig against her back as she starts fucking grinding her pussy against Cordia's face. Fuck.
Cordia's mindful of her teeth as she moves her mouth back and forth across Evelyn's clit, dipping her tongue back down to tease her hole every so often. Evelyn is damn near fucking her face, as she rolls her hips and clutches at Cordia's hair. She has half a mind to stand up, grab that hand, and remind her who between them is in control. But the taste of her, the smell of her, the feeling of her soft inner thighs brushing against her cheeks is driving her fucking wild. So she lets it be.
"There you go," Evelyn encourages her. As though she needs it. "Fuck." Cordia shuts her eyes, then, and immerses herself in the physical sensations of Evelyn's pleasure against her.
It doesn't feel like much time passes until she hears a whine bubble up in Evelyn's throat. "Just- just like that," she breathes. "Don't you stop," as if she would ever, Cordia thinks. So bossy. "I-I'm almost—"
Cordia growls into Evelyn's cunt as she comes undone, clutching wildly at Cordia's hair like she's unsure whether to hold her there or push her away. She shudders, and Cordia can feel the tension in her legs dissipate as she does ultimately decide to push her away. Cordia looks up at her, wiping her mouth absently with the back of her hand, and catches Evelyn smiling down at her.
Evelyn takes a second to catch her shuddering breath, but she seems to have recovered quickly. She's already hoisting herself upright when she speaks. "Alright. Your turn," she says.
"Uh, no," Cordia brushes her off quickly, "I don't think so." Evelyn looks too excited. "You've had your fun, you've distracted me enough."
"It wasn't a distraction," Evelyn peers down at her. "You said you would be done for the night."
"Did I?"
"You did. Would I lie?"
The pause Cordia gives is enough of an acknowledgement.
"Right," Evelyn continues. "So, you're done working. You're mine for the rest of the night." She reaches a hand down, and hooks her fingers around one of the straps of Cordia's tank top.
"I'm yours, am I?" Cordia raises an eyebrow, masking her amusement as Evelyn toys with and tugs at her shirt.
"I'm not repeating myself to stroke your ego." Evelyn slides off the desk, planting her feet carefully before Cordia. "Now," she runs her hand firmly over one of Cordia's shoulders, the other resting firmly on an arm of the desk chair. "You're going to stand up, pack your things if you need to, and turn off your lights while I resituate myself. And then you're going to take me to your room so I can have my wicked way with you." She rights herself with another smile, barely holding back a laugh. "Am I made clear?"
"Or," Cordia starts, standing up out of her chair before Evelyn can move away. She snatches her by the waist with both hands. "Skip all that, I take you to my room, and fuck you long enough that you forget you wanted anything else?"
Evelyn's pulse jumps, and she's sure Cordia doesn't miss the way her face flushes in the low light. But graciously, she doesn't mention it. It wouldn't be in the spirit of their game. Cordia just studies her as she hums, leveling her gaze. "We both know I usually get what I want." She raises a hand up over Cordia's back and over her neck, lightly grazing over her baby hairs. "Let's call it a bet."
Cordia scoffs, feeling very much like she was built from the ground up to love the woman in front of her. "Deal."