At her tugging, Hazama only pressed harder against her. The weight of him was enough to inch her back onto the desk and, with a sweep of his hand, he sent everything that was previously atop it crashing to the floor. Forms fluttered like leaves, paperweights rolled off with muted thuds, and the entirety of the desk was left clear and ready for use. Any protests she may have had were silenced when he opened his mouth against her, that same hand on her thigh reasserting itself to help maneuver her onto his empty desk.
"What's the matter?" He chided, voice somewhat breathless and eyes glowing like embers in the dark. "You don't like it? Well, I don't like doing paperwork. Relax," his hand made a lazy retreat and his fingers uncurled from around her thigh. It remained there, though, like a cold brand against her skin, ever-reminding of his presence and the severity of what they were doing here -- of how far it could go at the drop of a hat. "I was just joking."
From its spot of ruin on the floor, the desk lamp continued to glow. The angle of the light was in such a way to cast shadows on his face and make his otherwise pleasant smile turn sinister. The effect was not unlike children shining lights under their faces in the midst of a horror story.
"If you're uncomfortable, Noel..." And he leaned forward, brushing his lips to hers with the promise of more, but without any pressure. A ghost of a kiss, meant to soothe as much as arouse. "We could always stop." And he could let her alone to pull an all nighter, because he sure as hell wasn't going to cover for her if she couldn't even manage this.
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"What's the matter?" He chided, voice somewhat breathless and eyes glowing like embers in the dark. "You don't like it? Well, I don't like doing paperwork. Relax," his hand made a lazy retreat and his fingers uncurled from around her thigh. It remained there, though, like a cold brand against her skin, ever-reminding of his presence and the severity of what they were doing here -- of how far it could go at the drop of a hat. "I was just joking."
From its spot of ruin on the floor, the desk lamp continued to glow. The angle of the light was in such a way to cast shadows on his face and make his otherwise pleasant smile turn sinister. The effect was not unlike children shining lights under their faces in the midst of a horror story.
"If you're uncomfortable, Noel..." And he leaned forward, brushing his lips to hers with the promise of more, but without any pressure. A ghost of a kiss, meant to soothe as much as arouse. "We could always stop." And he could let her alone to pull an all nighter, because he sure as hell wasn't going to cover for her if she couldn't even manage this.