Fifty Shades of Green Ω Locked to failazure

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It's slow.

Really, really, slow.

And boring.

Separately, these things wouldn't be of any consequence to Hazama, but combined... well. There was only so much he could do to keep himself distracted, which may or may not include terrorizing the newest batch of NOL officers, fresh from graduation day and green in more ways than one. You'd think they'd have learned by now not to hover around him like a pack of dogs waiting for a bone, but alas. Hard to teach a puppy new tricks, or some shit like that.

After sending away the last boring square off on some mission to find the hair of a gremlin ("no, it exists, trust me -- are you really going to disobey the orders of a superior officer, hm?"), Hazama reclined lazily in his seat and propped his feet up on his desk. Slow days were the worst. There was almost nothing to do to keep him from tearing his hair out and, seeing as how he liked his hair, that was saying something about the state of his boredom.

Hazama glanced briefly at the clock. He ran through a specific lieutenant's schedule in his head, and with a small curve of his lips leaned forward and hit the button on his intercom.

"Paging Miss Noel Vermillion... Miss Noel Vermillion, please report to Captain Hazama's office ASAP. That's as soon as possible, I repeat, as soon. As. Possible."

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She had already agreed to kiss him, but the sudden twist in the contract threw Noel through a loop; one that she would not be able to break free from now, she realized. The heated change of the atmosphere left her momentarily stunned, and she found it difficult now, of all times, to make any sort of retort as the finger grazed her cheek. The leer sent waves of shivers down her spine--

That was when Noel realized that Captain Hazama was even more intimidating when he felt like being intimate.

"Something more?" The blonde practically squeaked out, her eyes never once leaving his as she was helplessly led to the edge of his work desk. No matter where she was now in this room, she was trapped. Trapped, and with no escape in sight -- with no one to really blame but herself. Her backside against the wood, Noel pressed up against it as far as she could. What with Hazama quickly closing in on her, the reality of the situation was finally beginning to hit her; that reality being that she really had no idea what she was getting herself into. Clearing her throat, she continued.

"What are you talking about?" Strange. It was getting harder for her to talk much louder. Maybe it had something to do with a certain green-haired individual getting in her face. "I... I don't know what you're..."

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"Don't worry." His hands were already sliding over her hips, the caress as intimate as a lover's but lacking the raw emotion behind it. In a sharp, jerking movement he'd pressed them closer together with his long fingers spread wide over the expanse of her back and threatening to overtake her completely. There was just the barest press of nails digging into her uniform, but it just as quickly disappeared, replaced instead with the pressure of his fingertips.

"I'm sure when the time comes for it, you'll know exactly what I mean. Baby steps." And oh if that thought doesn't fill him with a strange mixture of satisfaction and disgust. Pretty, naive, little Noel, strung along so easily like a puppet on a string. If he'd known it had been this simple he probably would have..

Actually, no. He probably wouldn't have done this before, if only for the fact he hadn't had a need or want to. To him, Noel would always be a thing, and the only way he'd subject himself to fraternizing with a thing would be for his own amusement. In this case, blackmailing Noel into a situation he knew she had zero experience in.

"I know you can't tell, but my eyes are closed, if that makes things easier."

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"Ah..." She whimpered in response to his words, as though she was seriously considering whether or not it did make the situation any easier. Honestly? No. But for now, she could pretend it did to make this awkward transition any easier. All of it felt too surreal and sudden, but the lieutenant couldn't help but wonder if there really wasn't any need to worry, and the one overreacting was Noel herself -- Captain Hazama seemed completely at ease. Then again... no, nevermind.

Soothing as those words were (Soothing?), and though she continued to reason with herself, nothing prepared the lieutenant for the feel of wandering hands. Sliding across the fabric of her outfit and feeling down to her curves -- there was something both horrible and good about that touch that made Noel shiver. With nowhere else to go to, she made a haphazard effort to cling onto the man, her mind pooling with all sorts of thoughts as that already apparent blush made it look almost as if Hazama was holding a human-shaped cherry.

If I get it over with now... will it end quicker?

She continued to squirm uncomfortably from under him, breath held as she tried to reach some sort of decision. Like she had much choice at this point. Taking another peak up at his face and deducing he must have had his eyes closed, the grip she already had on his shirt grew even tighter.

"P-Please," She made one last second attempt to plead with him. "Don't do anything weird!"

And that was the last thing Noel uttered before shutting her eyes tight, leaning up and (awkwardly) pressing her lips against Hazama's.

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Weird? Oh, if only you knew...

The room had long since been cast into a shade of darkness that seemed thicker due to what was going on. Oppressive and smothering, it pressed down all around them, subdued only by the little light thrown off by Hazama's desk lamp. A fitting atmosphere, considering where he intended to take Noel's innocent little gesture tonight.

... What was he saying. From the very beginning he hadn't intended this to be innocent in the slightest. Noel? Nothing more than a dancing puppet, and Hazama held the strings.

His every move is calculated, designed not only to coax her trust but to entice, to lure her in only to rip her apart. The press of her lips to his was soft, and he used this to deepen the kiss, to encourage her into deepening it of her own volition and give in in more ways than one. His lips part ever so slightly in a way that would part her own. He's not insistent so much as guiding, quietly saying here, like this or this way, Noel with each brush of his lips to hers.

He could be romantic. He could lie so easily and whisper sweet things to her, compliment her flat chest or her fat thighs, tell her she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. He could be all that and so much more, but--- really. Why make it any easier for Noel? He was already debasing himself enough as it was even if he didn't quite see it like that.

The hand on her cheek is there only because the gesture is so close to strangling his precious Murakumo Unit that he can manage it without difficulty. In this his feelings are conflicted, because the idea of filling her with such torment at enjoying this gives him enough glee to nearly forget what she was and who she was.

Make the choice, Hazama, you can either throw yourself into this shitstorm or take a backseat.

It wasn't long before the hand on her back slides down, sliding along the outside of her hip before curving around the back of her leg and and curling fingers around her inner thigh. So close, just two seconds away from being inappropriate, but he's deepening the kiss and effectively silencing any protests that may happen to arise.

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If only she knew, indeed.

Cute, little Noel Vermillion didn't know a thing about love. As Hazama held her this close -- so close that it almost felt suffocating -- Noel couldn't help but wonder if there some sort of meaning behind this. A meaning she hadn't quite yet realized.

As their lips parted, moving fervently, and sweet whispers prickling her ears, her heart grew heavy. It didn't truly hit her, not really; that up to this point she'd never been kissed before. She'd never experienced this sort of intimacy, innocent though it may seem. It wasn't the same as her parents kissing her goodnight. It wasn't the same as Makoto creeping into her bed for some platonic cuddling because she looked so "lonely". This was... different. Maybe, for that reason, Noel desperately wanted to trust Hazama just this once. Hope that these actions were for some greater good in his mind.

Noel was lost. Those very same actions that were being thrust upon her left her feeling lost in her own thoughts. The movement of her lips seemed almost mechanical against his own, complying with every little instruction of movement -- like a puppet on strings.

And somehow, as crazy as it seemed, she couldn't help but consider this notion being not as horrifying as she originally suspected. Even in the stifling darkness that surrounded the pair, the arms that secured her against their owner made her feel strangely... safe.

Were her thoughts betraying her? Was Noel that sick for something other than the lifeless interaction she dealt with on a daily basis in the office?

It was not until she felt the very same hand that had her feeling safe move lower and lower that she snapped out of the conflicting thoughts. Again, she began to feel hopelessly unsure. Yet, despite wanting to protest, Hazama seemed rather persistent in shutting her up.

She nearly jumped out of his hold at the feeling of cold fingertips curling around the warmth of her thigh. Noel's eyes shot open, darting around nervously as she began to tug at his clothing. No, no! This is too fast! would be something she would say if she could actually speak.

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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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The loud crash that used to be Hazama's paperwork garners no trust from Noel; on the contrary, the captain should have realized that such a brash action would produce the sort of response Noel was characterized with -- that is, the small shriek and the jump into the nearest person she could reach for; in this case, Hazama. She couldn't see for herself, but the sudden change in lighting was enough to give her an idea what had occurred behind them, all washed away momentarily as their kiss was suddenly deepened; further and further they went, and Noel wasn't so sure how much more of this she could actually handle.

It was all very ridiculous. Two and two hadn't yet been put together, and Noel was certain the act of destroying his entire workload it was some ploy to make her afraid. Perhaps it was, in fact, but as he hoisted her up onto the now barren desk, she began to have second thoughts.

Noel wasn't stupid, either. Not entirely. His hands reaching for places that should have been strictly off-limits was one thing, but the sudden disaster of paperwork on the floor and those glowing eyes and leering smile that already made her feel exposed was like a red-alert sounding off in her head.

Silly as it was, the lieutenant still wanted to believe this wasn't leading in a direction she absolutely wasn't prepared for. And she wasn't prepared. Absolutely not. Hazama was the last person she ever wanted to do this with! He was rude, intimidating, weird, and any other negative adjective someone could come up with for the green-haired captain! So then, why did the thought of going even further make her so curious?

His lips glides across her own once more, and in that instance she shudders, the heat surrounding her face intensifying by the second. Bad decisions were going to be made, she realized after the fact that she had nearly reached for it again on impulse. Very, very bad decisions.

"H-How would you feel?" She tried to feign, because Noel Vermillion certainly never was an open book to be easily read, no sir. "I've never done this before... you would feel all weird, too!"

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He wasn't surprised, to say the least. Noel had always proven a proverbial thorn in his side whenever he actually wanted to do something, and he shouldn't have expected this time to be any different. The only difference between now and then was that it was so damn easy to make her want this, to stroke a finger over her cheek and gaze into those wide blue eyes, to whisper lover's promises against the warmth of her flesh.

"Don't worry," he lied against her cheek. "Everything will be okay." He slid a gloved hand over her adorably plump thigh and squeezed hard enough to leave imprints with her fingers. Maneuvering it a fraction wider, he pressed himself against her, chest to chest, buckle scraping over her lower half in a way that was meant to be more assertive than arousing. He knew she wouldn't get hot just from this. She was too naive for that, after all. So he left it up to the pads of his fingers, the press of his lips, each movement carefully orchestrated to seduce rather than to control. Though, really, he thought with a sort of giddy delight, in this situation they were practically one in the same.

"Why don't you go ahead and tell me what you have done?" That way he knew what to work toward... or away from. "You know... So I have something to go on." His lips found their way to the spot just under her ear and he grazed the column of her lovely neck with his teeth.

If he wasn't careful, this could turn into a guilty pleasure he would have an insatiable appetite for. It was the equivalent to messing around with an inanimate object, but still -- he was never one to deny himself any sort of pleasure. He practically thrived on feeling good, after all.

"Go ahead, Noel." His murmur was more a low hum against her. It was barely audible to be heard beyond the door. "Tell me what you want."

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Too much was happening at once; for Noel, at least, it felt like a sudden influx of sensory overload. Though she more than likely didn't understand the true meaning of the phrase, surely what the captain was doing to her was close to it. His touch, his voice, his scent -- even his taste -- it was almost too much for her to take in. Her obvious inexperience was to blame; the simple touches of his hand to her cheek, and the squeeze of her thighs -- it was all driving her mad with a sense of want, but she was still too shy and quite too embarrassed to ever openly admit that what he was doing was feeling good.

"I..." She trailed off, a wince and some strange noise she's never heard escape her lips as his mouth glided along her neck. Her breathing hitched, and Noel found herself grabbing at Hazama again as he continued to give her more and more of what she was beginning to like. Had her neck always been so sensitive?

"I--" Come on, Noel. Breathe. "--D-Don't... ask things like that...!"

Her voice sounded weak. And very quickly she, too, was becoming physically weak herself. Had it not been for her position on the desk, her legs would have given out by now and Captain Hazama would have to deal with an incompetent officer at his feet (not that he would mind at this point).

The sad truth of the matter was that she didn't know how to answer. Noel was neither a total prude nor completely dense of how her body worked; the question of what she's done only helped to make her feel guilty, and as far as she was concerned there was no way she would ever honestly answer such a thing.

So maybe she was a bit of a prude.

"Let's just," it was more of a whimper than a command, the way she worded it. "Keep, um..."

Miraculously, she managed to move herself away from those enticing lips... only to reach down again and capture them for herself once more. In a manner that was almost unlike herself, she reached out, eyes scrunching shut uncomfortably as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Like this, right? Anything but having to answer to him.