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28.Aug.23, 05:09 PM
“I can’t tell if you want to embarrass me or yourself more,” Rissa said with a laugh at S’far’s ‘belief’ that locking the door would be unnecessary. In at least one sense he was right—dragonriders, including weyrleadership, had been caught in far more scandalous situations by far worse people than their own immediate juniors. On the other hand, Mulrissa rather prided herself on the air of professionalism she had cultivated over the turns, and while Cazan was hardly going to respect her any less for catching her with S’far under her desk, it was the principle of the thing.
On a third hand—S’far’s, as he pulled her chair closer to him—she simply couldn’t be bothered to get up and cross the room. There was a very attentive man under her desk, after all, and while he would have released her if she’d asked, it really did seem an unnecessary precaution. Very few people would simply barge into her office without knocking and there was a very nice, solid desk between her and the door. She debated flipping her long skirt, which S’far had pushed up to access her thighs, back over his head to conceal him in the folds of the fabric, but decided that was overkill. If someone knocked she could do it before the door opened, Mulrissa was sure.
It would be fine, even if S’far was intent on distracting her until someone did knock on the door. Which, taking into consideration the smirk she could feel against her thigh, it seemed fairly likely he was. Mulrissa was lucky that none of the work on her desk was either important or time sensitive. Still, for the purposes of the game, she set about reading one of the reports on her desk. The writer of the report had already given her all the information in person, and reading it was just a formality at this point, so as S’far moved his mouth along her Rissa could focus more on the sensation of his lips and the hint of stubble against her skin. It also allowed her to spend more effort on keeping her breathing even, knowing the more composure she showed the harder S’far would try to ruin it. If she was going to risk looking unprofessional, might as well make it worth it.
On a third hand—S’far’s, as he pulled her chair closer to him—she simply couldn’t be bothered to get up and cross the room. There was a very attentive man under her desk, after all, and while he would have released her if she’d asked, it really did seem an unnecessary precaution. Very few people would simply barge into her office without knocking and there was a very nice, solid desk between her and the door. She debated flipping her long skirt, which S’far had pushed up to access her thighs, back over his head to conceal him in the folds of the fabric, but decided that was overkill. If someone knocked she could do it before the door opened, Mulrissa was sure.
It would be fine, even if S’far was intent on distracting her until someone did knock on the door. Which, taking into consideration the smirk she could feel against her thigh, it seemed fairly likely he was. Mulrissa was lucky that none of the work on her desk was either important or time sensitive. Still, for the purposes of the game, she set about reading one of the reports on her desk. The writer of the report had already given her all the information in person, and reading it was just a formality at this point, so as S’far moved his mouth along her Rissa could focus more on the sensation of his lips and the hint of stubble against her skin. It also allowed her to spend more effort on keeping her breathing even, knowing the more composure she showed the harder S’far would try to ruin it. If she was going to risk looking unprofessional, might as well make it worth it.
