A/N: Skippable smut, story plot-wise! Unless you are researching their reversed-but-not power dynamics intently. For 'Research Purposes', of course. Fufu~
(And yes, this is still Citra POV this time!)
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For a moment, she just stared down at me as the tip of my tongue wet my bottom lip. The taste of this lipstick isn't atrocious, but it's not exactly the flavor I'm looking to think of with the motion.
"You…"
Her own mouth parted as she breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. I smirked before making a clicking sound with the tip of my tongue so she can't imagine I'm not really here.
"We'll be here a while. You weren't getting off work until later… right? But maybe, just maybe... you'll be getting off once before then anyway, hm?"
Slowly, she pushed her chair back a bit while standing up to her full height. I could only see her legs now, but that was enough to know that her posture was stiff. Like cornered prey or cornered predator.
