, Miho Karasuma / Yurika Doujima, delays
Title: Delays and punishment
Fandom: Witch Hunter Robin
Characters: Miho Karasuma, Yurika Doujima
Party: 1 / 1
Genre: Erotic, Romantic
Alerts: Yuri, Lemon
Word Count: 706
Rating: Red
Notes: yes, my Ciccino, participates in the p0rn fest! And it is also yuri!
"Sorry, Karasuma, can I talk?"
"Ahiahiahi ..." Sakaki rocked in his chair, watching the two women away, closing the bathroom door behind him, the ' only place they knew that their colleagues were not going to listen. The boy turned ironically hacker seriously immersed in his work.
"Do you tear your hair?"
The beat furiously on the keys not stopped for even a second.
"Karasuma is not the girl. But in my opinion is right Doujima to blame for delays to work. "
Sakaki, bored, looked back at his screen.
"In fact three and a half hours of delay are a bit 'too much for her."
Doujima held his arms close to his chest, staring at the almost angry senior colleagues.
"I do not blame me when in public."
Karasuma looked at seriously, thin arched an eyebrow.
"If you insist you do not arrive always late, getting up from bed and who knows what time ignoring the fact that there may be an emergency ... "
But the girl interrupted, waving his hands in the air, impatiently.
"But let's go! Michael would call on the phone if there were any emergencies, "Karasuma
clenched his teeth, absorbing the blow.
"This is not a good excuse for your delay. I hope that tonight you will want to retain at least a little 'more to work. To repair the delay means. "
Doujima But it was the turn of the eyebrows to the proposal as absurd for her. A slight redness ruined the frown of a colleague and, finally, the young hunter had two and two together with a smile.
'You're angry because yesterday I left the office early and I did not call to say goodnight? "
" A country that good night, "Karasuma
spun around, angry: the hand had ; reached the latch of the door when suddenly he had to suppress a groan.
Leaning on his back, Doujima around her waist with one arm, a hand grip on her breast. The girl lowered her voice, almost whimpering.
"I was very tired, sorry ... I can make my now ... " A new
close to the breast, and Karasuma turned slowly, almost reluctantly facing. Doujima kissed her lips tight, letting slip his tongue slowly over them, slowly pushing against the door and returning to tighten breasts.
One by one, the buttons of her blouse Karasuma left of the slots leaving open the chest of the young woman and her white lace bra. Doujima kept her involved in the kiss long enough to make it not complain when his hands slipped under the lace, going to massage her nipples.
He wanted to lift her skirt, but as usual, that his companion was wearing that day was so narrow that probably would be torn if he did, and Doujima knew that if there was one thing that the other hated more than being ignored bra and rolled up underneath her breasts that she had to tear some clothing.
Karasuma thin fingers unbuttoned his trousers the younger colleague, slipping underneath the panties of this. He smiled on the lips of Doujima, pushing her fingers into his intimacy, making her groan heavily, put his arm behind his back to not leave it away from him, torturing, enjoying how she wanted to stifle their voices against his mouth shoulder, moving his pelvis against her.
Doujima blew up on his shoulder, moaning, tightening the muscles around the now completely wet fingers slowly withdrew from her Karasuma.
With a smile, the older colleague pushed against the sink, letting it rests before loosening the grip around her waist. Without forces, Doujima ran a hand through his disheveled hair barely noticing as the other is washing his hands and reset. When looking back on Karasuma now her blouse was in order, as well as the first wisps of hair escaped the perfect hairstyle, and she was already heading for the bathroom door.
"Let me qui così?»
«Non possiamo nemmeno rimanere qui chissà quanto!»
Doujima mise il broncio, richiudendosi i pantaloni.
«Pensavo stessimo iniziando a divertirci...»
«Per divertirci ci sarà tempo dopo, a casa.» La donna piegò la testa sulla spalla, sorridendole a metà tra il divertito e l'ammonitrice. «Se smetti di fare tardi.»
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