The Dapper Mog
Junior Member
Julianna
A rush or adrenaline. A fresh drip of dopamine. Smell of sweat and something akin to lust. Surprise. Julianna herself was taken back by her brash behavior. She sas usually more composed. Calm and concise. But her need overpowered her judgment. A brief feeling of weightlessness, heavy breathing, a sensation on her neck that sent tingles down her spine. Was this really happening? How long had it been? How many lonely nights had she spent missing the touch of another person? Since HE left. Since before this apocalyptic mess started. The woman's mind raced with possibilities, noting every sensation as though she would never experience them again. The sound of the papers hitting the floor barely registered, and Julianna's painted lips (she still liked her makeup) parted as her voice caught, the faintest hint of sound escaping in a light exhale.
Then the other woman stopped, her gaze meeting her own. A moment of understanding as her mind came back to reality. They were still in the office, a barely private location that was available to several people at virtually any time. Not ideal for a late night rendezvous. This moment gave her a second to contemplate as the other woman spoke to her. Her mind again raced through many things. Answers, past experiences, vivid images of the woman in front of her. Julianna's hand rose to clutch Bella's, almost as if she was subconsciously making certain the contact was real. That she was real. Her mouth still slightly agape as though the pleasure centers of her brain were in shock, she simply nodded for a moment.
"Y-yeah, yeah, you're right. Uhm, probably best not to do it here. I can ask Binna, I don't think she'll mind watching Calliope for tonight." With that said she dropped down from the desk, straightening out her top that was now off kilter.
"I'll ask her, hold on." Julianna spoke softly, a little embarrassed about the state she was in and how much like a blushing school girl she must look.
In a hurry, she moved to the door, clearing her throat as she opened it up and stepped out. Surprisingly, she actually saw Binna pretty quickly. She was apparently in the middle of cleaning and now she was speaking with someone. One of the newcomers. Andrew, was it? She exhaled slowly as though she were rehearsing a speech in her head, moving over to her.
"Uhm, hey, Binna. Dr. Roberts, excuse me. Do you think you could watch Calliope for me tonight? Something has come up and I could use the uhm...the coverage." The words were fairly right, but her nervousness and undoubtedly the disheveled look were likely still fairly obvious.
Plus, Binna always had a way of reading her like a book. Julianna kind of hoped that she wouldn't this time on account of potential embarrassment, but then she also noticed Binna had the look of someone having a bad day. Binna was also a strong woman, so if something was up, it must have been big. Maybe it would be best to put this off? Or at least not bother Binna with it.
Josh
A rush or adrenaline. A fresh drip of dopamine. Smell of sweat and something akin to lust. Surprise. Julianna herself was taken back by her brash behavior. She sas usually more composed. Calm and concise. But her need overpowered her judgment. A brief feeling of weightlessness, heavy breathing, a sensation on her neck that sent tingles down her spine. Was this really happening? How long had it been? How many lonely nights had she spent missing the touch of another person? Since HE left. Since before this apocalyptic mess started. The woman's mind raced with possibilities, noting every sensation as though she would never experience them again. The sound of the papers hitting the floor barely registered, and Julianna's painted lips (she still liked her makeup) parted as her voice caught, the faintest hint of sound escaping in a light exhale.
Then the other woman stopped, her gaze meeting her own. A moment of understanding as her mind came back to reality. They were still in the office, a barely private location that was available to several people at virtually any time. Not ideal for a late night rendezvous. This moment gave her a second to contemplate as the other woman spoke to her. Her mind again raced through many things. Answers, past experiences, vivid images of the woman in front of her. Julianna's hand rose to clutch Bella's, almost as if she was subconsciously making certain the contact was real. That she was real. Her mouth still slightly agape as though the pleasure centers of her brain were in shock, she simply nodded for a moment.
"Y-yeah, yeah, you're right. Uhm, probably best not to do it here. I can ask Binna, I don't think she'll mind watching Calliope for tonight." With that said she dropped down from the desk, straightening out her top that was now off kilter.
"I'll ask her, hold on." Julianna spoke softly, a little embarrassed about the state she was in and how much like a blushing school girl she must look.
In a hurry, she moved to the door, clearing her throat as she opened it up and stepped out. Surprisingly, she actually saw Binna pretty quickly. She was apparently in the middle of cleaning and now she was speaking with someone. One of the newcomers. Andrew, was it? She exhaled slowly as though she were rehearsing a speech in her head, moving over to her.
"Uhm, hey, Binna. Dr. Roberts, excuse me. Do you think you could watch Calliope for me tonight? Something has come up and I could use the uhm...the coverage." The words were fairly right, but her nervousness and undoubtedly the disheveled look were likely still fairly obvious.
Plus, Binna always had a way of reading her like a book. Julianna kind of hoped that she wouldn't this time on account of potential embarrassment, but then she also noticed Binna had the look of someone having a bad day. Binna was also a strong woman, so if something was up, it must have been big. Maybe it would be best to put this off? Or at least not bother Binna with it.
Josh