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Either way she was delighted.

But her colleague left her no opportunity to inquire as she pulled her flush against her body with a simple, swift motion. It sent a shiver up her spine to be handled in such a way, and all she could do was laugh as she realized just how lucky she was about to get as Larissa initiated the kiss.

    Larissa gasped, quickly smothered in the next kiss. It wasn't that she was shocked--boldness from Zelda was as natural as thunder after lightning--but it was the pleasure of it that startled her, the pressure of their bodies, the contours of Zelda's body distinct against her own, every nerve ending alight with warmth.

    The entire world dimmed by contrast to the feeling of nibbling and tugging on Zelda's lower lip, dragging her teeth over the sensitive flesh inside; the feeling of grasping her hips and securing her firmly in Larissa's lap, the welcome weight of her body, her skirt stretching into a band of fabric over her spread thighs and pressing into Larissa. She couldn't resist sliding one hand up the curve of her back and into the rich softness of her hair: another fantasy fulfilled.

ㅤ" there's no need to apologize ; we can have whatever you'd like. and whatever you decide against, i'm sure we could arrange to try on a second visit. " to quell any further insecurities larissa might have, she adds, " besides, i had to skip lunch, so i'm famished. order away. in the meantime, however— "

    It's a bit like being watched by a cat--not undesirable, not unenjoyable, but Larissa certainly has a sense of information being taken in, of reactions being catalogued. It's rather flattering, actually.

    "I'm the principal of Nevermore Academy," she says. It does put one at ease to be asked about their line of work; she worries that she might come off rather workaholic otherwise. "It's a private school that serves, hm--something of a vulnerable student population." She flashes a smile and doesn't elaborate. "It's a boarding school, so as you can imagine, chaos occurs around the clock. I--hm--let me see." What else is there to know about her? Might she really be a workaholic?

    "I taught English before I became an administrator. I suppose, apart from working with students, that's where my passions lie." Their wine arrives; Larissa consents to allow the server the first pour for each of them. She touches her glass lightly to Sofie's, and can't help admiring the framing of those wonderful, dark eyes: the dim ambience, the small light at their table, the gleam of glass, the red of the wine. Caravaggio couldn't have done better.

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