#brooooooooooooo

what are your thoughts on work parties and conferences with the lovely miss aglaea? my! she could bring anyone but it seems she has invited you to join her side merely because this is a good learning opportunity, isn't it? networking, especially. oh? there's someone else who wanted to ask you, well... that's just too bad!

do you think she would ask you to spend some time with her after work one day? planning and coordinating outfits if you are comfortable... every time you leave the changing room, her eyes rake over your body, yet her expression doesn't seem to change; only her voice does, lowering if more skin is revealed or if there's something she particularly likes.

during the actual event, aglaea isn't clingy at all (unlike some white-haired men) and allows you to join her as you like and separate when you deem it appropriate or have something you wish to achieve. however, she does check up on you periodically, her hand sliding across the expanse of your back, manicured fingers tapping a small rhythm on your waist as she leans in to whisper, "you're doing alright, yes?"

and when you nod, slightly flustered and confirm that you are, in fact, completely fine, she seems a bit disappointed you don't lean on her a little more. whatever, she supposes, you're you, after all, and this independence and drive is what lures her to you; a certain admiration she cannot shake where you are just so ambitious despite how she looks at you with this gaze that tells you she finds you so endearing that it melts into desire.

she hums, a low, melodic timbre with her eyes narrowing into something undeniable amused and enchanted—though you do your best not to consider the latter because it is miss aglaea of all people. yet she watched you all night; watching you float around the room and jump from conversation to conversation with a poise that pleased her.

"is there anything you want of me?" she asks, "anything at all?"

the question is so innocuous; all these months, she has guided and mentored you to assit you in becoming the person you wish to be—even now, your place at her side is no different. yet her fingers have curled around waist, accompanied by a gentle squeeze whose weight is so telling. aglaea leans closer, her perfume so distinct with how little the distance between you is, something that must be inappropriate with everyone around. her eyes leave yours just for a moment to glance away, and you try to follow but her other hand softly tips your chin back to her; everything is alright—this way, everyone will know.

"not only for the conference but tonight," she says, eyes alight with mischief you've mire recently become familiar with as she's revealed, solely to you, more facets of herself beyond her refined elegance. "after working so hard, I should reward you, shouldn't I?" she calls your name, filled with an unmistakable want as she urges you to answer.

you mutter hers, breathless and so caught off guard by her advances that all your confidence falls away. her smile turns eager—ravenous in a way you've never seen her.

"how cute," she murmurs before pulling away with someone's approach.

in the hours that pass, you cannot take your eyes off her, meeting every so often with something suggestive descending across her countenance that heat burns low in your belly. you would follow her, just as you had when you were under her in the office, but as almost equals, now, from this event and where she may go—so long as you demand anything from her, she will grant it. but she will not say a word when you follow her into her car, lest it is an offer to share a drink or chat a little more in her home. you will follow then, too, because how could you not want for it also?

and you will not stop even into her bed where you will find yourself splayed across silk sheets, one of aglaea's pretty hands softly pressing down on your stomach to keep you exactly where she likes while the other disappears behind her back, the sound of the zipper your only hint of what is to come. the straps of her dress fall as she folds her body over yours, slanting your mouths together in a warm and wet kiss.

you press your tongue into her mouth, and she grins, releasing a pleased sound you promptly mimic as her touch becomes greedier and greedier.

you're so getting fired.

i got two things to say:

why do you hate me so much?? ( i love you deeply and earnestly )

all im gonna say is that this has the same vibes as:

friend to other friend: fuck me right now

other friend:

Lloyd was his friend. And now, Javier wanted to protect Lloyd. He would sincerely protect him with everything he had.