#fennign

He would ask every now and then, and you would agree to think about it. But then an opportunity would present itself and you would drag him off to some secluded corner and the question would quickly be forgotten. You know that as you text him to say that Terzo has gone for a long lunch, Copia's feet will have started moving before he's even finished reading. When you send a photo of yourself draped over Terzo's desk, you know Copia will have to hide his growing erection on the walk over but he'll make the usual ten minute journey in five.

Before you can decide how to pose yourself on your boss' workspace, Copia barrels through the door. Before he can close it behind him, you shove his back into it and crash together lips first. His grunt of surprise and slight pain from being shunted gives way to a delicious moan as he tastes you, helpless at the mercy of your tongue. He freezes for a moment, overwhelmed by your fiercely passionate kiss, but quickly reciprocates in earnest.

His gloved hands grip your waist, greedily pulling you into him even though you are already flush to his body. You both seem to forget you have the whole room to yourself and, instead, crush into the doorway, just as you had done so many times before. The fervent need is implausible given you had only seen each other mere hours ago but that does not make it any less tangible. Despite quickly becoming breathless, you continue, determined to suffocate if necessary in pursuit of your desire.

That is, until you hear a sound different from the usual desperate whining. A surprised and pained grunt interrupts you briefly, which you soon realise is because you've backed Copia directly into the doorknob. It's enough of a distraction for you to take a breath and drag him further into the room.

You cross the space remarkably smoothly, managing to dodge furniture while leading Copia to your boss' desk — a miraculous feat considering your eyes are closed and he is trying to wrestle open your shirt. He wins the war against its buttons just as the back of his legs hit something solid and immediately buries his face in your chest, mouthing at the newly exposed skin. His growl vibrates against you, breath tickling your cleavage, as you lift up his cassock and take his length in your hand. His gruff tone is replaced with delicate sighs as he begins to rock, rubbing himself against your touch as his tongue drags over your nipple.

As his movements slow, you smile in anticipation. He looks into your eyes as he pulls at your pants, just enough to move them down your thighs so his hand can slip between them. His lips part slightly as his fingers slide over you, collecting slick before pushing inside you. It's always like this. No matter where you are or how short of time, here is where he always slows down. Savouring. Looking into your eyes the moment your bodies first connect and listening to that first soft moan, intent on drawing out more.

When your hand comes to rest on his shoulder, his starts to move again.Your grip on the side of his neck tightens as his fingers pump inside you but the rest of you melts, head falling back as your body gives in to him. He moves to your clit, and a smug chuckle rumbles in his chest as your mouth widens but no sound escapes. Yet again, his fingertip finds your entrance but only nudges around it. The smile on his face only grows when you whine in frustration and grab his wrist.

He relents quickly but, as he tries to turn to sit you on the desk, you stop him.

"As much as I would love to take my time," he says, breathing slightly uneven, "your boss will be back at some point."

"Yes, I know."

Copia's expression falls, almost blank but a little confused. "So if you want to fuck on his desk…" he murmurs while kissing up your neck. "We should probably… get on with it."

"Agreed. Sit."

You push lightly on his chest. He shuffles himself onto the wooden edge, jumping a little as a pen pot clatters to the floor. He looks around at the clutter and, after a slight hesitation, swipes at any stationery he can reach, taking a little bit too much satisfaction in scattering Terzo's belongings. His attention is refocused as you lift up his robe and push him further back. Once he is sat in the middle of the desk, you climb on top of him.

Lying down on the hard surface, he takes in the sight of you completely bare and towering above him, wriggling as you settle in place. While you would quite like to draw this out - Terzo's long lunches generally mean taking most of the afternoon, so you should have plenty of time - you find yourself grinding down and rocking your hips with increasing need. However, before you lose yourself completely, you catch Copia's eyes darting over to the door.

"It's not locked," you smirk. "Even if Papa doesn't come back—"

"Anyone could walk in." While it is a genuine worry, he also knows that it's a surefire way to work you up even more.

"He could change his mind," Copia continues, caught up in the way your body reacts to the fantasy. To him. "What would Papa say if he caught his favourite assistant like—"

Your lips are on his before he can finish his sentence. Needy, messy. Copia takes advantage of you now being in reach; his hands roam and grab as he whines and pants beneath you. You roll yourself over his cock with force now, already close. He gives your ass a bruising squeeze as he gasps out something resembling a plea. You lean back and oblige, guiding him inside you with your hand.

You sink down, both of you groaning into the feeling. Copia's drawling noise is cut short, not expecting you to immediately begin to to ride him. You roll your hips with your hands planted on his chest, moaning loudly every time you fully push down. His eyes dance between your face and your bouncing chest, only a little annoyed at being separated from it. The view of you fondling your own breasts and the sensation of your cunt, tight and wet, taking him in so easily, is a more than adequate consolation. Any concern about the unlocked door is quickly forgotten.

"Perfetta," he chokes out, voice cracking as his fingernails dig into your thighs. The beautiful sting only makes you move faster, becoming less coordinated every time Copia tries to meet you with his thrusts.

Warm pleasure tingles through you, spreading fast. Overwhelming but still not enough, you feel yourself approach the edge. Your fingers curl into fabric and your eyes shut as you desperately chase release, the anticipation almost verging on painful.

You cry out his name as your rhythm starts to falter and, as he always does, Copia knows you need a little help to cross the line. He, very carefully, sits up and readjusts you in his lap. His hand snakes between you as he begins to thrust up as much as he can in the somewhat precarious position.

Copia grunts with each movement, teeth almost puncturing his bottom lip as he tries to hold out until you cum. You manage short, sharp words of encouragement which make him louder and rougher, and you feel a familiar spasm in your core as Copia's hips stutter. Your hand tangles in Copia's hair, begging him not to stop. So close and—

"I'm— what the— fucking HELL!"

The voice behind you startles you both, almost sending you tumbling to the floor. You practically leap off him and hastily grab your clothes, attempting to cover yourself. You can only stare as embarrassment consumes you. The blush spreading over your skin is so hot, you feel you may faint. Terzo, thankfully, is also in shock, which is maybe the only reason he isn't furious. You can't bring yourself to look at him long and instead avert your eyes. Copia looks terrified and is frozen in place on the desk. But the longer Terzo stands stunned into silence, the more agitated Copia becomes.

Terzo takes a deep breath, not knowing where to begin. "You… and you? Him? This whole time it was… him?"

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. But it doesn't matter as, after a beat, Terzo breaks first. An exhale becomes a bemused laugh, increasing in intensity until Papa is doubled-over and clutching his sides. You take the opportunity to quickly get dressed, unsure if you are still in for a scolding.

"Papa, I—"

He raises his hand to silence you, clearing his throat and composing himself. The tension around his eyes twitches as he looks to the now seething Cardinal still sat on his desk, feet dangling over the side and hands placed strategically in his lap.

"You. Wait outside." His voice is quiet but stern, and his glare is unwavering. "She will join you shortly."

Copia awkwardly stands, scowling at Papa as he approaches him. They exchange some half-muttered insults as he passes and, with one apologetic look to you, Copia disappears into the corridor.

With another deep sigh, Terzo walks towards his desk. He looks at the mess, his office knick-knacks strewn on the floor, and stops. Thinking better of touching anything anywhere near it, he strides to the other side of the office and perches on the edge of your workspace. He doesn't tell you to sit. He doesn't say anything.

"Papa, I am so sorry," you begin, unsure of what exactly you're going to say until you're saying it. "I thought you would be gone all afternoon— NOT that it's an excuse, it was a stupid thing to do and incredibly disrespectful and unprofessional and—"

You pause, noticing a sly grin creeping over his face. Again, you wait for him to say something but he seemingly has no intention of putting you out of your misery. Then, you remember what he said.

"You… you knew. You knew I was seeing someone?" Terzo gives a curt nod. "How?"

"I see you everyday. It used to take at least a gallon of coffee and a few hours for you to be able to function. Then suddenly, some mornings, you were practically skipping into this office. Glowing, I would say. You think I don't know the look of someone enjoying a new romance?"

Comforted by his sincerity, your worries start to dissipate.

"You think I didn't notice you disappearing?" He continues. "I'm not the only one who has been enjoying some rather long lunch breaks, hmm? It is fine," he adds quickly. "It did not affect your work, and you seem happy. I decided not to meddle."

"So you're not angry? I'm not going to be transferred?"

His smile drops into almost a grimace. "Well, I am not exactly happy with… what you two were up to. On my desk. But you are not fired. I am many things but I try not to be, ah… hypocritical."

"Thank you, Papa," you let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding. "That's very… gracious of you."

"In fact, I am such a great boss, I am going to give you the afternoon off, BUT…! You will be coming in early tomorrow and you will be… uh, sanitising my desk. And any other affected areas. And you can tell the Cardinal that I will deal with him later."

Your heart sinks a little at his biting tone. Not that it is surprising; their relationship has always been antagonistic. Part of you feels like you should jump to his defence, tell Terzo that today was your idea, but you doubt it would make much difference. Papa eyes you carefully, sensing that there is something you want to say.

"What is it?"

"I suppose," you begin, "I was waiting for your opinion. I assumed you would have more to say about my… choice."

Papa ponders for a moment. "Would my opinion make any difference? You feel as if you need my approval?"

"Not exactly."

"Look. Do I understand what you see in that… stronzo? No." He takes your hand gently as he stands. "But the heart wants what it wants, si? Or, whatever other organ you allow to think for you."

He winks and you feel the tension in your shoulders ease.

"I am sure he will fuck it up somehow. And when that happens, you come straight to me. He does anything to hurt you. Piss you off. You come tell me all about it, hm?"

His request does not surprise you. Of course, he would jump at any opportunity to find more ammunition against Copia for future jabs. You're sure that today would be used against you both for his own amusement, possibly for the rest of your life.

"Yes, Papa."

"Good. Good! Now, go. Enjoy your afternoon and I will see you bright and early tomorrow."

Still a little in disbelief at how well Terzo had handled this whole situation, you quickly head for the door before he changes his mind. Copia startles as you come into view, quickly taking your hands in his with a look of concern.

"Are you okay? What did he say? I should've stayed with you, said something. Explained. I will fix it. I-I-I will march straight back in there and—"

"Copia, breathe! Not fired, everything is okay. I promise."

"Oh," he exhales. "Right. Good. Heh, very good." He looks more confused than you are and, while you can tell his thoughts are still racing, he does not press you for details.

You take his arm, explaining that your afternoon is suddenly free as you walk away from the office to… well, you're not exactly sure yet. You don't need to tell Copia that he may still need to deal with Terzo's wrath at some point. He assumes, correctly, that Terzo will bring it up when he his figured out the best way to torture him.

As you begin to hear the murmuring of voices of some Siblings down the corridor, you realise you have been walking towards Copia's room on autopilot, taking you past the dining hall. It is mostly empty now, except the Siblings on duty clearing down after lunch. Your hand tenses, which Copia immediately notices. Anyone else being around usually means you separate yourselves, but when he tries to step away from you, you don't let go. He looks to you with a silent question.

"It's fine," you say. "You know Papa isn't going to be able to keep his mouth shut so I guess we should get used to people knowing."

Copia doesn't move, not reassured by your defeated tone. "Are you sure?"

He looks hopeful yet hesitant. There is a simmering excitement in abandoning the secrecy but you can also see something else underneath. Perhaps an expectation you will change your mind. Maybe a worry that you can't bring yourself to really do it. As you look into his eyes, his uncertainty hits you somewhere painful. You should have thought about this before now.

"You know that it's not you, right? You're not the reason I wanted to keep things between us?"

"Uh, yes?" he lies, badly. "What is the reason, exactly?"

You reach out to cup his cheek, resisting the strong urge to retreat as you see Siblings out of the corner of your eye looking in your direction.

"I suppose," you begin, unsure how to put it into words. "I just don't like people knowing my business?" You sigh, knowing that while that is true, it is not the entire truth. "And maybe… maybe I just didn't want things to change."

The more sympathetically Copia looks at you, the worse you feel. You know the underlying fear doesn't make sense. Copia is the one who has wanted this for a while, telling you as directly as he can communicate that this is more than a fling to him. Or he wants it to be. You are lucky he can be so patient. You had not considered until now that he could have, quite rightly, gotten tired of waiting.

"I understand. You worry about the, ah… excitement wearing off?"

"Yes, a little." Your lips press together, embarrassed by your fear but feeling it fade with each passing second. "It feels stupid now I'm saying it. I want to be with you. And, yes, I might miss sneaking off with you a bit but…"

Copia grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey. Who said we needed to stop sneaking off?"

The force which Copia tugs at your wrist almost topples you over. He pulls you away from any prying eyes, only a few feet down the corridor, and launches himself at you. His mouth attaches to your neck as he backs you into the wall and, for the next few minutes, you don't think about anything other than how he feels pressed against you.

Footsteps approaching cause him to stop, and you both hastily head in the opposite direction. You're only a few minutes from the privacy of his quarters but there are plenty of secluded corners en route. He drags you into the first one and has his hand in your underwear in record time.

Maybe some things will change. Some things definitely won't.

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