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Newly hired and FAR more anxious than she let on, she stood in front of her executive’s office.  Mori-san had told her that he would be unaffected by her curse, that his ability would nullify her own, but he failed to elaborate as to why that is - it was not his place to tell, but rather Nakahara-san’s if he so wished.  Admittedly, she was reassured that there was at least one person out there who wouldn’t die simply because she existed, and got too close, but that did little to quell her nervousness.

          Small strip of skin, discreetly hidden away. It was his Queen’s own secret, kept under lock of clasp and key of heart. But when allowed to lay so bare, divulging all that was held close, there was a sense of enticement. A place only the broker could go.

          Of course, lips had wandered out beyond the immediate band. But always kept in tethered closeness. Sensations bound by knowledge, laced in the sweetness of skin, sweat, security, and submission.

          Straying forcibly from their path those same lips curled into a smile. Head tipping the way of his prey’s insistence. 

                    “Depends,” Same smile now brushing ear when he spoke, hand left alone to idle now finding its way through the maze of fastenings. “How enthusiastic can I get you?” 

"Wine from Paris sounds like an excellent option."

           “Well, looks like those two ain’t joinin’ us tonight.” A quiet click can be heard as his phone is locked, the bright screen fading to black as he places it in his pocket. “Doesn’t mean that the two’ve us have gotta spoil our fun, though. What d’ya say, Nakahara-san?” He grins, pushing off the wall with ease-- a grin spread wide over his features. 

Excuse him while he /chokes and gags/ on his latte. “What the fuck?!”

“Yo, sensei.”

Is Chuuya sneaking Q a cookie? Perhaps; perhaps several cookies.

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