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Gustave had been very busy, recently. Sciel was needing extra support, so he took on the tasks of making breakfast for her, him, and Sophie on the mornings when she couldn’t be alone; dropping off groceries and snacks by Sciel’s in the afternoon; tidying up her place, as well as Sophie's, when he visited or spent the night there; and, of course, maintaining his own home that he shared with his two sisters.

His work didn’t allow him much chance for rest, either. His mentor was increasingly giving him more responsibility, more of a hand in the design and direction of their work, and Gustave’s apprentices needed more guidance than ever. He usually shared dinner with Sophie every other evening, and on the days when he was eating with his sisters, instead, he would still swing by afterwards for some quality time together. Increasingly lately, though, their “quality time” consisted of him coming by well past sundown—having needed to go back to work after dinner—and chatting with her for about 20 minutes before falling asleep on the couch.

“I’m sorry, mon ange,” he would mumble when he stirred and found Sophie draping a blanket over him or resting her head on his shoulder.

They had been dating for nearly two years, but he only called her “mon ange” when he was half-asleep. He found it too embarrassing otherwise, but she mentioned, every morning after it happened, how adorable she thought it was and how he should do it more often.

But he couldn’t bring himself to. The words wouldn’t come out of his mouth, no matter how much he wanted them to. In much the same way, though he intended every night to be fully present, attentive, and loving when he saw Sophie, his body wouldn’t allow him to stay conscious for long enough. He knew that Sophie was longing for more than what he was giving her.

He knew, from her hungry looks and lingering touches, that it wasn’t merely their emotional connection that Sophie was missing. He missed it too—dreamt of the smoothness of her skin at night, felt the phantom touch of her arms around him during the day—yet, he was too exhausted to rise to the occasion when an opportunity for them to reconnect presented itself.

So, when Sophie showed up at his workshop around lunchtime one day, he felt anxious, fearing that if she needed to speak with him so urgently that she showed up to his workplace, that it could only be for a conversation that was uncomfortable and unpleasant.

She was wearing his favorite dress of hers, with a black-and-white polka dot pattern, and a neckline that revealed the delicate slope of her shoulders. She wore black hosiery and black shoes with a kitten heel. He stared at her for such a long time that she laughed, softly, at him.

“Hello, Gustave,” she said slowly.

“H…What are you…You look…”

“You get a break for lunch, right?” she asked, although she already knew the answer.

He nodded.

“I was hoping we might talk for a moment,” she said.

“Uh—sure,” he said, even though he had planned to skip his break.

His mind had been racing all morning, as he struggled to meet the deadline placed by his mentor for the completion of the first iteration of their project. The project’s funding, courtesy of the city government, was resting on this successful delivery, and though he was close to completing it on time, he hadn’t succeeded yet. The gommage was soon, so everyone was tense, and in a poor mood. The government wouldn’t accept a late submission. They would almost certainly pull their funding if that happened.

“Gustave?” she said softly.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m, uh…it’s…It’s good to see you.”

She gave him another smile.

“You’ve been really busy today, haven’t you?”

“Y—Yeah.”

His mind was caught somewhere between the catastrophic consequences if he failed to finish his work today, and the lovely shape of Sophie’s red-painted lips.

“Is there a place we might talk in private?” she asked.

“Julien and I share an office,” he said, shaking his head.

“Well, is he in the office?” she asked, cocking her head.

“No, I think he’s outside,” Gustave said, “so, maybe…”

“That works,” Sophie said, and took his hand. “Lead the way.”

Gustave led her through the hallway, his swirling thoughts of the equation he had triple-checked this morning and the assignment he needed to give his apprentices and the series of tests they still needed to run on their new tool and what they ought to name it were punctuated by the low clicking of her heels against the ground.

“Where are the boys today?” she asked with a smile. “I don’t hear them.”

Gustave smiled.

“They did such a great job this morning that we let them go get a pastry,” he said.

“That’s wonderful,” Sophie said.

The office that Gustave shared with his mentor was nice. A spacious room with a large, mahogany desk in the center and filled with natural sunlight that streamed through a set of three windows. When they stepped inside, Sophie inspected the door.

“It doesn’t lock?” she asked.

“No,” Gustave said. “We, uh, we took off all the locks after one time when the boys managed to get stranded inside. That was a while ago, though, so now that they’re older, we should really…”

Sophie had walked over to the desk and sat on its edge, crossing her legs, causing the hem of her dress to fall just slightly above her knee, revealing a sliver of her thigh covered by nearly-sheer black nylon.

“That’ll have to be okay, then,” she said. “Come here.”

Instantly, Gustave walked over to her, and she grabbed his shirt collar and gently pulled him down into a kiss, placing her other hand on the back of his head and threading her fingers through his hair. She kissed him eagerly, nipping at his lips, slipping her tongue into his parted mouth as her hand began grazing his neck, his shoulders, his back. Gustave felt goosebumps forming on his skin, felt his heart starting to pound, felt himself growing dizzy as he breathed in nothing but her scent. He had missed this, missed the sweet and intoxicating scent of her, the soft and slightly-sugary taste of whatever magic she had painted her lips with, the heat of her breath.

She pulled away, slightly, and he, unthinkingly, pressed himself forward, toward her, onto her, and she let out a small gasp as her back hit the surface of the desk.

“Hi,” she said softly, smiling up at him.

“Hi,” he said. He was already breathless.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen.

“I didn’t say to stop,” she said, and she, again, wrapped her arms around him and pulled him towards her. As they kissed, she gently ran her nails up and down his back. She placed her other hand on top of his and guided it underneath the hem of her dress, and pressed it in place, and gently rocked underneath his palm. He could feel her wetness through the fabric.

“I missed this,” she murmured, breaking their kiss to nibble on his neck. He let out a soft moan, feeling his knees buckling slightly underneath him as she continued to grind against his palm.

“You make me feel so good, Gustave,” she whispered, and gripped him, tightly, on the shoulder as she continued to move against him. Not soon after, she let out a sudden, soft gasp as her eyes closed and she bucked her hips underneath him. She guided his palm out from underneath her dress, pressing his fingers into his own mouth. He sucked on them, tasting just a heavenly hint of her juices.

“See what you do to me?” she said, smiling at him, her cheeks flushed. “How do I taste?”

His face, he thought, had to be as red as hers. His pants were growing painfully tight. He was aching for her. To feel her. To taste her.

“G—good,” he choked out.

He could never bring himself to talk, much, during times like these. It was too much for him, too embarrassing. From the tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes, Sophie seemed to know that.

“Do you want another taste?” she asked.

He nodded vigorously.

“Good boy,” she purred, and gently pressed him backwards as she sat up. “Get on your knees for me.”

Gustave instantly complied, dropping to the floor, and hiking up her dress. He found himself facing her covered sex. He locked his arms around her lower legs and pulled her forward. Her skirt was draped over his head. All he could see and smell and taste was her. He shoved his open mouth against her, savoring her wetness as it leaked through the fabric, smothering himself with her. He moaned and his tongue moved frantically up and down, desperate to taste every bit of her.

What was he doing? They had held each others’ hands as they watched those they cared for disappear into thin air, revolutionized the setup of the Aquafarm during their work together, experienced uncertainty and pain and death, and he was going to let a flimsy piece of nylon get in his way?

He pulled away slightly and planted alternating kisses on each of her thighs before taking the fabric into his teeth and ripping it. Though his hearing was muffled by her skirt, he heard her gasp his name as he returned to her now-bare sex. She tasted divine, and his face quickly became drenched in her juices. His cock, now fully hard, pressed painfully against his waistband, but she was enjoying herself far too much for him to move; he would just have to endure his ache for release. He groaned into her, flattening his tongue, licking upwards, collecting every drop of her, and then he began circling her clit with his tongue. He could feel her beginning to tremble, could feel her hand on the back of his head, could feel her thighs wrapping around his ears. When she came, her slick gushed onto his face, and as he withdrew, he pressed small, gentle kisses on her lips and her clit and her thighs.

They both moaned softly as he emerged from underneath her skirt.

“Look at you,” she said, smiling as she looked down on him. Her face was red and she was breathing heavily. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?”

“More,” he said, licking his lips, tasting her lingering sweetness.

“Oh, I find that hard to believe,” she said with a grin.

Sophie was, Gustave thought, so beautiful as she smiled at him, knowing how beautiful she was, knowing how she had him wrapped around her finger.

Gustave watched her hungry eyes travel down to the erection that was tenting his pants.

“Poor thing,” she said. “What should we do about that?”

He wanted her dainty hands around his cock, or maybe her red-painted lips. Either, he thought, would be lovely. He couldn’t be too greedy. He couldn’t say that what he really wanted was to feel her completely, to be inside of her.

He bit his lip as she gently traced his erection with her shoe, and he groaned.

Maybe he could, at least, see her naked.

“I’m waiting for an answer, Gustave,” she said. “What do you want to do?”

Somewhere, in the back of his hazy mind, he knew that they were pressed for time. Still, he couldn’t help himself.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

“Of course you can,” Sophie said. “Come here.”

He stood up, slowly, and kissed her, softly, on the lips as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She knew that he wanted to venture lower, and she knew that, even after all this time, he was still hesitant.

“Go on,” she said.

As he kissed her once more, he slid her dress down, revealing a lacy, black bra, and her cleavage spilling out of it.

“Take it off,” she said, and he did, revealing her perfect, pert breasts.

Immediately, he latched on to her nipple, sucking gently as he caressed her other breast. Both of them moaned as he slowly flicked his tongue and sucked softly. He looked up to see her smiling at him.

He couldn’t get any harder. With his other hand, he yanked down his pants and his underwear to free himself, letting out a small groan as his hand brushed the tip of his cock. He was desperately craving release. If he touched himself right now, he could probably cum without much effort. But he didn’t want this to be over yet. He had to be patient.

“Gustave,” Sophie moaned, as he began moving his tongue faster. He could feel her beginning to tense. She was already getting close again.

He knew her well, knew just what she liked, just what she wanted, and he could give it to her. What an honor, he thought. What a privilege.

He moved his hand up, slowly, to her sex, and she began grinding against it.

“It feels so good,” she breathed, and he began moving his tongue more rapidly as his hand rocked gently up and down in time with the movement of her hips. She moaned his name as she came, and grinned at him.

“You’re so giving, today,” she said, breathless. “And, to think, I came here to help you relieve some stress.”

“This is good,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him until her hips were at the very edge of the desk, until her lips brushed against his cock.

She chuckled.

“You’ve got a way with words, huh?” she said, and grinned at him. They were both breathing heavily. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding his cock against her. She was so wet, and her juices mixed with the precum leaking out of his cock.

“You’re eager,” she said. “What do you want, Gustave?”

“I…” he panted. “Please…”

“‘Please’ what?”

He was so close to her. So close.

“Can I…inside you…?” he breathed.

She frowned.

“Not today. I’m sorry,” she said, placing a hand on his cheek. “It’s not…”

The discussion on the morality of whether or not to bring a child into the world was not one that Gustave was willing or wanting to have right now, and Sophie likely felt the same. Then, what was he to do? He tightened his grip around her waist.

“Let’s do this,” Sophie said. “Step back.”

Gustave moved backward, slightly, and Sophie slid off the desk and turned around and pulled up her skirt. The tear in her hosiery was large, but her round ass was, still, mostly covered, as were her shapely thighs. Only her sex was exposed.

“Come here,” she said, and grabbed his cock, and positioned it just below her lips, in between her thighs. He moaned as she squeezed her thighs together, the silkiness of her hosiery providing a unique kind of friction as he thrust forward, grabbing her hips. He angled himself so that the head of his cock brushed against her clit with each thrust, his cock becoming wet with her hot slick. Sophie had one hand resting on the table, and the other was reaching for him, and she guided his hand over her breast. He took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and rubbed it, gently, as he began thrusting faster.

“How does it feel, Gustave?” she said, as she squeezed her legs together even more tightly.

“G—Good,” he moaned. “So good. Fuck.”

He took in short, shallow breaths as he continued thrusting in between her soft, silky thighs.

“Listen to you,” she said, and he could hear her smile in her voice. “Grunting like some animal.”

He couldn’t stop the sounds from escaping his mouth. It felt too good. She began moaning, too—quieter, but he could hear it. The undeniable sound of her pleasure. They were both, he thought, getting close.

“Gustave,” she breathed, and looked back at him. “Look at me.”

Her face was flushed. She smiled at him, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk when they weren’t hung open in a moan. She was so beautiful. So perfect.

“Cum for me,” she said.

He came with a loud moan.

“I love you,” Sophie said.

“I love you too,” he panted. “Fuck.”

His legs felt weak, and he nearly collapsed onto the desk. Gripping the edge, he held himself up.

The desk, he thought, was much stronger than it looked.

The desk…

Fuck, he thought. Oh, fuck. He was at work. In his office. What had he been thinking?

Well, he thought. He hadn’t been.

Sophie turned around and sat up and grinned up at him.

“I wanted to clear your mind for a bit,” she said. “Did I help?”

She knew full well, he thought, that she had.

“Y—Yeah,” he panted. “Yeah, that was…That was very effective.”

She laughed.

“You’re so cute,” she said. “You’re adorable.”

If his face could have gotten any redder, it would have.

She stood up, and looked down, and frowned.

“Oh, we got a little on the desk,” she said, and slid her finger across the mixture of their fluids that was smeared across the edge. “Help me clean it up.”

She brought her finger to his mouth, and he, unthinkingly, licked it clean.

“Good,” she said. “For the rest, I guess we’ll…”

She picked up the hem of her dress, and wiped the desk down.

“You can give it a more thorough cleaning before Julien comes back in, right?”

He nodded. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“I guess I should be going,” she said with a smile. “But I’ll be at home tonight. If you want to just talk, or take a nap, or…do this again.”

“I—yes. Yeah. Yeah,” Gustave said as he nodded. He had yet to catch his breath.

He put his arm around her and he walked her to the entrance, where Julien appeared.

“Sophie!” he exclaimed. “Good to see you, ma chérie. How kind of you to bring some lunch for Gustave.”

Once Sophie was out of the door and out of earshot, Gustave’s mentor turned to him and grinned.

“Open the windows when you go back in the office, mon vieux. I don’t want it to get stuffy in there.”

Gustave felt his face go red.

“Go on and do that, now, so we can get to work.”

He nodded, wordlessly, and made his way back to the office.