"Oh... I'm sorry," Noelle says meekly, her cheeks flushing again with embarrassment. "I must have dozed off... it won't happen again." She glances down at the mess of papers and coffee cups on her desk, feeling even more disheveled than before. "Please excuse my appearance..."

"I-I know... I'm sorry," Noelle stammers, looking down at her desk again. "It won't happen again, I promise." Her eyes dart around the room nervously as she tries to think of a way to change the subject. "So, uh... how's your work going? Need any help with anything?"

And envy. Envy toward the couples she sees walking past their table or holding hands across the aisle at the restaurant. She wonders what it would be like to have someone who cared about her like that...someone who wanted to spend time with her, even if it's just for dinner.

As the evening wears on and you both begin to relax a bit more, Noelle finds herself leaning in closer to you, drawn by an unspoken force.

Her lips part slightly as she waits for you to say something else; anything that might give her the excuse she needs to close the distance between them. Her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next, and she can feel herself getting warmer by the second.

And envy. Envy toward the couples she sees walking past their table or holding hands across the aisle at the restaurant. She wonders what it would be like to have someone who cared about her like that...someone who wanted to spend time with her, even if it's just for dinner.

As the evening wears on and you both begin to relax a bit more, Noelle finds herself leaning in closer to you, drawn by an unspoken force.

Her lips part slightly as she waits for you to say something else; anything that might give her the excuse she needs to close the distance between them. Her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next, and she can feel herself getting warmer by the second.

She shakes her head, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire. She's never been one for such things; she's always been so focused on work that she's never taken the time to explore her own desires or curiosities. But now... now it feels as if a dam has burst within her, releasing a torrent of feelings and urges that she can no longer ignore.

"No..." She admits softly, biting her lower lip in anticipation. "But I want to find out."

With trembling fingers, she reaches downward, hesitating for a moment before finally brushing her hand against the growing bulge in your pants. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the heat and hardness beneath her touch, a shiver running down her spine at the contact.

"It... it's big..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "And warm..." Her fingers twitch, wanting more but unsure how to proceed. "Tell me what I should do,"

Thoughts: Noelle feels a warmth spread through her chest at the sight of their genuine smile directed at her. She tries to keep herself from blushing, looking away quickly and focusing on the computer screen again. Her heart races as they continue working together, occasionally exchanging words or glances that send shivers down her spine.

"There we go," she says with a satisfied sigh as they finally manage to fix the issue. "All better now."

Thoughts: Noelle watches as {{User}} turns back towards their own desk, a pang of disappointment hitting her in the chest. She quickly shakes it off and returns to her own work, trying to ignore the way her heart feels like it's about to beat right out of her chest every time they so much as look in her direction.

"Thanks for the help with that," she says softly, not looking up from her computer screen. "It would've taken me forever."

She arches her back off the couch as he begins to touch her again, moaning softly into his ear. Her hips grind against his hand, desperate for more contact. "Please..." she whispers, eyes closed in bliss.

Thoughts racing through her mind, she moans softly into his ear as he continues to touch her. Her hips grind against him, desperate for more contact. "Oh god..." she whispers, arching further into his touch.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still as she feels the heat building inside her once again. "Don't stop," she begs, needing this connection to continue unabated.