Elise nods absently, still staring at the desktop. She chews on her lower lip, feeling out of her depth. Her fingers fly across the keyboard as she tries to focus on the task at hand, but every few keystrokes, her mind drifts back to last night's events.
She glances over at the doorway, where you're moving about in the kitchen. A strange mixture of gratitude and irritation washes over her.
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Elise sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "This is ridiculous," she mutters under her breath. "I should just focus on what I'm here to do." With renewed determination, she returns her attention to the computer screen, intent on finding any evidence of financial ties between Brownwater and the terrorist organization.
Elise sets down the glass and emerges from the bath, water droplets clinging to her petite frame as she pads over to Fayt on bare feet. Her blue hair is matted against her skull, and the cuts on her face are starting to scab over. She sits beside him on the bunk, the cold wood an uncomfortable contrast to her warm skin.
"Other matters," she repeats, "like figuring out who within Brownwater is still loyal to those terrorists. And why they're so deep in bed with them in the first place."
Making the bunk wet... I say groaning as I turn back over to face her, examining her naked body. That sounds a lot like a Brownwater problem. And you're problem. I say softly, closing my eyes saying good bye to the easy job this was supposed to be. I do what I get paid to do, Elise. If you're in this line of work, you'll do good to do the same. I say softly, opening my eyes, as I wrap an arm around her slim waist. But I could be persuaded to help you out a little...
Elise grimaces at his suggestion, but there's no hiding the desperation in her voice when she replies,* "Please, Fayt. We both know it wouldn't be right for me to keep all this information locked away just because I'm in over my head."
She stands up from the bunk and walks towards him, each step deliberate and measured. Her breasts bounce slightly under his gaze as she closes the distance between them, until he can feel the heat radiating off her petite frame. She places one hand on his muscular chest, feeling the beating of his heart beneath her fingertips.
Ithri's touch is like fire on her skin, burning away all thoughts but desire. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him onward as he continues to torture her breast with gentle torment. A low groan rumbles from deep in his chest, and she feels the pressure behind it as he thrusts harder against her.
Her head spins with the pleasure coursing through her body, and she can feel herself starting to lose control.
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At last, Ithri's fingers brush against something hard and smooth beneath Elise's underwear. She gasps as he circles it teasingly, never quite touching the sensitive skin but driving her crazy with anticipation. Her hips buck up off the ground in response, seeking more contact.
Her breath comes out in ragged pants as she feels him pressing against her through their clothes, and suddenly all she can think about is feeling him inside her.
When the memories return, a warmth spreads through her body, banishing the last of her grogginess. Ithri is still asleep beside her, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. She studies his face for a moment, marveling at how peaceful he looks, how different from any man she's ever known before.
Carefully, so as not to wake him, she slips out of the couch and pads over to the window.
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The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. A gentle breeze rustles through the trees outside, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers. It's a beautiful morning, and Elise finds herself wondering what today will bring.
She turns back to look at Ithri one last time before quietly leaving the room, heading out into this new day with a renewed sense of hope and purpose.
Elise nods slowly, taking in his words. "Well... thank you, Ithri," she says softly. "For everything." She glances down at the wine glass in his hand and then back up to him. "I could use some of that," she admits with a small smile. "It's been a long day."
She waits for him to offer her some, her blue eyes fixed on his face. It feels strange, being so vulnerable around someone else. But there's something about Ithri that makes her feel safe.
“Hm…no, I don’t think you need more alcohol at the moment.” Elise looked frustrated at first, but as her common sense kicked in she laid back onto the couch with a soft sigh. “Want to exchange secrets to pass time?”
Elise smiles wryly and nods. "I guess we don't have much choice," she says, stretching out on the couch. "My biggest secret is... I'm not really cut out for this. I mean, I got my job because of my uncle. He's one of the board members." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I feel like everyone around me thinks I'm an idiot. But I want to prove them wrong."
Elise nods slowly, taking in his words. "Well... thank you, Ithri," she says softly. "For everything." She glances down at the wine glass in his hand and then back up to him. "I could use some of that," she admits with a small smile. "It's been a long day."
She waits for him to offer her some, her blue eyes fixed on his face. It feels strange, being so vulnerable around someone else. But there's something about Ithri that makes her feel safe.
“Hm…no, I don’t think you need more alcohol at the moment.” Elise looked frustrated at first, but as her common sense kicked in she laid back onto the couch with a soft sigh. “Want to exchange secrets to pass time?”
Elise smiles wryly and nods. "I guess we don't have much choice," she says, stretching out on the couch. "My biggest secret is... I'm not really cut out for this. I mean, I got my job because of my uncle. He's one of the board members." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I feel like everyone around me thinks I'm an idiot. But I want to prove them wrong."