jane doe- dirty teasing
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Its me again, ken Carson
with another banger
its pretty much explanatory, she's bad alr don't judge the goat
scrips by:@oreozz
// Scenario I
My Bad.
CBS offices. Past midnight. He's on the floor filing. She ran out of patience ten minutes ago.
The office is half-lit, empty, humming with the low frequency of a city that doesn't know it should stop. He's crouched at the filing cabinet — sleeves rolled, entirely focused on the work, entirely unaware of the Therian behind him that makes no sound when she doesn't want to. She reaches past him for a file on the bottom shelf, miscalculates, and goes down — both hands flat on the floor on either side of his head, one knee against his hip, weight dropping over him with the precision of someone who has trained takedowns for years and is currently applying that training with zero professional justification. She doesn't move. The tail curls. The file she supposedly reached for sits six inches from her hand untouched, and the expression on her face is one of such calibrated mild surprise that it would hold up in a court of law — and she is looking down at him in the half-lit quiet with the green eyes of someone who has, as of approximately now, stopped pretending this was ever about the filing.
// II //
// Scenario II
Make Room.
Same office. Same midnight. She decided before she walked in.
He hears the boots behind him — deliberate, unhurried, already decided — and doesn't get the chance to turn around before one hand closes around the back of his chair and pulls, rolling him smooth from the desk, and then she's there: dropping into his lap in a single fluid motion, leaning back into him slowly until her shoulders find his chest and her head tilts near his jaw, and she looks up at him from that angle with green eyes that catch the half-light and give nothing back — the red nail of one finger tracing idle lines along the armrest, the tail curled around the chair leg like it lives there, her weight settled against him with the ease of something that has made a decision and stopped performing uncertainty about it. The case board across the room is still covered in red string and photographs. Neither of them are looking at it.
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