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[ Discretion is more important to Mel Medarda than most. She's a member of the Council, after all, and to maintain that position she most uphold her reputation and protect her secrets. She learned her trade in Noxus, where politics was little different from warfare and every move had to be considered as if your opponent had a knife to your throat. Here in Piltover, things are less final and yet it would no doubt reflect negatively if she were to be found canoodling with an enforcer, especially the daughter of a fellow councilor, and at Caitlyn's work as well. It might even constitute something of a scandal.

Which makes all this even more exciting.

On the way in, Mel briefly speaks with the Sheriff. He assumes that she's there to see him, which she isn't. She doesn't bother conjuring a complex excuse -- he's hardly worth even that meagre mental energy -- and vaguely waves him off with a hint that it's something to do with Caitlyn's mother. He asks no follow-up questions not only because she's a councilor, but because she's Mel Medarda. She belongs everywhere.

Mel can't help but smile when Caitlyn comes into sight; she's sitting behind her desk like the most well-behaved schoolgirl in class awaiting the teacher's attention. She probably has every button on her uniform polished to perfection even after a full day. When she comes to stand in front of the desk, Mel smiles in that sly, secret way reserved for the very few who share said secrets. ] Good evening, Officer Kiramman. Your mother was kind enough to offer your help on a little project of mine, if you're both amenable and not too busy.

[Mel sweeps into the room like she owns the place. And she might as well - Mel Medarda is one of the most powerful people in Piltover, and there's nowhere she can't go, no one who won't hurry to do her will. It should be freedom, but to Caitlyn it feels like captivity. Because the woman who saunters in is breathtaking, gleaming and graceful and heart-achingly lovely, and Caitlyn can't kiss her.

If it were only her own reputation at risk, she wouldn't care. People already gossip about the Councilor's daughter working as a lowly enforcer. But it's Mel's reputation, too, and she knows how important reputation is for a Councilor.

Not for the first time, resentment stirs for what she sees as the chains of her station.

She shoots to her feet, adjusting the already-pristine lines of her uniform and nodding stiffly. She's glad Mel has thought of a lie, because put on the spot like this, her usually quick mind tripping over excitement and affection and pent-up desire in its struggle to catch up with what's happening, she couldn't possibly come up with one.]

Y-yes. [It's a little too loud, and a little too awkward.] Of course, Councilor Medarda. We can use the briefing room. For your project. If you'll follow me?

[She starts to lead Mel down a corridor, towards a smaller room with blinds that they can draw for privacy.]

Of course, Officer Kiramman. After you.

[ Mel keeps her slight smile from growing broad and bright with amusement and open flirtation, as is the natural instinct when Caitlyn is being so... so bloody cute. The way the enforcer fires up from behind her desk and stutters out a hasty follow-up to the lie isn't just adorable by itself, but tugs on something inside Mel: something deep-rooted and warm with feeling, something to be considered another time. For now, there's another warmth she wishes to tend to.

The trip to the briefing room is a short one, and at this time of the evening Mel doesn't see a single other enforcer moving through the hallways they navigate together. As they walk, Mel's gaze falls to the subtle sway of Caitlyn's hips and she tongues the inside of her cheek as the heat simmering low within her begins to uncoil with anticipation, and spread outward.

Two sounds precede Mel's mouth upon Caitlyn's; the first is the metallic ding of a lock sliding into place behind them. The next is the paperly collapse of blinds as they are hastily shuttered, the noise of which hasn't even fully settled into silence before Mel's hands gently spin Caitlyn by the waist until those wide eyes are locked to hers. Mel's lips crash against Caitlyn's with rough urgency, her hands gliding downward to trace the curve of the younger woman's hips. ]

This is wh--

[Caitlyn starts speaking as though she's actually giving Mel a tour. Her work means so much to her, and she likes the idea of showing the place to Mel, telling her all about the cases she's been working on, maybe getting Mel's thoughts on a few. Mel's so clever, she'd probably have some interesting insi--

And then she's being spun around, and all thoughts of work fly out of her head as Mel's lips collide with hers, leaving behind only the aching need that's been simmering under her skin all day long. For a moment, her eyes go wide, surprised by the suddenness of it. But only for a moment. Eyes squeezing shut, hands reaching up to tenderly cradle Mel's face, Caitlyn returns the kiss.]

I missed you. [It's barely louder than a breath, whispered against Mel's lips. All day she's been longing for Mel's smile, to hear her laugh, to see the gleam in her eyes, to feel Mel's hands on her bare skin, to taste Mel again... And now, finally, Mel is here. In her arms. And her stomach is tight with nerves and excitement and something warm is unfurling deep in her chest and her whole body is alight with desire.

She backs up, gently pulling Mel along with her, until she feels the edge of a table bump against the back of her thighs. It's Caitlyn's turn to spin Mel, now, albeit slowly and more deliberately than Mel spun her, trying to get Mel against the table.]

I haven't been able to think of anything but you. [There's nothing sultry or seductive about the confession, nor is there any hint of complaining. There's nothing but matter-of-fact sincerity to be found in Caitlyn's voice or face as the words tumble out of her.] All day. I haven't been able to concentrate for thoughts of you.

[ Mel tends to think of her lovers -- and sex in general, if she's honest -- in largely transactional terms: shared fun without strings one might use to bind the other. That hasn't always been the case, but for Mel it's been the safest option. Besides, keeping things casual doesn't prevent her from having passionate, physically fulfilling relationships.

And yet, she can't quite bring herself to think of this burgeoning... thing with Caitlyn in the same terms. She might try, but then Caitlyn brings her hands (elegant, powerful hands) up to caress her face with such tenderness that something inside Mel leaps with almost adolescent excitement. She likes being touched this way, and likes being touched this way by Caitlyn. Any instinctive feeling to put up a wall between them is outweighed by the clearer, sharper instinct that Caitlyn can be trusted. After all, those hands of hers -- those fingers, really -- can put a bullet anywhere... but they're being used to touch Mel in ways that make her melt.

To say nothing of the way Caitlyn talks to her, with fearlessly open affection. Mel tends to second-guess whatever comes out of another person's mouth at the best of times, but she believes Caitlyn means every word. That sincerity -- and courage -- is catching. ] I missed you too, darling. Can't you tell? [ A devious little smile and Mel kisses Caitlyn again, a soft moan tumbling into the other woman's mouth as she's guided against the table. ] Mm. [ Mel's fingers glide through silk-soft blue-black hair as she kisses Caitlyn again, nipping oh-so-lightly at her bottom lip before caressing that same spot with her thumb once the kiss breaks. Mel hops up onto the edge of the table, legs swinging and then spreading. ] Do you think you can find something to concentrate on now, dear?

[Caitlyn squeaks in surprise at the unexpected pinch on her bottom lip followed by the soft pressure of Mel's thumb, instinctively leaning into the touch.]

Y-yes. [She answers before Mel has even finished asking, eyes wide and eager, hand dipping down to hold Mel's thigh - to give her support, to feel her skin - as Caitlyn slots herself between Mel's legs.] Yes.

[The layer of leather between her palms and Mel is a sort of cruel torture. She's got to get rid of her gloves. With short, fastidious little motions, she starts yanking each finger of the glove down, loosening each one by one, before pulling the whole glove off, setting it aside on a nearby chair, and then repeating the process with the other glove, frowning all the while. They're not especially nice gloves, made of sturdy, worn leather, but she deposits them with far more care than the extravagant, expensive gown she discarded on Mel's floor the last time they did this.

She can't decide whether she wants to keep kissing Mel or whether she wants to fall to her knees in front of this incredible woman and put her mouth to a different use. There is rather an urgent heat low in her gut and a tightness in her muscles begging for relief. But equally, she's yearning for... Mel. Not merely Mel's oh-so-talented fingers and tongue, nor her perfectly sculpted body, but the woman herself, clever and fascinating and so surprisingly gentle. And how best to satiate both of those needs?

By the time it occurs to her that, perhaps, her desires aren't a logic puzzle to deduce her way out of, she's already leaning in for another tender kiss.]

I'm so glad you came.

[She whispers it just before their lips meet, as her hand dips beneath the front of Mel's skirt and begins stroking up her inner thigh.]

[ With a tilt of her head, Mel watches Caitlyn strip off her gloves with a combination of mild amusement and slow-bubbling anticipation. She likes watching Caitlyn, likes tracing every little movement with her eyes. She is, after all, more than a little mesmerising with that potent combination of adorable enthusiasm, sharp-hewn beauty and intense sense of duty. Looking is one thing, however, and touching is very much another.

It's Caitlyn's touch -- specifically the dip of her hand and the feeling of figners gliding along Mel's inner thigh -- that prompts a warm moan from the older woman. ] Me too, darling...

[ The words come out in a quick, barely-there whisper as Caitlyn's mouth inclines toward her own, and then they're kissing again, lips pressed together warmly. The kiss is slow and leisurely as it deepens, and an unexpected little moan slips out of Mel as her tongue glides into Caitlyn's mouth. Her arms slip around Caitlyn easily, guiding her closer still as one hand travels down the small of her back and the other begins to work blindly but competently at her belt. ]

[Caitlyn is so absorbed in kissing Mel that she doesn't notice the clasp of her belt being undone until it falls away. She whimpers into Mel's mouth. Is Mel planning to fully strip her? Here in the briefing room? What if someone overhears something? What if-- What if someone breaks down the door? But the anxious little thrill she feels is chased out of her head almost immediately by Mel's tongue sweeping across her lips and into her mouth.

Finally, Caitlyn breaks the kiss and rests her head in the crook of Mel's shoulder, taking a moment to catch her breath. But her impatience gets the better of her, and, in one very precise movement, she drops to her knees and flips up the front panel of Mel's skirt so that she can comfortably ensconce herself underneath. From there, it's only the matter of a moment to push Mel's underwear to the side and press her lips directly to Mel's clit.]

[ Surprise crosses Mel's expression, if only briefly, when Caitlyn's head falls to her shoulder once their kiss breaks. There's something about that small moment of rest which feels intimate, tender... trusting, even. Mel is somewhat awkwardly raising her hands to pull Caitlyn even closer and extend the moment when suddenly the younger woman is sliding to her knees. This is the kind of surprise -- and intimate action -- which Mel knows how to handle. Her smile darkens with desire as Caitlyn flips her skirt up. ]

Oh, very focus - ah! [ A sudden moan tears out of Mel's mouth and rolls over whatever words might have otherwise emerged; Caitlyn's soft lips upon Mel's clit urges a sharp and powerful push of pleasure up through her body. She gasps and tilts her head back while her legs instinctively spread wider, and one now-trembling hand comes to caress Caitlyn's hair. ] Oh... Oh, good girl, Caitlyn, very good girl...

[Mel's sharp moan and the subsequent feeling of Mel's fingers in her hair and the silken tones of Mel's voice telling her how good she is send a bolt of heat lancing straight to Caitlyn's core. But rising to meet it is another little anxious twinge.

That moan was not quiet.

She flips Mel's skirt out of her way so she can look up at the other woman with a worried gaze.]

What if someone hears?

[Caitlyn is no stranger to breaking rules. And she's no stranger to people talking about her - behind her back and to her face. But this is sex. Where someone might hear. And what if someone does hear? This is different to other sorts of rule-breaking! Even if she couldn't exactly say why.]

[ Mel's forehead creases in slight concern when Caitlyn flips her skirt, meeting her gaze with worry in those brilliant eyes. Rules aren't something Mel tends to abide by; she'll stay within their confines if she can for the sake of simplicity, but if one is careful (and powerful) enough, then there isn't a rule in the city that can't be bent, broken, or outright ignored.

Still, she must concede that Caitlyn has a point. Being discovered even by some low-level nobody could have consequences, considering there's almost certainly a rule against fucking in an enforcer debriefing room. Her look of concern relaxes and she smiles warmly down at Caitlyn, stroking her hair for a moment. ]

Well, then they'll be awfully jealous, won't they? [ Mel rolls her tongue around the inside of her mouth as if tasting her own idea. When she speaks, it's with the clipped authority of a council member. ] I have a solution. Stand up, take off your trousers and give me your underwear, darling. Go on, be a good girl.

[Caitlyn isn't one to simply obey without thought. Yes, she's gone into a profession where taking orders is part of the job. But for her, quarreling over things she disagrees with is also part of the job.

When Mel gives her an order, though, how could she disobey? Especially with Mel's fingers caressing her hair like that.

With her belt gone, taking off her trousers is only a matter of pulling her boots off first. Which she does, setting them upright by the table. Despite having been worried only a moment ago about being completely naked, it feels a bit silly to be in full uniform from the waist up and naked from the waist down. So, instead of merely pulling off her trousers, she carefully discards the entire uniform, folding it neatly and laying it on the chair piece by piece, until she's standing in front of Mel in only a bra and underwear. With a glance over her shoulder at the locked door and the shuttered blinds, she slips off her underwear, and holds out the garment to Mel.]

[ Mel's smile deepens into something hungry, while her eyes darken with primal lust as Caitlyn sheds her uniform. She drinks in the sight of leanly sculpted muscle contrasted with soft breasts, and her tongue trails along her upper lip as her gaze falls to Caitlyn's now-bared cunt. ]

You know, there's something so... deeply sexy about watching you undress like this. Not stripping to music or teasing me piece by piece, not hurrying or going slow, just taking your clothes off so... so... neatly. And so... [ Mel nearly giggles, but holds back. She nearly takes Caitlyn's underwear, but holds back on that too. ]

...obediently. Now, keep being a good girl and help me keep quiet so we don't get caught. [ Mel tilts her head just a little, her eyes agleam with delight. ] Put your pretty panties in my mouth. [ Mel eases forward just a little, opening her mouth slowly for Caitlyn to obey. ]

Edited 2023-07-31 21:00 (UTC)

[Mel calls her sexy, and Caitlyn hasn't got the faintest idea how to respond. She's always thought of herself as efficient. Tidy. Not sexy. Her looks, and their effects on other people, have never been a priority. Until Mel. The way Mel is looking at her...

She would take her uniform off every day if it meant Mel looking at her like that. Although she already does take her uniform off every day. Are there other everyday things that Mel would find sexy? What else does she do every day? Comb her hair? Would combing her hair be sexy?

Catching her lower lip between her teeth, Caitlyn forces her racing mind to focus. Every muscle stiff as a board, her stomach fluttering with all sorts of nerve-wracking, exhilarating sensations, she steps forward, once again slotting herself between Mel's legs. She's never felt quite so exposed as she does now, naked - or nearly - in her place of work. She sits in this room every morning, surrounded by bored co-workers, listening attentively to the Sheriff give the day's assignments. And now... She may never be able to sit in this room again without this moment replaying in her mind.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Caitlyn twists her underwear into a rope and, once again, obeys. With the same precision and care with which she discarded the rest of her clothes, she slides her underwear into Mel's mouth.]

Is that alright? [It's barely above a whisper, her voice thick with need. Her eyes flick up to meet Mel's, earnestly checking whether this is, indeed, alright.]

[ Mel watches Caitlyn approach, her gaze hungry yet unhurried and unwavering. There's something almost lazy in the way her heavy-lidded eyes roam over Caitlyn with such slow appreciation, and oh, there's much to appreciate. The dark hair, the expression eyes, those sharp features which come together so elegantly... and the firm musculature which serves as a beautiful reminder that Caitlyn has chosen a life far more rough and real than the one her parents might have chosen for her.

Only when Caitlyn finds her way back between Mel's legs does her mild smile lift into a broad smirk. She parts her lips as if obeying a command Caitlyn gave her rather than a command she gave Caitlyn, and her tongue tickles the other woman's fingertips as she pushes dampened lace into her mouth. Mel doesn't even try to speak, but she still answers Caitlyn's wonderfully sweet question by narrowing her eyes, leaning back just a little and spreading her legs that much further.

Oh, it's very much alright, darling. ]

[A nod, to show her understanding. To buy her a moment before she has to react, just a moment to stare at the breathtaking scene of Mel leaning back, legs around Caitlyn's waist, her eyes glittering green and brown and gold and delighted.

Once again, she's taken aback by just how beautiful Mel is.

Caitlyn's eyes scan Mel's face, picking out individual freckles, individual flecks of gold, the way the hairs of her eyebrows fall, the little wisps along her hairline, cataloguing every little detail away in her mind. She never wants to forget even the most minute feature of Mel's face.

One had strays downward to gently palm Mel's breast as Caitlyn leans in, pressing her lips to Mel's throat. She can feel Mel's pulse, hammering away, though Caitlyn is sure her own heart must be going faster the way it's threatening to beat its way right out of her chest.

Her other hand moves to caress Mel's inner thigh before quickly - impatiently - finding her clit and stroking a firm circle around it. And a moment later, she drops to her knees and repeats the motion with her tongue.]

[ Mel can feel Caitlyn's gaze -- those beautiful, soulful eyes -- move across the graceful features of her face with the kind of admiration she's used to, but which feels so much more potent, more meaningful from Caitlyn Kiramman. It's nearly enough to make Mel want to avert her eyes with a bashful giggle, which is a downright unprecedented feeling for the richest woman in Piltover. Then again, there is much about Caitlyn Kiramman that makes Mel feel... different. Sometimes even vulnerable, and the thought does not worry her as she would expect it to.

For now, the corners of her mouth twitch upward just a little into a hint of a wider smile. Mel would say something if she weren't breathing through the taste of fabric wetted by her own arousal, but then suddenly Caitlyn's soft lips are upon her throat and everything in her tenses with fierce pleasure. Mel's fingers tighten around the edges of the table and she eases a muffled moan out past her own panties; she tilts her head back, permitting more access for the wash of Caitlyn's lips and tongue along skin blazing with molten lust.

The next moan that leaves her is sharper and higher, but the panties keep those sounds from leaking outside the room. Caitlyn's fingers feel like matchsticks upon her clit, striking off sparks which fire off upward from her cunt and throughout her body. When Caitlyn drops her to her knees, she proves herself even more talented with her mouth and Mel briefly thinks about how unstoppable she'd be with that incredible tongue wrapped around a trigger... but no, the best trigger for Caitlyn's tongue is Mel's clit, setting off further fireworks which prompt more muffled moans that climb high. ]

Mmmph! Caythen! [ Mel's fingers glide into blue-black hair, both caressing and gripping in much the way she exerts power: a gentle touch, a firm hold. By now she's dripping, chest heaving with laboured moans, head rolling forward so she can meet those intelligent, searching eyes with her own narrowed gaze. ]

[Forcing herself to stay silent is nearly as agonizing as sitting behind her desk all day desperate for release. A moan wells up in her chest at the indescribable taste of Mel, at feeling of those delicate fingers running through her hair and pressing against her scalp, at the heady scent of Mel's arousal. But she chokes it back, reminding herself that they need to be quiet.

Frantic as she is, there's still a precision to Caitlyn's movements, tongue gliding around Mel's clit again and then down to press inside her, then back up to swirl in another tight circle over her clit, memorizing her cunt with the same careful attention to detail with which she memorized Mel's face.

Equally carefully, Caitlyn eases two fingers into Mel, spreading them slightly before dragging them back out, fingertips angled just so to stroke along the upper wall of Mel's cunt. As she does so, she looks up at Mel, thoroughly enamoured by this view of her. The whole length of Mel's body stretched out above her, that incisive gaze meeting her own adoring stare.

She tucks a third finger against the other two, ready to press all three into Mel.]

Would you like more?

[ "Perfect" is a dangerous enough word that Mel tends to avoid using it unless she's describing some aspect of herself but right now, it's the only word that surfaces in her mind. Everything else is drowned out in sharp pleasure and raw sensation, and really, it is the most apt word for how Caitlyn Kiramman is using her mouth, her tongue, her fingers.

Mel's own fingers tighten into dark hair with an increasing helplessness that emphasizes the vulnerability of this moment: sitting upon a briefing table, being expertly eaten out by the daughter of her councillor colleagues in a room with an unlocked door in a building that's far from empty... and should the door open now, Mel knows she wouldn't want to stop. She isn't even sure if she'd be able, if Caitlyn wanted to keep going, wanted to keep tasting her, touching her, fucking her. It's the most vulnerable Mel has felt since Noxus, and unlike back in Noxus, this feeling of vulnerability -- even weakness -- is not unpleasant. In this moment, nothing is unpleasant. It's all...

... perfect.

Another moan smothers up against the panties in Mel's mouth. The glide and swirl of Caitlyn's tongue upon Mel's clit works with the flex and bend of the enforcer's dexterous fingers with the elegant synchronization of a beautiful but deeply sensuous dance: graceful yet full of eager ferocity. Then, when Caitlyn asks if Mel could take more, she tilts her head back down and smiles even as fabric leaks from between full, soft lips. Mel nods, eyes heavy-lidded with desire as bliss pulses through the hallways of her body. A further stroke to Caitlyn's hair - ] Mmhm....

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