them sexts

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the phone sex +
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[meldarda]

[ 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.

[clavesregni]

[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.]

[meldarda]

[ 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. ]

[clavesregni]

[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.]

[meldarda]

[ 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. ]

[clavesregni]

[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.]

[meldarda]

[ 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. ]

[clavesregni]

[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?

[meldarda]

[ "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....