You and I engaged in a kiss...

Guardian is one of my RP characters. All you really need to know is that Guardian is the Guardian of the Underworld, and Scribe is her Right Hand Woman. They are both demons, and Scribe has a habit of blowing up her office whenever she gets stressed. Which is fairly often.


Guardian heard, and felt, the explosion as Scribe lost her temper again, and blasted her office into oblivion. She mentally calculated how many times they’d rebuilt Scribe’s office so far that month, and decided that it was currently 5 and a half. Jenn was, consequently, getting more sex than she could handle.

Normally, Guardian let it up to Balthazar to work off Scribe’s frustrations (the CCTV had been one of her better ideas), but he was in the Overworld, influencing and tempting mortals.

The door to Guardian’s office slammed open with such ferocity that even the tribbles jumped, and as Scribe approached Guardian’s desk, they actually scrambled out of her way. Scribe was muttering to herself as she crossed the room, and Guardian could pick out words like ‘fuck’, ‘fucking’, ‘Balthazar’, ‘stupid’ and ‘minions’, in various combinations.

Guardian grabbed the bottle of scotch that she kept to hand for such occasions, and poured two glasses, then placed one glass, and a cigarette on the desk as Scribe threw herself into the chair facing Guardian. She grabbed the glass, and downed the whiskey in one swallow, then lit the cigarette.

There was a moment of near silence as Scribe inhaled, and Guardian lit her own cigarette and sipped at her scotch. She leant over the desk, and refilled Scribe’s glass. Guardian lent back, swung her legs onto the desk and watched Scribe through a fine haze of smoke.

Scribe grabbed the refilled glass, took a big swallow, then exhaled a stream of smoke.

“Fucking useless minions.”

Guardian smirked, ever so slightly.

“OK, did you smite the whole department again? Not that I mind that much, but it’s just hard to do anything with the minions that are left. They’re too nervous to be of any real use.”

Scribe scowled.

“No, all gone. Idiots.” She took another drag of the cigarette, and a drink. “It’s all Balthazar’s fault, anyway.”

“Ah”

Scribe narrowed her eyes.

”And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, my dear Scribe. A top up?”

“Hmm, yes, thank you.”

“You know, we’ve gone through a lot of offices this month. Are we having a problem?”

“It’s not my fault that the minions are so fucking stupid. Or that there’s so much paperwork. Or that that wanker Balthazar isn’t around.”

Guardian managed to restrain the laugh that threatened to escape. There was something, unusually for a demon, *cute* about Scribe when she was seriously pissed off.

“Ah. No one to take your frustrations out on then?”

“No.” Scribe pouted and Guardian decided that the other demon looked far too kissable when she did that.

“Well, I think we’re going to have to do something about that. You blow up many more offices, and Jenn isn’t going to be able to walk for a week.”

Scribe couldn’t help but laugh a little at the mental image. Guardian smirked back, then swung her legs off the table and walked around the desk. She stopped behind Scribe, and began to lightly massage her shoulders, bending down slightly to murmur in her ear.

“You know, Scribe, I can think of a way of releasing some of your…stress.”

“Oh? Really?” Scribe looked up, through her lashes, at her boss.

Guardian laughed, and her hands slowed, then slid down Scribe’s arms, lightly stroking over Scribe’s skin.

“Just relax and close your eyes then, dear Scribe, let me take care of you.”

Scribe sighed, and relaxed into the warm touch, eyes closing.

Guardian smiled, and then clicked her fingers, snatching a length of red silk out of the air as it appeared. She trailed the end of the cool material over the back of Scribe’s neck, watching the demon shiver at the touch. Scribe gasped, quietly, as the silk was wrapped gently around her throat and pulled carefully. Guardian shivered a little herself at the sound.

She pulled the silk, warmed now with Scribe’s body heat, loose trailing the end over Scribe’s cleavage, before folding the material and tying it gently over her eyes.

“Mmmm” Scribe sounded like she was melting, and Guardian grinned.

She let her hands skim over Scribe’s neck and shoulders, then down her arms, until she could clasp Scribe’s wrists. Guardian dropped teasing kisses over Scribe’s neck and shoulders.

“Stand up, little Scribe. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Scribe stood up, smirking.

“I doubt I can be surprised by anything much these days.”

Guardian tsked, let go one of Scribe’s wrists, moved the chair out of the way, then caught a lock of Scribe’s hair, tugged her head to the side and bit down on Scribe’s shoulder.

The gasp that action caused left Guardian almost as breathless as Scribe. She released the pale skin, and licked the red mark gently, feeling Scribe squirm at the sensation.

“Ah. Ok, maybe not then.”

Guardian laughed, and nipped gently at Scribe’s neck a couple more times until her second in command looked about ready to melt into a puddle. Releasing Scribe’s hair, she gripped her wrist again, and manoeuvred the unresisting demon towards the door to her own personal bathroom.

“Do you remember, Scribe, that I had my bathroom remodelled recently?”

“Remember? I had to let Jenn sit on a cushion for a week after she’d managed to get Budgeting to agree to it.”

“Now, there’s an intriguing thought for later. Anyway, I thought a nice, warm bath might be relaxing.” She leant forward, tongue licking slowly up Scribe’s neck “What do you think, hmmm? Scented bubbles, warm water, a bath big enough for two….”

“Ohhhh. I mean, yes, that sounds nice.” Scribe arched into Guardian, tilting her head to accommodate the other demon’s mouth as it licked and nipped at her skin.

Guardian pushed the door open with her foot. She pulled Scribe’s arms back gently, holding them in the small of her back so they could fit through the door. Scribe was pliant, and Guardian found the way her cleavage rose and fell as she breathed. Scribe was laced into one of her usual corsets, and it did wonderful things to an already stunning figure.

Halting them in front of the huge, claw-footed bath, Guardian let go of Scribe’s arms, dragging her fingers and nails lightly over the tender skin of her inner wrists.

“I think we’re a little over dressed. Time to remedy that.” Guardian grinned at Scribe’s very enthusiastic nod.

She ran her hands down Scribe’s sides, over the silk of her corset, down to her waist. Guardian unzipped Scribe’s silk skirt, letting it float gently down her legs, watching as Scribe inhaled at the sensation, her breasts straining against the corset. Guardian ran a finger around the top of Scribe’s stocking, amused by the way goose bumps appeared in the wake of her touch.

Unlacing Scribe’s corset took some time, and Guardian made sure that she touched skin as much as possible while she was doing it. Eventually, the corset was loose enough that Guardian could help Scribe wriggle out of it. The wriggling was particularly attractive, Guardian thought, biting her lip.

Guardian undid her own skirt, kicking it out of the way. Pressing as close as possible to the other demon, she let her hands rest on Scribe’s hips, shimmying slightly so that the soft velvet of her top rubbed against Scribe’s back. She pressed her fingers into Scribe’s skin, almost hard enough to bruise, then slide then slowly over the smooth skin of the demon’s stomach, nails tickling gently over Scribe’s ribs, enjoying the way she twisted and jiggled.

Resting her chin on Scribe’s shoulder, so she could watch, Guardian cupped her hands under Scribe’s breasts, thumbs rubbing gently over her nipples. Scribe reached her own hands back, stroking the skin of Guardian’s hips and thighs, clearly enjoying the contrast between the soft skin and the silky stockings. Guardian stroked and gently pinched Scribe’s nipples until they were both breathless.

Guardian reluctantly released Scribe’s breasts, hands moving to her second in command’s silk knickers. Guardian slide her fingers in between the silk and skin, then slid the thin material down Scribe’s legs, until she ended up kneeling behind Scribe.

She ran her tongue along the skin at the bottom edge of the corset, laughing softly when Scribe jumped at the unexpected caress, then she unhooked the stockings. Removing the garter belt, she rolled each stocking carefully down Scribe’s leg, dropping the nylons to the side. Standing up, Guardian ran her hands all the way up, teasing Scribe by drawing her nails over the tender skin of her inner thighs, and letting her fingers trail very lightly between Scribe’s legs. Scribe’s muttered oath at the too gentle touch made Guardian grin, wickedly.

“Stand there a minute, dear Scribe.”

Standing back, Guardian stripped quickly out of her own clothes. She pressed her front against Scribe’s back again, fingers dipping back between Scribe’s legs, stroking gently. Guardian loved the way Scribe arched in her arms, gasping quietly.

In a sudden movement, Guardian pulled away, untied the silk blindfold, and shoved Scribe, not entirely gently into the bath. One of the perks of being Guardian of the Underworld was minions who knew to keep the bath full of warm, seductively scented water.

Scribe disappeared under the bubbles, then emerged a second later, hair plastered to her face, bubbles and water streaming over her skin, coughing and spluttering.

She glared at Guardian.

“That wasn’t very nice. I thought you were supposed to be helping me unwind!”

Guardian smirked.

“I am. Shove over a bit and I’ll make sure you’re nice and relaxed.”

Scribe bit her lip, but made room for Guardian to join her.

The warmth of the water, and the soft scent of the bath oil began to work on Scribe, while Guardian admired the gently pinking of Scribe’s skin, and the way it was beaded with water.

Leaning forward, Guardian let her fingers run up Scribe’s arm, then around to the nape of Scribe’s neck, pulling her forwards into a long, slow kiss, while her other hand rested on the swell of Scribe’s buttocks, pulling the demon closer.

Scribe moved closer, kneeling between Guardian’s legs, hands resting on Guardian’s knees, before sliding slowly down her thighs, until her fingers curved around Guardian’s hips and her thumbs brushed across Guardian’s clitoris. Scribe could imagine how it must feel, the warmth of the water, the added friction.

Guardian arched towards Scribe, her gasp muffled by their kiss, her fingers digging into Scribe’s buttock and the nape of her neck. Scribe would have smirked if she could have. It wasn’t often she caught her boss by surprise, and combined with the way the other demon gasped, and pressed into Scribe’s teasing thumbs, it was erotic and sensual and delightfully debauched.

Scribe was unprepared for the hand that once more wound into her hair, and used it to pull her away from Guardian’s lips. Scribe smirked at her boss, taking in the parted lips, dilated pupils and flushed skin.

“Sneaky Scribe.”

Scribe shivered, just a little, at the husky, breathless tone of Guardian’s voice.

The hand that had been resting on Scribe’s arse squeezed the firm flesh, then moved to cup one of Scribe’s breasts, fingers gently fondling and lightly pinching the nipple. The hand at the back of Scribe’s neck pulled the demon back into a kiss, this one more heated than the last, while Guardian let that hand trail down Scribe’s body, pausing briefly to stroke Scribe’s other breast, hands working in tandem, before continuing down her body, slipping between Scribe’s thighs, fingers sliding gently into her body, thumb rubbing over her clitoris.

Scribe moaned, but didn’t pull away from the kiss. Despite the maddening distraction of Guardian’s fingers and thumb, she managed to co-ordinate her hands enough to
roll Guardian’s clitoris between her thumb and fingers.

Guardian pulled away from the kiss, her breath coming in pants now, though Scribe was no better. Guardian sat up a little, the hand on Scribe\'s breast moving to her back, and tugging the demon closer, before flicking her tongue over Scribe’s nipple. A pause, and then she did it again, this time rubbing her thumb firmly across Scribe’s clitoris.

The moan and squirm those actions caused encouraged Guardian to repeat her actions, enjoying Scribe’s reactions almost as much as the feel of Scribe’s hands on her own body.

The heat of the water, the sensual aroma, and the delight of Guardian’s fingers and mouth left Scribe lightheaded. She felt her muscles begin to tighten, and the pleasure slowly begin to build. Scribe struggled to keep the rhythm of her own fingers, but she was too caught up in her own delight to concentrate fully.

Guardian kept a steady pace, her fingers gliding slickly in and out of Scribe’s body, her thumb rubbing firm circles, while she licked, sucked and occasionally bit gently at Scribe’s nipples. She could feel the tension in Scribe’s body, and hear the shuddering breaths.

Kissing her way up to Scribe’s collarbone, she lay kisses and nips across Scribe’s shoulder, then, just as she felt Scribe’s body tense, she sank her teeth into the juncture of Scribe’s neck and shoulder, hard enough to bruise.

Scribe’s head dropped back, and her every muscle in her body locked for a long second, as orgasm washed over her. Guardian licked the bite, fingers moving more gently now, as Scribe relaxed in the aftermath of her climax.

Guardian thought debauched was a good look for Scribe, and resolved to ensure it was one her second in command more often.

It took a few minutes before Scribe could get her thoughts back to some form of coherency. When she finally did, she looked at Guardian with a positively salacious expression. She threaded one hand through Guardian’s hair, letting the soft strands tickle her skin. Scribe bent forwards, and kissed Guardian, her fingers stroking and rolling Guardian’s clitoris.

Scribe didn’t break the kiss, and stop her caresses, until Guardian arched up, groaning as she came. Scribe finally broke away, once the shivers had stopped running through Guardian’s body.

“Mmmmm.” Guardian grinned at Scribe as they both sank back into the bath.

“So, now that you’re relaxed, do you think we might go a week without the office going up in smoke?”

Scribe thought about making some smart remark, but she was too satiated and languorous to bother.

“Maybe…”

She laughed when Guardian rolled her eyes and sank up to her neck in the warm, soapy water.

“Fine, well, in that case, we’d better make sure you’ve no residual frustration. Pass me that sponge…”