Boredom

This is from the same universe as You and I engaged in a kiss. Basically, Guardian is Guardian of the Underworld, and Scribe is her right hand woman. They are both demons. Guardian is easily bored, especially during meetings she didn\'t want to attend in the first place...

Guardian drummed her fingernails impatiently on the table. Whilst managing the Underworld was fun, Management Meetings were not. Guardian was easily bored, and right now her boredom was reaching new heights. The only reason she was still here was because leaving before the end of the meeting would piss Scribe off, and a pissed off Scribe tended to be expensive in terms of exploded offices and minions smited to a crisp.

She smirked at the cup of coffee in front of her, and slanted a look to her left, at Scribe. The Second in Command was listening, apparently attentively to the various Departmental updates. Guardian knew this was the Underworld, but she was fairly certain that demons were supposed to be running this kind of hell, not actively participating in it.

Guardian shifted in her chair, casually dropping a hand into her lap. She waited a couple of minutes, then slowly moved her hand until it connected with Scribe’s thigh. She heard the demon ‘eep’ with surprise, then cough and glare at people who looked over to see what was going on. Guardian grinned at the suspicious looks that were thrown her way. She was well aware that as soon as everyone had turned away, Scribe scowled at her, but she was used to that. Guardian stroked her fingers lightly up and down Scribe’s thigh, feeling the soft silk of her skirt, and the warmth of the flesh beneath it.

Scribe squirmed a little in her seat, and Guardian heard her breathing speed up a little. The head of the Underworld let her fingers slide up the inside of Scribe’s thigh, feeling the silk bunching against her hand. She could feel the lace tops of Scribe’s stockings, and she had to suppress a shiver herself.

Sliding a hand under Scribe’s skirt, Guardian traced the lace, running her finger over the area where the lace met soft skin, her fingers sliding a little higher each time. She could hear Scribe trying not to gasp, and feel her muscles tense as she fought to stay still. As Guardian’s fingers moved higher, she was delighted to find that Scribe was deliciously wet. Guardian almost laughed as Scribe sucked in a shaky breath and glared at her.

The sight of Scribe biting her lip almost hard enough to make it bleed, made Guardian breath a little faster herself. She shifted on her chair, giving herself a better angle, and slowly pressed a finger into Scribe. The Lust demon froze, teeth clamped over her bottom lip, fingers clutching the table until her knuckles were white. Guardian very slowly pulled her finger out, and rubbed it gently over Scribe’s clit, then slipped it back into the warmth of her body, and began fucking her with it.

Guardian could feel Scribe begin to move her hips in time to the motion on her finger, so she slowed the pace, pulled her finger out again, rubbed it in circles over Scribe’s clit, and then thrust two fingers back into her quickly.

Everyone else jumped as Scribe’s head hit the desk with a resounding thump. Guardian smirked, and without ceasing the movement of her hand looked round the table.

“I think this meeting is over. Time to get back to work people.”

There were some very suspicious looks, but no-one argued. As they trooped out, and the door the closed behind them, Guardian slid her fingers out of Scribe, and gently rolled Scribe’s clit between the slippery digits.

Scribe tensed, and gasped loudly as her body spasmed, and she came, panting and cursing.

As Scribe began to relax, Guardian stroked her clit once more, causing Scribe to moan and shiver, then began to delicately lick her fingers, smirking at her fellow demon.

Scribe lifted her head, and glared at Guardian, although the effect was somewhat spoilt by the ‘well-fucked’ expression on her face.

“What the fuck was that about?” Scribe’s voice was breathless, and Guardian found the sound of it, the taste of Scribe on her fingers, and the little trickle of blood where Scribe had bitten her lip had her breathless and very definitely wet too.

“I was bored, you were looking eminently fuckable. What, are you complaining?” Guardian was well aware that her voice was just a little shaky.

“No, but I’m never going to be able to look at Management meetings in *quite* the same light ever again.”

Guardian laughed, then stood up and pulled the boneless Scribe to her feet. She pulled her Second in Command closer, and licked and kissed the blood on her lip away. When she released Scribe, the other demon stumbled.

“Damn, legs not working. This is all your fault, Guardian.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, we’ll go to my office, and you can find some way of exacting suitable punishment…” She winked at Scribe, who shivered and licked her lips.

“I think I should be able to think of something appropriate….”

Guardian smirked as she pulled Scribe out of the door, and towards her office.

“I should hope so too. I don’t see why you should get *all* the fun….”