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Hange pressed their lips to the back of Pieck’s neck as their hands gently ran down her sides. They made sure the door was locked before pushing the black haired beauty against the wall. The setting for their private rendezvous was the storage closet on the 15th floor.
Pieck worked in project management on the 25th floor while Hange worked in vetting and research on the 7th floor. Although they worked at the same place, their teams interacted only once or twice a month. Project management wasn't too fond of vetting/research because the two teams were often clashing over whether big ideas mattered more than technical restraints such as money and time.
Hange’s hands moved to pull Pieck’s neatly tucked blue blouse out of her pencil skirt. They pressed their cold finger tips against Pieck’s torso as she drew in a deep breath because of the intimate contact. Their hands moved to unbutton the shirt making sure their front was flush against Pieck’s back.
Hange and Pieck started hooking up after one of the office parties a few months ago. They were an unlikely pair but Hange felt bold that night. Plus, they had admired Pieck from afar for a while now. They had been smitten by her smile, optimism, and sarcastic comments. Whenever their teams met, Hange would go straight to Pieck and strike up a conversation. It was an instant attraction for them that grew stronger as they got to know the shorter woman.
Pieck was different from the rest of her team. Although she shared their same apathetic demeanor, she was engaged and passionate during conversations and meetings. The project management team was one of the most important in the firm so they often had a cloud of arrogance. It was led by Zeke Yeagar who was very strict. However, Pieck was a good friend from college so she often was able to get away with more laid back behavior that others couldn’t under Zeke's watchful eye.
Once Pieck’s shirt was unbuttoned, Hange gently ran their nails from her neck down to the waist of her skirt. They pressed kisses to the space between her ear and shoulders and sucked on her ear lobes. Pieck moaned softly at the movement of Hange's lips. She loved to feel their breath tickle her neck, it turned her on and sent shivers down her spine.
Hange walked up to Pieck at the office party as soon as they spotted her. The pair spent almost the entire night together talking about all sorts of random things. Hange didn’t know Pieck was the sort of person to read every single thing when going through a museum. She giggled when they said it must take her hours to get through a single exhibit. Pieck nodded and explained that it gave her an excuse to go back several times. Hange smiled and said they were also the type of person to go back to museums several times but it was because they ran through exhibits making sure they saw everything at least once. This meant they had to go back and make sure to look at things more carefully. Their explanation elicited a loud laugh from Pieck who didn't seem surprised.
Both of Hange’s hands pushed the straps of Pieck’s bra off her shoulder. They moved to claim their reward as the bra drooped over making it easier to access Pieck’s breasts. Each hand grasped a soft mound as they roughly palmed her hardening nipples. Hange decided to test the water and gently sucked on a spot between Pieck’s neck and shoulder.
“Watch it,” Pieck groaned, “no hickies.”
Hange chuckled and turned to lightly nip at the skin of Pieck’s exposed shoulder. Their hands rotated between squeezing Pieck’s soft breasts and pinching her nipples. After deciding that Pieck was properly getting worked up, they moved their left hand and gripped her hip. Pieck turned her head, pressing a cheek against the wall to meet Hange’s lips.
Their first kiss happened in the elevator leaving from the office party. After bidding farewell to their respective teammates, the pair met at the elevator. They stood in silence waiting for it to reach the 26th floor. Hange had on a loose fitting suit that they borrowed from Moblit, their assistant and a close friend. Pieck wore a black dress that ended mid thigh and hugged every single curve. She wore heels that brought her eye level with Hange’s nose. She typically was eye level with Hange’s shoulder.
As soon as the elevator door closed, Pieck pushed Hange against one of the four walls and kissed them breathless. Her hands clutching at Hange’s button up as they ran a hand down her back. They didn’t separate until a ding announced their arrival on the ground level almost five minutes later. They walked out as if nothing happened in the same direction. Pieck turned briefly and winked at Hange before heading to her car. The coworkers got in their respective cars and Hange followed Pieck to her apartment. They hadn’t stopped meeting since that night.
The hand gripping Pieck’s hip dragged lower to the end of the skirt. They gently thumbed the line at her mid thigh while their right hand continued to tease a nipple. Hange sucked on Pieck’s lip as she moaned into their mouth. Hange traced a finger from her swollen nipple down to her hips and soon both hands gripped a side of the skirt. They held Pieck there but tugged her hips away from the wall to make some space to pull her skirt up. Once the skirt was successfully out of the way, they pushed her back against the wall.
Pieck gasped as the newly exposed parts of her body came in contact with the cold wall. Hange spread her legs with their knee and caressed the skin at her inner thighs.
“What do you want, Pieck?” Hange whispered. They held on to her hips keeping her in place. Pieck had a tendency to grind when she was turned on and they were still at work so Hange didn’t want their pants getting ruined.
“You,” Pieck whimpered, “please, Hange. I want you.”
Hange smirked and grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing hard to elicit a moan from the woman begging for more. Pieck bit her lip as one of Hange’s fingers traced the edge of her panties. Then they abruptly pressed their palm between her legs, right over her warm panties.
“You do realize we’re at work, right? You shouldn’t get your panties so wet, it’s unprofessional,” Hange chuckled as Pieck turned to pout at them. She huffed, “And whose fault is it? You’re the unprofessional one for touching me like this.”
Hange pulled away completely and left a flustered Pieck pressed against the wall with her legs spread, “I’m sorry, Pieck. It’s very important to me to maintain a professional relationship with all my colleagues.”
“I swear to god if you don’t get back here and finger me, I’m going to rip your stupid, smart tongue out,” Pieck growled.
Hange held up their hands in defense, “Woah, calm down Ms. Finger. I never leave my work unfinished.”
They roughly pushed back against Pieck, surrounding her again and making sure she was firmly pressed against the wall. Hange put their hand back between Pieck’s thighs and trailed two fingers up and down over her increasingly wet panties, much to Pieck’s appreciation. She sighed happily at the contact, grinding on their fingers.
Hange pulled the piece of cloth to the side and one of their fingers slid in slowly. Pieck groaned loudly elated to have the contact she was hoping to receive.
Hange’s free hand flew up to cover her mouth, “Shhh, don’t get too loud, baby. You don’t want anyone walking in and seeing you ass out and begging. Don’t want to ruin your image.”
Pieck continued to moan softly into Hange’s hand. They slid a second finger in and moved quicker to match the speed of Pieck's hips. Her mouth opened when Hange pulled out and turned their attention to her throbbing clit. She started panting loudly into their hand so Hange stuck two fingers in her mouth. They groaned at the feel of Pieck’s tongue on their fingers.
Hange pressed their lips to the other side of Pieck’s face and whispered in her ear, “You look so good like this, do you like being fucked against the wall?”
Pieck nodded eagerly, eyes half closed as she continued to suck on their fingers. Hange returned to Pieck’s entrance and she sank down, setting the pace she wanted. Hange used their unoccupied index finger to gently flick Pieck’s clit. She was whimpering louder and they knew she was close to her climax.
“You’re such a good girl. Cum on my hand, please, Pieck,” Hange groaned. Pieck tensed and shook, riding out her orgasm with their fingers still in her mouth as the hand thrusting in and out slowly came to a full stop. Hange smirked, pulling out and stepping away from their lover's body.
Pieck sighed, “You’re literally the best stress relief.” She adjusted her underwear and skirt before turning to face Hange. They wiped their hands on a tissue and threw it into the trash bin hidden in the corner of the closet.
Pieck met Hange's eyes as she worked on adjusting her bra and tucking her undershirt back into her now wrinkled skirt. Hange smiled watching her dress. They reached out and started to button up the shirt. Pieck wrapped her arms around Hange’s neck, appreciating their gentleness. After Hange buttoned the shirt, Pieck stuffed it back into her skirt before returning to wrap her arms around them. They kissed passionately and less urgently, savoring the moment they had together.
A phone ringing from Hange's back pocket interrupted the tender moment, “I guess it’s time to get back to work.” They saw it was Levi calling. The vetting/research team had their weekly meeting at 2:00pm and it currently was 2:10pm. They had to get over there before Levi got too impatient over their tardiness and scolded them.
Pieck sighed, “Yeah, I probably have to get back upstairs.”
Hange cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her lips, "I’ll see you later, yeah?”
Pieck grinned brightly and nodded to Hange as they walked out the door. She leaned on the wall Hange just fucked her against and blushed. She shook her head smiling to herself thinking about how she's going to have to pay them back for being such a tease. She fixed her hair and headed back to work.