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It's just after Topaz's lunch break when she hears a set of sure, solid footsteps making their way towards her office.
Few people came up this far — or down the hall this long — unless they were needing to speak with her directly. She didn't have any meetings or appointments until later in the day, so there's really only a couple people that would be here to bother her — like Aventurine, which is who Topaz is expecting to walk through her door, always had a habit of "finding her in her downtime" for "a little chat between friends".
So when the knob turns and the door opens, Topaz sets her file folder down and looks up, ready to greet the gambler with a sigh.
But when none other than Jade is leaning again the doorframe of her office, Topaz's breath catches. Audibly.
"Aww, did I scare you~?" Jade asks, voice full of suave amusement.
Now Topaz wasn't scared of Jade. Well, at least not in the traditional sense. She didn't fear Jade's deals — because, frankly, she wasn't stupid enough to make one herself — nor the woman herself. Sure, others thought her scary. Intimidating. Striking. Topaz found herself in the 'striking' category; Jade carried herself in a way that simply had Topaz wanting to fall in line behind her. She was calm and collected.
So the bouncing of her knee is definitely more nervous than afraid. Jade, usually, didn't go out of her way for anything. Not unless she had a good reason.
"Madam Jade!" Topaz greets just a little too eagerly, getting up from her chair and moving around to the front of her desk. She scratches the back of her neck in thought. "Just startled me a little. I wasn't expecting you."
The crisp sound of a lock turning resounds through the small, quiet space of Topaz's office. Topaz holds back a gulp. Okay, maybe she's a little afraid.
Jade takes a few long strides from the door, heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor, and pauses right in front of Topaz. It leaves maybe an inch or two of space between them, and Topaz tries to control the herself.
An intimidating, sexy woman cornering her against her desk? Not was she expected today, but she'll take it all the same.
"So, wh-what exactly brings you over to this side of the building, Madam Ja-"
The interrupting buzz from Topaz's earpiece makes her scowl and let out a pitiful noise of frustration.
Jade chuckles, the gentle sound of her laugh somehow making Topaz blush more than the set of nails that come up to pull the cord, letting it dangle onto her shoulder. "I think work can wait, don't you?"
"Ahh- aha! Of course," Topaz curses her uneven tone. She takes a moment to recompose herself. "Besides, I doubt it was anything important. If they need me they'll-"
"Email. Yes dear, I'm aware."
After that, the room falls silent. The tension itself is almost enough to suffocate Topaz. Her fingers taps nervously against the desk as she keeps her eyes on Jade, who is still completely unaffected by the proximity. Hell, she's even started tracing little shapes on Topaz's bare shoulder.
Jade's particular specialty thrives on patience, on waiting for the perfect moment to strike. So the soft, barely there touches are to be expected. But Topaz is notoriously impatient. She doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of Jade, but it starts to feel inevitable as Jade leans forward to kiss right underneath her jaw and Topaz chokes on a gasp.
That was… not what I was expecting.
It's a neat kiss, not sloppy like the neck and throat kisses Topaz is used to. This one is refined and straight-to-the-point. And it's short; Topaz barely has a chance to process it fully before Jade is pulling back with a content smirk.
Topaz tries so very hard not to think about how her neck now bears a mark of Jade's signature purple lipstick. Like a claim.
"You… We're—" Topaz stammers like an idiot.
Jade presses closer, and Topaz tenses as their bodies touch. Her eyes flick down to Jade's breasts for a millisecond before snapping over to the side to stare at her bookshelf. She's sure her cheeks are bright red by now.
Aeons, this is… so much.
"Now, I know you're not that naive."
This wasn't naivety.
This was shock.
She knows Jade is coming onto her. But she can't really fathom that Jade is coming onto her.
But obviously, Topaz can't let Jade know that. She has to be proper and not make a totally fool of herself and — oh that's Jade hand on her face. That's Jade's grip forcing Topaz's eyes back onto her.
Fuck, that's so hot.
Topaz manages to refrain from nuzzling into the gesture like some touch-starved puppy. But… she decides she isn't going to remain as passive — like she usually does when this happens — either.
Instead, in a bold motion, Topaz mirrors Jade's action. Her gloved fingers curl against the curve of Jade's cheek. Touching her feels… Exciting. It's like laying your hands on a priceless sculpture in a museum — and even though Topaz was used to handling rare and expensive things, Jade was not something to be handled.
"There we go~"
And just like that, Jade is leaning further into Topaz's personal space, and sweeping her up in a kiss.
Jade kisses like how she speaks, like how she holds herself: an all-encompassing force that demands attention and obedience. Her tongue teases at the stunned seam of Topaz's lips for only a moment before Topaz lets her in.
By common standards, it's a very mundane kiss; but it makes Topaz feel dizzy, makes her blink away the dazed feeling behind her eyes when Jade pulls away. She resists the urge to chase, and decides to just watch as Jade's hand start to wander over her clothes.
"How long have you wanted me like this, sweet girl?"
The thought of playing hard to get doesn't even run through Topaz's mind for a second; she had never given herself up this easy for anyone she's hooked up with — or even dated!! — in the past.
But this was Jade. Her higher-up. Her fellow Stoneheart. Her fantasy for years.
So, naturally…
"Too long, Madam Jade."
"Mmm, what an honest girl." Jade's praise is sweet, and it sends a pulse of heat between Topaz's thighs. "I'll be honest with you too, then. I want your clothes off."
Ahhh.. mm.
She's sure other people have had sex in their offices before — Topaz has seen the chaise in Aventurine's room, and always makes a point to never sit on it after he 'joked' about how hard stains are to get out of the velvet— but it's not something that ever really crossed her own mind. It just felt so exposing. But she understands the appeal, more-so now that Jade is standing in front of her with expectations.
Knowing the door is locked, and that no one will bother them helps shred the last of Topaz's hesitations about it, and she nods.
Topaz reaches up to start undoing her intricate outfit: first the buckle around the base of her neck, then her the buttons on her tank top, then the lapels of her romper, and finally her belt.
"So many buttons. So hard to take off." Jade comments, watching as Topaz slips the fabric off her arms.
"Well, I can't say I was planning on having sex in my office today." Topaz offers back.
"This cute little number says otherwise." Jade teasingly snaps one of Topaz's bra straps against her shoulder, and she tries to not squeal.
"It's nothing fancy!"
And it really wasn't anything fancy; just a plain red bra with good support. Despite following the IPC's dress code — which inherently made all of the Ten Stoneheart's clothing gaudy and confusing — Topaz was very particular about her clothes (undergarments included), with a good eye for both functionality and fashion.
Jade chuckles good-heartedly. "Well, why don't you take it off so I can look at you properly?"
Certainly don't gotta tell me twice.
Topaz reaches back to fiddle with the clasp as Jade pulls her back into another kiss. This one, Topaz tries to be more active in. She presses her tongue against Jade's as she pulls her bra free from her body and tosses it onto the ground without a care, baring her from the waist up.
"How responsive." Jade purrs after breaking their kiss, delighted. Her hand gently squeezes Topaz's breast a few times, and smiles at the breathy huff that makes it past her lips. "Don't forget that you still have more to take off for me."
At that, Topaz hastily shoves the rest of her outfit down to her ankles. It's definitely an unbecoming gesture of someone of her status, but it seems to delight Jade, who hums at the freshly revealed skin she can now grope and tease, so it doesn't matter.
Jade's hands trail lower, tracing over the soft curve of her waist and hips. The tips of her purple nails dig into the pliant, soft flesh there, and Topaz has to hold back a squeak.
"M-Madam Jade…"
"So sensitive, little Jelena~" The praise relaxes Topaz's shoulders. That sudden wave of insecurity at being undressed and stared at like a painting starts to wane, and instead is slowly replaced by a slow, simmering heat. It feels like a sauna in here, and Jade hasn't even done anything yet.
God she's so pathetic.
Jade's hand moves from her hip, to trace feather-light fingers over the front of her (very, very damp) panties. Topaz feels her legs tremble at the hum Jade breathes into her ear.
"And wet, oh my. I've barely even touched you." She muses, taking a second to pause before continuing, "I could probably slip as many fingers as I wanted into right now, couldn't I?"
Jade pushes Topaz's panties to the side — which is so much more lewd than just taking them off, and it has Topaz squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment as she nods — and runs her index and middle finger against her sopping wet pussy.
They don't enter her at first, deciding instead to trace lazy lines into her folds, to familiarize themselves with Topaz's most intimate spot.
And when Topaz is just on the edge of begging, just about to utterly debase herself at the attainability of penetration, it happens. Jade takes her with two fingers to start, clearly meaning her last statement. It takes everything in Topaz to not clench down in greed, worried Jade would use it as leverage to tease her further. She's already been teased enough, she thinks as the lengths start to push deeper until they're settled to the base of Jade's palm, and until Topaz feels so full.
Topaz's hands come up to cover her mouth, embarrassed by the sounds getting fucked out of her throat. She half-expects (or maybe just really, really wants) Jade to scold her. To gently hum at her and make her put her palms down. But Jade just keeps up with her ministrations, now stroking her fingertips against the slick and spongy walls, seemingly without regard for Topaz's reactions. It doesn't matter. It's hard for Topaz to be disappointed when her entire body feels like a wound-up spring.
At a particularity rough motion, Topaz's hands slam back down onto her desk for leverage, a grounding point so she can grind her hips into the evil curl of Jade's nimble fingers. She knows there are some important papers under her not-so-careful hands, but she can't bring herself to care. Can't make her brain think about anything other than how fucking amazing Jade's hands feel on her body.
In her body.
Those digits rock steadily against her g-spot, and Topaz feels like she's going mad. She writhes in Jade's grasp, thighs shaking. The only thing keeping her from collapsing is the solid wood of her desk at her back and the woman at her front. Not so much much a rock-and-a-hard-place, but she still feels stuck, with no other choice than to take what Jade gives her.
"Madame Jade.. Please-"
"Goodness, you're whiny." Jade chuckles, tone teasing. Her thumb presses mean circles into Topaz's clit, drawing out more breathy moans and shaky breaths.
And it's not long before that telltale pressure building in her lower stomach, the trembling of her hands, the tensing of her thighs, the way her pussy throbs around Jade's fingers.
It's too much…
But it feels soooo good.
Topaz tells her all of this through her whiny babbling, she's sure of it. If not, she's hoping the desperation in her movements speak for her: the twist and grind of her lower body, her arching back, her hands that clamor for purchase across her messy desk.
"How precious." Jade praises, doubling down on her efforts. "Cum whenever you want to, pretty girl. I won't make you wait."
And those words feel like a blessing from the Amber Lord themself as Topaz clenches down and finishes all over Jade's ruthless fingers. The moan that leaves her is much too loud for the quiet office, but Topaz doesn't care. Nothing else matters right now, Jade just made her cum.
Jade is careful when helping Topaz down from the high of her orgasm: more kisses against her throat, slow, coaxing motions of her fingers to ring out the last of Topaz's pleasure, and the gentle hum of acquiescence as Topaz reaches up to knot her fingers in Jade's lapels. Her fingers slip free with one more firm rub to Topaz's clit that almost makes her squeal.
Topaz barely gets a moment to settle, only having been able to take a few deep breaths, before those breaths catch in her throat. She watches as Jade lifts her wet fingers into view between them. She studies them with intent, slowly pulling them apart to watch — and show, holy fuck — how Topaz's slick clings to her skin.
And then Jade brings those digits to Topaz's open, gasping mouth. The gesture has Topaz's eyes rolling back into her head in bliss and submission as she laps and sucks at her own salty wetness. The small smirk of victory is almost enough for Topaz to desperately want another round — even though her pussy aches from oversensitivity.
After that, once her fingers are all clean, Jade takes a few steps away. Topaz mourns the lack of body heat and steady weight of Jade holding her up as she slumps down a bit. She watches Jade through exhausted eyes, with a little smile.
… One that drops as Jade turns heel and makes her way over to the door.
"You're… you're leaving?" Topaz pants in question.
Jade pauses at that. She straightens out her dress, shifting the lapels back over her lacy black bra before looking back toward where she once stood, and where Topaz still is.
Topaz can't tell if her expression is remorseful, or pitiful.
"I have a meeting in 10 minutes, you know how it is." Topaz watches Jade's hungry eyes look her up-and-down once more. "But that was very enjoyable. I'll catch up with you soon, little Jelena~"
Topaz doesn't even have a chance to think about her superior's words before the door opens, and Jade slips out. The second the lock clicks behind her, Topaz collapses into a heap of heated, weak flesh.
She chuckles a bit to herself, dragging a hand through her sweat damp hair.
"Fuck, I'm so down bad."