Playtime

by scribblemoose

" Watcha doin'?"

"Working." Quistis gave Selphie a stern look over the top of her reading glasses, and took particular care not to put down her pen, or lay aside the grade sheet she was annotating.

Selphie pouted, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Poor Quisty. We can't have that."

"I have to," said Quistis. "They're SeeD exams, and they have to be marked. I don't have any choice in the... Selphie, what are you doing?"

"Taking my clothes off," said Selphie, kicking her boots under Quistis' desk with a giggle.

"Selphie, this is my office! Anyone could walk in!"

"Not with the door locked and password protected they can't," said Selphie, peeling off her socks.

"Selphie!"

"Yes?" She stood there, wearing nothing but a thin shift dress with spaghetti straps, one of which refused to stay on her shoulder, falling temptingly down her smooth, tanned arm instead.

Quistis could be certain she was wearing nothing underneath, because, well, the dress was that thin, and it was clinging in some very interesting places.

"Come on, Quisty," Selphie giggled again, and took the pen from Quistis' hand, ignoring her little meep of protest. "You've been in here for hours. It's not good for you." And she plonked herself in Quistis' lap, working deftly to release the slide in Quistis' hair so that it fell soft and sleek around her shoulders.

"I'm busy," said Quistis, a little crossly. "Go play with Irvine."

"Irvine's gone back to Balamb, remember? It's just you and me."

Clever fingers massaged Quistis' scalp, easing out tension, ignoring Quistis' fading murmurs of protest. "You work so hard," said Selphie, softly, taking Quistis' glasses from her nose and dropping them on the desk behind her. "It's not good for you."

"Have things to do," said Quistis feebly, but she was already starting to relax, leaning back in her chair and drowning in Selphie's scent. Shampoo and a subtle, fresh perfume.

"That's better," Selphie murmured, tilting Quistis' face gently to be kissed.

"Exams," said Quistis, but the word was swallowed up as Selphie kissed her, warm and soft and reassuring. Her pen fell to the wooden floor with a clatter, and Quistis wrapped her arms around her lover with a low growling sound, all need and hunger and wanting to melt together.

"Good girl."

Quistis ran one hand up Selphie's leg, shifting the soft fabric along her skin as they kissed, tongues dancing, soft lips brushing, making hearts pound and breath come short. Not rushing, she cupped her hand around Selphie's bottom; just knowing she was naked underneath her dress was exciting enough for now to make Quistis ache and tingle. Selphie was undressing her; slowly popping buttons on her shirt, smoothing the cotton over her shoulders and trailing too-gentle fingers over the swell of one breast, freeing it from the constriction of lacy bra. Already stiff, her nipple throbbed as Selphie flicked it with one fingertip, pinched it lightly, teased it with her palm.

Quistis gasped, a catch of breath, and Selphie giggled, rubbing her own little breasts over Quistis', her own nipples hard beneath her silky dress. "Mmmm. See, now they're happy," Selphie murmured, dipping her head to tease with her lips and tongue, licking in tiny circles before she took Quistis' nipple in her mouth and began to suck.

The shock went straight down her body to settle as a poignant ache between her legs, and Quistis cried out. She could feel Selphie's lips curve to a smile, and she raised her head, eyes sparkling. "Good, huh?" she said.

"Very," said Quistis, and started stroking Selphie's leg again, slowly moving her trembling fingers towards the soft fuzz between her thighs. "Oh Gods..." Selphie parted her legs a little; she was biting her lower lip and squirming helplessly in Quistis' lap. Quistis ran the pad of her middle finger along the lips of Selphie's cunt, and then between. "You're so wet," she murmured, her fingers tingling at the sensation of hot, slick skin. "So wet."

Selphie grinned and shimmied around so her back rested against Quistis' breasts, bracing herself with her toes curled around the edge of the desk, legs spread wide. Quistis draped her arms around Selphie's slender hips to reach her; it was almost like touching herself. She stroked softly, one finger teasing Selphie's entrance while the other ran circles around her clit. Selphie rested her head back on Quistis' shoulder, a smile of pure bliss on her face.

"Mmm. Do that forever," she whispered.

"My pleasure," said Quistis, and it was true. Just holding Selphie like this, naughty and wanton in her arms made her feel warm and good and the world just floated away. There was no urgency, no deadline, nothing to be serious about.

Quistis kissed the tip of Selphie's ear, making her wriggle, and smiled to herself.

"Tell me when you want to come," she said.

"Not yet. Just play. I like it when you play with me."

As if there could be any doubt, the way Selphie's body was responding to her touch; her sex swollen and warm and wetter than ever. Her slick juices coated Quistis' fingers and made little clicking sounds as she stroked. Quistis slipped one finger inside, wiggling it a little and flicking at the spot that made Selphie squirm and groan. For all that Selphie had said she wasn't ready yet, she was soon rocking her hips with a definite rhythm, little cries escaping from her throat, her eyes shut as she lost herself to Quistis' touch.

When she came she yelled, her head flung back, body completely still except for the powerful clench and pulse of her cunt around Quistis' fingers. She looked so pretty: flushed and excited and completely abandoned, and as she slowly came down to earth her eyes fluttered open, and she gave Quistis the sweetest, happiest smile.

"Better?" said Quistis, quirking one eyebrow in amusement.

"Oh yes," said Selphie, enthusiastically.

"Going to let me get back to work?"

But Selphie had already twisted around and slipped to her knees at Quistis' feet.

"No chance," she said, sliding Quistis' skirt up her legs, licking her lips like a cat. Quistis' eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat as Selphie tugged her further down in her chair, nudging her knees apart. She clearly didn't think that playtime was over just yet.

And despite the towering pile of exam papers on the desk, Quistis couldn't bring herself to care.