Thread: Just Desserts  -Azecreth and Ulganna-

Leliana was caught by surprise as Anya rose and let the towel fall away, to reveal her nude body to her while at the same time voicing her desire to learn more, and to have the woman spend a bit more time with her. What that entailed need not be guessed at this junction, and she would admit that it was extremely difficult to resist automatically agreeing in the first place. But it seemed her professionalism was enough to keep her restraint, even as her body began to react. She paused, as if somehow picking up on the effort it had taken for Anya to do this, and the attachment she felt with the older woman, though that was far from the case. Instead it was practical considerations. Schedules, meetings, and the like. Her veneer had to hold, even in the face of her desires. Otherwise she would not be long for this position. But at last she relented, shifting in her seat to accommodate what was currently happening. I suppose, she said with a hint of resignation, like she was being somehow forced to do this. Her hands rested in her lap as Leliana fixed her gaze on Anya, a neutral expression painted on her face as she did her best to keep her eyes from roaming and taking in every detail. It was very, tremendously hard, but she did her best as her breathing deepened slightly. Is there any particular area of your duties you would like assistance in, she asked calmly, forcing the emotion. It was not some trick, but to ensure that Anya had the say in what she wanted to happen next. It would not be fair either way, and Leliana would not let that professionalism she favored drop. So, asking it was. Meanwhile.... Rachel wore a shark like grin as Carrera sputtered and panicked over what she was being asked to do. Well then, it seemed that the girl knew just what she was being asked after all, which was fortunate in terms of intimidation, though unfortunate in that she knew exactly how bad her situation was. The surprise factor had been lost, but the coach would take what she could get. She still had the upper hand, and both of the were acutely aware of it at the moment. So let her complain and fret all she wanted. There was only one conclusion to this. That grin only deepened, if such a thing were possible, as Rachel gave in at last, realizing that she had no choice and sitting down on the bench. It was all too good, and the coach relished the power that she had now, the chance to finally get some well deserved payback for all the arguments and clashes. Yes, she was definitely going to enjoy this. Whether Carrera did as well, though, that wasn't exactly her problem, now was it? So the coach took a step forward, hands resting on her hips as she eyed the defeated girl. The superiority, the adrenaline, the power she had, it was doing quite a number, and she could feel herself getting hard already, her length straining against fabric as desire grew and hormones began to flow. Lose the pants, she instructed, gesturing to the shorts that Carrera currently was wearing. It was a natural first step, and she waited impatiently for Carrera to do it, to see if the girl was going to be stupid at the last second or not. Either way, she wouldn't mind.