nookiepowered | The Hallway Behind The Security Center and Points Closish, Wednesday

Saturday's weirdness? It hadn't exactly gone away, but it had died down a bit when Bo hermited herself up in her own place for a few days. Enough that she could talk sanely to insane people and while the delivery guy from Pizza Planet stumbled away muttering about the best tip ever, he was still conscious and vertical at the time, so it counted as a win.

So... maybe it was safe to try venturing out? She had to come into work sometime, after all, and things were still kind of...warm, but not out of control when she stepped out the door into the street.

One walk to school through the oh, so fresh air and twelve sneezes later, she'd found out the answer to that the hard way.

Which was why it was Bo who stumbled now -- out of the janitor's closet.

From behind her came the shuffle-scrape-THUD of someone doing the first three steps of a soft-shoe before giving up and collapsing to the floor with a faint but not unhappy groan.

"Don't you judge me. Don't you DARE judge me!" she stammered defensively to... an empty hallway.

Right. Okay. She'd get to her office eventually, but right now she'd just stay here and hold up this wall for a minute or an hour or two. Until she figured out why, even buzzing with energy as she was now, Bo was still hungry.

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[OOC: Highly likely to be some flavor of NWS. Expecting two, but open to random encounters of the polleny variety! Though for the sake of not juggling logistics, let's OOCly limit the unexpected to people it's safe to have random polleny encounters with.]

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"Oh, honey, I'm so much better than okay."

Then why was she breathing like she'd just run a really dirty marathon?

"Well, you look amazing," Cindy replied, eyes greedily traveling over Bo's, well, everything. Though they might have lingered a while on her chest--on account of the heavy breathing and all. "Other than maybe the wall thing."

Still...damn.

"What's wrong with the wall? I like--" That it keeps me upright. "--the view from here."

"Oh?" Cindy gave Bo a slow, sensual smile. "See anything you like?"

Because Cindy sure was.

"Maybe." Bo's smile wasn't nearly as slow. "You might have to come closer so I can get a better look."

Part of Cindy wanted to run right over to her. But she reined that in and sauntered instead, high heels clicking on the tile floors. Her eyes dropped to Bo's feet, checking to see if she was wearing her boots.

Unf. Cindy'd had fantasies about those boots. Long, involved, dirty ones.

"Close enough?" she asked, stopping juuuuust out of kissing distance.

[Sorry, did not get a chance to post before fleeing for the door.]

Bo made a tiny, petulant sound of frustration, but oh, right, she wasn't actually glued to that wall. She grinned and closed that distance with supernatural, predatory speed. "I was thinking more like this." Right there in your face, Cindy. Close enough to cross your eyes.

Close enough to kiss? Because that's what Cindy was going for right now. Hot, deep, and passionate, one hand coming up to try to wrap Bo's hair around her hand.

Exactly that close.

Well, maybe a little closer. Cindy wouldn't mind if Bo's hand wrapped a little lower around her, would she?

Cindy that would be more than okay with it. She'd tell Bo that, but her mouth was occupied by far more important things. Like exploring every crevice of Bo's, for example.

And since Bo's limbs were doing a bit of wandering, Cindy felt it was fair if some of hers did as well. So that would be her, trying to slide her leg in between Bo's thighs.

Bo's skirt, aside from going very well with the boots, was very good for making that remarkably easy. Almost like it was designed that way!

(It wasn't, but if Bo could actually find a fashion line called Guaranteed To Get You Felt Up By Hot Women In Hallways, she'd be sending her paychecks from both jobs straight to the designer every week, direct deposit.)

Maybe her legs helped out a little bit. Maybe her hands... didn't, one instead sliding up to cup the back of Cindy's head and the other staying right where it was. Just a little more grabby now.

It had found something very nice to grab, no doubt! Cindy's cover of just a meek and mild lit professor might seriously be in jeopardy if someone ever bothered to notice just how very toned and well-muscled she was.

...Wait, no, this was Fandom. Never mind!

As much as Cindy's own hand--the one not currently wrapping Bo's hair around her fist, anyway--would enjoy going down to join her knee, there was a proper order to these things. Cindy knew two things about Bo's breasts: 1) they were amazing, and 2) they really, really needed to be touched. Right about...now.

Bo kind of wished she had more hands, right about now. She'd settle for backing them toward the wall again so she was better balanced to slide one leg up and around.

It was like Twister but vertical and also with tongues and breasts! Not... together, though that was an idea Bo could get behind to.

Ooooh. Wall. Bo was hot and smart. Cindy approved. Very much approved. She was going to show her approval by adding a little bit of bite to their kiss, nipping Bo's lower lip. She tugged on Bo's hair, trying to tilt her head backwards so she could kiss her way down her throat.

And this just for Bo being smart enough to remember walls! Now just imaging what she'd do to show her appreciation if Bo mentioned that brilliant tongue-and-breast combination.

Define 'mention.' Like, did it have to be in English, or did "nnnnnnngnhhh..." count? Because if so, Bo was mentioning it, Very loudly.

The Hallway Behind The Security Center and Points Closish, Wednesday

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