The office was stuffy as hell. It consisted of a lone desk, stuffed with paper work, and a large purple top hat. On the left of the entrance door was another desk, less grand, and much less neat, with a simple chair in front of it. There was a bookcase off to the right of it, and a lone window letting in the occasional ray of sunlight, and leading out to a spectacular view of The City of Progress. But this didn't change the fact that the room was indeed stuffy, and boring, and that Vi wished she could be anywhere else right now. Namely out on patrol, but that's the reason she was here in the first place. Patrols meant trouble, especially when Vi was involved, because she zealously caught and apprehended dozens of crooks on each on. Trouble and crooks captured meant tons of paper work about every little detail on what happened. And that meant being stuck inside to file papers inside Caitlyn's office, while said sheriff kept a watchful eye to make sure her deputy didn't slack off. That, and since Vi required some form of assistance or another on documents, so she may as well be close by.
However, that also meant that Vi would constantly be distracted by the presence of her superior in the same room as her, and the fact that the woman in question would have her eye on Vi. Watching Vi. It made the deputy nervous for several reasons, too many to allow any actual progress on her documents. This usually lead to Caitlyn, with strict posture and a sharp tone to 'gently' remind Vi get back to filing, which she always took as beratement. That by slacking off she had made herself look like less in the sheriff's eyes. It wasn't nearly that dramatic, though. However, she still couldn't help herself for letting her mind wander the way it did, so this happened often. It was too damn hard to focus, though, when she could just tilt her head to the right and see Sheriff Caitlyn in all her glory.
It would be too damn hard to focus, when without looking, Vi already knew the sight that awaited her if she did look. It would be the sheriff, sitting down, head pointed toward her desk filling out her own share of paper work, and once in a while, she would glance up to make sure Vi wasn't lost in thought again (If only the sheriff knew what her deputy was thinking about). She would be in that purple dress that started too damn low, and ended too damn high. Who the hell would make such a thing anyway? And would the sheriff, with that much class, wear it? It's purpose was obvious, to show off those lovely breasts, and her long smooth legs, and every single fricken curve in her body. And it did it's job very well. Vi found herself biting the inside of her cheek once again in an effort to control herself. To remind herself that she should be doing paper work right now, and that she shouldn't even be thinking Caitlyn right now. Or at all. Ever, because classy ladies like that don't go fo-
"Eyes at your desk, not at the cieling, Vi."
Fuck. Caught once again. It was always so humilating when this kind of thing happened. Caitlyn had a habit of making the the bruiser seem like a child, and yet, Vi could've sworn she was older. Still, she resigned herself to stare down at the documents, intent on staying focused this time, but that was a lost cause. Not when you-know-who was a few steps away. The words mixed and jumbled together, and some of them she needed a dictionary for. To the best of her ability, she managed to sign each one correctly (In her best attempt at cursive) until she turned the next page. A huge blob of ink assaulted her then and there with confusing directions and complex words. Something about the protocal, it made no sense, at least to her. She would need help on this one, and yet refused to ask. Vi has always been too proud of a lass, but there was also the question of whose assistance. It was stupid, but she wanted to prove the sheriff that she could do it on her own, that she was a big girl now. She wanted to impress her.
This was to no avail however because 12 minutes passed and Vi was still on the same page. She was content with simply staring at it, rather than admit she couldn't do it, when the sheriff had somehow materialized behind her. Vi hadn't even noticed until Caitlyn bent down low to inspect the document closely. The shock hushed Vi into silence, while Caitlyn didn't seem to notice her awkwardness. Instead, the sheriff simply ran her eyes along the words. Finally, the silence broke when Caitlyn spoke
"It's simply asking you about their descriptions."
"Hm." Responded Vi still too startled to say anything coherent, but still able to play off aloofness. Satisfied, the sheriff promply walked back to her desk.
But the strawberry scent of Caitlyn's shampoo still lingered. And the spot on her back where Caitlyn's breasts rested was still warm.
Well shit.