Natasha pushed the button on the elevator, the door closes with that and the lift goes down. Her thoughts stuck on someone going down...on her. She can't help but smile. The smile grows even brighter as she notices Anderson's grim face.
"What's next on the timetable?" Natasha asks into the silence.
The sounds of paper brushing against each other fills the tight space. Anderson finally finds the right date and the elevator bings. They start walking, Anderson falling a step behind.
"No more meetings, ma'am."
"None?" surprise obvious in her voice.
"You wanted time to finish paper work, Ms Karnstein." Anderson states in a monotone voice.
Natasha remembers the pile of sheets on her desk, and sights "Right." She opens her cars door, sits down and drives into her office, for exactly 27,54 minutes.
"Food! We need food!" Natasha laments, while petting her dog and leading her inside the apartment. Her stomach grumbles from lack of food. She shakes of her heels and shrugs out the coat, letting it fall to the floor carelessly. The coat sleeve landed on the German shepherd, who barked at it before following Natasha into the open kitchen. The dog owner boils some water, and prepares the dogs food, and pours it into Hufflepuff's bowl. As the water boils she pours a cup of rice in it and begins cutting carrots and unfreezing peas.
The finished meal is eaten in silence, only interrupted by the fork that's scratching against the plate and the drinking noises Hufflepuff makes.
After cleaning up, Natasha lets herself fall on the couch, next to Hufflepuff, absentmindedly caressing her while watching crappy TV shows. She almost falls asleep using the dog as a comfortable, but rather hairy, pillow. Natasha shakes her head to clear her mind from the sleep fogginess.
"Let's get going, buddy." she whispers, voice thick with sleep. Hufflepuff follows her out the living room and settles onto her dog-bed. Natasha rubs her eyes and changes out of her skirt, thighs, shirt and bra. She replaces her work clothes with a gray oversized shirt, and is asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.
Natasha finds herself in a a pitch black room, suddenly a dozen lights shine up the entire room. The candles alight the room orange and red, and make the surroundings visible for Natasha's eyes. She finds herself in a windowless room, with bright walls and only one other object beside the candles, a bed. A bed covered in red rose petals scattered on white bedsheets. Natasha just stares numbly at the bed. Some inexplicable force draws her nearer to the bed. She steps closer until her knees brush against the underside of the bed. She quickly climbs atop it. Stretching on the soft mattress, still wearing the shirt and her purple panties. Natasha closes her eyes and almost falls asleep. Almost.
She hears a noise, more like a gust of wind. Natasha slowly opens her eyes, from her position on the bed. There she stands, wearing jogging pants and a black tank top, which really brings out the blue of her eyes.
"Hello, beautiful." Natasha addresses the other women with a wink.
"You literally are the woman of my dreams." The other women mumbles, more to herself.
"Hey! Don't act like you don't like it, Dormer. I saw the way you looked at me today." Dormer blushes at that and tries to cover her face with looking around in the room.
Natasha keeps her eyes locked on Dormer, and draws circles with her pointy finger on her thighs. Dormer's eyes get caught on the tormentingly slow motion, and tries to keep calm by breathing deep in and out. Natasha still stares at her, from the position on the bed, as soon as Dormer looks her into the eyes she licks her lips and bites it afterwards.
"Fuck it." Dormer states rushing over to the bed. She crawls onto the bed and on top of the other woman, who has a shit-eating grin on her pretty face. Dormer quickly wipes that away by kissing her full force. No hesitation this time. There's only lust, heat and the both of them.
Natasha tugs at Dormers shirt and pulls it over her head, soon followed by her own landing somewhere on the floor.
The blonde woman starts kissing down Natasha's neck, and makes her gasp for air. Natasha soon gets revenge by grabbing the others butt and pulling it close to her. She moves her hair and creates sweet friction. Dormer groans, and puts even more pressure on their crotches.
"Wait." Natasha gasps, "We need to get those pants off you."
Dormer grumbles but willingly lifts her hips and Natasha pulls her pants down, and with them her underwear. She then moves to removing her own panties but Dormer stops her. She takes her wrists and holds them over Natasha's head, keeping it in place there. She kisses her and then slowly moves down Natasha's stomach, until she reaches her panties.
Dormer carefully kisses her, then she grabs the fabric with her teeth, and pulls them down. Natasha breathlessly lifts her hips while trying to calm down. Dormer throws the fabric to the rest of their clothes. She moves back up and starts kissing Natasha again. The black haired woman is so engrossed in the kissing she doesn't notice Dormers hand getting very low. Dormer lets her hand wander against the others thighs and Natasha's breath gets caught. Dormer smiles into the kiss, while her hand wanders closer to where Natasha wants, and by this point needs it to be.
Dormers hand brushes against Natasha's sweet spot. A moan escapes her lips and she closes her eyes. Suddenly Dormer's fingers are gone.
"Hey!" Natasha growls and demands,"Get your hand back down there!" She blindly reaches for Dormer, but her hands stay empty. Natasha opens her eyes, as she takes in her surroundings.
"No!" she whispers running a hand through her hair. The whisper grows into a steady stream of "Fuck." followed by "This can't be happening!" and "Dammit."
Natasha is back in her own bedroom without petals and candles. Worst of all the other woman is gone, and so is the pleasure she could have created.
She groans vocally, her breath still fast and ragged. Her heart beating so fast it almost jumps out of her ribcage, the rage and sexual frustration for sure, won't slow it down.
During her sleep she kicked the bedsheets off the bed, due to the heat spreading from her inner thighs all over her body, from the toes to the tip of her ears.
Natasha is wearing way too many clothes considering the incredible heat. She moves to remove her shirt but her focus is quickly taken towards another place, her pulsating vagina. The woman doesn't even have enough patience to pull down the soaked panties. Natasha slides further down the bed, making her shirt ride up so far the cloth barely covers her nipples. She spreads her legs wider apart, closes her eyes and desperately tries to go back to that beautiful dream. Her efforts are useless, all she can do is remember the things dream-Dormer did to her. Of course she can imagine how the situation could have proceeded. She slowly lets her hand slide inside her panties. Rubbing circles on the sensitive area.
Soon the bedroom fills with the sound of heavy breathing, and the occasional dirty moan.
To her own surprise, it doesn't take long for her to feel that familiar sensation. Her hand starts moving in a faster rhythm, even more heat rises and Natasha's back rises from the mattress. Her mouth opens, moans paired with air are pressed out of her lungs as she reaches her climax. Her muscles tense and relax again and again.
Natasha lies motionless on the bed, a total wreck. Her cheeks are tinged red and her pupils are so big, they only leave a very thin brown line visible. She closes her eyes and baths in the afterglow, enjoying the deep relaxation of all her body parts.
Lying there she completely denies, the fact that she just came at the thought of her business partner, and pushes all thoughts of Dormer into the far back of her mind.
Natasha lazily pulls her sleep shirt back down, tosses away her even more soaked panties, and reaches for the bedsheets on the floor. All while using as minimal movement as possible. It doesn't take long for her relaxed body to fall asleep for the third time this night.
The night is considerably short and soon interrupted by the ringing of the alarm clock, soon followed by soft feet padding into the room. Natasha groans and smashes the off button on the alarm. Her mood turns from sour to content immediately as she notices Hufflepuff in the room with her. The dog jumps on the bed and buries her head in her owner's neck. She cuddles the dog for a while before getting out the bed and grabbing fresh clothes. Hufflepuff sniffs around the room and doesn't need very long to find the discarded panties. "No, no, no." she giggles, "That's nothing for your young nose, Hufflepuff." She picks up the underwear and tosses it into her laundry basket.
A quick shower and a shared breakfast later they head out for a long walk, on the way home Natasha brings Hufflepuff to the dog care.
Back home she dresses for the office, in skirt, white blouse, dark thighs and heels.
Up to this point she was distracted enough, but now nothing can keep her mind from wandering to her constant daydream, and since this evening, night dream as well, Dormer. Where her mind stays stuck for the rest of her office hours.