Honestly I was expecting to miss this month's update but we managed to get here on time! Another office worker AU, where Rin is Len's clumsy secretary, and his mother is desperate for him to find a wife.
Chapter Warning: .. not much honestly.. somewhat non-consensual consensual sex?
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23/6/18
"pause and restart"
summary: Of all people he could've found attractive, it had to be the girl who couldn't live one minute before walking into a wall or tripping on her knees. It's the way she bites her lip. Yes, that's what caused his downfall. He blames the lip biting.
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He doesn't know what it is about her.
Maybe it's the nervous way she bites her lip and becomes a bright shade of rose whenever he walks one foot within her presence, or the way she'll drop whatever she's holding during the moment, whether it's a stack of paper or a ballpen, if he does so much as speak a single sentence in front of her face. The words don't even have to be directed to her, his own existence is a surefire way to make her turn into a complete mushy mess of goo on the designer carpet floor.
Len would be lying if he said he didn't find it adorable.
And he'd be lying even more if he said he wouldn't want to see the sight everyday.
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They were both new, young, and inexperienced. The corporation was founded nearly a century back by his late great-grandfather when real-estate businesses were still rather unheard of; though it was a small family business with the occasional properties scattered here and there across the country, an entire empire managed to be built from the ground with nothing. Metaphorically, of course, but that man was ingenious and his legacy continues on.
The seat of the Head President was passed down by lineage. Eldest son, to eldest son, until it reached Len.. who was thankfully the only child born from the former company owner and had no competition that wished to take over the company, until he decides to have a child of his own.
Her history was different from his own. Rin Megurine grew up in the countryside, and had to work through sweat and dust so she could move in with her elder sister to a one-bedroom flat in the big city so she could pursue a solid education.
From what he knows, the ambition went down the drain when her sister was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder and the clashing of cells depleting themselves until she can't move a single limb but the crane of her neck. When the opportunity to get a job came, Rin took first chance she could get to support both hospital bills and the rising stack of debt on their kitchen table. Of course, all this information came from a secondary source.
Len's not sure how accurate the story really is.
She started training a year back, when his father was planning to retire and release the ownership of the company name to him. He saw her back then, fetching coffee and doing odd jobs around the office. She always had wild hair, black eyes, and smeared lipstick that always looked like it was applied the night before.
The young lady was the last person he'd expect to take over the role of the CEO's personal secretary. Disheveled, frantic, and a straight mess.
Not one day would pass before she'd screw something up.
Delete their entire financial records and delay the work of their technical division for an entire week because they had to spend hours recovering it, turn down an official proposal from the government to provide them funds for a new project without consulting anybody about it because she wrongly assumed it was a prank call, misheard an order to close one of their hotels down the next year for renovations, and instead voiced it to the hotel manager as immediately, which warranted many cries of anger from clients that already had their bookings placed, and guests that had been staying overnight and was almost forced to give up their rooms until the real secretary stepped up to reverse all the mistakes.
On and on and on. He tried to convince his father to remove the girl from their company before she could make permanent damaging changes but the man found it more amusing than harmful, and instead refused to heed his advice.
She had offered to leave on her own, of course, eyes swimming with tears. Any other person would've taken the offer and kicked her out to the streets.
Unfortunately his father wasn't any other person and had the confidence level of a mountain. When he found a liking towards Rin, there wasn't a single doubt it was unlikely to fade; enough to boost her to where she is now. Once the old man retired, so did the respective secretary (an elderly woman who'd been there a long time and was in charge of Rin's training), leaving Len to take the seat joined by their local walking disaster. Every morning he could expect her to spill at least one mug of coffee with her elbow when picking up a call, and every night he could expect her to walk into the glass doors whenever she was leaving for the day.
It's just, well, he didn't expect himself to start laughing and smiling fondly everytime she'd do it. The worst part of all is the realisation that the more and more he sees her, the more he'll find his eyes lingering, whether on her little antics or the little smile she gives herself when she's able to evade one trip over her heels, as if daring him to look away.
Only he never does. He keeps his gaze on, and it stays until the very last moment she's in sight.
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"Has the operative department finished up the proposal we're sending to Cevio Corporations?"
She leapt three foot away from surprise at his question. It seemed she wasn't aware enough to notice anyone stand behind her for the past four minutes to monitor her work. Rin seemed horribly flustered at the thought of being close to a person, and when she glanced up to notice that it wasn't just any person and was actually her boss ー that is, the boss she can't spend two minutes with before becoming a stuttering mess, well..
She made the wise decision of looking down to her feet before answering. "Not yet, Sir."
Figures. They had one long weekend off work and now his employees are too caught up in holiday fever to do any job done properly.
He needs the proposal done by Friday. It takes three days to deliver the parcel to Cevio's headquarters in France and they're delaying something that could be completed in the flick of a finger.
Len shook those thoughts off. No point getting a headache so early in the morning.
He instead viewed over Rin Megurine's outfit and wasn't at all surprised to see a damp coffee stain on her mocha-shaded skirt. She's lucky the cloth was dark enough to begin with, or else it'd be more obvious than it already is.
Maybe she'd predicted this would happen ahead of time.
"Well, get them to hurry it up."
"Yes Sir. I, um, I think your phone's ringing.."
It was. The device vibrated wildly in his pocket and the blond took it out to read a message from his mother, who rarely ever wrote to him once he'd graduated from university, almost as if he was completely disowned the moment he stepped out of the house.
Len couldn't help but groan once he read what was written.
He noticed the young secretary daring a timid look upwards to the sound. "Rin, see to it that I'm still free on Thursday evening. If there's something that crops up, just move it to a later date."
"Oh, um.." She folded her binder beneath her arms and rushed to edit his schedule on the computer. "You've already cleared it.. last week? For your day off. I'll keep that in mind for arranging future appointments, Sir."
"Good."
He gently pat her shoulder to express gratefulness, effectively turning the young woman her a statue, and he heard something that sounded like a squeal only after he walked away.
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He should've known something would go wrong when his mother invited him to come to his childhood home out of the blue for dinner on the one evening he was taking a day off from work. He wanted to lounge on the sofa, drink a few cans of strawberry soda and watch whatever he could find on television that's other than Animal Planet when the phone rang to provide him with the dreadful news.
See, 'invite' was just a way of sugar-coating the way his mother wanted to say 'demand.'
That means he's in for six hours of hell on earth. Longer, if she intends to keep him there overnight.
He arrived late after sunset and the woman was already at the table, tenderly slicing apart a piece of sirloin steak when he took a seat. A kitchen helper set a plate in front of his seat and Len joined for dinner. His mother was looking away, not wanting to meet him in the eyes, and he vaguely wondered if she was imagining his head on the platter when she was knitting her knife so aggressively into the meat. He gently lifted his hand and placed it on her own to halt those actions.
Len took a deep breath. "Sorry I'm late. You know how the city is.. heavy traffic."
"I want grandchildren."
That was the last thing he was expecting.
His smile was frozen on his face. "You ー you want what?"
There was no hesitation to reconfirm. "Babies. I want babies. I want you to have babies."
She wrenched her hands out of his grasp and instead cupped her face into her palms to emit loud sobs of emotional pain. It was a horribly dramatic display and Len leant back into his seat hoping an angel from the skies would swoop down and carry him away from the dining table into the fresh street outside, where it's sager than being in the presence of a woman in distress. Unfortunately it didn't seem like any angels would be doing that anytime soon so he sat still and acted deaf to ride the entire thing through.
Lily Kagamine didn't say she wanted babies. She said she wanted.. daisies, yes, daisies, like the ones adorned in ceramic pots outside their doorstep. Len chuckled softly at the thought.
His mother caught on to his laughter to reward him a wet glare.
He saw a shadow hidden behind the staircase descend, and as if realising an earthquake was about to occur in their very own home, went back up the stairs. His father must've come down for dinner only to decide that it was a very bad time.
"I'm becoming old, Len. My mistake was thinking just one son would be enough. If I had known you'd be like this I would've made at least five more replacements. Do you know how close I am about going to your daddy to beg him into giving me another baby? Do you?"
Not very close, he thinks. She was always vocal about the pain of childbirth and how he should appreciate the life she sacrificed withstanding torture for. Him having a sibling was out of the question before anyone could've even thought about it, not to mention the growing nausea he feels in his throat at the idea of his parents creating another child.. at their age.
He had to take a sip of water to prevent himself from gagging on thin air. Maybe the lack of his future really was turning her insane. The way she could've thought of such an idea was evidence of that.
It still wasn't good enough of a reason for him to lock himself into responsibility.
"You don't even have to get married, you know? I know I've always been strict about that but at this point I don't care."
"Mum, please. Now isn't the right time."
"You can find a girl. Any girl. Just pay her to carry your baby for nine months, she can get out of our sight after that. I've heard the women in your generation are willing, especially the money desperate ones ー I'll pay for it myself. You can go to work, and your father and I will take care of the baby."
"Mum!"
He didn't have that big of an appetite when he arrived in the first place, but now it's completely gone, replaced with hot boiling embarrassment. He'd rather barf and choke on air than allow himself to eat the food in this house, who knows what his mother could've ordered the chefs to put inside their meal. Poisoning her son wasn't beneath her.
Especially when this specific son was denying her the rights to have a grandchild.
She sipped her wine. "Your father agreed if I found a bride within a month, you'll marry her without protest."
She was losing her mind. Len would've shrieked if he was alone, but instead he had to succumb to turning a deathly shade of pale.
"Can't! I can't! I'm ー erm, courting someone already!"
A downright lie, but it could serve to get her off his back for a while.
The plan backfired horribly. Instead of looking simply aghast, his mother set her glass down, observed him with what seemed like stars in her eyes, before letting out an inhumane sound of excited laughter. A nearby maid who was sleeping the floors tripped over her own shoes from the noise. "I knew it! I knew, I knew something was up.. I told your daddy, but he said it was nonsense, and now we know who's right! It's about time, my son isn't ugly! Very good, Len, I want you to bring her over for dinner by next weekend, understand?
And that is how he dug up a mess out of thin air.
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In his defense, this will work better than saying he's got nothing close to a relationship and live the horror of his mother actually collecting him a bride within a month and pushing them to breed.
The only flaw is that he hasn't got any lady friends. Not because he's uncomfortable with the opposite sex, but because he's not good with social interaction all in all. He has three close friends he can list off the bat.
Two are men.
The third refuses to do anything with or about him because he'd beat her ass in poker last Sunday.
He could ask one of his employees in exchange for a month's bonus in pay.
There are some rather physically appealing ones in the advertising department. That is, in the bodily factor. But then there's also the pretty young lady who replaced their previous florist, coming by to bring fresh flowers into their office each month. It's too bad she might be the former florists daughter.
That said, young. Too young. Even if she didn't look like it.
"Rin? Rin Megurine." Len walked straight up to her desk immediately the moment he left the elevator and entered their floor. He had to call for her twice, and almost felt bad with interrupting her while she was so focused in her work ー reviewing some of the editorial papers with her own eyes before handing it over to him, most likely. There were another stack of parchments to her left, apparently the finished proposal that had been done overnight.
She knocked over her penholder and let out something that sounded like a shriek before recomposing herself.
The man took a step back.
Right.. he'd likely never get used to her. She was a little too erratic for his liking, no matter if it was just slightly amusing, and even more slightly adorable. As long as she gets her jobs done then there's nothing he complain about.
"Do you know anyone that's free on Sunday evening?" He spoke before she could greet him.
"Sunday evening? Well.. you are. Sir."
"Other than me."
Rin bit her bottom lip, shrugged, and glanced out the window as if trying to figure out whether this was a trick question. "Me?"
"Other than yo ー wait," Hold on a second. Hold on a second. "You're free on Sunday evening?"
"Yes, Sir." She fussed her brows. "I tend to take days off whenever you do. Unless you need me to look over anything."
Of course. Why didn't he think of it before.
Pretty, petite, a delicate frame and the all-around attitude that deserved tender care. She was perfect, an ideal model wife. His mother would land one sight on this girl and absolutely devour this innocent image like a wolf and he'll be able to stand back being proud of himself while they're at it.
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He was right.
He was so very right.
Len stared at himself in the mirror. He would kiss himself if he could. They were at his apartment, with him lounging on his couch while she was staring timidly from her position by the doorframe. He'd spent hours and hours alone the previous day scouring for dresses of varying sizes in the big city's fashion hub, and wasn't at all disappointed with the results. He assumed her sizes, and had the young lady try on them all.
It almost seemed like a mistake with how each and every new outfit she came out to show him made his tongue tie itself more and more, and he was losing the knowledge to speak by each passing minute. The last dress was what shot him speechless.
Rin Megurine stood tall with her pale pink dress that blended well with her ivory skin. The skirt fell below her knees in a puff of white while her feet dorned heels that accentuated her legs, which weren't at all long but were very slender. Like a fine, served piece of gold caviar right before your very eyes.
Above her heart-shaped top, that exposed her back and the dip of her waists, were pearls found deep within the Indian ocean.
He felt his heart drop to his stomach when she left the wall she was hiding behind fully to walk towards him in full display. Her hips clocked with every swing of her foot and those innocent eyes didn't go well with the burning warmth in his throat.
It took him a moment before he realised she was waiting for an opinion.
No words could leave his mouth. Instead he brought up a hand, raised his thumb and mustered the weakest smile possible.
The grin she gave him afterwards was blinding and they left for the car in silence.
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The moon was bright tonight and so were the stars.
He left one of the backseat car windows open, and they could hear the rustle of trees and grass as they moved past the empty streets on their way to his family home. She was fumbling with her hair, and then with the cup of her strapless bra which didn't fail at all in harvesting his full attention when he was meant to keep his eyes on the road, but long enough the entire trip of torture was brought to an end. Only to bring in a new level of suffering.
They didn't need to ring the doorbell. The woman of the house was expecting them, and had likely been standing at the entrance of the house for what seemed like hours.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of her son with his arm around a woman.
"Sir, are you sure you don't just want to tell her the truth?" She brought the subject up beneath her breath. "Mothers are horribly proficient at detecting lies, you see."
"Then I suppose you're going to have to be the most proficient actor tonight, won't you?" He sang lightly. His hand landed on her back, a little too far down, and she jumped in her shoes. He awkwardly brought it higher where it'd be less suggestive. The damage was done, however, and her crimson cheeks were proof enough of that.
He took one foot onto the marble steps and it was only a little way up before they met the figure of his impatient mother.
She nearly screamed at the sight of his supposed lover.
Arms flung around Rin's shoulders without a moment's thought and the girl was smoothly brought out of her grasps and into the house. She could smell roast turkey, lemons and limes that'd spent their time in the oven, and the strongest scent of expensive perfume lathered all over this older woman's body.
She did her best to hold in her breath. Everything, all at once, was far too overwhelming.
Lily stepped back to cup Rin's cheek in her palms. "Oh, darling, I've heard so much about you!"
She hasn't, really, but Rin was able to fake a smile anyways.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Ma'am."
"Rin, isn't it? Come in, come in, I had our cook up your favourite meal, after Len told us about it, of course ー beef lasagne and our local chickens on a grill!"
The young lady blinked for a moment, as if registering the words, but she didn't have long to ponder before being dragged across the hall to the dining room.
Lily was getting carried away with complimenting her beautiful golden locks and pretty dress, which she had no doubt Len probably picked it out himself (courtesy of the grapevine rather than actual prediction), and her son fell a few steps behind them in endless relief. He knew choosing Rin Megurine was the right idea, there was no way anyone could ever hate this girl. Except for him, of course, but that was a year back and he hadn't known better.
He does now, though. They sat at the table, with Rin laughing at a joke Lily had said while layers of meat were piled on her plate.
His mother stood up, excusing herself to the cellar downstairs so they could dine on some glasses of wine, other than the uncorked one on the table, when Len noticed the way Rin poked her meal with a fork in silence once they were left alone.
"Nervous, Rin?" He chuckled gently. "You're doing spectacularly."
There was a pause.
She didn't look up when she spoke.
"I'm a vegetarian, Sir."
Oh, fuck.
"RIN! Rin, darling, you've barely touched your meal!" His mother came before he could speak, and she displayed full bottles of swirling reds in her arms before setting them loudly on the linen. A few maids followed behind her with more, and he could see Rin pale even more. "No matter. These are some of our best in the house. You'll have a few drinks with me, won't you?"
"Oh, no thank you, Ma'am. I've got a very low tolerance for alcohol."
"All the better. So do I."
"No, Ma'am, I really can't handle even one glass of wine. Sir, please, I think my sister needs me to come home."
"Sir?"
"Maybe you could have one glass and we'll leave, My Lady?" He tried to push it off as a pet name.
Rin wasn't amused. "No, I really can't."
But that glass was already poured, and it was served right in front of her, while the woman of the house was already on her second drink. The look Lily Kagamine had showed that she had no plans of stopping anytime soon.
And that meant she wanted company all through the night, whether anybody else agreed with it or not.
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It was a vivid three AM in the morning by the time his mother finally released them and Rin had dark circles beneath her eyes while she sat on the passenger seat beside him. He had no problems getting into the car, and she looked so relieved the moment the door closed behind her and she was safe for the night.
When she signed up for a job, being able to act as her boss's amour was not one of the requirements. At least she managed to ride through it the rest of the night.
Especially seeming sober enough. It seems her low tolerance to alcohol really was a lie.
Rin drank five bottles ー sixteen glasses of wine, all by herself.
Not only that but she was calm enough to walk down the hall, off the marble stairs, and into his car without falling even once.
It's almost like she behaves less clumsily than she normally would during the day, though maybe it's because he was too exhausted to think about it himself. In her defense, she refused each sip, but his mother kept claiming the attitude was nonsense and poured her one glass after another. Len opted to stay out of it so he'd be able to drive them home.
He wasn't offered any in the first place. Once they returned to the big city, the young man drove past their office building and hit the brakes by a stopping light before clearing his throat. "Listen, Rin, about the ー about dinner. I'm really sorry, I wanted her to get off my back so I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. If I had known.."
He wouldn't have asked them to serve meat to a vegetarian of all things.
Oh, hell, what if she quits work the next morning. Then he'll have to find a replacement secretary, and watch them crawl all the way up making one mistake after another, and probably never bite their lip and spill mocha on their skirt every morning, and have that look in the eyes..
He never got to say the next part of his sentence.
In one second, she slid her hand onto his thigh, slid it up, and tested straight above his crotch.
"Mmm... It's okaaay.."
"Rin?"
"Sir.. I don't... I don't feel so good." She squeezed, and the light turned green. His hands instinctively went to the steering wheel once releasing the break, but that must've been the one mistake he shouldn't have made that night. Or maybe the mistake was choosing Rin Megurine of all people in aiding his escapades from a wild mother. "I think.. you have to help me feel better."
Pop, his button went open. His zipper soon followed and she wasted no time to hold his growing heat through the material of his underwear.
He brought one hand down and risked their safety to desperately push her hand away but she whined and crossed the bridge between their seats to rest her head on his lap.
Thinking she was sober was yet another mistake.
He was wrong. He's so very wrong. Everything is falling apart.
A motorbike passing by honked at them when his car was swerving too far left until it went off the road, and Len forced his hands onto the wheel again to focus. While he was doing that, she slid his boxers down and his pants followed just halfway down his thighs. It wasn't much, but it was enough.
Enough for her to see his upright manhood in full display.
"Rin, oh god, this is dangerous. Please don't."
"But you're so haaaaard..."
She gathered saliva into her mouth and hovered over his lap to spit it all out over his member, coating it in a shining wet gloss. Len let out a curse.
"Mm... I... I ain't never seen a real... penis before. It's so cute."
"Thank you. Could you stop, now, that you've seen it?"
"Not until I've tasted it. I've always wanted to taste yours, you know, Sir? Always, always.. yours..."
And that's where Len just went, ah, fuck it, and pulled over by the side of a road.
He grabbed the back of her head where her hair was in locks of gold in his fist, before pushing down.
"Then do it."
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"Mmmmmmm... mm...! Mmm! Mm! Mmmm!"
"Louder."
"...hmmm... MMMM! MMMMMM!"
"Louder, Rin. Louder."
After her pampering of him in the car, he tossed her in the backseat, stripped her off that dress and indulged in heaven while she scratched sin into his back. It didn't take long for him to drive them to his apartment while she was dowsing in a nap, and he had to carry her body all the way up the elevator with one arm while the other handled the keys to the door.
She woke up by the time he spread her across the bed, dragging a full-spread mirror in front so they could watch while he pounded into her sideways.
One ankle held over his arm while she let out sighs of pleasure with a fist forced into her mouth.
She fell asleep before he did, and he covered her in his arms until sunlight rose.
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A woman on a wheelchair greeted him by the door, long salmon hair floating behind her. Rin was fast asleep in his arms. Delivering her back home was no easy feat, he cleaned and redressed her in the clothes she was wearing when picking her up from the nearby road the previous morning. The rose and white dress she wore before were ripped to shreds in both the back seat of his car and his bedroom floor. He'd viewed the small house, with a flimsy gate and moss on the walls, and worried whether he was at the right address.
It seemed it was. The woman had deep blue eyes, exactly like Rin's. "Thank you, thank you, thank you for bringing her home."
Her cheeks were warm with tears. This must be the older sister they talk about in the office, and it's obvious she'd been crying the entire night.
"I thought something had happened to her.. could you bring her inside, please? On the couch. I'd do it myself, but.. as you can see."
"I'm sorry for taking her so long." Len left his shoes by the entrance before following the woman into a cramped living space. There was a couch that could barely fit for two. "You can tell her she can have a day off if she's not feeling too well."
Pictures of a baby with thin doux hair and a big white bow which was bigger than it's entire body decorated the walls. Another one stood out, with the same bow, but on a schoolgirl ー and the bow looked horribly smaller than it did before. Or maybe it has something to do with being the baby growing up.
He couldn't help but compare it to the real thing snoring lightly against his chest.
It seems baby fat was kept as a prominent feature over the course of twenty four years. He was tempted to stroke her cheek, but when he heard the sound of her sister behind him, panic overtook and she was dropped onto the couch.
"Yes, yes, would you like some tea?"
"No, I really should get going.. but thank you for the offer, Miss...?"
"I'm Luka."
The youngest one curled into the soft cushions and her gentle breathing was music to his ears. He found himself addicted to her sounds, from her breaths, to her gasps, with the full out screaming from last night and the sighs that leave her lips even now while she's locked in a dream.
She's smiling in her sleep.
Noting that Luka's head was turned the other way, Len sighed deeply and pressed a soft kiss above her nose.
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"Nnnnnh.. you k-know, Sir, I think I... love you.."
"Do you, darling?" His sweat dripped on her skin, and she looked towards him with sweet passion. "Do you?"
"Mmmh... mmhm.. and one day, you'll love me back. Just w-w-watch, aaaaaaah!"
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She still came to work on Monday, albeit late, and looking disheveled enough that her concealer couldn't hide the bags beneath her eyes.
There was a limp in her legs. He winced, and when one of the young lady's colleagues asked if she was alright, Rin nodded her head lightly and brushed it off by saying she drank more than she should've on a bad day and probably fell down a few stairs trying to get back home.
Probably, she said.
What an excuse.
He eyed her carefully. But upon closer look, he realised maybe it wasn't just her making excuses.
"Rin." He walked up to her, and she reacted the same way as always. Dropped her pen, let out a gasp, and spun around to look at him with a blush on her visage.
She knocked over a stack of binders with her elbow but luckily, they managed not to fall.
"Good morning, S-sir. Um, listen, about yesterday..."
Yes, what about yesterday. Len crossed his arms and quirked a brow impatiently.
It's good to know he's not expected to be the responsible person and bring the conversation to light. Maybe they'll be able to talk about a potential relationship from this, or maybe he's dreaming.
"I'm so sorry! I felt drowsy the entire night and I think I knocked out in the car. Thank you so much for sending me home, I must've been a real pain in the arse; I can't move at all when I'm drunk ー"
Hold on, this isn't what she's supposed to say. What. What what what.
"And I really should have stopped at my first glass, but your mother was right there, pressuring me, so I felt bad to disappoint her,"
"Rin. It's no problem, don't worry about it." He cut her off before she could continue. "So, you really can't remember.. anything from last night?"
"I can? I mean, I remember you pulling out a cushion and letting me sleep in the backseat, but I fell asleep the rest of the way."
He buried his face in his palms and heaved. Rin tilted her head worryingly, but he straightened his back and walked into his personal office without another word.
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She tripped.
Again.
Wearing a skin-tight pencil skirt in full view of everyone.
They were closing up for the day when he stood in the elevator while the other employees were finishing up their own work. Rin seemed finished as well, with her bag in hand as she ran with heels so she could get to him on time before the doors would close. Of course the limp in her leg caused a disadvantage.
Sure, she's tripped before, but not without pants or dark stockings on to conceal this. And definitely never with legs that spread out, bright crimson lingerie on full display.
A deadly silence followed. Most people hadn't stopped staring.
The blond frantically pulled onto her arm for safety and slammed a button to close the door behind then. As were stuck together.. for Rin, time couldn't go any slower, but for Len, it was moving too fast, and the reminder that he wouldn't be able to get to her and say anything he wanted to say nagged at his conscience.
It seemed she didn't want to look him in the eye after the embarrassment as well. She mumbled a thanks, and kept her thighs closed together while constantly flattening her clothes.
The lift reached their floor, and he took her wrist before she could step out.
"You know, red is good.. but I think I prefer the dark green you wore yesterday. It's easier on the eyes."
Rin didn't understand until hours after she got home ー doing the laundry.
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She wore pants on Tuesday, of course, and a nervous smile that she addressed to each and every person in their office. Instead of going to her desk, Len decided to be more patient and wait in his office for her to grace him with her royal presence. She had to hand in that presentation, after all, there was no time left.
It was almost sunset when she finally walked in.
Eyes cast down, timid, and the envelope was placed on the table by his fishtank.
"Don't go yet. Close the door." He forced his secretary to freeze in her tracks, and a finger ushered her towards him. "Lock it." And after she did, "Good girl."
She walked all across the large room and the table to stand beside him, while he spun once on his chair to face her properly.
"Do you remember?"
"Depends... do you love me yet?"
He chuckled when she looked down at her feet and clicked her heels together. Len reached for both her wrists, and rubbed them with his thumbs. She took a step forwards, with that painful limp, and he made a mental note to soothe her with some nice warm milk tea to ease the skin.
Her eyes were really blue, he noticed. Her cheeks were pink and her hair was as bright as the sub. "You know what? I think I do. I think." He mimicked her voice, and felt her grow warm in his hands. "Maybe you can taste me again to reconfirm my feelings."
Rin looked horrified. "Did I say that?"
"The question is what didn't you say."
Out of the blue, she peered towards him and blurted out three quick words.
"I love you."
The blond wagged a finger and clicked his tongue. "Too late, now you've gone and said that twice."
He tugged her down and met her in a smooth kiss.
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He spoke to her in between kisses, "You know, you can stop calling me Sir."
Slender fingers loosened her buttons and her shirt came off to touch the ground beneath her feet. She took a step back, pressed against his chest and gave the most alluring look he has ever seen in all his life.
He couldn't help but ogle at her chest; adorning green, olive, the favourite pair he prefers. How considerate of her.
"Monsieur..."
"No."
"Monsieur!"
He scowled and she let out a free giggle. "You're turning me off."
Rin formed a look of horror when he taunted by taking one step backwards, distancing from her touch.
She decided to purr when she leant in. "Then... Len?"
His heart must've melted all over again.
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"It's been nine months since I last came here.. your flowers are pretty."
"Oh, those? They're fake. I'll get real ones when we secure that new apartment.."
Rin was kicking the snow off her feet. Her gloved hand intertwined with Len's and they walked up the marble steps in thick boots and coats that puffed out like an abnormally obese bear.
That is, the lady. Len's is more fashionable, and she couldn't help but sniff at the unfairness of it all. Or so she says but she's been harbouring a recent attachment to her puffy fur jacket. He has to fight her for it every day.
They were in sync, walking up those marble steps again, and soon finding his mother at the dinner table. Rin refused to take off her coat until she felt warm enough. "Your father's been sick lately so he couldn't join us." She sniffed, "Your Mummy and Daddy are getting older by each passing day, Len."
"I can see that."
After clarification about Rin's lifestyle, and having an ear talked off by his mother about discovering more information about your lady friends rather than assuming them, the entire dinner course was fit to his lover's taste. Tofu, tofu, tofu, everywhere, only tofu ー her favourite.
Rin's mouth watered.
"It's alright, you can dig in." He noticed the look in her eyes. That meaning, a look she only gives him when she's feeling particularly generous.. in bed. "I'm sorry for making you sit through an entire drive without food, you must consider me a monster. Don't be shy anymore, Mum won't mind."
She glared through the corner of her eye. He's making it seem like she has a big appetite. "Of course, Sir."
Which, fair, she does.
But only recently.
It's impolite to talk about a lady's eating habits. The blonde took a seat at the table while Len busied himself, attempting to force her out of her coat. The room was warm enough and now he's worried she'd faint from overheat.
His mother cleared her throat so she could bring the subject up again for the hundredth time that year.
"When do you think is the soonest I'll be able to expect grandchildren?" Her voice had a teasing lilt, and she knew not to expect a proper answer.
Len scratched his head. "Not sure. Maybe three months?"
Three months. Lily pondered on this, and gaze widened once she caught sight of a silver band adorning Rin's ring finger. And to think he hadn't told his own mother a single word about this.
Her worries were nearly over. She pressed a hand to her chest and praised the lord.
"Three months? Are you two getting married in three months?" She eased into conversation, hoping to extract more information. This would be valuable gossip to spread amongst her sisters.
Len tilted his head from the question.
"No? Rin's due date is in three months."
And right at that moment, he managed to get his lover to give up her coat. When Rin stood to kiss his cheek sweetly in hopes to get it back, repeatedly calling him Sir, Lily's eyes landed on the growing stomach that stretched the material of a burgundy dress. His mother's eyes saw stars, white, and she blacked out on the spot, falling backwards to the ground.
Soon enough.
are we catching up to requests? i think we are :)
anyways accidentally offering meat to a vegetarian is one of the worst feelings in the world. to everyone i've wronged with this: i'm sorrrrrry.