She is absolutely stunning. Her hair is perfectly coifed, and she is wearing a sultry pinstripe suit, complete with a fitted pencil skirt and sexy, black heels.
Rorschach is quiet—as always, as he tugs at his white scarf. He can't help but ogle at the beautiful woman.
"Tadaa~!" She strikes a sexy pose, leaning against the door frame. "Well, how do I look?"
He clears his throat. "...Good." This makes her giggle. She struts up to him, making sure to press her body against his when she reaches him.
"It's a new school year, so it's orientation for students and their parents," she says, enjoying the feeling of his hands sliding around her waist.
She reaches up to pluck his fedora off his head, placing it on her own. Rorschach would never admit, but she looks much better in it than he does.
"I want to make a good first impression," she says sexily, playing with his scarf. "I'd hate to make a bad one..."
He could feel his cheeks warm at the sound of her breathy tone. The black splotches on his mask are swirling around like crazy.
He watches her inch his mask up to reveal the lower half of his face. He doesn't move when she places a kiss on his unshaken jaw.
"What's the matter, Rorschach?" she murmurs, feeling courageous. Her hands slide down to play with the edge of his pants. "Something wrong?"
Her fingers caress the zipper of his trousers. She watches him lick his lips and waits patiently for his short, yet witty, reply.
"...Hot for teacher."
She just laughs, and presses her lips against his own in a passionate kiss.
I'm glad to hear that you enjoy these longer drabbles~!
I hope you like reading about Rorschach and the mysterious woman's flirty, romantic relationship.
I'll try to incorporate more of little Poplar in it, but I'm at a stalemate for ideas right now...