A/N: Surprise manager fic~
Going with an English name for the male OC for a change; Desmond. Fits better with their backstory in this case.
Hope you enjoy~
Give Me Love
''Hey, wanna come around to my place after work?''
The comment was said light-heartedly and with a smile, spoken by none other than Jenma; the angelic orange-haired woman chipper as always. As one of the managers of Hololive's English branch she was a common sight around the office, and as such a young man by the name of Desmond had gotten quite acquainted with her.
Originally born and raised in the USA before moving to Japan, it had been a task and a half to fit in at first. He had been job-searching for several months on end, and just when he began to consider returning back to the USA, he ran into Jenma. She had been putting up some posters for a job position just outside the office building, and after some conversation she all but pulled him inside. One interview later, and he found himself working as an audio technician for Hololive.
Perhaps because of the fact she'd quite nearly changed his life, he had a great deal of respect for Jenma... though that respect only made it more challenging to deal with Jenma's eccentricity at times.
''Like, tonight?'' Desmond asked in surprise, cheeks flushing a light pink.
Standing on the other side of the speaker – a speaker he was currently busy re-wiring when the chipper manager appeared – stood Jenma, smiling as bright as ever. ''Mm! You, me, some drinks and yummy food – we've been talking about hanging out after work for weeks now!''
The young man scratched his head. ''Well I wouldn't want to impose, you've got Amelia's stream coming up in a few hours, don't you?''
''Don't worry about it~'' Jenma waved off his concern. ''It'll be finished half-an-hour before work ends; we can leave on-time~''
Humming and pretending to be busy Desmond leaned into the open back of the speaker, hiding his flustered visage. Him and Jenma, alone? The thought was a decidedly embarrassing one. But... one that he admittedly wasn't opposed to.
''...sure.'' Finally the young man spoke, nodding slightly. ''I'll wait outside the main building when work is over?''
''Okay~ I'll drop by your desk if I'm finished before you~''
Grunting in acknowledgement Desmond waved her off, watching her go from the corner of his eye as he pretended to fix the machine.
It was only when she departed the room did he loosen up; expelling a flustered sigh. 'What have I gotten myself into...?'
X-x-X
''Aw, Kiara's new outfit looks so cute, doesn't it?''
Desmond gained a light smile and leaned over, looking down at the selfie the aforementioned phoenix had sent Jenma. ''Mm. I'm gonna guess she'll be wearing that to her next stream?''
''Yep!'' Jenma merrily smiled. ''The others are doing the same; all picking out special outfits to show off. Gura-chan even went out and got a pair of cat-ears to wear~''
''...like a hairband with ears on them?''
''Eh...? Um... I don't know, actually...?''
The two had retired back to Jenma's apartment, the small but cosy space filled with various bits of furniture and Hololive merchandise. Bookshelves held figurines and photographs of other Hololive members, managers and staff, DVD's were stacked up next to the wall-mounted TV and the kotatsu in the middle of the living room was already plentifully stacked with beer cans, half of them already empty. And to his embarrassment, Jenma was the one who had drunk the most between the two of them.
He hadn't expected that she could hold her drink so well. Though considering she managed Kiara, Amelia and Gura all whilst maintaining an office job and remaining chipper, he supposed something like a little alcohol wouldn't be enough to put her down. The rosy flush on her cheeks however told that she was far from immune to it.
Giggling to herself Jenma leaned forwards, picking up another beer and popping the tab open. ''Mm, I think Kiara might start streaming soon, you know?''
Desmond raised a brow. ''Is it fine for us to just be sitting here?''
''Mm. Enma's covering for me tonight since Ina isn't streaming today.'' The orange-haired woman explained, sighing. ''I'm so thankful to her – it's really hard to manage these girls you know?! One of them lives there, another lives all the way over there, another even further away, and I have to be in every place at once! It's too much!''
He chuckled. ''Well if it means anything I think you're doing a great job.''
''Thanks~'' She moaned, resting her head on his shoulder. ''Ugh, I adore Kiara, but handling her in the office can be a real pain~ Did you know she wanted to try stir-frying in the kitchen area – with phoenix fire?''
''That sounds dangerous...''
''It is!'' Jenma threw a hand up emphatically, exasperated. ''Phoenix fire burns too hot for regular water to put out, so we would've had to call Gura-chan over to help put it out, but the last time that happened Gura-chan squeezed Bloop too much and he ran out of water...''
''She gets water from... Bloop?''
''You know that picture of the pufferfish shooting water out of its mouth?''
''Uh-huh?''
''He does that. Gura-chan uses him as a fire hydrant when needed.'' Jenma sighed tiredly. ''Don't ask me how though. Probably some Atlantean magic or something...''
Desmond smiled wryly in agreement, petting Jenma's shoulder comfortingly. To his embarrassment she leaned into him, her orange hair tickling his chin and unintentionally giving him a whiff of her shampoo, the sweet fruity scent faded but still present after a long day of work. He caught himself a second later and leaned back a tiny bit, cheeks pink. Jenma mercifully didn't notice; too busy pouting to herself.
Until her phone then buzzed. ''Oh! Kiara's stream is starting!''
With a bright smile the manager whipped out her phone and with a few taps pulled her idol's stream, the pre-stream banner disappearing just as the stream opened. Swivelling her phone around horizontally Jenma held it up enough for him to see, all too eager to see the phoenix in action. Desmond himself had to admit he was curious, having only met Kiara in person once or twice and even then only briefly, not spending much time in her stream either. He didn't have anything against her; he just had other things that took priority.
Such as now, incidentally enough. As Kiara's cheerful visage showed up on screen, her orange background bright and the chat scrolling, the young man couldn't help but peek over at Jenma. Perhaps because of the alcohol she'd consumed her cheeks were flushed a cute pink hue, her black jacket slipping partially off of her right shoulder and her white button-up office shirt wrinkled, the top few buttons undone. And because of that he got a peek down at her cleavage, the edge of a lacy pink bra visible.
''Oh there it is!'' Jenma suddenly gushed, startling him out of his peeking. ''Look at her~! She looks so cute~!''
Desmond coughed and leaned back, looking at her phone as Kiara showed off her new outfit. ''Y-Yeah. She looks good in that.''
Jenma looked up at him, noticing his light blush and puffing her cheeks out at him. ''Hey, you better not be ogling Kiara~''
''I-I'm not! I'm serious, she looks good in that!''
The manager kept her puffed-cheek pout up for several more moments, a cute 'hrn~' escaping her... before she let him off the hook. ''Fine, I believe you~''
''I'd hope so...'' He sighed, relaxing.
Jenma's lips quirked up into a smile and she giggled, poking him on the cheek. Lifting her phone up she set it down onto the kotatsu as well, humming a merry tune and balancing it against a full beer car, allowing them both to watch it. Desmond gladly did that; accepting another beer and sipping away at it, the pleasant taste helping distract him from his unintentional peek... though it did little to distract him when Jenma hugged his right arm, her ample bust squishing against it.
He ignored it as best he could, however. Instead the two continued drink after drink, munching away on some comfort food as they burned the night away watching Kiara's stream. At least that's what he expected to happen. What he didn't expect to happen was for Jenma to mumble about being hot... and then proceeding to unbutton a few more buttons of her shirt, whining drunkenly to herself as she fanned her face.
Desmond couldn't help himself; peeking down at her chest again. The cups of her pink bra were more visible, one of the pink straps barely seen from beneath her partially-unbuttoned shirt. His gaze traced the rim of the cups, unable to quench his rising arousal even as he forced himself to look away, giving one last peek at her soft-looking cleavage before averting his eyes – only to find Jenma looking at him.
''Hehe, you perv~'' Jenma teased.
The young man flushed. ''U-Um, I, w-well-''
A laugh cut his stammering short. ''It's fine~! It was just a peek after all~''
No sooner had the words left her lips did Jenma then bat her eyelashes at him, pushing herself against his arm. ''Mm, but I'll forgive you if you gimme a kiss~''
Smooching at the air Jenma waited, her cute face ready and waiting-
-only for Desmond to shift out of her grip. ''I-I probably shouldn't, you've had a lot to drink and...''
''I've not~ I'm still sober~!'' Jenma pouted childishly, crawling over to him on her hands and knees – perhaps unaware of the very generous look down her top she gave him.
Faced with such an attractive sight the young man did the only thing he could. Flee.
''I-I think I need some water.''
In a single swift movement Desmond stood up, politely excusing himself and not-so-subtly dashing into her kitchen – eyes flicking past the wooden food cupboards and empty sink before finding the cupboard with glasses in it, procuring one and filling it up to the brim with cold, refreshing water. A third of the glass went down in seconds, his hand coming up to wipe the stray liquid off of his chin; the drink failing to give him much clarity. Nor did it help banish the image of Jenma from his mind.
Any hope of that went firmly down the drain as a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. ''Mn~ Don't run away, I was just wanting some kisses~''
''J-Jenma...'' Desmond stuttered, face hot.
Awkwardly the young man twisted around to face the orange-haired manager, his glass clinking down against the hard kitchen counter-top behind him. Thanks to the height difference between them he had to look down at Jenma, giving him a daring peek down at her cleavage – and he had a sneaking suspicion her shirt was more unbuttoned even more. The manager in question bore a cutesy, if thoroughly drunk smile on her face, her eyes half-lidded and her halo dimmer in colour.
''C'mon, just one kiss~'' Jenma mewled, leaning against his front. ''Please~?''
Desmond swallowed. He wanted to deny her, that she was clearly drunk – regardless of the fact he himself was probably not far off either – but his resistance was rapidly waning. The prospect of telling her no felt so flimsy, his lips failing to make the sound; until finally he conceded.
''...alright...''
Jenma beamed, hopping up – and then kissed him. It was quick, her lips soft as they pressed against his own, before then the next moment she leaned right back, giggling excitedly to herself.
''See?'' The manager batted her eyelashes at him. ''That wasn't so bad, right~?''
He coughed, scratching his cheek. ''Not at all...''
Jenma just giggled again, taking his right hand in hers and leading him back into the living room. His glass of water thoroughly forgotten the two sat back down in front of her phone, Kiara's stream still going strong and with Enma occasionally popping up in the chat, responding to Kiara's merry inquiries. For a moment, it almost seemed like things were settling back down. Only for a moment, however, as Jenma soon poked him in the peek.
''Wanna kiss again~?''
The playful comment took him off-guard. ''H-Huh?''
Jenma pouted, her cheeks adorably puffed out. ''Come on~ Another little kiss wouldn't hurt, right~?''
It wouldn't, he conceded; swallowing back his embarrassment as he nodded. Beaming a smile Jenma leaned in, her right hand planting itself past him as she leaned in close, her breath tickling his lips and her alluring greyish eyes peering into his own – until her lips met his. She pressed herself into the kiss, her body warm as it touched his side, one of his hands unconsciously coming up to hold her lower-back, holding her still.
They dragged the kiss out for a few seconds longer than before, lips firmly sealed together before they drifted apart with a mutual exhale, breath intermingling between their parted lips. Jenma's lips quirked up at the corners, and without so much as a word she reclaimed his lips, humming into his mouth and snaking her left arm around his shoulders, holding onto him as she sensually slid one leg over his, straddling him.
''Jenma...'' Desmond murmured against her lips, fully hypnotised by the angelic woman in his lap.
The manager giggled, her voice light and her breath ticklish against his lips. ''See? No harm in a couple kisses...''
She slid her hands up his back and then around, grasping the button of her own white shirt. ''Or a little more, hehe~''
The young man grasped her wrists. ''You won't regret this, right?''
''Of course not.'' Jenma's voice took on a softer lilt, pressing her forehead against his with a sweet smile. ''I want you too much to regret it~''
Little whisper said Jenma tilted her head down, lips touching his own and reclaiming them in another deep, erotic kiss. Groaning into her mouth Desmond loosened his hold on her wrists, just-barely keeping his fingers around them so he could feel her move them, his fingertips tracing the tendons in her wrist as she worked them. One button after another came undone, loosening her office shirt more – until soon it spilled open before him.
Jenma leaned back from the kiss, licking her lips and giggling to herself, riding her own personal high. Desmond on the other hand ran his gaze south; crimson colouring his cheeks and arousal pooling in his gut as he ran his eyes over Jenma's generous bust, her size rivalling Kiara's. Clad in a pink bra with a lace trim they seemed all the more erotic, his gaze tracing down her smooth stomach and ending at her waist, her pencil skirt still snugly around her hips.
Hands on his cheeks tilted his head up, bringing Jenma's cute, smiling visage into view. ''Kisses~''
Her cooing tone preluded another kiss, silencing his groan of arousal in a heartbeat. Sliding his hands around to her back Desmond worked his way up her back, tracing her ribs and ghosting over her shoulder blades, finding his way around to the back of her bra. The firm strap brushed against his fingers and he found the latch at the back, his breathing growing heavy with lust as he tugged and pulled on it, fumbling; until finally it clicked apart.
Jenma shivered against him, rolling her shoulders and grasping ahold of her laced bra, tugging it off fully – the soft, almost-inaudible thump of it hitting the floor going thoroughly ignored. The moment his lungs began to burn for air Desmond pulled back from the kiss, gaze snapping to the pair of tits right in front of his face, admiring the soft curves of them. And perhaps owing to the alcohol in his system he had a remarkably lack of hesitation in bringing both of his hands up, cupping them from below.
''Ah~'' Jenma quivered at his touch. ''Y-Your hands feel so warm, hehe...''
Desmond replied by way of squeezing her breasts, feeling her soft, doughy boobs squish beneath his groping fingers. His thumbs found her nipples and played with them eagerly, rolling them about or pressing down upon them, coaxing out another cute mewl from Jenma. The manager tilted her head back, her soft puffs of air becoming deeper, more laboured pants for air, her hips rolling forth in small, arousing circles.
Groaning under his breath the young man leaned in, the alluring softness beneath his palms tempting him to bring his lips close, and then pop her right nipple into his mouth. An instant gasp escaped Jenma's lips, her slim frame tensing up in his lap for all of a second before she turned into putty, moaning happily and holding onto his head with one hand, her slim fingers weaving in through his hair.
''Mn... a-ah...'' Her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed his mouth; a wet suck sending shivers through her. ''...hehe...''
His lips slid off of her now-wet nipple and went for the other, his tongue giving a singe long lick up it before he enveloped the pinkish nub with his lips, sucking on it hard. Jenma pushed his head against her breast, whimpering his name and running her other hand down his front, tickling his stomach and teasing his belt. In response he leaned back a bit, pulling her nipple back a tiny bit before it sprung out of his mouth, making her tit jiggle lightly.
Then in a moment of mounting lust Desmond buried his face into her chest, lips touching her breastbone and her soft boobs against his cheeks. Jenma moaned in surprise, her lips curling up and a giggle escaping a second later, her fingers tickling their way up to the top of his head and then slipping back down through his hair, each stroke of her fingers slow and almost ticklish, unintentionally heightening his needy arousal further.
''Mm... Desm- ond?!''
Jenma's coo rose to a squeal as he suddenly leaned forwards, pushing the angelic woman down onto the floor – her legs on either side of his waist and his hands finding her wrists, pinning them down. Her cheeks burned an attractive red and she shyly smiled up at him, making no move to cover her bare chest. Not that she could do much with her hands pinned, granted, but the lack of trying only made it more erotic.
Doubly so when she peeked down his front, her cheeks burning a dark red shade. ''Eheh... s-someone's excited...''
Desmond gripped her wrists, making no move to deny it – feeling how tight his pants were. Instead he dived down, lips touching her chin and sliding up to her own lips, groaning into her mouth as they kissed once more. Smiling into the kiss Jenma wriggled her hands free, one arm wrapping around his neck loosely whilst her other went south, her right hand groping at his crotch. Her nimble fingers, warm and slim, grasped his semi-erect cock as best she could and jerked it through his clothing, extracting a stiff groan from the young man's throat.
The sound only encouraged and emboldened Jenma, her drunken fingers fumbling for the zipper as she continued stroking him off, finally catching ahold of it after several long moments. She tugged it down several times, giggling against his lips and pulling him down by the back of his head, deepening the kiss and moaning into his mouth when he grabbed her breast; hefting her soft tit about lustfully.
''Mm... ah~'' Jenma loosened her hold on his head and let him lean back a bit, both of them panting – and in her case, smiling merrily. ''You feel really hot today, you know~''
She groped his cock for emphasis; her lithe fingers squeezing his shaft mid-stroke, coaxing out a groan from his throat. The manager worked her hand with drunken ease, only making her hand-job feel that bit more pleasurable, her thumb rubbing near the tip teasingly. Desmond endured her touch, his breathing becoming tight and ragged as he restrained another bubbling groan, getting fully erect beneath her teasing, tickling fingers.
Then in a burst of boldness he released her right tit, and then moved his hand between her legs. Jenma pursed her lips and let a little moan slip out from between them, her back lifting off of the floor as he pressed his fingers against her clothed sex; feeling the thin fabric of her panties and the smoothness of her pantyhose. Her tight-fitting pencil skirt hiked up in the process, showing off more of her pantyhose-clad thighs until he grabbed her skirt with his other hand, tugging it up to her waist and revealing more of her to him.
''Myn~'' The manager squirmed beneath him, her hot breaths tickling his lips. ''P-Perv~''
''Like you're one to talk.'' Desmond murmured back, snaking his hand up and under her pantyhose.
Anything Jenma wanted to say melted into a cute, whimpering moan as his hand dove into her panties, cupping her pussy. His fingers felt about, stroking at her folds and coaxing out more embarrassed noises from Jenma, her voice catching in her throat when a single digit pushed inside – slipping in with ease. A second finger was quick to join it, her inner walls hot as they clenched around them, soon eliciting a stiff, barely-restrained moan from the manager's throat.
Tentatively the young man began to thrust his fingers, weaselling them inside unheeding of the tight flesh gripping them, wiggling them about as best he could. His mere touch left Jenma moaning and whimpering, her breaths coming out short and her lips soon meshing with his own – muting her hot voice as they made out, the slow smooching of their lips interspersed with laboured breaths, her own hand jerking him off faster and getting him rock-hard for her.
''Mn...'' Eager to pay her back Desmond slipped a third finger inside her, working his digits and fingering the angelic woman with growing passion.
Jenma made no further attempts to stay quiet, a string of soft, rising moans slipping out past her lips, her breasts heaving with each laboured, panting breath. Her eyes screwed shut or fluttered back open, her lips curving up into a cute smile whenever they locked eyes, maintaining it until another moan slipped out past her lips. The sight only encouraged him to work his digits more, thrusting and scissoring them about inside of her vigorously.
Until Jenma then suddenly changed tactics, her fingers uncurling from his throbbing cock and going under her skirt. With both hands she grasped her pantyhose and pulled on it, straining the front – before her pantyhose ripped, a small hole forming in the crotch seam and revealing the pink panties she was wearing underneath. The implication wasn't lost on him, his lust bubbling hotter and hotter, his shaft equally tempted by the offer Jenma presented to him.
The manager smiled cutely, a drunken giggle tumbling out of her mouth as she tugged on his wrist, making him pull his fingers out. ''Come on~''
Desmond shifted on top of her. ''You sure?''
''Mmhm~'' Jenma merrily agreed. ''Been waiting long enough~''
The young man swallowed his hesitation, grasping his length and pushing it against her sex, coaxing out a whine of arousal from Jenma – the tip so very nearly slipping inside of her. The angelic manager slipped her left hand down in response, lips curled up as she spread her folds open for him; allowing him to seamlessly slide inside.
An instant grunt coaxed itself from his throat and a bolt of pleasure shot down his dick; searing warmth enveloping his cock as he slid inside of Jenma. The manager pursed her lips, failing to stifle her own moan of bliss as he entered her inch by inch, spreading her inner walls apart as he buried himself in deeper and deeper – stopping only when two-thirds of his length was snugly inside of her, throbbing against her clenching heat.
''Ah~'' Jenma mewled cutely, snaking both of her hands up and around his neck. ''Mm... kiss~''
Desmond didn't hesitate to agree; leaning down and reclaiming her lips. She moaned into his mouth, tickling his hips with her thighs – the silky pantyhose she wore making her legs feel so erotically smooth. Slowly his right hand slid over her front and landed over her breast, groping it lustfully. His thumb toyed with her nipple, flicking it about and eliciting a soft whine from Jenma's lips, the sound accompanied by tightening flesh around his cock.
Grunting against her lips the young man reared his hips back, his cock scraping against her tight inner walls all the way back until just the tip was left inside – and then he plunged himself back inside, groaning as he buried himself inside her, their flesh meeting with a soft smack. He repeated the motion carefully, savouring every little clench around his swollen cock and pistoning himself into her, the tip pushing up against her innermost parts.
''Ah, ah~'' Jenma tipped her head back, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. ''F-Faster~''
Desmond readily agreed, grasping her wrists and pinning them to the floor – their eyes locked as he buried himself inside her once more. He watched with rapt attention as Jenma moaned, her pinkish lips pursing futilely before parting to release another moan, her head tipping back and her back lifting off of the floor, emphasising her soft, round chest all the more. Each smack of their pelvises made her chest jiggle and her stomach go taut, only encouraging him to plunge himself into the angelic manager with fiery lust.
''Mm! Myn! Ah~!'' Sweet, high-pitched moans squeaked out past Jenma's lips, eyes fluttering shut and lips curling up into a smile – enjoying what he was doing to her.
The thought fuelled his arousal, warmth tingling across his skin and lust throbbing up his cock. The smacking of skin grew wet as he buried himself balls-deep inside of the manager, their lower parts audibly slapping together each time and her inner walls gripping him tight. He lost himself in the motions, a sharp shudder lancing up his spine when she drunkenly wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her more; forcing his thrusts to become shorter but faster.
''Jenma...'' Desmond grunted out in short, rasping breaths; struggling to contain the hot pressure climbing up his cock.
Jenma just giggled, a moan mixing in with it halfway until her voice melted into a slurring mewl, kissing up at him. Unable to resist he slowed his thrusts down long enough to lean down and give Jenma a deep, hungry kiss, the smooch rough and passionate – before with a mutual gasp they broke off and he went right back to pounding Jenma, their flesh loudly slapping together and extracting a cute cry from the manager's lips.
''A-Ah~! Faster, f-faster~!'' She gasped out, rocking her hips in some desperate bid to increase the friction, her searing heat tightening around him like a vice.
Until finally he couldn't endure it any longer. ''J-Jenma...!''
A jerky thrust, a rush of warm – and he climaxed inside of Jenma. The angelic manage cried out, seizing beneath him and squeezing him incredibly tight as her own orgasm hit, the heat pressing down upon his shaft melting his mind and leaving him bucking his hips mindlessly, each rough thrust coaxing out another spurt of seed into her depths, her insides becoming painted white with his cum load.
One thrust after another drove him into her, each slower than the last until finally his stamina ran dry, leaving him balls-deep in her – all but laying atop her as he caught his breath, his puffing breaths intermingling with Jenma's own exhausted pants, their eyes meeting.
''Mm... feels so warm~'' Jenma giggled drunkenly.
In the back of his mind he realised he'd finished inside, no condom or anything in sight. ''Is that...''
''It's fine~'' Jenma giggled, slurring her words slightly. ''Safe day, I thinks~''
He twitched inside of her. ''Then... wanna keep going?''
''Yep~!''
Within a matter of minutes Jenma would be on his lap, bouncing on his cock and smothering his face in her chest, her sloppy insides too pleasurably for him to resist; soon blowing a second load into her, before they went at it for another round.
X-x-X
Morning came with the buzzing of a phone alarm, the incessant sound muted by the jacket that had been thrown over it hours before.
Scrunching up his face Desmond stirred back to awareness, a groggy groan rumbling from his throat as he cracked his eyes open. The first thing he saw was creamy flesh, briefly leaving him befuddled, knowing that his pillows weren't that colour. Then memories of last night came back to him, regaling him of entering Jenma's apartment, of sharing some beers with her, of kissing her... and then of much more lewd things.
Putting his stiff arms underneath himself Desmond pushed himself up – and then realised his pillows weren't actually pillows, but Jenma's bust; the pillowy boobs rising and falling slowly in tandem with her slow breaths. His movement had also stirred her out of her slumber, a groggy mewl passing her pinkish lips and her eyes fluttering open, squinting against the dull sunlight creeping into the living room from the kitchen window.
''Ugh...'' Jenma rubbed her eye. ''My boob hurts...''
The comment, spoken in such a sleepy tone it came off more cute than anything else – bringing a smile to his lips. ''Sorry... nice sleep?''
''Mmhm...?''
Desmond sat back, a brief wave of vertigo rushing past him before it quickly faded, only a slight hangover hammering at his head. Jenma clearly had it worse off; moaning pitifully as she sat up cross-legged and held her head with one hand, having to squint due to the light. And because of her sitting position he could admire Jenma's frame, her shirt still unbuttoned and her pantyhose halfway down one leg.
The weight of their situation seemed to settle in then, both of them sharing a look – quite vividly remembering everything that happened last night, from the kiss to the passionate sex, to Jenma's not-so-subtle hints. Jenma's cheeks went pink at the lattermost thought and she smiled bashfully, scratching her cheek and letting a little giggle escape, eyes shy but smile sweet as she looked at him.
''I really do like you, you know?'' Jenma admitted sheepishly. ''Not really how I wanted to say it, but... it was fun, right?''
''That's one way of putting it.'' Desmond murmured. ''So...''
A long pause.
''Wanna get dinner next Friday?''
''You bet~!''
The tension broke and both found themselves laughing, any discomfort fast to fade away.
Not how he intended an after-work beer with Jenma to go... but, he couldn't say he was displeased with the outcome either.
[END]