Jac was filling in some meaningless paperwork when Zosia pounced. 'I need a word.' whispered Zosia. Jac knew she wanted much moee than a word but was dragged to some old storage cupboard before she could say otherwise. Zosia pushed Jac to the back of the tiny room and pinned her against the wall, shutting the door with her foot. 'Someone will hear us, Zosia.' 'Let's be quiet, then.' Zosia could be quite manipulative when she wanted to be. She knew all the right places on Jac's body and slipped her hand under the waistband of Jac's scrubs. Jac's breath hitched in her throat as Zosia's tongue met hers. The F2 peppered Jac's ivory skin with quick, passionate kisses. Zosia lifted up the end of Jac's top with one hand, running her fingertips over Jac's ribcage. Zosia noticed goosebumps, despite Jac trying not to show emotion. Zosia's touch was electric and Jac could feel it in her core. Zosia traced tiny circles inbetween Jac's thighs, making her hips buck forward. Jac tried to suppress a moan but it escaped her lips. Zosia smirked. 'So, you do have feelings.' Zosia sat Jac on some old cupboard and threw away the bottom half of Jac's navy scrubs. 'Zosia…' whispered Jac. 'Shh, remember? No one can hear us,' grinned Zosia. As soon as her tongue caressed Jac's clit, Jac surrendered to her touch. She was lost - Zosia knew just how to put Jac on that edge and did a damn good job of it, too. Jac ran her hands through Zosia's dark hair, loving every second. 'I love you, Zosia,' moaned Jac. 'That's cute,' replied Zosia, 'But it's Dr. March to you.'