Honeymaren and I hadn't spoken since Saturday. By the time we were out of the shower, the storm had cleared and my clothes were dry. I didn't want to leave, but I didn't know what I would have said if I stayed. Honeymaren seemed to share the same sentiment. Usually never short of words, she was relatively quiet after what we did. We both were. Not that we regretted it. I think. We just didn't know what to do next.

"See ya," she had said to me as we both stood in the doorframe, not sure exactly where we stood in the threshold between us.

"Bye," I said softly, taking in a soft breath when she kissed me gently. If I concentrated hard enough, I felt like I could still taste myself on her lips even after all that time.

Then, we went our separate ways.

It was the end of the first work day of the week and I was still in my office, my eyes going slightly blurry after staring at a screen of data for the past seven hours. My mind was turning to mush and I very much missed Honeymaren's company at lunch, but I knew she had an all day seminar that she couldn't miss.

I breathed a small sigh of relief when I heard her voice by my door.

"Knock knock." Honeymaren had a funny habit of saying 'knock knock' without actually knocking on the door. She would always already be halfway through the doorframe when she said that, as if she knew there was no way she'd be denied entry, and today was no exception.

"Hey." I smiled, thankful to be looking at something other than numbers. "How was the seminar?"

"Long and boring," she groaned, standing by my desk. She gestured to the spreadsheets I had displayed on my monitor. "How was your day of data analysis?"

"Long and boring."

We chuckled lightly and I felt the tension in my shoulders ease, even though there was still the unseen feeling of unease between us and what we now shared.

"So… are we gonna talk about Saturday?" I asked, turning my office chair to face her.

"You don't… regret it, do you?" A look of worry flashed across her face.

I shook my head gently, calming her reservations. "I feel a lot of things, but regret isn't one of them."

She raised an eyebrow. "Feeling things like what?"

"An immense longing to do it again." I let out a nervous laugh, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

Honeymaren wore a mischievous smirk, slowly sauntering over to me. I couldn't take my eyes off her, noticing especially how her more formal dress hugged her figure perfectly, emphasising every curve as she swayed her hips. She was usually sporting a lab coat and a pair of thick rubber gloves, and while they didn't look bad on her, there was something so captivating about her whenever she got all dressed up.

"It's an understandable feeling," she said, her voice lightly husky.

"Honeymaren," I whispered. She seemed to tower over me, still on her feet while I was sitting down. "What are we?" I asked her the question that had been plaguing my mind since we were together.

"What do you mean?"

"Are we a couple? Or am I just a…" My voice trailed off.

"A fling?" I nodded silently. She took the words right out of my mouth. She knew me too well. "No, you're not just a fling," she assured me, her thumb gently stroking the curve of my cheek. "I already said I wanted to settle down with someone. I'm done with being a floater, waiting for the right girl to come around. She's been here the whole time."

My heart swelled at that. How had it taken so long for us to get together?

"Wait, you got what I meant back then, right?" she asked, speaking a little quicker. "That I'm thinking of something more serious and that it's a matter of whether she wants to or not and that she is you?"

I laughed, holding a finger to her lips to shut her up. "I know, and I do, but we just never officially said anything and I didn't wanna jump to any conclusions."

"Well, I didn't realise I had to ask you! I thought it was just a thing we both knew."

"Miscommunication can lead to disastrous consequences," I warned. "You didn't have to. It's just been a long time since I've done this, okay? Give me a break!"

"Okay, okay." She opened one of my desk drawers and extracted a paperclip from a little box. It was one of those fancier ones, or as fancy as paper clips could get, gold instead of the usual grey.

"Honeymaren, what are you-"

"Shush." I watched on curiosity as she uncurled it so the wire formed a straight line, then curled it again until it formed a circle. She then made a big deal of holding the makeshift ring in the palm of her hand and getting down on one knee.

"Will you, Iduna North, do me the honour of being my girlfriend? The benefits of which include my homemade hummus whenever you want, absolutely mind blowing lesbian sex, and cuddles with me and my cat. The only condition is that whenever you stay the night, you have to help with the kitty chores."

I scoffed at her playfully. "You are a ridiculous human being."

"Doth thou accept?" she asked, nudging the ring towards me.

I hesitated. "My only condition is that you know I'll still be with Elsa and Anna in the same way. It doesn't limit my feelings for any of you. You all just share my love, and I need you all to be okay with that."

"I know," she answered instantly, not even taking a second to pause and think. "And I am. Okay with it that is."

I smiled, flooded with relief. "Very well then. Yes, I accept absolutely mind blowing lesbian sex with you, among other things."

Honeymaren let out a small squeal, carefully sliding the paper clip ring on my finger so the end wouldn't poke me, before making a move to get us closer together again. The office chair I was given didn't have any arm rests, so that made it very easy for her to find a comfortable spot on my lap, straddling me just like before.

"Mazel tov."

"You're not even Jewish."

"I know. I just like saying it."

"Oh, you are-"

"Ridiculous, I know." She leaned forward to capture my lips in hers and the action never failed to take my breath away. The height difference between us meant I had to tilt my head up to meet her. "But you love me anyway."

I didn't care that we were at work. It was after hours. If anything, the idea of getting hot and heavy in my own private office was growing more and more enticing as our kiss deepened. I only had one concern.

"Honey," I whispered against her lips. "Did you lock the door?"

"I-"

We both jumped out of our skins when the door opened, quick enough to bring our lips apart but not quick enough for Honeymaren to actually get off my lap.

"-did not."

"Yeah, I see that now."

It didn't take Yelana long to catch on to what she'd walked into. "Ahem, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

I blushed furiously, but Honeymaren did the talking for me. "The work day is over," she said simply.

"Right." Her lips were pressed in a thin line, her cheeks flushing slightly red. "Iduna, I just came to find you to remind you that we have a meeting later this week with some investors. Wednesday, three o'clock. You didn't reply to the email so I wanted to make sure you know."

I mentally slapped myself. "Yeah, sorry. I haven't had my email open. I've been on Excel all day."

"No worries. Just don't forget. Write it down on a post-it or something." She turned on her heels to leave before stopping herself. "You two are aware of the company policy that all workplace relationships have to be reported to HR, right?" We both nodded. "Okay then. Remember to do that."

"Will do, boss," I assured her, breathing a sigh of relief when the door shut and we were alone again.

"Oops," Honeymaren said, getting up quickly to lock the door and keep out any unwanted visitors.

"This is not how I expected my workday to end."

"Caught in the act by the big boss herself. Utterly shameful." Honeymaren smiled as I stood when she returned. "That reminds me, you're pretty much like a boss yourself now that you've gotten this promotion."

I shrugged. "It's not in my job description, but from a technical standpoint, I guess you're right."

"It almost makes me sad that I'm in another department." She placed her hands on my hips. "Imagine if you were my boss and I started dating you. That would be a real workplace fantasy come true."

"It's a good thing I'm not your boss. You'd never get any work done."

"I'd definitely be a very difficult employee," she said softly, biting her bottom lip and shooting me the most deliciously sultry look. "Would you punish me for it?"

"I think I would have to." Her dress was short, stopping at her mid thigh. My hand found its way between her legs and I was shocked to feel that my fingers immediately met her wet lips instead of soft fabric. "No panties at work? That is a very punishable offence indeed."

I enjoyed the way I could coax little moans and gasps from her just from a flick of my fingers, but if we were really getting into this fantasy, I needed to know how to weild my power. Just one finger pushed deep inside her soaking entrance was enough to satisfy me before I pulled out again, leaving her empty. I made a show of bringing my finger to my mouth, parting my lips and gently sucking on her. God, the taste was addictive. It took all my willpower not to immediately get down on my knees and make her scream, but I wanted to make her wait for it.

I wanted to know how much she wanted it.

"Iduna…" Her voice was thick with desperation.

"Have you been naughty, Honeymaren?" I asked, my wet finger tracing the curve of her cheek. It left a shiny trail in its wake.

She took a trembling breath. "So naughty."

I let out a low chuckle, swiftly slipping two fingers into her again but this time, I kept my hand still. Honeymaren whimpered helplessly, trying to buck her hips to get some form of friction but I withdrew before she had the chance.

"Iduna," she whined.

"Ah ah ah, you said it yourself that you've been bad. Tempting me by coming into work in a dress like that when all I can think about is getting you out of it." Man, even I was beginning to get considerably wet from dirty talk alone. Maybe I liked being in control more than I thought.

Honeymaren put up no resistance. She was so eager for me to touch her that her body flowed with my hands so easily, like I was a sculptor and she was clay. I pushed the papers and electronics on my desk aside, guiding her so she was lying on her front on the wood with her ass sticking out over the side.

My hands made quick work of her dress, bunching it up to her waist so there was nothing keeping me from taking in the tantalising view. Her plump ass looked round and inviting, her pussy lips just barely visible between her legs, already glimmering with wetness. It took me a few moments to collect myself, my mouth watering at the sight.

Stay in control. Make something up. That's what people do when they roleplay, right?

"I've been telling you time and time again, Honeymaren," I droned casually, my hand stroking her ass like it was the most normal action in the world. "The more you tempt me, the more I'll have to punish you for it." Honeymaren gasped loudly when my hand came down hard, giving her ass a firm smack. "If you try to keep me on edge, I'll just have to do the same with you."

I had thought the sting to be satisfying, but apparently it wasn't enough for her as she stuck her behind out more, grunting what sounded like 'harder'. I tried again, but got the same response. Surely pain didn't turn her on that much? But it clearly did as it took another three blows to reach a force that satisfied her. I knew I had reached the sweet spot because she stopped asking for it harder, instead moaning out a satisfied 'oh yes!' Her cry was no longer laced with signs of wanting more than I was giving, but rather it was content.

Now knowing the perfect force at which to use, I struck her again, my palm burning from the fiery impact. Some hits landed on the left side, some on the right, some higher and some lower, but each one drew a pleasing moan or whimper from Honeymaren which I just wanted to hear over and over again.

Once I felt like she'd had enough, I stood back to admire my handiwork. Her pale, freckled skin was now red, as if her ass itself was showing off the cute blush that her face so rarely acquired. Some handprints were even distinguishable in the sea of red. Elsa's aloe vera gel probably would have been useful, but that wasn't an item I just regularly had on hand.

Maybe it was time to change that.

I grinned to myself as I saw her wetness very clearly running down the inside of her thighs. Honermaren kept her feet shoulder width apart, making the view all the more enticing and giving me full access. "Have you learnt your lesson, Honey?" I cooed, letting a single finger trace the very outskirts of her pussy. My touch was firm enough to let her know I was there, but light enough to not dull the ache inside of her.

"Mmhmm," she whimpered, her lips pressed into a thin line. "No more going commando to work."

I let out a low laugh, giving her clit a quick flick and making her flinch. "On the contrary, I expect nothing else from you from now on. I quite like the idea of having access to you anytime I want."

She groaned, her fingers immediately gravitating between her legs before I firmly slapped her hand away. "Leave that to me," I purred.

"But- ow!"

Before she could protest, I spanked her again just to shut her up. "I said I'll take care of it," I ordered firmly, using my free hand to pin her arms behind her back.

She grinned. "I think I quite like bossy Iduna. Haven't seen her since college finals week."

I laughed, breaking character for just a second to enjoy my friend's - or I guess girlfriend's - witty banter. "Is there a bossy Honeymaren I'm not seeing?"

"We have all the time in the world to find out," she said with a shrug.

Mindlessly, I stroked the marked skin, tutting softly. "I think it's time to reward you," I said, my voice gone husky. She hummed in agreement, gripping her own wrists to keep herself from reaching out without my permission. "But be warned, Honeymaren. I expect you to show up to work like this exclusively."

She gulped. "And if I don't?"

"They I may just have to punish you again."

"If this is the kind of punishment you dish out, you'll have me intentionally breaking your rules."

I rolled my eyes, working hard to stifle the laughter threatening to spill from my lips. Instead, I brought my fingers to her dripping centre which had frankly been neglected over the course of our frisky endeavour. She was soaked, a testament to how aroused she was despite the fact that we'd barely done anything except kiss (and the spanking, of course). To be honest, I was a little hesitant and admittedly afraid. I'd never gone down on another woman before and kind of had no idea what I was doing. Honeymaren had the experience. She had the practise and the time to perfect her technique. I was a complete novice.

Knock yourself out of it, Iduna. There was no time to be uncertain, not when Honey was wet and waiting for me, bent over my desk in the most alluring way. I just had to figure it out, like how I figured it out in the shower. No sweat.

Throughout my internal monologue, my fingers worked their way in and out of her slowly. The sloppy noises could just barely be heard over the sound of Honeymaren's low moans. It was fast enough to provide pleasure through friction, but not faSt enough to get her off.

"Iduna, please," she helplessly begged. Her voice was wound tight with anticipation and need.

Those two words pulled me out of my trance and I met her gaze. She looked at me longingly so I decided to put on a show for her. I teasingly pulled out of her, a string of wetness still connecting her to my fingers. Giving myself a little taster, I brought my fingers to my mouth and sealed my lips around them. The taste was new but not unpleasant. I wasn't totally put off and if anything, I wanted more.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees. I didn't even register my movement until my knees hit the cool floor, cold even through my jeans. I could feel the heat radiating from Honeymaren's pussy, and now I was up close and personal, I could really see how turned on she was. The wetness was shining in the light and I wasted no time getting a taste straight from the source.

I heard her hand come down on the wood of my desk hard when I first made contact. That coupled with her pleasant gasp was a delectable sound and I wanted to hear it over and over again. My tongue was immediately coated in the thicker liquid dripping from her. The taste was peculiar but quickly became addictive. I wondered if each of us tasted different or if this was similar to what Honeymaren experienced at her apartment just two days ago.

My focus shifted from her clit to the outskirts of her lips. Each action was getting a reaction from her. The stronger the force of my tongue, the stronger her reaction. At the same time, my fingers kneaded her ass, plump and soft in my hands. I felt like I could play with her forever, and she certainly wouldn't complain if I did.

Getting more into it, my tongue broke between her lower lips, making long and decisive lips to the point where I felt the muscle could seize up.

"Oh yes… fuck yes! Right there!" I knew I hit the sweet spot when her body jolted, my wireless mouse being pushed off my desk and clattering to the floor. Not that it mattered. That thing was fairly indestructible and it was just a sign that I was doing well. I hoped everyone on my floor had gone home. While it was already pretty late and the office was private, I wasn't quite sure of the soundproofing qualities of a single mahogany door. It became more of a concern as Honeymaren's moans grew louder, crossing the threshold into scream territory. But if we hadn't been caught thus far, it was unlikely we would be.

Her fist came down repeatedly on the surface of my desk, the impact hard enough to send the sound echoing across the room. I never stopped going down on her, enjoying the salty, slightly sweet taste of her arousal. My mind flicked back to me questioning whether Honeymaren's tongue ever got sore from this. I came to the conclusion that it must have, because had Honeymaren not been on the cusp of an orgasm, I would have pulled away to give myself a break. My tongue was beginning to ache from the constant repetitive action, but the taste and Honeymaren's reactions made everything worth it.

After a few more moments, she reached her peak. Her body shook and I was flooded with her release as a reward from my efforts. I could hear her voice slightly muffled and my mind reeled thinking of her biting down on a bunch of her dress or something similar to muffle her screams. It made me wonder how loud she could really get if we weren't in the professional confines of an office.

I waited until she stopped shaking to pull away. There was probably a distinct shine to my lips, like a lipgloss only she could give me. When I resurfaced, Honeymaren turned to sit on the edge of my desk. Her dress was still bunched up at her waist. She was in a little bit of her daze, her eyes slightly cloudy and out of focus.

I playfully waved my hand in front of her face to get her full attention. "Did I break you?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "You wish. But that was great." Honeymaren accepted the kiss I gave her with eagerness, willingly tasting herself on me.

"I need to tell my girls about us soon," I sighed when we pulled apart from each other. "They deserve to know."

"I'm sure they'll be fine with it," she assured me. "They've said it themselves."

"People can just say things to give others assurance. Doesn't mean they mean it."

She frowned, reaching for my hand and interlocking our fingers. "Do you want me to be there with you?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe. I'll think about it. It'll be easier to tell them sooner rather than later."

When we paused, I was suddenly made aware of a soft buzzing sound. For a second, I thought Honeymaren was about to get very frisky, until I noticed my phone buzzing a few feet away.

"Crap," I muttered, rushing to answer it. "Anna?"

"Hey, I'm outside. I've been texting you."

Somewhere in the background on the other end of the line, I could hear Elsa. She sounded really loopy.

"I'm so sorry, darling. My phone was on silent and I got distracted. I'll be down soon."

"Please be quick. I think we really need to get Elsa home."

"Be down in less than five minutes," I said before quickly hanging up and turning to Honeymaren. "I completely forgot Anna was picking me up. She accompanied Elsa to get her wisdom teeth taken out and it sounds like whatever drugs they gave her are really taking effect."

Honey feigned disappointment. "Does this mean I can't return the favour?" she asked, biting her bottom lip slightly.

I shook my head sadly. "As enticing as that is, it'll have to wait for another day," I said, gathering my stuff and wiping my mouth off on a tissue to erase any trace of what we had done.

"Guess you'll just have to settle for a 'World's Best Boss' mug," she joked, earning a small laugh from me. I helped her fix her dress so she looked decent. Honeymaren never wore makeup, so there was nothing there to fix after being knocked out of place. "I'll walk you down," she offered.

"Thanks."

We unlocked my office door and walked hand in hand to the pick-up point. The rest of the building was thankfully empty. Once we left the main doors, our fingers relaxed until our hands slipped away from each other. I made a mad dash for the car Anna and Elsa were waiting with the engine still on.

The second I got in, I immediately smelled the slightly coppery smell of blood from the gauze in Elsa's mouth. She turned to look at me, her eyes half lidded from the sedatives or painkillers or whatever else she'd been given.

"Mommy," she droned, reaching out for my hand which I let her have. She turned to the window where Honeymaren was. She had begun to make her way to her car. "Pretty lady," she mumbled, her voice muffled on account of her mouth being stuffed. "Pretty lady!"

"Right here, Elsa," Anna huffed as she pulled out of the lot. She glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "She's been saying 'pretty lady' to every woman we've driven past."

I laughed. "Well, pretty much all ladies are pretty so you can't really blame her." I glanced at the car's display which showed Christmas music playing from Anna's phone.

"She also requested for Christmas music," Anna explained over the sound of Elsa humming Fairytale in New York loudly and out of tune. It was Agnarr's favourite. "I'm usually against Christmas music in the summer but I can't say no to her when she's like this."

"Happy happy happy merry merry merry hot cold hot birthday!" Elsa sang.

"She's also convinced it's my birthday today." Anna sounded so defeated. It was kind of hilarious.

"Other than your sister being drugged up beyond recognition, was the procedure okay?" I asked.

"It was good," Anna said, gesturing to a plastic bag of pills in the backseat. "The dentist was pleased. She's gonna need soft foods for a while and she'll be on pain meds but the loopiness should clear up after she gets some rest."

Elsa was still holding my hand from the front seat and I felt her finger trace over the paperclip ring. "Marry me," she said to Anna, before turning to me and saying the same thing. She must have been too drugged up to consider asking where I got the ring from, but regardless, I pulled that hand back defensively and offered her my other one. It was too much to talk about that then.

"I've come to the conclusion today that sick Elsa is way worse than drunk Elsa," Anna sighed.

"Salad!" the blonde yelped, reaching for the pine tree shaped air freshener sticking out of the AC.

"Elsa, no!" Anna chided, batting her sister back with her free hand while focusing on steering with the other.

It was clear to me I wouldn't be able to hold a mature conversation with them both if Elsa was in that state. I leaned back, making up my mind to find a way to tell them after Elsa was back to her usual self.

A/N - Hello reader! What did you think of this chapter? It was a little rushed but I'm currently in the middle of a serious bout of writer's block. I wanted to try to have Iduna be a little more commanding and hope I managed to pull it off. How do you think the girls will react to their mother's new relationship? How do you think Iduna's new commanding role will play out with Elsa and Anna? I have some ideas for chapters to come next, but until then, stay safe wherever you are :)