Suletta and Miorine spent an idle afternoon in the former chairman's office. Ever the diligent company president, Miorine was hard at work sorting through files for GUND-ARM at her desk. Ever the diligent groom, Suletta sat on the floor beside her in silence, looking up admiringly at her bride.
A few minutes passed, both enjoying the presence of the other despite having nothing to do or say together. Even a boring moment like this seemed just a bit less boring when they were together.
A few minutes more and Miorine finally threw in the towel. She slumped back in her chair with a heavy sigh, arms falling to her sides. "Is it tough?" Suletta asked.
"No, just a lot," she replied, rubbing her eyes with one hand. "Finally a few contracts and they all keep trying to find ways to weaponize GUND without me figuring out that's what they're doing."
"You're too smart to fall for their tricks, though," Suletta said, nodding sagely. "Miorine-san is the smartest around."
Miorine didn't bother to conceal her chuckle. "If you say it, I guess I have to believe it," she muttered.
Suddenly, Suletta cocked her head to the side. "Miorine-san, please raise your hand for me."
"Huh?" Confused as she was, she complied, holding up the hand nearest Suletta.
Suletta mimicked her gesture, placing their hands together. "I was right! Your hands are so small!" She laughed, not picking up the extremely flustered look Miorine was shooting her. "I'm almost twice as big as you," she continued, interlacing their fingers and giving her a gentle squeeze. "And your hands are so soft."
The longest moment of their lives passed before Suletta finally caught sight of the crimson state of her bride's face, setting off a chain reaction of realizing what she'd just done without thinking. "Uh, s-sorry!" she stammered, letting go of her hand.
"It's fine," Miorine said quickly, looking away as she reached out and took Suletta's hand back. "It's...fine."
"Oh." Suddenly conscious of their connection, Suletta tried to keep herself composed as she fidgeted on the floor.
Miorine cleared her throat, stroking Suletta's long fingers with her thumb. "Your hands are...a little rough."
"Sorry," Suletta muttered.
"It's fine," she repeated. "I don't hate it." Miorine gave her a gentle squeeze. "Strong." Then, without thinking, she slowly pulled Suletta's hand forward, kissing it like she was a princess.
Now it was her turn to realize the consequences of her actions, Suletta looking about to malfunction, shaking like a leaf in her grip. "Well," Miorine said, quickly getting to her feet and breaking their connection. "I need to use the restroom. I'll be back shortly."
She didn't wait for a response, walking out of the room to wander the halls for several minutes, only stopping once to bash her head into the wall.
This left Suletta alone and flustered, unable to do anything but look at the spot on the back of her hand where Miorine had kissed her. She swallowed hard, her lips quivering as she moved on instinct to kiss that spot herself. All she could taste was her own skin.
She pulled her knees up to her chest, stomach doing flips as she tried to control all of these strange feelings inside of her. "I really am sex-crazed," she whimpered.
The notly anticipated sequel to Chair Yuri. I'm an adult with a job that I actually need to be doing because I'm behind on deadlines, but instead I'm playing fucking Cö shu Nie songs on repeat and writing this trash.
Why are you reading this? This is terrible. At least pick something higher quality. Did a Chainsaw Man right before this one. It's still stupid, but I liked it. Working Notes is all about Prospera and that one's actually kind of good. Shit, Let Our Garden Prosper finally updated. I didn't even write that one, but it's way better than anything here. Educate yourself.
Fuck.