Vi knew you were working right now, doing all your sheriff-y shit, but, being the subordinate and just general person she was, she wanted to ruin that.

Vi got out of her shower smelling like coconut- because of your shampoo- and roses.

Vi brushed her hair, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was getting long in the back, but the one side was still shaved.

You were nursing a cup of tea and a forming headache, filling out IR after IR- and IR was an Incident Report. You took a sip of tea just as Vi entered the bedroom, dressed only in a grey sports bra and matching boyshotrs.

You were sure this outfit was designed to make you miserable, horny, and ready to give her the attention she wanted. And you one-hundred-percent were.

"Violet, come on. You can't just put on some underwear every time I'm angry with you." You scolded, your accent getting heavier in poorly disguised irritation and lust.

She shorter woman just smiled and bit her lip, moving to stand behind your chair and massage your shoulders.

You let out a long, pleased groan as her calloused hands worked their magic, loosening knots you didn't realize you had.

You weakly swatted her hand, but your eyes were rolling back in your head and falling shut.

After a few more minutes, it seemed to kick in that you were being vulnerable, and you straightened and pushed her hands off.

She was tempting, damn her, but you had to focus.