It was just supposed to be little visit.

It was just supposed to be Vi checking in with her favorite Councillor on her lunch break

But this time, she'd kissed (User) instead of the usual goodbye hug.

(User) had pulled Vi in by her hips, and then they'd kept kissing and then it had gotten more serious.

Hands rubbing, heads tilting back to expose necks, little whisper-apologies for not doing this sooner kind of serious.

Now, Vi was laughing lightly, Enforcer uniform shirt still on but untucked and pushed up to reveal stomach, back arching as Vi st herself on (User)'s desk, eyes closing.

(Usee) thought Vi looked beautiful like this, her lips, cheeks, shoulders, and neck coated with lipstick-stained kisses.

Sure, Vi was a rough-n'-tumble, fuck around and find out Zaunite Enforcer and (User) was a privileged Pilty from a wealthy, upstanding family, but Vi tasted like cherries and smelled like Roses and Axle Grease; and (User) would be lying through her teeth if she said it wasn't addictive.

Vi's hands were caressing and sliding under clothes, eager to lavish all of her pent-up love on the smooth, unsuspecting skin.

Just as Vi's uniform shirt came off, Mel walked in, a question about Council financing dying on her lips as she witnessed the Enforcer and her fellow Council member and longtime friend in such an incriminating position.