dieciocho

TW: R18

The door had barely clicked shut before Alice was on her again.

Her hands fisted in Risa’s blazer, pulling her forward, their mouths crashing together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was desperate, raw, ten years of restraint unraveling in an instant.

Risa gasped against Alice’s lips, stumbling slightly as Alice backed her into the desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but neither of them cared. Alice tugged at the lapels of Risa’s blazer, her fingers curling into the fabric as though she feared Risa would slip away again.

But Risa wasn’t running this time.

She gripped Alice’s waist, pulling her flush against her body, feeling the heat of her through their clothes. Alice’s hands moved quickly—impatiently—yanking the blazer off Risa’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

"Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?" Alice murmured against her lips, breathless, almost frustrated. Her fingers traced down Risa’s arms, her touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Risa exhaled sharply, tilting her head as Alice’s lips ghosted along her jaw, trailing down her throat. "Alice—"

"You left me," Alice whispered, her voice trembling, but her hands were steady as they found the buttons of Risa’s blouse, undoing them one by one. "And I still wanted you."

Risa sucked in a breath. "I—"

Alice didn’t let her finish. Her lips met Risa’s again, softer this time, slower, as if she were savoring the way Risa tasted. Like she was taking back what had always been hers.

Risa let out a quiet sigh, her hands threading into Alice’s hair, fingers tightening as Alice deepened the kiss. She felt the desk dig into the backs of her thighs, felt Alice press closer, and it still wasn’t enough.

Alice pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, her fingers brushing against Risa’s bare skin beneath her unbuttoned blouse. "Tell me you want this."

Risa swallowed hard, her heart pounding.

There was no hesitation when she whispered—

"I do."

Alice didn’t wait.

Her hands slid lower, pushing Risa onto the desk, guiding her back until she was lying against the polished wood. Risa gasped as Alice followed, settling between her legs, hands roaming, lips trailing fire across her skin.

Her breath hitched as Alice pressed a kiss just below her collarbone, then lower.

Risa’s fingers curled against the desk, her head tipping back as Alice’s mouth traced over every inch of exposed skin, worshipping, claiming.

"You don’t get to run anymore," Alice murmured against her stomach, her voice dark, possessive. Her fingers skimmed the edge of Risa’s skirt, teasing, testing. "You’re mine now."

Risa’s breath shuddered. "Alice—"

Alice’s lips curled against her skin. "Shh."

And then—

Alice climbed onto the desk, knees pressing against the wood as she hovered over Risa. Her breath was hot against Risa’s lips, her hands gripping the edges of her blouse, pulling it open fully.

She traced her fingers down Risa’s chest, nails lightly scraping over flushed skin. Risa shivered, her body reacting to every touch, every brush of Alice’s lips along her collarbone.

Alice’s hands moved lower, reaching for the zipper of Risa’s skirt. Slowly, she dragged it down, peeling the fabric away. Risa lifted her hips to help, her heart pounding as Alice’s gaze darkened at the sight of her.

"You’re beautiful," Alice murmured, pressing a kiss just above her navel. Her tongue flicked against the skin, teasing, tasting.

Risa bit her lip, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. Alice’s hands spread her thighs apart, her thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there.

Then, Alice leaned in, her mouth pressing against the growing heat between Risa’s legs.

Risa gasped, her back arching off the desk. Alice’s tongue moved slowly at first, teasing, exploring, before pressing deeper. Her grip on Risa’s thighs tightened, holding her in place as she worked her mouth against her.

A sharp moan escaped Risa’s lips. "Oh God, Alice…" Her voice cracked as she pulled Alice closer, urging her to continue.

Alice only hummed in response, the vibration sending a shockwave through Risa’s body.

She felt herself unraveling, pleasure coiling tighter with every stroke of Alice’s tongue, every flick, every soft suck against sensitive skin.

"Alice…" Risa moaned again, her voice strained, trembling.

Alice didn’t stop.

She gripped Risa’s thighs harder, her tongue working faster, pushing her closer—until Risa’s body arched, a strangled cry spilling from her lips as she shattered beneath Alice’s touch.

Alice didn’t pull away immediately. She pressed lingering kisses along Risa’s inner thigh, her hands still holding her steady.

When Risa finally caught her breath, Alice looked up, lips glistening, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"You’re mine now," she murmured.

Alice’s hands slid lower, her fingertips grazing the soft skin of Risa’s waist. She watched Risa’s chest rise and fall with each breath, the anticipation hanging thick in the air. Her hands reached the edge of Risa’s bra, pausing for just a moment before slipping the straps off her shoulders.

Risa’s breath caught in her throat as Alice’s lips trailed lower, brushing over her collarbone, leaving a trail of heat behind. Alice took her time, savoring each inch of skin, each tremble beneath her touch.

When Alice finally kissed the soft swell of Risa’s breast, Risa gasped, her fingers threading into Alice’s hair, pulling her closer. The heat between them intensified, and Alice’s mouth lingered, teasing, just enough to make Risa ache for more.

Risa’s breath quickened as Alice’s lips parted, taking her nipple into her mouth, gently at first, tasting the soft, sensitive flesh. A soft moan escaped Risa’s lips, her back arching instinctively, pressing closer to Alice’s warmth.

The slow, teasing touches deepened, Alice’s hands cupping Risa’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over the peaks as her tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles. Risa’s fingers dug into the desk, her body trembling with each flick of Alice’s tongue, each firm pull that sent waves of pleasure rippling through her.

“Alice…” Risa’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with desire, as she pulled Alice even closer, feeling the tension coil tighter within her.

Alice’s eyes locked onto hers, dark with need, her mouth moving from one breast to the other, kissing, sucking, and marking her as hers. The sounds of Risa’s soft moans filled the room, pushing Alice further into the moment, making her actions more urgent, more intense.

Risa’s body responded without hesitation, every inch of her alive with sensation. The overwhelming pleasure made her head spin, and she couldn’t help but press herself closer to Alice, wanting more, needing more.

“Alice… please,” Risa begged, her voice trembling, the words hanging in the air like a plea.

And Alice gave it to her, continuing her slow, deep ministrations, making Risa feel the heat of her touch in every part of her being.

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Risa’s POV

The air between them was thick with unspoken desire, the only sound their ragged breathing as they stood in the dimly lit office. Risa stepped back, her hands moving to Alice’s waist, guiding her toward the couch with a steady, yet commanding touch. Alice didn’t resist, the heat of the moment driving them both forward. Her pulse quickened as Risa gently pushed her down onto the cushions, settling on top of her with a soft gasp.

Risa’s lips met Alice’s in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment they’d finally reached. Alice’s hands roamed to Risa’s back, her fingers digging into the fabric of her blouse, pulling her closer. Their tongues tangled, moving together in a rhythm they both seemed to instinctively understand.

“Risa,” Alice murmured against her lips, breathless, her hands already moving to unbutton Risa’s blouse. She needed more—needed to feel her skin, to claim this moment. “I want you... now.”

Risa’s hands moved to Alice’s shirt, quickly pulling it over her head, exposing her body to Alice’s hungry gaze. Alice’s eyes darkened, a low growl escaping her throat as she ran her hands along Risa’s body, feeling the curve of her breasts, the soft skin beneath her fingertips.

She leaned down, kissing Risa’s neck, her breath hot against her skin, then moved lower, her lips brushing over Risa’s collarbone, teasing a path down to her chest. Risa’s breath hitched, her body shivering with anticipation as Alice’s lips found her breast, kissing the sensitive flesh before drawing her nipple into her mouth.

Risa’s moan was low and needy, her back arching as Alice sucked and teased. “Alice…” Risa gasped, her fingers tightening in Alice’s hair, pushing her closer. The sensation was dizzying, overwhelming. “I—”

But Alice didn’t let her finish. Her hands slid down Risa’s body, brushing against the heated skin of her abdomen, before slipping past the waistband of her skirt. Risa’s breath caught in her throat, a soft shudder rippling through her as Alice touched her, exploring with slow, deliberate movements.

“Risa…” Alice murmured, kissing her once more, her fingers now between her legs, gently teasing the soft skin there. The pressure of Alice’s touch had Risa moaning, her hips instinctively pressing forward. The feeling of Alice’s hand against her was almost too much, but Risa didn’t pull away. She needed more.

With a quiet groan, Risa shifted, taking control. She kissed Alice deeply, her hands pulling Alice’s legs apart as she positioned herself between them on the couch. She was on top now, her body pressing down into Alice’s as she kissed her with fervor, her tongue claiming Alice’s mouth in a kiss that was both gentle and urgent.

Risa’s hands moved lower, her fingers skimming over Alice’s body, tracing the line of her breasts, before slipping beneath the waistband of Alice’s pants. The moan that escaped Alice’s lips was pure and unrestrained, her hands moving to Risa’s back, urging her closer. Risa’s mouth trailed down Alice’s neck, leaving a path of heated kisses as her fingers worked between her legs, teasing and exploring, driving Alice wild with desire.

“Risa, please,” Alice whispered, her voice a breathless plea, as her hips bucked against Risa’s touch.

Risa smiled against Alice’s skin, her fingers moving with purpose now, pressing deeper as Alice’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She knew what she wanted, knew what Alice needed. Risa leaned down, capturing Alice’s lips in a kiss that was deep and unrelenting, swallowing every breath, every sound that escaped her. The kiss was everything: tender, hungry, possessive.

As Risa continued to move above her, Alice’s hands roamed, pulling at the buttons of Risa’s shirt, pushing the fabric off her shoulders, eager to feel more of her skin. Risa’s body pressed closer, her chest brushing against Alice’s as she moved with increasing urgency, her breath heavy in Alice’s ear as she kissed her deeply.

Their bodies were a tangle of movement, each touch sparking an electric jolt between them. Risa’s lips moved down Alice’s neck, leaving marks as she kissed lower, toying with the sensitive skin, before reaching her breasts once again. She teased and caressed, her mouth lingering, her hands stroking, as Alice moaned beneath her, her body trembling with need.

“Risa…” Alice’s voice was thick with want, her hands grasping at Risa, pulling her closer. “I’m… I’m so close.”

Risa’s fingers were relentless now, moving with purpose, pushing Alice closer to the edge. The rhythm of their bodies, the kisses, the soft gasps and moans, everything blended together into a single, overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Risa’s body shuddered as she kissed Alice once more, her hands pressing deeper, making Alice gasp.

And when the moment finally came, when their bodies moved together in a perfect crescendo, the sound of their shared breath and the soft moan of satisfaction filled the room, marking the end of the long, intense journey they had both waited for.

Risa collapsed beside Alice, their bodies tangled together on the couch, breathless, spent, but fully connected in a way that no words could ever truly capture.