Valentine’s grip tightened, same as any other bondage when you tested it – it bit into the skin. His gaze turned sharp on her when she answered.
“My office is always exhausted.” The Commander stated – overworked and thin stretched as well. The air from his word tufted white balls in the cool air. He could tell she was nervous, anxious that someone might see, someone might ruin all the sneaking she’d done for his sake and tattle on her. A part of him wanted to point out that this was her own doing. But he looked at her and saw a mirror, sights that Valentine was a little too familiar with – the shaking fingers, sleepless nights and: “Headache?” He stated, more than asked.
There was something about the way his grip tightened that excited her. The feeling she knew and enjoyed but the battle inside her to push those thoughts and feelings away. She squirmed a little more, almost testing his grip rather than truly pull away although given the difference in size and strength she was on a losing battle anyway.
“Yes,” she blurted out at the question. “But I have exams coming up. My stress levels are sky high.” She looked at him with wide eyes tinged with red. Why did she keep feeling the need to justify her answers she wondered but with no conclusive answer.
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