Office Policy

Leorio breathed a sigh of relief when Kurapica chuckled, then guffawed. It was so wild a laugh, so silly and nasal and girly, that he couldn’t help but laugh with her.
“You’re funny,” Kurapica said. Her voice was choked.
“You laugh like a…like a chinchilla or something.”
“I do?” Her eyebrows drew together then.
Leorio smiled. All that laughter shook something up for them both. “Here. Lay back against the desk.”
She’d taken to leaving her pencil skirts on the chair as she came in, and marching up to him in those most basic white panties, barely trimmed. Sometimes there was a logo, subtly stitched in; more often, he suspected that she made them herself.
Kurapica was already baring her thighs to him when she leaned back, settling and bracing herself on her elbows.
He teased her clit with his thumb. Kurapica bit her lip, turning her face away and gripping the desk. He had two tricks to finding it on women through their clothing – both of which had worked easily with Kurapica: first, he had them touch themselves and he counted the inches down from their belly buttons; second, he practiced. He did it over and over until he could do it in the dark, from behind, whatever. It was different on every girl, and admittedly there’d only been three, but an average of five-ish, and that was a grand thing for a man to know, his friends assured him.
They didn’t know about the three thing, of course.
But then, they also didn’t know about pretty, lucky number four.
Kurapica stopped him. “I…I want you to do something.”
Leorio looked up. “What?”
She sat up and began unbuttoning her dress shirt. He helped immediately, coming up from the bottom. She let him do the last one, nodding permission.
“I used to like it when my boyfriend would touch my…I mean, I know they’re…I’m flat, but – “
“Petite,” he corrected.
Kurapica squinted. She wasn’t sure if knew the term from buying women’s clothing or searching for very specific porn. “Leorio.”
He touched her shirt. “Can I see?”
“Please go ahead.”
The new bra with the fancy embroidered straps didn’t seem to phase him. Maybe she should have let him see the plain ones first, she thought. But at least this way he wouldn’t get a big head, knowing that she went out and bought underwear to entice him, knowing that she was doing things differently to impress him.
Leorio ran his hands up her ribcage, stopping below the bra. He stretched out a fingertip and touched her nipple.
His black eyes, in that perfectly relaxed Labrador expression landed on her. Kurapica couldn’t look away and only felt the light scratching, the twisting pinch.
“I’m pretty good with these,” he joked. “Bras. And breasts.”
“Th-that’s…a comfort.”
He traced the soft flesh above the cup and flicked the strap off her shoulder.
His other hand squeezed.
Kurapica arched her back, shoving her shoulders back.
He kissed above her breast as he massaged her shoulder, then gave her nipple a gnawing suck.
“Leorio!”
“Don’t scold me,” Leorio said. “I know you’re not shocked.”
Her cheeks pinked. “I…I…”
“Oh you are? Oh – “ He sat back.
“No, no – I bought this bra so that I could ask you if you – oh, I don’t know why I said that.” Kurapica shook her head.
“You like it?” he summarized.
She gave a vigorous nod.

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