Office Policy

Leorio carried Kurapica to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed, then sat beside her with a hand up her skirt, palm pressing her groin as he tore off his socks. “It’s just – I don’t want another person to be the one opening you up, turning you on. I want that to be our journey.”
“I don’t want to associate you with the pain.” She rolled up and unbuttoned his shirt.
“When…okay, I know I nicked you once or twice, but didn’t I stop that second? I listen!”
“I know. I know.”
“Did you look up any scandals associated with this guy?”
She nodded, chewing her fingertip. “He was in the news, but it was because he joined some elite lobbying group. The holistic version of the American Medical Association. It’s an honor.”
“You don’t sound impressed.”
“Well, I am.” She tugged apart his shirt tails. “We’ll see. Maybe?”
It struck her that cupids used arrows because they were sharp, painful, and knocked you off your feet. In that moment, she was so deeply sad for herself that she had not had him till now, and may not keep him. She loved having someone to undress. Having that other body that wasn’t hers but could still pick up things at the pharmacy and buy groceries and wash her back and please her.
Kurapica shivered.
“Oh, don’t get cold.” Leorio rubbed her arms. “How did it get so chilly in here.?”
He undressed her.
Kurapica was stiff with fear. “Leorio.”
“Hm?”
Kurapica reached for a pillow and pressed her face into it so that she could weep, hard, with her mouth open. She wanted to ask if he would leave her if she could never enjoy intercourse with him. Of course he would. And who would blame him? She wouldn’t. She wasn’t that much of a catch.
“Pica.” Leorio patted her head, disturbed. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t tell you.”
Kurapica sniffed, hiding her face. She began to tug the dirty cover off the pillow.
He tossed it away. “I’ll do it later. What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. She was good enough for him for now. That was what mattered.

Stripping the rest off quickly, Kurapica walked to the shower. She set the water and climbed in.
He followed, turning it up hotter as soon as his broad back was shielding her from the spray. He wrapped his arms around her for a moment.
She never wanted to shower alone again. Imagining life without this tall man, like a Great Dane, sweet and funny and huge, was becoming impossible. He was always at the corner of her vision now. He was always feeding her, and things that she meant to get around to were always done before she got to it. It would be hard to leave him, if she had to.
He reached outside, hissing as a cloud of icy dry air billowed in. She splashed the plastic curtain with her wet hand and flattened it to the shower walk, sealing them in.
“Go team,” he put his hand up.
Kurapica slapped his palm and he shook the folds out of a wash cloth. “Oh yay.”
“I know you like it.”
“I like it.”
He angled the water down and sat in the tub with her. They put their hands on top of each other, like the slap game, and he drummed his fingers under her hands. His shoulders caught everything from the lightest mist. That drifted over to coat her breasts.
She licked water off her lips. “Will you come?”
“Is that what you’re studying on the computer all night?”
She shook her head. “Something personal.”
Leorio reached up high and pulled down the soap. “Tell me.”
Kurapica paused, then offered: “Genealogy.”
“I thought you said you were a foster child. Oh – no, I’m sorry, that would make sense.”
Kurapica smiled. “I want to know what happened to them. I can’t find anyone. Not a person. At first, it was just about medical history, but then…weird things turn up.”
He took her feet in his hands and began soaping them up. “Like what?”
“Genetic…researchers’ papers. Bank accounts belonging to missing people.” Kurapica frowned. “I just…don’t want to talk about it.”
“But you think this is a good time to…learn about – everything?”
Kurapica looked up wildly, but realized he was talking about the sex camp. “Oh yeah, sure. Yes.”
Leorio shrugged. He touched a bunch of soap bubbles to her stomach. She inhaled automatically.
“If you’re in, I’m in.”
Kurapica grinned, letting out her breath.

Leorio stood, adjusting the shower head.
Kurapica crouched on her soapy feet, resting her hand on his knee for balance.
She felt like a kid, remembering how she used to hide in the round racks of clothes at the department stores. She liked to be in the lee of things, sheltered. But she'd never had something, someone, so splendid in her hands.
Her feet stuck to the near dry back floor of the tub. She could see the water sliding down his abdomen and the backs of his knees, slipping in a sheet over to the drain.
He used to be embarrassed, for whatever reason, and he would look away when she knelt. He still did it. She liked it. It was as if he felt bad that she was so servile.
But she was, with him. Whatever the reason, his kindness consumed her, tamed her. The low growl of his voice fascinated her: she had never had many male friends so she wasn't used to finding words in the rumble of a man's voice.
The bass of his speech shook her concentration, drew her forward. Each time he spoke, guiding her gently through his world, as if she were blindfolded and her hands lay in his, it was as if he had drawn his hand up the front of her body, legs to chin, and left her gasping.
She could not say it to him. Saying such things ruined them. People changed when they had such information.
She hoped he knew, or appreciated how deeply he’d caught her. But he was probably ignorant and doubtful as anyone.
Under her hands, his wet thighs were still. The dark hairs gave them a strange texture.
Kurapica let her knees hit the floor.
“Let me wash," he stopped her. "Don't want to give you bad memories."
She wrapped her hands around one leg like a supplicant. "No..."
"It'll be there." He tugged her hair, fingers wet. "I'm investing for a repeat performance."
She let go. She sat with her chin on her knees, and played in the water with her foot. As he turned to get the soap, the first spray of water hit her and she grumbled.
“What?” Leorio asked, taking down the soap. He flipped it over and over in his clasped hands.
Kurapica looked at his cock, dusky and flushed but not yet high. She gave a wide grin. "Let me see."
“Pervert,” he accused, putting the soap up with a thump. He wrapped his hand around his cock, spreading the foam in long soft lines.
Kurapica bit her lip. She squeezed her thighs together, till one knee fell under the other.
“You like that?” he taunted, batting the underside of his cock. Bubbles slapped off, floating down onto her eyelashes. "Porn doll."
“Do like this,” she said. She held her palm upward, drumming her fingers on the moist air.
“Huh?” Leorio tried teasing his erection, fingers going at it like a flute, but then understood. He smoothed his cock up on his stomach and reached under, stroking his sack. He moaned, pushing off his heels for a second. His toes curled.
“More,” she demanded. She liked when he felt so good he shut his eyes.
“Always more with you,” Leorio groaned, lifting his scrotum with a flat palm and pushing it in circles. “'Come to sex camp. Touch yourself harder.' It never ends with you.”
“Maybe squeeze there, and pull up.” She mimed it out.
“Demanding. Nag nag nag.”
She clenched her hands, then reached. “I want to suck on it…wash the soap off.”
“A man needs to be clean for stuff like this.”
She leaned out, touching her tongue to the tip. Soap and salt; it was nasty. She spat, pawing her tongue. “Blech.”
“Hah.” He lifted his right foot. Balancing his hand on the wall, his cock still well attending in the other fist, he stretched out and teased the curls between her legs with the ball of his foot.
“Careful!” She grabbed his foot, but spread her knees wide. She knocked her kneecaps into the sides of the tub.
Leorio pushed, rubbing her.
Kurapica licked her lips. She sat back on one foot and lifted the other knee with her hand, open to him.
“Ohhh,” he joked, voice low. He sounded as if he was with a bunch of friends in a bar, as if they’d just solicited a whore and were shocked at the menu. Like she’d done something dirty.
“I just – “ She stopped, mouth open, as he rubbed her in circles mirroring his own masturbation. His toes tickled her; he covered her whole region in the arch of his foot for a delicate second, then went back to the gentle blunt circling.
She grabbed his foot, pressing it down to her, thrusting up. The pressure built, blood thudding. Rolling her hips, she tipped over into orgasm, pumping up.
"Le..."
“So quiet.” He leaned down. Taking a knee, he knocked her down, backwards.
Her shoulderblades and the back of her head it the plastic wall.
“Ow.”
He stopped, startled by a thought. Then he reached out and ran a hand through her hair backwards.
Water flicked over the side of her face.
Kurapica watched his face shift, like the surface of a pond; thoughts passed underneath with a wake like a wild pike. “What?”
“You…nothing.”
She sighed, struck with a sudden disappointment and fear.
“I didn’t mean to toss you like that.”
“I’m not hurt – “
“It’s just that you…look different with your hair wet. Not so delicate. You look - well, boyish. Not to be gay or anything. It's just weird."
She touched her hair, pulling a lock. "Does it look that bad?"
"Hey. Forget it," he ordered.
Her fingers laced together without her noticing, as if she were sitting at a professor’s desk and not on a tub floor. "I don't know what to do about me."
“I just meant your - expression. You're so - "
“I’m not a boy.” She opened her arms, baring herself to him.
He smiled. Then he bent over her.
It was cruelly slow. She craned her neck, retreating flat. His hand came flat up her stomach, smoothing her breast. Squeezing, he watched her eyes.
He ducked over her chest and gnawed at her nipple with his bare, wet lips. The other hand stroked, coming to center to pinch, pull, and flick.
Kurapica grabbed him, crying out, "Good - "
He scooped her up. Pulled her onto his knees, he split her wide legs, hauling her into his lap. Her thighs circled his torso.
The water pelted her face. His skin rushed into her.
She rolled against him. Grabbing the back of his neck, the short shaved buzz at the nape and his thick shoulders, she drew back. She pressed their foreheads together hard, as if that could thrust him inside her.
“Now?” He asked.
“N-no,” she said, startled.
“Oh – okay, just checking.”
“I could – “
“It’s alright. I just thought you were ready. It’s fine.”
She shook her head. Reaching down, she drew his cock from where it pulled against her, as if it would lift her with its strain. She brought it high. She trapped it between her skin and his. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she pulled up.
He grabbed her ass. “Mmmm.”
She winced, arousal crawling up her back.
“Le- Leorio! I c-can’t concentrate.”
“What concentrate,” he drawled. He hefted her close. His fingertip pressed into her. He said, lips pressed into her ear, clumsy and soaked, “You’re bendy. Soft.”
“Leorio…”
His hands kneaded into her.
She took his jaw in hand and kissed the corner of his mouth. When he was listening, she tried again. “Let me do it with my mouth."
He groaned, shoving against her. “When I’m inside of you later on, it’s going to be – fucking amazing. Like – “ he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing. Her breasts compressed to him; their skin squeaked by, slipping over her nipples. Her lips formed a brief taut ring, breath yanked out. “Yeah. Stroking you from inside like – soda in the bottle. Bubbles scraping up the sides. Rolling.”
She grabbed his hair, pulling his ear near enough to speak. “Gathering at the top.”
“Busting out, spilling all over your hands.”
They kissed, hard, sloppy. All the water and wet seemed to melt them, like they could wash down the drain as easily as the soap.

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