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Orianna Lorenze || 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝔻𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 || #ALRP #AKRP #MVRP #OCRP
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Ori may or may not have spent money on a new, more reclining desk chair. She is also definitely not napping with her space heater on full blast—
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The Commander blinks her eyes open…she doesn’t remember falling asleep. But the pillow is comfortable…
Offers lap pillow.
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An amused noise from the wolf as she’s so suddenly and easily lifted up and onto Gavial’s lap. Her legs enclose the woman’s waist and squeeze, pulling away just to catch her breath. “My my, if I hadn’t known better I’d say you were enjoying this, Gavial…”
Humming in delight at seeing that her boss wasn't gonna make things easy. Gavial playfully retaliated the best way she knew how: sliding a grubby little hand all the way down, and helping herself to a hefty handful of the Lupo's butt. Then using her new bit of leverage-
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She is making eggnog for the Operators. Surprisingly, not alcoholic.
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Her winter coat has fully grown in. The wolf. Is fluffy.
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Ori is asleep at her desk again. This time there’s a large, neatly stacked pile of *finished* paperwork near her head. That and a nearly empty bottle of wine—
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A growl of challenge from the Lupo, and her tongue fights Gavial’s fiercely. Body pressed against hers, one hand sliding to tangle in mossy green hair before giving it a tug to keep their lips locked. If the medic wanted air she would have to fight the wolf for it.
Although fully accepting of the fact she set herself up for that one. The ever proud Gavial wasn't gonna let the doc get away with two free shots so easily. Which is why before they could slip away a second time, she'd grab them by the collar and smash their lips onto hers.
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She leans forwards, her taller form looming over the poor Vulpo slightly. Wolf fangs playfully nibble and tug at her lip, tongue running along it. Tasting the wine she has just drank. “…you taste sweet like I hoped…” she whispered as she broke for air, noses touching.
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An arm snakes around Naomi’s waist, and she’s suddenly pulled forward until she’s seated on the edge of Ori’s desk. The wolf rises smoothly, chin still in her hands. “…just not the infirmary.” The return kiss is more practiced. Hot, stifling. Suffocating.
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The kiss is welcomed, a low rumble in Ori’s throat. She can tell Naomi is not the most practiced, though that might also be the alcohol. It’s not long enough for the wolf however. Not by a long shot. “Mmh, I have an idea of where to carry you…”
Being slightly tipsy contributed to how easy it worked, or maybe... Naomi knew what she inteded, and just followed along. " I'm thankful that you're looking out for me, but are you sure you're not the one chickening out now? " Slow tail sway and a grin accompanying those words.
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“Dear, are you sure you should be climbing on my desk? All that talk about your age earlier, I’d hate for you to hurt yourself…” Feeling emboldened, the wolf would reach towards, fingers cupping Naomi’s chin in a gentle grasp. “I’d hate to have to carry you to the infirmary.”
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Watching the Vulpo begin to crawl across her desk with that drunken, fiery smirk on her face was quite the spectacle for Ori, but she was more amused her bait worked. She would lean away, lips now just out of Naomi’s reach as she waved a hand dismissively.
The lupo might be unaware, but this ignited a flame in the fox. She leaned even further, left knee now resting atop the table, eyes fixated on those of Ori's. A single huff leaves the vulpo. " Maybe you shouldn't underestimate a woman for her lack of experience.. "
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“…I myself have become rather skilled at kissing lovely women. As such I feel it would be rather unfair of me to kiss someone who is much less skilled…” There’s mischief in those golden orbs as she lays out the potential bait.
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The touch sends the same warm tingle down her spine, but the wolf too holds her ground. Fingers move to clasp over the hand, and Ori leans her head to press a kiss to her palm. Feathery and light. Dangerously so. “Well…” she leans back in her chair again, hand to her chest.
The sudden shift in attitude catches the vulpo by surprise, eyes widening from the sight. " Huh? " She whispers to herself, feeling those already pink-ish cheeks turn into a brighter blush. Truth be told, the fox is already a little tipsy.. She just held herself nicely.
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A few slow blinks as she simply stares at Naomi, golden eyes studying her closely. Then she finally speaks. Bluntly. “…so, when’s the last time you’ve kissed someone, Naomi?~”
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The pleased look on the Vulpo’s face seems to strike a small nerve with the lupo, and she pouts slightly. She’s supposed to be one wooing! In an act of brilliance the wolf downs the remainder of her glass, shuddering as the alcohol is quickly working its magic.
What else to do but to smile in return to the other's reaction, not a smirk like before, it was ... warmer, intimate in a way. " Right~? But, don't worry. I'm not a picky woman for these things. How else to prove it than to have the same wine as an experienced Siracusan? "
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—to sate, Naomi.” For once Ori is caught on the back-foot, lifting her glass to take a generous gulp of wine to get her thoughts back in order. It’s hard to tell if her cheeks are flushed from the wine or the Vulpo’s warm fingers…
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