Temporary Secretary

Part 13

Not to be graphic, but the yellow sweater and shirt underneath gives me a distinctly masculine fervent desire for him I cannot explain. Well, I can explain. It's pretty.

(Edit: the original video got privated, but I was able to find another! But slightly lower quality sadly)

Apologies if anything is awkwardly worded. Editing scrambles my brain, this was 38 pages, and I have ADHD.

20 December 1980

Saturday 8:20am

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The previous night, as per his request, Paul and you took a car back to his place in Mayfair.

Having fucked already, all you ultimately did there was fall asleep together after some drowsy talk.

As was habit for him, likely an unnoticed one, Paul had a snug hold on you from the moment he fell under to the moment of waking. Often it would be your body pulled into his chest, a leg slung between yours.

You didn't quite get his intentions, inviting you over for just this. Like you said, you'd already fucked in the office.

Well, it could be for the company, you already knew that much about him. Paul seemed like the type to feel the most content with people around, rather than the peace of isolation. You could enjoy both yourself, but with a healthy balance, and time to recover afterward.

Whatever his reasoning was, you didn't mind indulging him much. His bed (and flat) were roomier than yours, and the warmth throughout the night was comfortable. Paul had a pleasant scent to him, and a softness to his body. Even beneath the duvet, you were able to appreciate the lovely figure pressed to you, and the consistent movement of his breaths.

In a way too, it made it easier to fall asleep. You were a bit of an insomniac, tossing and turning a few hours until you finally fell asleep. Having weight on you, making you unable to do as much, keeping you still, was a great help.

It reminded you of when you were younger. You used to have a cat, and she slept right on your chest, most every night.

When you awoke that morning, in late December fashion, the sun was in the process of rising, yet only offering a dim light. Due to this, the light in the room was muted, casting softer shadows. Unlike night time though, you could see just fine with just the natural light from the window. It looked as if it was misting outside, or was just about to.

Paul seemed to have awoken already. The main giveaway being that his body wasn't curled around you anymore, but rather sitting up somewhat, resting back against his pillow, a laziness to his expression. His eyes moved to you upon noticing the movement.

You slowly blinked open your eyes, a pleasant familiarity coming to you at the sight of his lovely features.

"Morning," You murmured. His eyes were lidded, but his eyebrows rose, noticing you were awake. He hummed in response.

You also raised yourself, resting on your elbows. His eyes followed you. You reached out to lightly hold his chin between your fingertips, taking the moment to admire him. You wordlessly ran your thumb along the little cleft of his chin. Paul's eyes fell shut.

His hair was mussed up slightly from the night, but he looked at ease. When your hand moved to cup his cheek, he leant into it.

You sat up. You were only wearing your slip, having discarded the rest of your clothing before falling asleep. Your hair was loose down your shoulders. His eyes followed your movements, not well concealing where they strayed. You didn't really care if they did. It was mutual, anyhow. Your eyes followed him just as lustfully.