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Magic Touch (XE)

Nathalie reentered the office, holding a stack of paperwork he had requested her to fetch. As she sat down at her desk, she noticed a bizarre, shimmery substance on her desk. It was green and red, and almost resembled glitter. She didn't think much of it, and wiped the substance with her fingers. Instead of it just sticking to her skin, it absorbed itself into her skin with a faint glow, surging into her capillaries. She stared in awe at the phenomenon that just happened-- hopefully whatever this was wouldn't be poison in the end.

Gabriel looked over at her from his podium monitor, and then walked over to her desk. Not paying any mind to the shimmery red and green substance on her desk, he placed his hand flat in it, before Nathalie could warn him. The glittery substance absorbed into his hand, and through his capillaries as well. The sensation was bizarre, the substance sending what felt like small bolts of lighting through his fingers. Minutes later, he began to feel off. He couldn't explain why, but as Nathalie was taking the time to explain what she had accomplished, her words blurred into just noise from her mouth. His mind was wandering somewhere else. When did she look so attractive? Her lips looked so soft and kissable; he just wanted to kiss them.

"Mister Agreste, are you alright? Your face is flushed and you're sweating. Would you like a seat?" Nathalie asked. She crossed her legs tighter, trying to suppress any unsavory thoughts, though they persisted. What did she touch? What sort of earthly substance would do such a thing to her? This had to be a work of magic in some way...

"Oh... no, no... I'm okay." He swallowed dryly. She slowly rose from her chair, naturally approaching him. Her mind was yelling at her to back off but her body only craved being close to him. She could tell he was feeling the same, or at least that's what she was telling herself. Hastily, he tugged her close and pulled her into a kiss. Her arms wrapped around him loosely, as the effects of the mysterious substance began to take over. Their kiss deepend, as his tongue found its way into her mouth, which she eagerly accepted. Finding herself being backed against the wall as their passion kept growing. She slowly pulled away from his mouth, their lips connected with a small strand of saliva. They were breathing heavily and gazing deep into each other's eyes.

"Nathalie, what's going on...?"

"I don't know, Mister Agreste..." She muttered softly, looking away from him in shame.

He tilted her head up by her chin. "Nathalie, you know you don't have to call me that..."

"I know... Force of habit, I suppose." She mumbled. Her glance casted downward as she had felt something pressing against her- something quite warm and firm. Gabriel also noticed, and looked rather embarrassed.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. How unprofessional of me." He grumbled, trying his best to try rid himself of his erection. The tightness in his pants was suddenly quite obvious and now uncomfortable to him. Nathalie instead smirked, a hand boldly moving across to his straining and aching bulge.

She began to rub gently. "What, and you think us kissing in broad daylight in our office was any more professional? What's the harm in taking it a bit further?" Her voice dropped to a whisper.

Shivers traveled through his spine as his breath hitched. He leaned into her touch, rocking his hips into her hand. "Nathalie..."

"Yes?"

"I... I need you." The words spilled out of his mouth without much thought.

She smiled gently. "I will do anything for you, si-- Gabriel."

He smiled as she said his first name. "Only if you want to. Don't feel obligated if you aren't comfortable."

She looked him in the eyes. "I do want to. I love-- would love nothing more." She caught herself before she said something she'd almost certainly regret.