Petrichor

An Insight to the Future?

A/N: Hey! :) Mars and I had to take a break on writing for a while, she came to visit me. We live NO WHERE near each other, so we didn't write while she was over. But we're back in action now :) We decided to write some possibilities of scenarios that could happen in the future or things similar to what these are. We're here to feed the children. Rory's chapter will be posted shortly :) Enjoy! 

Warning: Slight NSFW 

Rory and Hange: 

I didn't really want to do paperwork. I didn't know how to. The only time I ever did paperwork was when a Scout died on my watch, but that didn't happen too often. Nonetheless, I followed Hange to her office. When we got there, she motioned me to the desk.

"Welcome to my office," she boasted. As if I haven't been here before.

"I see it pretty often," I reminded her, giving a light smile. "That's a lot of papers..." I muttered, taking a few steps towards the desk to examine the three stacks. They were each at least four inches high.

"I picked up some extra work for Erwin," Hange explained, following me over. She leaned against the desk, facing me. Her palms were placed flat on the base of the desk, her back against it. A smirk curled onto her lips.

I tore my eyes away from the desk and to her. "Seems like a lot of extra, don't you think?"

Hange shrugged nonchalantly. "He's got a lot on his plate. It's the least I can do," she scooted closer. "Plus, bonding."

"Bonding? Hange, I've known you for like... eight years."

Hange leaned to get closer, her shoulder pressing into my arm, face inches from mine. "Eight years is a lot," her breath tickled my neck. "I ought to have earned your trust?"

I shivered against the sudden touch of her hand against the back of my neck, drawing me closer. "Haven't I?" She asked, thumb caressing my jawline. I nodded slowly in response.

I inched my body closer to hers, hands pressing against her thighs. I snaked my hands up the back of her thighs and to her waist, rubbing circles along her hips. "I want to hear you say it," Hange brought her lips to my ear, grazing against my skin.

I hesitated, fingers digging into her curves. "I trust you," I breathed shakily, tilting my chin upwards. Hange pulled herself away from my ear. My eyes wandered to her lips, shamefully yearning to give into the lust I'd kept bottled up for years. "Hange, I think we should get back-"

Hange cut me off. "Shut up," she uttered, her hand returning to cup my neck. Her lips crashed against mine. My heart responded before my mouth did. It wasn't a flutter, it was a swish. It nearly felt like it stopped.

And then, when it finally registered, I reciprocated. Our lips moved gracefully against each other. The grip on the back of my neck tightened, and I pulled her hips towards me, pressing our bodies against each other. Hange hooked an arm under my legs, hoisting me onto the desk, sending papers flying. I parted my mouth to gasp for air, but Hange collided against me again, giving me little time to think or act upon anything other than her. I was fighting an insatiable craving for her, and I was losing.

Her hands traveled down my shoulders and to the edge of my shirt, sneaking her hands under. Soft hands explored my skin, dancing along my rib cage. An icy tension ran through my spine, back arching as her hands slithered against my skin. Our tongues battled for dominance as Hange deepened the kiss. Her other hand glided against my thigh, racing up.

I reached for the collar of Hange's shirt, gripping firmly and pulling her closer than before. She bit my bottom lip in response, and a soft moan escaped my lips. Hange pulled her mouth away from mine, lips still grazing against each other, but no longer connected. She breathed heavily, forehead pressed against mine.