Langziska Drabble #1

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When they worked together on duty, Shi-Long Lang and Franziska would always sneak eachother kisses. Small, short, chaste, loving pecks when no one was looking.

When they has some time alone to spare it was a different story.

Despite their height difference, Franziska roughly crashed her mouth against his, her mouth tugging against his. He eagarly obliged, returning the rough, steamy kiss. His arm found her waist, pulling her closer while his other hand came up to stroke her cheek. Her arms snaked around his neck, tanging in his golden-brown locks.

He nipped her lower lip with his teeth. It was her turn to oblige as she parted her lips, allowing him acess. The entry of his tongue into her mouth pushed her lips apart a bit further. His tonuge began to coax hers into an erotic dance.

With those two it was always a battle for dominance, sometimes she would gain some ground, or he would manage to push a bit further. Despite her constant advances with her tongue, he won. She betrayed herself, letting out a small sound of approval at being dominated. Though she liked to be on top, being on bottom wasn't always so bad.

The two quickly broke off for air before pushing their mouths against eachother's once again. His tongue explored every nook and cranny over her mouth, brushing against hers on ocassion. He shivered as she let a small moan escape the back of her throat.

Growing greedy, the Interpool Agent let the hand on her waist slide down a bit further to her bottom. She gasped into their kiss as he gave her rump a firm squeeze. He allowed this fingers to begin to pull up the hem of her skirt...

*Knock Knock*

"M-Ms. von Karma? S-someone w-wants to see you c-concering t-the smuggling case." A frightended voice came from the other door, no doubt a bailiff that was afraid of getting whipped.

Lang let fly an animalistic growl, but parted from Franziska's mouth. A thin, transparent trail of saliva hung between their mouths before disspating.

"M-Ms. von Karma? A-are you in there?"

"C-coming!" She was still regaining her composure, and began to stand up on slightly wobbly legs.

She yelped when Lang let his hand give her rump and nice hard slap.

"Are y-you okay M-Ms. von Karma?"

"I-I'm fine! I just tripped!" She shot Lang a glance while pulling her skirt down, boy if looks could kill...

The Interpool Agent gave her a hearty chuckle before telling her in tone low enough so the bailiff outside couldn't hear.

"You, me, my hotel room, nine 'o clock sharp, don't be late."