Hostile Takeover

Conference

The last day of the conference, and it was with no small amount of satisfaction that Nobunaga realized how very responsive she'd become to his touch.

"Stop," he murmured, rubbing a thumb across her shut mouth, "let me hear you."

WIth a long, shuddering sigh, she eased back against him. She was so, so, so sensitive and tender after so many days at his attentions, and still she wanted more. Nobunaga cupped a hand around her hip to steady her.

"Good." He planted a kiss against her shoulder where he lay behind her, thrusting slow and gentle, teasing his teeth against that dark mark that just wasn't going away any time soon. "Are you having fun, Princess?"

A smile cracked her overblissed expression. "Yes. A–Ahhhh..." With delicate slowness, he slipped a hand through her hair and pulled back, exposing that long stretch of neck to him.

"Tell me how much you love it."

"I–" A strangled cry as he pushed up into her for the millionth time. "You're so good at driving me crazy."

"Am I?" He threaded the tip of his tongue along her shoulder.

"Y-oh god–yes." Her lips were parted and swollen, a heavenly sight.

"Do you fantasize about me fucking you?"

"Yes." The whisper was ragged. "Yes."

"During our lectures?" He whispered, his voice a hiss, "Because I fantasize about having you then."

She blushed, and it was the most delicious reward he could imagine. "Yes."

Nobunaga hitched her leg back, driving up into her again. She pulsed and struggled with pleasure, the sweet expanse of her hair against his mouth. And then–ahh–her eyes rolled back in that now-familiar way, her hands wrapping hard against his thighs, nails bruising him, and he felt her spasm around him.

And then–all too soon–their crazy, heady week together was over.

She was wearing a collared travel jacket, flicking through her cell phone, her hair spilling loose around her shoulders and the suitcase braced against her hip in the hallway. Nobunaga rolled his beside it.

"Didn't feel like putting makeup on your marks?" He asked, half bemused.

"Ran out of concealer." The Princess' eyes flicked up to his, a half-smile pinned on her lips. "Thanks to you."

"You could write it off as a business expense."

"Oh, that was all business, huh?"

Nobunaga grinned cheekily at her. "Business-adjacent."

She rolled her eyes, but it was in good humor. "Well then."

"Well indeed."

What did they say now? It felt ridiculous that this would ever repeat itself, save maybe next year, and even then Nobunaga wasn't pinning his hopes on it. "Do we exchange numbers? At the least I feel like we are on speaking terms."

"You might say that." She hesitated. "Numbers for business, or pleasure?"

He paused too. "I... don't know how to answer that. I imagine at least in good faith. If that winds up being for either, we can set the tone at the time."

"Fair enough."

She sent him a simple text: just the emoji of a raised middle finger. Snickering to himself, he saved her number as Princess.