Mia and her Chancellor 2 - Another Romantic Short

All is Fair in Love

Sally grabbed Mia by her shirt's lapels, kissing her fiercely. Too flushed to do otherwise, Mia opened her lips to her girlfriends insistent tongue, yielding to the taste of Sally's sweet saliva mixing with her own.

"You know that you can say no to her, right? She'd send the video anyway. She just likes toying with you."

Mia nodded meekly, stunned by Madam Seitz's strange game and Sally's erotic kiss. She bit her lip, trying to control her hard breathing, the blush on her skin.

"Well," a breathy Sally commented, "looks like somebody's enjoying being toyed with. So—we'll get out of your way, for a bit, right Kirstin? We'll just borrow your bedroom. Hope you don't mind!"

Kirstin was as stunned as Mia was. Stunned by Seitz's message, and stunned by the passionate kiss between Sally and Mia. Usually, her girlfriend held back when Kirstin was with her, knowing that she was considerably less comfortable with their arrangement. But it looked as if Sally, calm as she outwardly appeared to be, was more affected than she let on.

Kirstin felt Sally's warm hand on her own; felt an insisting tug.

She didn't bother protesting as her girlfriend led her to Mia's bedroom.

Her own body had a few kinks that needed to be flushed out, and right at this moment, not much else seemed to matter.

Mia sat on her couch. The walls were thin enough that she could hear exactly what Sally and Kirstin were up to—apparently Kirstin was quite vocal about what she need right now.

Never trust anyone to be as uptight as they pretended to be.

On another day, Mia might have been jealous of the two lovers. Oh, it wasn't that Sally would refuse her, should Mia change her mind about their relationship being a platonic one. But it was not Sally she wanted. Not that way.

The two lovers in her bed didn't have the problem of living on different continents. Didn't have to deal with the complications of dating an older politician. Their relationship wasn't automatically easier because of that—no, that wasn't true. It must have been easier.

Mia tried to make up for their physical distance with her dance clips. They were intimate, and flirtatious, and honest.

And Madam Seitz liked them. It was perhaps a silly accomplishment to be proud of, but there was no denying that she gave her Chancellor what few others could, and no one else did.

She was seducing Madam Seitz. She wasn't just sitting around, waiting for her elusive girlfriend to come to her. She was enticing her to do so. Tempting her to get closer to Mia.

Sally screamed in pleasure, but Mia barely paid it any mind.

And it looked as if the Chancellor was now ready to take the next step. Like a normal couple would move from flirting to dating, from kissing to—to more, they were deepening their relationship in their own way.

Maybe it was Madam Seitz that presented the option. But Mia knew she would not have done so hadn't she teased her into doing so.

Except, of course, they couldn't actually physically do anything. They were still too far apart. Geographically, but also in experience. In their sense of self, their empowerment.

The Dancer, still young and malleable and ever-changing, but becoming more herself with each day. And the Politician, utterly sure of who she was and rock-solid; instead shaping the world to her will a little more with everything she did.

So Madam Seitz had thought of a game for them to play. Something for them to do as a couple. As lovers. Unconventional as their relationship, but unquestionably theirs.

Was Mia ready for it?

She unbuttoned her jeans. Closed her eyes. Imagined Madam Seitz next to her. Watching her. Goading her. Devouring her.

Oh, yes, she was so very ready.