Lost in Transit

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^^ Entrance to the Lodge ^^

I had never experienced being distracted from my work because of someone nearby being sexy and intentionally distracting before. The one time I'd had a full, sexual relationship had been with a fellow artist, and he'd known not to interrupt my artistic processes.

Luna was not an artist, and had no such qualms.

"You've been staring at that platter for twenty minutes, what's so interesting about it?!?" She leaned over my shoulders, poking at my tablet, and then giggled when she accidentally turned a portion of my blueprints Purple.

I reversed it, and sighed. "This is something I use to help me picture things in three dimensions; as if I'm standing inside of it. It's very useful, when planning buildings and the like." I explained, and breathed deeply, exhaling my stress and slowly returning to work.

"Can it make sounds, like Medea's glowing mirror?!?" She asked, pressing something else, and then froze when I caught her wrist gently.

"Luna... are you bored? Would you like my attention?" I asked, trying to relax and not feel her chest on my arm.

"... yes?" She answered slowly.

I nodded, locking the tablet down and placing it into the drawer to my left. "I see. Very well, what would you like to do? I've been working all day, so maybe we should-"

"Wait, back up, I didn't mean to interrupt your work entirely, I was just trying to amuse you, and myself..." she looked severely confused, and it was adorable.

"My work receives either my full attention or no attention, there is no middle ground, my dear." I smiled, trying to explain, though I imagined I'd made it worse, as she teared up almost instantly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I was just trying to be cute,-" she began to babble, rubbing at her eyes and face, and I interrupted.

"I am not inconvenienced or annoyed by you wanting my attention, my dear; I am very much enamored with you, and I prefer your company to most other activities." I set her in my lap calmly, and pet her hair soothingly as she calmed down.

"But, you stopped working, and you looked so focused, I just wanted to mess with you a little, and now-"

"And now I have a goddess crying in my lap. Truly, what a travesty." I interrupted her babbling again dryly.

"Don't blaspheme." She muttered, rubbing her face until I grabbed her hands.

"Stop rubbing your eyes, you'll make them red. And I'll blaspheme all I want, I was never told not to by Yeera, and she hasn't talked to me in four months." I smirked at her, and grinned at her reflexive glare. "There's my girl!"

She blushed, turning away. "Hmph! Who's your girl?I am my own woman, thank you!"

"True... you are a gorgeous, self-sufficient woman who doesn't need anyone for anything... but can you do this?" I smiled, massaging her back carefully. Usually I avoided her spine, because I wanted to keep things nonsexual, but this time I intentionally scraped a nail along her spine, causing her entire body to shake like she'd been struck by lightning. She was a leaf in the wind as I continued her massage, every time circling back to her spine and gently stimulating it, but not so much as to finish her off.

She attempted to stand, but her legs wouldn't support her weight, so all she did was push herself back into my hands even harder, prompting her screamed orgasm and subsequent crash into my arms, breathing heavily. "Evil." She muttered after a moment, her unrestricted chest still heaving for breath.