A passion for work

Tardiness

"Shit!" Tatum rushed around her apartment, doing seven things at a time. She was late. Like, really late. She had to stop getting lost in thoughts. She couldn't exactly tell her new boss "Oh, I'm late because I was daydreaming about you." She was going to get fired. "No!" She yelled out loud. No negative thoughts, she couldn't afford her anxiety creeping up. She had to get to work. She got dressed in a skirt and turtleneck, whilst brushing her teeth and packning her bag. She grabbed an energy bar from a cabinet in the kitchen, slid on her flats and was out the door.

Walking quickly, quicker than usual, along the streets of the city she called home, she had nothing on her mind but work. That's why she was in for a shock when she finally got to the building, up the elevator and to her little corner she called her office and...There her boss was standing. Head high, dressed in a tight skirt and fancy top, hair slicked back and with bright red lips. She looked more gorgeous than ever. But she was upset.

"You're late." Tatum fumbled with her hands, incredibly nervous. "I know, I just..." "I don't apprechiate tardiness." She was interrupted. Tatum looked at the ground, feeling really embarrased. "I'm sorry." "My office, Miss Beck." She turned on her heels and walked away. Tatum was about to break down. Was she really getting fired? Had her worst fears really come true? She followed soon behind Miss Darce, feeling like she was walking towards her doom. When they made it to her office, she stood leaned against the large wooden desk whilst Tatum stood against a wall.

"Do you know why I called you here today, Miss Beck?" Her voice was ice cold, nothing like the way it was yesterday in the abandoned office. Tatum stuttered "B-because I'm late?" Miss Darce tried to make eye contact with her, but eye contact wasn't Tatum's cup of tea, especially right now. "No." Miss Darce said. Tatum was confused. Then why? "Because I find you irresistible." She couldn't believe her ears. This simply couldn't be real. But it was. Miss Darce bit her lip, with passion in her eyes. Tatum finally looked at her. Miss Darce started walking towards her, slowly. "Don't say you don't fancy me too. I've seen the way you look at me." She was so confident, but she was right. And something inside Tatum was dying to see another side of her. To reach out...holding her tightly...kissing her neck...

"We shouldn't!" Tatum let out with a shaky voice as Miss Darce was now close enough that she could smell her perfume. She smelled like roses and champagne. She smelled like desire. "Forget about the rules. What does your heart say?" Her heart was beating out of her chest. Miss Darce was so close, she knew she couldn't resist her this time. So Tatum put her hands around Miss Darce's shoulders and finally sealed the space between them. She was out of breath, excited for what was to come. Miss Darce grabbed her face, looked her tenderly in the eyes, and they kissed.

She tasted like heaven, like when you finally get home after a long day, like anticipation and then relief. Which was exactly what they both were experiencing in this very moment. Their kiss was wild and their bodies were pressed up against each other. Everything felt so natural when Tatum was with this woman. It felt like they were meant to be, they were perfect for each other. Miss Darce started kissing Tatum's neck and she bent her head back. They stumbled backwards and Miss Darce sat on her desk, wrapping her legs around Tatum's hips. Tatum grabbed hold of her legs, still kissing, and Miss Darce held her waist and pulled her closer.

They were in that position for a while until they both started unbuttoning Miss Darce's blouse and she pulled it over her head. Tatum paused the kiss. She couldn't stop starring at Miss Darce. She wasn't a virgin, but she had never had anyone this beautiful in her arms before. "You're beautiful." Tatum was just stating the facts. Miss Darce blushed, Tatum found her adorable. Miss Darce reached out her hand and passionately caressed Tatum's cheek, and they went back to kissing.

This time, Tatum didn't have to tell her she was autistic. She didn't have to be so worried about her finding her sensory issues to be a turn off. She didn't have to worry about her walking away. Miss Darce was hers. And she felt so safe. What they did could be called making love. It could also be called immoral, but none of them cared. Tatum started to loose control over her body. She stopped thinking and just went along with what was happening. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Miss Darce's eyes were narrowed and she had a sexy grin on her face. Tatum wanted her, no needed her, and she had never been more sure about anything. "Yes."