A passion for work

They resumed their kissing and Miss Darce hugged Tatum's hips harder with her legs. Tatum ran her hand up and down Miss Darce's leg before carefully pulling her skirt up. She started caressing her bare legs. Miss Darce untucked Tatum's turtleneck and it was pulled over her head, thrown on the floor. Tatum laid Miss Darce on her back on the table. She started kissing her neck and beautiful collar bone area. Her hands were running along her shoulders, feeling her delicate frame and making her feel safe.

Miss Darce bent her head back so her hair hung down from the desk. Sunlight was shining in through the floor to ceiling windows giving the moment a magical light. Miss Darce moaned in pleasure as Tatum started kissing her chest, tugging the straps of her bra. Suddenly, Miss Darce sat up, pushing Tatum up as well. "M'am? Is something wrong?" "You know, Miss Beck, usually I'm the one in control." She said with the most sexy grin and a wink. Tatum understood she wanted her all to herself. "Your wish is my command, ma'm. Now, how are you going to punish me for being late?"

Tatum bit her lip in anticipation. She had a feeling she would love to being under her control. Miss Darce elegantly slipped down from the desk and walked around to Tatum's back, towering over her in her heels that she was still wearing. Tatum leaned against the table with both her hands. Miss Darce started kissing her neck and back passionately whilst slowly pulling her skirt down. Tatum let out a moan of pleasure. Suddenly, Miss Darce grabbed a hold of and pulled Tatum's hair, which made her let out a squeal.

"Am I being too rough?" "No, ma'm." Tatum had lust in her voice. "Good." The next hour, love was being made in Miss Darce's office. And Tatum had never felt better. Miss Darce was as amazing in bed as she was at everything else. She was rough sometimes but Tatum loved that. She was tender and gentle sometimes and Tatum loved that as well. Miss Darce was absolutely perfect for her.

They were both sitting on the desk, facing the aftermath of having sex at work. Tatum was out of breath and Miss Darce smiled at her. "You were amazing." "I told you I could top!" Tatum let out and Miss Darce laughed. She reached her arms out and held Tatum tight, carefully kissing her forhead. Tatum had never felt this safe in her life.

This woman was respectful, passionate and she knew her so well. She knew her body so well. There was conversation whenever it was needed, just like it should be. They both treated each other well and knew each other's turn ons, turn offs and boundries. It was healthy sex. Well, except the whole power roles thing. The thought of Shit, I just had sex with my boss!Never crossed Tatum's mind. She had gotten exactly what she wanted that Miss Darce wanted too, and she hadn't done anything she wasn't comfortable with.

Miss Darce let go of her, and she felt slightly disappointed that it was over already. Miss Darce saw the look on her face and said "We better get back to work before they report us missing." She gave Tatum a comforting kiss and then stood up. They helped each other put their clothes back on, and Miss Darce used a make up mirror to check if they both looked presentable. Tatum had red lipstick smeared all over her face and Miss Darce barely had any left. When they had finally cleaned up their looks, they remained standing in scilence.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time." Miss Darce seemed shocked but Tatum didn't regret what she said. It was the truth. "I want to get to know you." She blushed and looked down on her feet. Miss Darce walked up to her and lifted her head carefully and looked her in her eyes. "Please don't ever leave me." Tatum's voice sounded vurnorable, and that was exactly what she was. She had had a moment with this woman and now she only wanted more. She never wanted to let go. "Oh honey, you're not getting rid of me that easily." Miss Darce said with her silky smooth voice and they both laughed. They shared one last kiss and then they walked outside, one by one to erase any suspicion.

Strangely, going back to work was not a struggle for Tatum. She was happy, motivated and she had a passion for work. Her flame had been lit by the amazing Miss Darce, who she could only imagine was doing something important and extraordinary right this minute. That was just what she did. Tatum continued working for her boss, Miss Darce, and also did some work on a complicated divorce case and had a cup of hot cocoa.

When the work day ended she was in a good mood, so she decided to go to the local market and buy herself some fancy cheese for the weekend coming up. It was only a five minute walk, and probably wouldn't compromise her afternoon routine. The weather was sunny with a refreshing breeze. She watched it play with the leaves on the road she walked by. Her mind was blank as she walked, only taking in her surroundings. Tatum got to the market and started looking around, feeling peaceful and at ease. Nothing could ruin this day. She walked past stands with flowers, candy, jam, pasta, berries, and a few ones selling homemade goods.

This market came to town for a week every summer. Except for all the people, Tatum used to love coming here as a kid. Things changed a lot around the time she was diagnosed with autism, when she was fifteen. She was a wreck, could barely take care of herself let alone anyone else, which she felt awful for. But she knew the "crash" wasn't her fault. It was inevitable. She was a teenager having lived her whole life in a world where she didn't fit in, without any help or knowledge of it. She developed several mental disorders as coping mechanisms, bad ones of that. That was why she was taken to the best therapist she ever had.

He was the one who realized she might be autistic, and started an evaluation. Tatum didn't think about her teen years that often, but sometimes old memories came creeping on her. She had gone through some stuff, but it had made her stronger, which she was finally proud of. "Exuse me Miss, are you looking for something?" Tatum realized she had been standing looking at nowhere, fiddling with her bag for minutes. "Sorry. I was going to ask for some camembert and some brie." The vendor, an older man with a big beard, smiled at her. She got her cheese, paid and said thank you, and then headed home. It was now officially the weekend, according to Tatum.