Above the Clouds, Beneath Your Touch

Above the Clouds, Beneath Your Touch

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida vie, ago 21, 20267h 55m
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Fanfic
Universo Paralelo (AU)
Fantasía
LGBTQIA+
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Clock Out, Clothes Off By day, Becky and Freen are openly hostile co-workers. Their bickering is legendary sharp words, cutting remarks, and arguments that leave the office holding its breath. Freen is mouthy, reckless, and unafraid to provoke. Becky is calm, controlled, and ice-cold in the middle of every fire. Everyone assumes they despise each other. They're not wrong. But when the office lights dim and the doors lock after hours, hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Behind closed doors, their anger finds a different outlet. The same sharp words become fuel, the same tension ignites into something intense and addictive. Freen pushes buttons she knows she shouldn't. Becky never raises her voice but she always makes Freen pay for it, on her own terms. What starts as a secret, volatile arrangement becomes impossible to contain. The line between loathing and desire blurs as deadlines loom, jealousy creeps in, and the risk of being discovered grows. Neither of them wants to admit what's really happening because admitting it would mean facing the truth. They don't just hate each other. They ATE each other (RAW) They crave the fire they create together. 'Clock Out, Clothes Off' is a story about obsession disguised as anger, desire sharpened by resentment and two women who use hate as an excuse to keep touching.

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