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The Librarian and a Helpless Dork
She was close, enough for the young knight to make out the flicker of the chandelier dancing in those emerald eyes. Jean took a step back, then another as the other woman advanced a step to match her retreat. Before she knew it, Jean felt the edge of her desk bumping against the back of her knees.
“There’s no need for that, Darling,” Lisa’s voice caressed like silk as she whispered, the brim of her hat brushing against the blonde woman’s forehead.
Before Jean could react, the satin fabric of Lisa’s gloved hand was gliding along her naked collar, rounding the soft curve of her shoulder and gently guiding her down onto the desk.
“Lisa, that’s-” Jean gasped, suddenly feeling the coolness of the tabletop against her flushed body. Lisa smiled back, her mesmerizing emerald eyes glistening beneath the silhouette of her wide-brimmed hat.
"Brash? Perhaps. But "Darling" rolls off the tongue easier than "Grand Master", don't you think?” Lisa’s playful giggle chimed in the stillness like a crystalline bell. Without hesitation, the Librarian pressed herself into the Knight Grand Master, one knee on the desk to leverage her gaze above Jean’s but never once straying. Jean, for her part, could only wonder if she could ever summon the presence and confidence to match that of the woman looming over her at that moment.
“Besides, this late at night there's no one here but us," Lisa giggled again, barely able to contain her own excitement, for nothing brought her more joy than to see the Grand Master of the Knights before her, slack-lipped and blushing a valberry crimson.
“There’s no need for such strict pageantry.”